When Angels Deserve to Die

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

~~~~Shykra~~~~

The new ones had not spoken at all. The silence hung over the air, heavy and irritating in a way.

The fallen seemed to want to speak, but he was watching all of us. The demon and his daughter in particular.

I noticed the way he was dressed, and the things he carried. "Hunter," I murmered softly.

His head snapped in my direction when I spoke. His eyes narrowed. Illu'vatar grinned.

"You seek me out, demon hunter? And his angel accomplice?" His tone was unmistakably mocking.

The angel fidgeted. She seemed extremely uncomfortable.

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Yeah yeah. Good no, crap yes. What is there to write...just to show I'm still alive.

[EVme15]

Hikari (angel)

Angel accomplice? I just wanted to get out of here, and now this demon thought I was working with a fallen! Everything had become so strange lately, after I woke up. And now there was this group...
I was still so tired, my vision was blurring. The rain had woken me too soon, and after all of the walking I had to rest. Yet there seemed no time to. I had to stay standing. Otherwise I seemed weak. When one seemed weak, one was vulnerable. The first rule we angels as fighters learned was never to show weakness. It was hard, though, staying upright in weakness, in this meeting. And there was the... I couldn't describe it quite right... oddity of it. The assortment of species, all assembled here. This was indeed a strange encounter. And after the demon's comment, the awkward silence seemed to intensify. I couldn't describe this feeling of mine as embarassment, but... it was all so strange, so new, so different.
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*waves* I'm alive!

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Kage Ikagaide
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I grinned slightly. "I would not work with an Angel, were I hunting demons or mining stone in a prison," I muttered. "I am also, not a demon hunter, and to call me such would be a disgrace to my honor," I said, coldly, stepping up to the demon. "I could hunt demons in my spare time if I chose to, but my profession isn't that," I said, turning around and walking over to a tree.

"Then what do you do?" The demon asked. I glanced back.

"I am a wanderer. I do what I please and am not bound by the laws of any race. The Angel's put me on trial and I decided to fall. The Elves tried putting me on trail and I escaped. The humans tried to kill me on one of their Halfie-Hunts. The Fallen do as they please and help each other when they need to. There are no laws that we need abide by. I need no profession, for I need no money. I have everything I need in the forest and when I need something else I go into a new human town. Society is cruel and government is opressive. I am truly free." I said, finishing up my speech. "Even demons follow a very loose set of laws, even if they are unwritten."

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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I felt as though I had been standing in the square for days, where it had actually been less than an hour. All of the villagers eyes were on Jibriel, waiting for him to say 'Post' in his ancient, cracked voice. There was no hope for my survival... and even if he felt bad doing it, I had never heard Jibriel say a complete sentence in anyone's defense. The safety of the many outweighed the one. If the humans didn't find me, they'd massacre the rest. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I realized I didn't have any hope at all. Even killing for revenge, which was allowed by most laws, couldn't be excused in a half-angel.

Slowly, softly, Jibriel began to speak.
"The boy... he was Azrael's?"
"Azrael's ward, yes," Rhystel replied, looking confused.
Jibriel settled back. "He saved the boy... who was there?"
A hunter named Ximel answered quickly, "I was. I was one of the hunters who rescued him."
"Speak," Jibriel said simply.

Ximel looked distinctly nervous to have to be defending a known murderer, but he came forward anyway.
"About," he thought for a minute. "Seventy winters ago, we found the boy abandoned outside an elf village. Newborn, still red... but not crying. He was just lying there, looking up at the sky. At first we couldn't tell if he was alive or dead... but he moved a tiny bit, so we debated whether we should just kill him and spare him a life of being hunted down like an animal. Azrael was the head of our party, like he was until the day he died. And he took out the mercy knife and walked towards him, when the baby just turned and looked at him. Just looked at him, not at the knife, not at the rest of us. And Azrael froze. Then the baby just made a sort of sighing sound and looked away. And Azrael dropped the knife, picked up the kid, turned to us and said 'This is my son, Azraefel. And he will save us all'. And when Azrael died, he called Azraefel his son and our hope again. One night he said something about the tournament..."

I stared at Ximel. The tournament? That was for great warriors, and though technically open to all, no half-angel had ever dared to fight. But if they thought that I was supposed to enter... My eyes darted to Jibriel. I might live after all.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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Jibriel's face had conflict written plainly across it. I couldn't hear a breath from anyone... the only sound was the distant crash of the waterfalls. In the few minutes that seemed to last for years, I petioned God and every single saint of the half-angels that if it was their will, that I might be spared. Azrael had died so that I could live, and I had thrown it away in what I thought was revenge.

St. Mindel, on who's feast blood was shed, human for half-angel, spare our tribe from retribution...
