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Post by Starfire on Nov 12, 2013 13:12:31 GMT -6
Starfire turned around at the sound of the unfrimailar voice. "Rook?" She questioned before seeing the tears. The curious look on her face gave away once things slowly started to form. "That wasn't you. That voice...." she thought she had heard it before herself but why couldn't she hear it until now.
Grabbing the cloak she folded it before studying everything. "What's happening? Your time? Your..." Her jaw dropped slightly as she pointed to Rook. "It's not." Star knew something with the voice, was it stronger? The church... Rook had mentioned something about the voice being an angel... it must be the church. Concern now concured the curiousity. "Rook, you need to listen to me, and you need to focus." Star held on lightly to Rook's shoulders before looking through the rafters of the chruch hoping to find Nabbi for help.
"The voice. He or she, doesn't control you. You get to say when your times up, not it." She looked into her eyes. "Truth." Star had stated before the spell had taken place, "Is it the church?" She questioned hoping to get the answer she had hoped for.
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Post by Rook on Nov 12, 2013 16:37:45 GMT -6
The angel's voice now existed beyond her head, and it caused Rook to panic.
"Yes."
The voice and response that came from her mouth was not entirely hers. "I've been waiting patiently to experience this land in person, and this church serves as the perfect place for my arrival."
Rook coughed. The foreign words scratched at her throat, and she looked up at Starfire with light blue eyes that had once been dark. Her expression pleaded for help. "For a while, this human was collecting information for me. But I've learned enough about Wildgard through her, and now she only serves one final purpose to me." Rook blinked and shook her head back and forth, trying to protest against the voice speaking through her. Her stomach was growing increasingly cold, and stabs of pain were causing her to double over. As she leaned over and clutched her stomach, a marbled red and grey pendant fell out of her shirt and hung from her neck.
Suddenly, a ghostly pair of white feathered wings stretched out from her back, flickering in and out of existence. The rest of the angel's apparition followed, and he rose above her, then flew lightly backward, landing silently. He was draped in white and cool blue, but his black hair heavily contrasted his attire. Though his image was slightly fuzzy, and his consistency resembled no more than fog in the air, he managed to lift Rook up until she was standing with her head still hanging low. Being in the church made him able to access his power, and therefore be visible to all. However, in this state he could only speak through Rook.
"You see that pendant there? It was the first thing she ever stole, snatched it right from her own family. Unfortunately, it originally belonged to me, and it held the sin of greed within it. While the power of the pendant is a heavy influence, she is a thief by nature, just like her predecessors. She did this to herself." the angel shook his head in disapproval and grabbed a handful of Rook's hair, lifting her head up slightly to look at Starfire. Rook's tears had stopped, and her icy eyes held a look of determination. She appeared to be trying very hard to say something by herself.
"Do her last words interest you, Starfire?" The angel appeared to snicker. "Perhaps consult with your mind friends, if they're even still present."
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Post by Starfire on Nov 12, 2013 21:20:54 GMT -6
Starfire watched every move. The voice echoed but seemed to be getting stroner the longer they were in the church. "Let her go!" She said before gasping and falling backwards tripping on the cloak that now was on the ground. "You don't need to hurt her, she may have stolen from you but she deserves a second chance and what you're doing is three times worse..." Star looked down before looking back up. "If she needed to say her last words it would mean the world to me just to hear them but she won't have any last words.. She'll live." Star was trying to delay time.
'Starfire you fool, can you do anything right? You make a friend and they die, its all your fault.' As soon as the voice echoed in her head she sighed in relief but what he said felt true and hurt. "Not now Alex..." She whispered to herself as a thought clicked, threats? "what do you plan to do? Live here? Amoungst these monsters? It's not just you, you know. I mean, look at me. I'm half demon and i work for the church yet i'm hunted down. You wouldn't survive a single minute if I told people what you had done. Thistle wouldn't stand for it." Star's voice was becoming weak as Alex continued to talk. The more she thought about him the stronger he became.
"How about we make a deal? Hm? Rook doesn't deserve to die. From what I hear, her stealing is all your fault." She looked at Rook and saw her pleading face, it pained her knowing the she couldn't do much. Without any voice Star mouthed the words 'I'm trying.' Star's eyes were pleading yet she was beginning to suffer from her own voice inside her head. 'Didn't you say you missed me? Common Star, let her die. You don't need friends when you have me and all your enimes.' "You're trying to kill me..." She whispered trying not to mix up the two conversations.