Her novena ran through my head before I realized Lethiel was saying it under her breath:
Mindelos, artretani lisheilos, irentous leres azrael ishtos. Pirentiel fershe, pirentiel fershe, artretani kishmetos azreal. Leshrael, Mindelos, lisheilos rishta qytelous ishtos. Pirentiel fershe.
Over and over, it repeated:
Mindel, Lady of Bitterness, patron of the damned half-angels. Protect us, protect us, lady mother of half-angels. Mercy, Mindel of Bitterness, pity for your damned children. Protect us...

The words grew louder, more incessant. It felt as though a thousand voices were petitioning St. Mindel, their voices melding with Lethiel's whispers. Slowly, though my eyes never left Jibriel's face, I began to realize that each half-angel was repeating the novena. Jibriel's face began to change, as if he had decided.

"Azraefel, whose name means 'Son of Half-Angels', are you willing to serve your sentence?"
I pulled myself up to my full height, trying to stand with pride and dignity.
"I am willing and ready."
"Azraefel, you have been recognized by your village as their champion. They have petitioned our Beloved Saint on your behalf, knowing that it may mean their own deaths. You must go to the Shrine of Mindel. The priests will point you down your path. However, if you return, it will mean death to us all. You must be gone before the sun sets. The Elders have spoken."

I sank to my knees, numb, as the novena of St. Mindel ran in my ears.
[/i]Pirentiel fershe.[/i]

[Mewtwo-D2]

I'm going to make one last effort to revive this. We now have a new direction we can move in, instead of all standing around! The tournament's about to start!
Please, somebody, post! Or at least PM me to say that you've left for good, and then I can just let this go on it's merry way to oblivion.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

I'm sorry I haven't posted. I would really like to, as I find this RPG very, very interesting and entertaining, but I have a mental block as to what I should do next. We're all standing around with no word reaching us of the tournament and I need a little more to work with. If somehow we learn of the tournament and someone in it pisses someone else off, I can work with this a lot better.

[Discothéque]

Ugh! I can't believe I forgot about this. >< Sorry, Mewtwo-D2!

Rio
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It's about to start, my demon thoughts hissed deeply, with a sneering sort of sound, arrogance flowing with those words. They distracted from the outside world, the sun set so high, seemingly glaring down at my fragile frame, as if at any moments the pale skin upon me would burst into flames and send me to my death. No, no, that wouldn't happen. The tournament! it hissed once more, that tiny sound deep within my mind, that never left - never quieted, and only became worse at night. When everything was silent, only that little voice that snarled in my head keeping all the quietness and peace from overtaken me.

"Look, it's that demon girl," a villager whispered, to the other women surrounding her, filled with gossip and slander. But this was right on the mark. Yes, they did not know how close they were hitting, how far the wound was dug.

"She must be a demon, she's much to ahead of our time." as much as my voice wanted to screech at them, that banshee-like screech it always had, they would just have their point proven. Then again, the clothes that covered my body was nothing like the ones covering theirs. Perhaps they had a reason to taunt me

It was silent. Maybe they left, tired of picking on the sad prey that I am. But they didn't leave, they were still standing right there, judging eyes piercing cruelly in me. "She's evil." this stopped me in my tracks, gaze lowered to the ground, metallic and ebony hair hanging over my eyes and in front of my face.

You cannot fight back. You'll... prove their point,

"Go away," I whimpered, though the words were still as if needles, stride becoming quicker with every single second that passed by me. And that voice, did not come back. But it would be back, it always came to me once more. Yet for now, I was free.

And what was that speaking thought in my mind saying? A tournament? How could it know something I do not?

Once every centuary... it came back again, tone sing-songy. The halflings must die... the voice continued to sing. The humans think they will win, and the angels shall cry...

So much for hoping that voice would go away. Now it was even... singing to me. Yes, if this was't a sign of how odd I had become, I do not know what is.

And you will join. You must join. the voice stated softly, with a matter-of-fact tone.
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O_o Whee. Um, I dunno how to get started in the tournament, so... dah! ^^;

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Hey, I just realized something. Former Angels can know about the tournament can't they? Well, I'll edit this tomorrow with a post, but I have to go now.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Thanks for posting again ^_^ As for the tournament, you will be pointed down the path to the arena: although right now the travelling is the most important part. You can do what Azraefel is doing and be directed by the high priests of his society, or follow your own instincts, or whatever.

Azraefel
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I stumbled through the woods, lost. I had the map Lethiel had given me, but even it didn't pinpoint exactly where the shrine was. She had told me it was in case the map ever fell into the hands of anyone besides half-angels, but I figured it was more no one did know exactly where it was.