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Post by Rook on Nov 12, 2013 23:10:33 GMT -6
"Hmm? Let her go? You do realize I need some kind of vessel in this state." the angel shook his head. He appeared to be laughing again. "What makes you think you can stop me from doing as I please?"
Rook, in the meantime, looked down at her stomach. She felt the tainted markings on her body sting like frostbite. There was no way she was going to die pure, like she wanted. Removing the markings could only be done by physically cutting them out, by burning her body, or by a rare stroke of mercy from the angel that held her prisoner. She did have a dagger on her still, but slicing up others was considerably easier than slicing herself up. Surviving didn't seem like an option, but Rook was grateful that Starfire seemed to think it was possible.
For years the angel had controlled her, taking advantage of her being a mere human. He was always too much of a coward to face her again on the same plane, so it wasn't a surprise that he decided to make himself a terror in her mind instead. She could only imagine what kind of shenanigans he could stir up in this place. To think that anyone else could possibly fall victim to his possession game made her feel ill. Humans were easy targets.
He was not an angel that existed to help others. He bent the truth, was cruel, and adhered to no god's rules. He was his own god, and he was mischievous. But what Starfire was saying did highlight a good point. The angel was not as familiar with this land and its inhabitants as he thought. He was a cocky bastard, but was really quite pathetic if he was at a disadvantage. Rook would give up all that she owned to be able to laugh at his suffering as he had always laughed at hers. Throughout the course of her thoughts, her expression changed from solemn, to enraged. Her fists clenched, and her posture stiffened. She slowly regained control of her muscles, and if she had the opportunity, she felt like she could kill him. If she was destined to shiver forever because of him, she wouldn't mind slathering herself in his thick and icy blood.
The angel's eyes widened slightly at this development and looked down at his green-haired vessel. "Oh no. You can't handle more than one sin at once, dear. Wrath is mine until I distribute it. We've been in this contract for far too long. I believe it's time to finish this now." A flash of concern crossed his face, and he swooped around to stand between her and Starfire. He held his hand out towards Rook, muttering something under his breath and keeping her in place. He then looked over at Starfire, and shrugged.
"I'm sure she is thankful for your thoughtfulness and optimism. As for a deal on her life? I'm not easy to haggle with. I promise I'll take your warnings of this land into consideration. But why would anyone bother with me, anyway? This girl spent half of her days cowering in the woods, hidden from society. She's a lunatic. That's probably all she's known as, in these parts. No one aside from you will miss her." He smirked.
"Besides, you seem to be preoccupied with your friend. Do you really need anyone else? His name is Alex, is it? Charming name, I hope we never meet."
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Post by Destael on Nov 13, 2013 0:00:57 GMT -6
Unbeknownst to the little gathering in the middle of the church, a lone figure watched silently from the shadows. After wandering around the town with a racing mind, the ex-demon had found herself entering the church. Perhaps it was to warm up....but more likely it was to actually see the inside of the building. She was a member now, after all, and this was her first time ever even being here.
When the others had entered she reacted by instinct, which was to hide her presence by ducking into the shadows near the entryway. It was Starfire and....someone she'd only seen once or twice in passing. But there was something off...so off that even as a human she picked up on it. A malevolent presence....mixed with....something sort of purity that only...
No....that couldn't be it.
Watching with a narrow-eyed gaze, Des' heart skipped when the other voice filled the room, icy cold and dangerous. With grit teeth she listened to the conversation, watching as the creature made his appearance known. Moving as quick and silent as only an assassin could, the woman jumped to action. Her mind was racing yet her body moved on auto pilot. With fast and deliberate actions, she unsheathed a dagger drawing a deep cut across her palm. The angel, whomever he was, was a shimmering ghost as of now and only getting stronger...but hopefully not for long.
Reaching up, she drew a detailed pentagram on the wall using her own blood while whispering an incantation in ancient demonic; a language unheard on the human plane. Upon finishing the incant, the pentagram glowed a faint blue waiting for a counterpart before it could function as an angel ward. If this spell succeeded, that angel shouldn't be able to pass over planes. With a tiny whimper, Des' vision blurred, her body suddenly feeling weak. This was the first time she'd actually done a spell since becoming human and the power drain caught her off guard. Spells like this took energy, and as a demon the draw of energy was barely recognizable. But without a power store the spell had drawn energy straight from her life force.