I pulled out the map again and frowned at it. There was a huge area, easily equalling two hundred miles with 'Shrine in this area' written across it. Well, that was a huge help. I had been wandering in this forest for three days already. I kept walking though, my feet bruised and aching from running into rocks and branches. My skin itched with dried blood from small cuts in a hundred places. If I didn't get out of this forest soon, then there would be no reason for the pardon I had recieved.


Iolanthe
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I had long since checked the post for the half-angel I was hunting, and now I had found his village. Of course, with so many days warning, the vermin had cleared out. Not even a feather remained to show that they had been here. Their square was enormously empty as I walked around it, checking for any traps they may have left. But there were none... as usual, the cowardly halfsies had run away with their tails between their legs. They were hiding somewhere, obviously. If they weren't, the lot of them would have committed mass suicide right in the square, as I had seen before. That meant the one they had released was something important.
I strode through the village to the only stone building: their temple. It was just like the filthy beasts to worship a felon of our past: dead for the last thousand years, and good riddance. I kicked the door open, letting it smash into the delicate mosaics on either side. I smiled grimly as I heard stones shattering: more of their blasphemous imagery destroyed. Every half-angel village built their temple the same way, making them so much easier to destroy. But as I stepped inside I was greeted by something I hadn't expected: thousands of candles burning, or freshly-blown out from my entrance circling the altar. And one half-angel: an ancient one, 600 years or more. He was shown in profile by the flickering candle-light, the flames outlining his age perfectly. His wings were huge, but the feathers were obviously brittle, and his hair was long and pure white.
He turned slowly to me, his eyes sad.
"So, Bakarne, you have found our village at last. The one you seek is not here."
I growled deep in my throat. So the half-angel knew my family's name.
"I know that. Tell me where he is, old bastard."
He sighed softly," He is far from here, girl. He and all the others. As their elder I chose to stay and watch the candles."
I snorted loudly. "Watch the candles? Does your life mean so little to you then?"
"I am old," he returned slowly. "I have avoided you and your kind for almost 700 years, and I have grown tired of running. For even if you end my life," he gestured at the thousands of candles, "Each one of these is one more half-angel. Not even a species as stubborn as yours can eradicate each of these. And these are only a small part of our people- we are weak, but each has given their prayers to ask for the victory of our champion. Even you can't stop that... not even you, Iolanthe Bakarne."
My eyes grew wide with rage. How dare this arrogant old bastard use my full name? I forgot completely about trying to pry information out of him: I just wanted to kill him. I charged, my staff pointed straight for his stomach.
The horns pierced with a wet crunching sound, but I drove them in farther. I buried the entire demon skull before it burst out the back, my staff through all the way to my hands. His thick, warm blood poured over my fingers, staining them red.
"I am Jibriel," the old one croaked out. "And Azraefel shall save us all."
I angrily pulled my staff straight up, the iron easily cutting through him. One pull and he was split from his stomach straight through his head, and my staff flew free. Still blinded with rage, I smashed all the candles on one side of me to the ground, onto the wooden altar, which quickly caught fire. But I didn't stop: every candle had to fall. I swung my staff wildly, but there always seemed to be more. Hundreds of thousands- millions of candles on every side. Despite the growing fire at my back, I continued to destroy every candle within reach. And finally, there was only one- just one that seemed to grow before my eyes. The flame grew, twisting in shape until it became a clear figure. A young half-angel, with huge wings of flame spreading on either side of him. He reached out a hand to me, and I swung at it. The illusion shattered for a moment, then reformed with a companion.
Iolanthe...
My breath caught in my throat. Blood filled my mouth as an old wound re-opened at the sight.
"No... I'm not going to lose like this!" I screamed, knocking wildly through the flames, out the door, into the street. I fell to my kness and spat out the blood violently, then stood up, my back to the burning church. The half-angels had died there. All except my prey.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Amras
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We had all been just standing around arguing with each other for days. No one really trusted each other, and no one had really slept. I knew that at least the Angel and I would need to be rested. "Everyone, stop fighting!" I yelled, and everyone got silent. "I don't know if you can feel it, but I can! The Tournament is upon us!" I said. I knew where the Tournament would take place, for I had watched it before. Demons who found the Shrine where the Tournament would take place were usually either killed during the battles or afterward, and Fallen were supposed to take an oath to never reveal the location to anyone, which most never did anyway because they weren't asked. This Tournament promised to be interesting. "We need to get going, since not everyone can fly," I said, glancing over at the Elves, before putting my hood up, grabbing my Glaive, and walking in the direction of the Shrine.