Gritting her teeth in effort, she forced herself to her feet before slowing moving with the shadows along the wall to get to the other side of the room. It would take one more pentagram on the other side of the target to create the desired effect. Des just hoped her soul was strong enough.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 13, 2013 8:11:38 GMT -6
"I don't need him." Star whispered before trying to stand up, she slowly sat back down and placed a hand on her head. Alex had never been this loud or strong. "Rook could-" Star was cut off as she looked at Des, curious on what she was doing, sheeing the pentagram she tried to be a distraction. "Just because she hid in the forest doen't mean that people don't know her. I'll spread her story. Cause you, are not her."
Trying to stand up again she pulled a dagger from her boot, learning that having some weapon of defense was good from Thistle. She gripped it as tight as she could as she began to feel weaker the more she stood. 'Fall over. Maybe you should be the one that dies, you're not needed anymore. Remember what Zume said? Haha, you're useless. You screwed up everywhere you go. You said you're trying? Pfft, try me. You will fail like eery other time. If this person dies, its all on YOU.' The voice grew louder, Star tried to distract herself from him but he overpowered...
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Post by Rook on Nov 13, 2013 23:04:18 GMT -6
“Hah. Do what you will, Starfire. Spread the word. Be the hero. Be the good guy. I’d like to see you try in the state that you’re in.” The angel then bared a chilling, fanged smile.
Rook stared in shock, having never seen this side of him before. As if showing off, his form grew more frightening by the second. His wings flexed out and spread, moving jerkily until they were fully outstretched. What once appeared to be made of soft and light feathers now resembled layers of rigid, jagged ice. His eyes turned so light that they were almost nonexistent, and the inside of his mouth held no tongue – just an absence of light lined with white pointed teeth. Elongated fingers came to a point like claws, giving off a crystal-like sheen. Rook couldn’t take her eyes off the horrid monster that had been living in her head. The angel turned his grin towards her. If he had eyes, she could have sworn she was looking straight into them. As she grew weaker, he seemed to gain power. The angel opened his mouth to speak with his own voice this time.
“How do you like me now, child? Still think you could kill me?” He cackled sharply, throwing his head back. It was a rough and gritty sound that echoed throughout the Church. Rook let out a startled yelp and jerked back as far as she could in her state, but moved no more than a few inches. The cold and quick feeling of a blade slashed across her stomach. She glanced down expecting to see blood, but was taken aback by a symbol in the middle of the circular marking, recognizable to her even when upside down. Written in black, was a single character – (שׂ). Before she could do anything else, he shoved one clawed hand directly through that spot. But to her surprise, her skin did not break – it appeared to ripple like water. The extent of what she felt was a tingling, numb sensation. She shot Starfire a confused glance, and then squinted at something, or someone moving in the distance that happened to catch her eye. She had expected some kind of pain, but received nothing of the sort. Rook gasped.
“Got it.” The angel claimed, and twisted his hand as if turning a key clockwise. Within seconds, the markings on her body were gone. The pigments traveled smooth, like sand in an hourglass. They came together at her stomach in one dark mass, and transferred into his hand where they dissipated. Had Rook been able to witness this with her own eyes, she would have been more than pleased, but her body had already gone limp. In one swift action, he pulled back, triggering a quick flash of light. Her lifeless body fell to the ground, purified, and he stood triumphantly over it. He was no longer ghostly, and his ice-angel body caused a chill to reach out to the far corners of the building. The surge of energy served as enough power to transfer him to the plane.
“Think of that as my good deed of the day, Rook. May your body fertilize this glorious earth.” he grinned. Holding out his palm, he opened his fingers to reveal a relatively small mass of white energy, gently pulsing. "You needn't worry, my dear. You'll have plenty of company where you're headed." His last sentence showed a touch of sincerity.
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Post by Destael on Nov 13, 2013 23:19:10 GMT -6
The ex-demon was rapidly losing strength, and by the time she managed to creep to the other side of the room she was on the verge of collapse. Falling to her knees and taking a long and determined breath in preperation of the toll this would take on her, the woman began drawing the pentagram.
She was in plain view now, but that also gave her a perfect view of what was happening in the middle of the church. No...no, no, was she to late?? The angel had grown terrifying, the chill in the room from it's presence grew stronger. Staring at it with narrowed and steely eyes she spoke the incantation. Des wanted this creature to know exactly who was foiling it, and the ancient demonic language would do just that. But even as she spoke the words, the angels body solidified, completing it's inter-planer transfer.
She was to late...
Her eyes fell on the fragile soul gripped in the icey hand as she growled out the last phrase of the spell. If she wasn't able to stop the angels summon, this would at least bind it's power...and perhaps even....
Save that poor girls soul.
No angelic power would work while inside these walls...which was ironic considering this was a church they were standing in.
As the pentagram drew energy from her body, the woman collapsed unceremoniously to the wooden floor, her vision fading in and out. Demonic spells weren't meant for human souls, they just didn't have a life force and power source strong enough to withstand them. Des was learning this the hard way. Her skin was cold and pale, her breathing shallow as she tried to peer out towards the small group.
Was the toll worth it? Had it even worked?
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Post by Starfire on Nov 14, 2013 10:08:38 GMT -6
She frowned as she watched him form. Turning her head slightly before she stood up she looked over to see Destael on the ground, she seemed to be unconsious but then there was a loud thud before she stood up and noticed that Rook had fallen aswell. Starfire didn't know which one to care for first. The difficult desion of saving two people. Star stood up and grabbed her cloak as well. She didn't know what to say or how to react. she almost felt frozen herself.
'Look at what you did. You're killing two people trying to save one. You're so useless. You can't do or get anything right. You're such a child and you think you know so much but do you really?' Star turned back to the Angel and watched him move, the room was colder and being her she hated the cold. "I'm in perfect condition and you know, if she can't kill you, maybe I can." She said in alomst a hushed tone. Kneeling down she pulled a dagger out of her boot, shje learned from Thistle that a dagger in the boot seems to come in handy more than it should. Standing back up she held the dagger infront of her.
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Post by Rook on Nov 15, 2013 12:08:03 GMT -6
The angel let out a chuckle towards Starfire. "I can't stop you from trying, but I doubt you'd survi-"
He paused. Small, cracking sounds were heard, followed by the odd ting of tiny ice shards hitting the floor. Like a trapped animal, he began looking around frantically, and stopped dead when he saw the exhausted woman lying on the floor beside a blood-written pentagram. He hadn't even noticed her presence - who was the fool now? A growl tore out of his throat. "VILE, DEMONIC SPELLS. HOW DARE YOU CAST SUCH A THING WITHIN A CHURCH!" The cracking was constant now, and the ice was falling in larger chunks. Rook's soul gave off a strong final pulse, and then wisped into a white smoke. It shot back through the air towards her body, where upon contact with her chest it shook her into a reviving breath. Her eyes opened slightly as she lay on the ground, her brain trying to piece together the situation now that it was functioning again.
The angel let out an infuriated screech, and took off towards the woman who cast the spell. He no longer held his composure, and his body was ridden with cracks. "HER PURIFIED SOUL WAS TO BE MINE FOR ETERNITY! PERHAPS YOU CAN BE MY NEXT PROJECT IN RETURN FOR ACTING SO RASH. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE OVERWHELMED WITH ENVY? LUST? MAYBE WRATH IS EVEN RIGHT FOR YOU. I PROMISE, I SAVE EVERY ONE OF MY SOULS IN THE END!" He hissed out the last part of his sentence through his teeth. The last running step he took turned into a leap, and he pulled back his hand, ready to mark the first place of exposed skin he touched. Meanwhile, Rook had pulled herself into a sitting position, and had removed her pendant. The thing was influential for a reason, and during her time as a spiritual mass, she had been enlightened to the truth behind it.
The souls trapped within the pendant had long since forgotten who they were, and had been manifested into a single being that served only to bring about greed in whoever wore it. Over the years, the angel had bound souls bearing specific characteristics into several items - often criminals of all kinds - in order to create concentrated forms of each of the seven deadly sins. Whenever one of the godforsaken items fell into a person's possession, he tracked them down, marked them as his, and then drove them to become tainted. Between his chilling voice and the influence of the sinful mass of soul, there was no escape for a weak human, and they would be driven to insanity. Even more ludicrous though, was his reasoning behind the whole process. Having been shunned from the rest of his kind, he was demoted so far down the line as punishment, and could no longer assist regular souls by leading them to the afterlife. With his purpose removed, he felt useless and empty. Being alone in the world with nothing to do was so unbearable to him, and his hateful and self-centered thoughts took form. While he was still of the angel species, his behaviour became far from angelic. He may not have been able to guide human souls in their passing on anymore, but he could still purify those who were deemed unsavory. Thus, he created the sin-emitting artifacts and scattered them around the lands, eager for them to be found. He took to harvesting and purifying the souls that he himself had tainted, and trapped them within his being. Men, women, children - it didn't matter. He wanted as many people as he could get to fill the void inside him with radiating light. Rook indeed would have had company where she was going - she would have ended up in an unpleasant and dismal "afterlife", joining the hundreds of people that were led astray and taken from their families far before their time.
She looked upon the twisted, fallen angel with deep, dark eyes and a grimace on her face, throwing the pendant to the ground with all the strength she could muster. As soon as it shattered, an ethereal, exasperated sigh let out of the fragments like a warm summer breeze. At this, the angel glanced behind him in horror, and at that moment, there was one final crack.
His icy shell fell to the ground in pieces, shattering - and before he could stop it from happening, he let out a very human cry of pain as his normalized body crashed into the floor beside the woman, missing the pentagram by mere inches. He had landed hard on his shoulder, bounced and slammed into the wall, back first. The angel, now about Rook's size, lay in a wheezing heap of white robes. His pallid feathered wings were smaller than before, protectively covering his body, but bent out of shape. They slowly moved on their own to try to correct themselves. None of his magic would work in this building anymore. He couldn't inflict damage upon anyone aside from physically, and his pain threshold reduced to that of the average human. A whimper escaped though his soft dark hair that had draped over his face.
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Post by Destael on Nov 15, 2013 17:15:08 GMT -6
The ex-demon watched the angel in a daze, her expression barely changing when the creature charged at her. She knew she should be afraid....but her life was already far to diminished to worry. Des wasn't afraid of dying, not at the claws of some angel, nor by the toll of this spell.
But as the creature neared, a tiny smile crept onto the humans face. The ice was cracking, the cold bite in the air fading. Even though the intended use of her spell had failed it wasn't all for nothing. It took effort to turn her head to watch the angel trip and skid to a halt not five feet away from her, but it was without a doubt worth it. To think...she was more effective against these beings now then when she was a demon. Yes, perhaps the spell ate away at her very life force but at least she had no fear of the creatures bright and holy power, not anymore.
Coughing a laugh, Des spoke, her voice barely audible. "I would say do your worse but you're no more powerful then I am now." Glancing over, she saw that that the green haired girl was very much alive and aware. Letting a smile slip onto her face, she shut her eyes. The world was spinning, sounds becoming garbled and surreal as her weakened soul sputtered to keep her breathing. "..r-un....human...." He wasn't, of course....but his power levels mocked one.
Was this worth it? Yes. She had finally done the right thing, and without a doubt had saved someone. The feeling warmed her, even as her skin grew colder. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she wondered vaguely if she would survive this. Hopefully.....she could get used to that warm feeling of success.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 16, 2013 13:29:04 GMT -6
Hearing the ice start to break a small smile crossed over Star's lips, the angel was breaking. The cold began to slowly disappear. She watched him fall as he began to suffer. Her concern for him slowly vanishing. She looked back at Rook who was now awake, her smile only faded as she turned back to Des who now lay fully unconsious on the ground. Star rushed over to Des. Dropping her dagger and picking up her cloak. Star dropped to her knees beside her. "Des?" She questioned with a slight amount of panic in her voice. Star lifted up Des' head and placed her cloak underneath her head before gently resting it back down.
'She's dying and its all your fault.' Ignoring Alex she cautiously picked up her hand and insepected the cut, it was quite deep. Quickly Star stood up before grabbing and old piece of fabric and wrapping it around Des' hand. "Please be ok." She whispered before placing a hand on her shoulder and say the heal spell. "Sword cut Spear stab mace smash arrow jab let the white light of healing descend apon thee..."
After finishing the spell Star stood back up and walked over to her dagger. She picked up her dagger and stuck it back into her boot. Star's mind began to race, her own thoughts over powering Alex's voice. 'Why did Des use demonic power that she know she doesn't have? Was it smart to use the heal spell on her? Maybe it stills hurts her?' Shaking her head trying to forget the thoughts, the quesions. She ran a hand through her hair. "Thoror's going to kill me if she doesn't wake up..." Star whispered before turning back to the now fallen angel. There wasn't much Star could do with him but keep an eye on him. So she did.
Keeping silent Star walked over to her stuff and pulled out two glass bottles, both filled with water. Her boots clicked as she walked over towards Rook. She handed her a bottle before she walked back over to Des. 'She isn't going to wake up. You tried gold star.' Star sat back down as she tried to shut Alex out again.
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Post by Rook on Nov 17, 2013 0:30:02 GMT -6
Rook thanked Starfire for the water, and gave her a small smile. After sipping some of its contents, she walked towards everyone, kicking the ice shards violently as she made her way to the others. The ice cracked and broke further, some parts slipping along the floor, already partially melted. The floor of the church would suffer a tad bit of water damage, she figured. She glanced to the woman who saved her soul, and noticed Starfire was tending to her wound. "How selfless..." she murmured, looking away for a moment. She placed the bottle of water down beside Starfire, nodding her thanks. She would go to those two later. But first, she had something she needed to do before that angelic scum scrambled his way out of the building. She stepped carefully around the pentagram, and stood over the angel's crumpled posture. Taking a deep breath, she brought her foot down onto his wings, crushing them into the floor. She dragged her boot back behind her, removing some feathers in the process, before delivering a swift kick to the base of the wings. The pathetic creature at her feet was now lying on his stomach with his arms sprawled out. A smirk crept up onto her face, and it only grew as she jumped onto his back, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head to look up at her. She leaned over him, and stared him hard in the eyes, drawing her dagger and pressing it to his throat in a series of smooth, flowing movements. This wasn't the first time she had done this. On this occasion, the only thing she could possibly want to steal was his life. But alas, he was not mortal, and she was not well-versed in the methods used to destroy an angel.
Rook tsk'd down at him. "How do you like me now, Drethiel? Still think you can kill me?" She mocked in a tone full of condescension. "It seems you've forgotten about the skills I've learned during our splendid little partnership." She nearly whispered as she pressed the weapon farther up against his skin. One quick movement would slit his throat. She could run her hands through his blood, apply it as a chilling war paint. Any other time, the bastard would probably freeze his blood to prevent even the most minimal spillage. Rook owed her utmost gratitude to the spell-casting lady not only for her life - but for the opportunity to return her suffering to her worst nightmare. She was free and the feeling was nearly intoxicating.
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Post by Drethiel on Nov 17, 2013 0:37:15 GMT -6
This was a first for the angel. Not once since he had started his soul harvesting process did he have one of them escape him and end up back in their body. This was all the fault of the loathsome woman who decided it would be a fantastic idea to set an angel ward in a church, of all places. How did she even know that kind of spell? Was she a demon? He dared not glance behind him. He tried to stabilize his breath and recover from the massive tumble he took mere moments ago, then stiffened in a jolt of pain. Someone was stepping on his wings. One of those broads was dragging their foot and grinding his wings into the floorboards. A wince formed on his face and he briefly attempted the fetal position before having the wind knocked out of him, yet again, by a blow to his back. How he hated those feathery appendages sometimes. He could hide them, but of course that involved his powers. This supposedly holy building had the worst hospitality he had ever experienced. In between his gasping for air, he sincerely hoped none of these women were actually members of this place. Now lying on his stomach, he stretched out his arms in an effort to drag himself to safety, when he suddenly felt an imposing pressure holding him in place.
“HAAhgh-” he choked out in protest, as he was leapt upon. Soon enough, he was looking into the gaze of a killer, and his own eyes grew wide. The cold blade against his throat served as a reminder of his current vulnerability. Drethiel. He cringed as Rook spoke the name he had grown to hate.
“Well…y-you certainly…can’t kill me…” he spoke with a hoarse voice. “…don’t soil your newly cleaned slate trying to.” He squinted weakly at the woman he had possessed for years, and then shifted his eyes to Starfire and the other woman lying on the floor. She had told him to run. Should he have the chance, that advice would be directly applied to his plans. If he escaped this damned church in one piece, he would have to lay low for a bit and recover. Remembering the sound of the pendant shattering, he shut his eyes and gave a defeated sigh. At least the others were still out there somewhere...
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Post by Destael on Nov 17, 2013 0:58:00 GMT -6
Despite the heal spell the scout had tried to use, her effort was in vain. It had healed the jagged cut on her palm....but her condition was not caused by anything physical. It was her soul that was weakened, her very life force that had bore the brunt of the spell. No...no mere heal spell bring her back from this coma she was in; nothing short of a resurrection spell would do that.
The one upside of the situation was her past. Although human, her will was iron; unbreakable, her core energy was used to the draw of power. It was like a muscle that had been exercised and was much more built then any regular human. Had she been born human, she'd be dead. Unbeknownst to Des, other than the complete lack of demonic power, there were tiny shreds of otherworldly traits that she still carried.
So, for now, the ex-demon lay unconscious, her breathing labored and her skin pale and cold.
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