[Discothéque]

Airiorai
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Forward ahead, limber body twisting about the trees, stray branches scratching harshly against what skin was bared. Sharp, psychoticly bright cat-slitted orbs glittered faintly with what few strands of sunlight were allowed to shower down upon the slender frame of mine. Clear, ghostly metallic peered stoically towards what seemed to be the ground bathed in shadows from my point of view, roguishly torn and shredded clothing barely holding back the speed of every leap and stride performed. Twisted grin, only to be drawn out my six sharp and semi-curved fangs, played across the pale skin upon my face.

You look evil. the voice sounded off, not even with a thoughtful or wistful hint, more as if a sneer, something meant to shatter your soul. Silence overcame once more as my own voice replied with nothing more, only the rare snapping of twigs sounding of my presence.

Glancing upwards, though I knew that the voice was not there, grin pulled inself into a smirk - as if smirking to the sky. "But I'm not." once more, even after allowing a few moments to pass, nothing else was said, not even a snarl or growl to sound of anger of bitterness. Even the wind died down, the birds quieted, the twigs almost disappearing as not even their breaking noises broke the silence. This was complete silence. And it was torture, not a single thing there to drag your thoughts away. Only... nothing, complete solitude, being alone. Sighing a simple, breathy sigh, my gaze trailed down once more to the ground as I leapt from the tree that hid my presence on the earth. Once more I was insight. But it bothered me not, until something ahead caught my sight. Stepping back into the shadows, I rushed ahead, somehow staying hidden and unheard.

I had seen the man before. No, not a man, a halfling. An angel, but not quite. Every now and then he'd take a confused glance down towards a map clutched within his hands and give a bitter sigh, then continue on. Ah, yes, he was at the bar. The one that burned to the ground, the one I even bothered to take the time to look around. It was him, without even a second thought, due to to the unique build he carried and the odd features upon his face - obviously mixed, but not hideously so.

He could not see me, but I could see him. Somehow, that amused me, for whatever reason they may be.

One foot set outside onto the path. Almost there, in sight.

Two feet on the path. Out in sight. Can't turn back now.
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O_o Yeah. Hehe, Rio's met Azraefel. (Finally. >_>)

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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"Ishtos pyor! Stupid, meaningless, ishtos, merente, jutarus map!" I shouted in frustration, crumpling it up and throwing it as far ahead of me as I could. With a sigh, I realized what I had done and went to go pick it up. Only thing was, as it was night, I couldn't see it too clearly. I dropped to the ground to whiffle around for it- my dark vision was terrible in the best of circumstances, and in the gloom of a forest with low moonlight, I was functionally blind.
"Why did I even keep going? Why didn't I just stop somewhere and lie down for awhile?" I growled before I remembered. I couldn't stop because I was a wanted man. So I continued to crawl on my hands and knees through the forest, cursing under my breath.
I abruptly stopped cursing as I felt something. Could it be the map? I continued patting the thing I had felt, around it and up it... it didn't feel like crumpled paper- it felt like... a foot. With a shout of surprise I jumped back. What was someone else doing in the woods at this time of night? My eyes widened. They must be here to kill me.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Just here to say that I do like this rpg.....it's very fun in interesting.....

But I'm still not clear on what the Tournament is about....an explanation.....pretty please?

[EVme15]

I'm confused here, and I'm lost. Just posting to say I haven't neglected this entirely. When I get the time and gather my bearings (and hopefully get an explanation or two) I'll do a real post.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Okay, to explain the tournament:
It's a huge tournament that takes place once every 100 years. No one who hasn't attended before knows exactly where it is: they only have a vague idea. The fights range from hand-to-hand, to weapon, to psychic and back again. At the end of the tournament, the winner is granted their deepest desire, even if they don't know what it is.
As for what judges them, the true leader of the world does. However, only the champion will see who that is. Former champions are not allowed to enter again, or to train hopefuls for the next one. Hopefully this clears things up a bit ^^;

[Discothéque]

Just to say, I'll try to post more often, just been quite busy. ^^ *pokes everyone* Ja, hai, and any other form of "yes". Thaaaank you. =3
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Airiorai
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Downwards my gaze went, onto the angelic creature at my feet, looking as if a mouse caught by a cat, eyes unusally wide with a small glint of fear dead within their colour. A smirk, amused nor cruel, played upon my face, tugging back pale-toned lips as the other stood, backing off slightly; his eyes stayed fixed on me, staring. Arching a brow effortlessly, stratching as if a dog at the side of my face with slightly sharp claw-like nails, I blinked oddly, watching the halfling in front of me.

"Why," pausing slightly, wavering a hand about in front of me, as if trying to find any words to say, my shoulders rolled in the form of a shrug. "Hello."

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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I continued to stare up, completely terrified before I managed to croak out a "Hi".
My head was crowded with thougts- I could get up and run, but considering my dark vision, I'd probably run straight into a tree. I could get up and try to fight, but she looked stronger than me. I could beg for mercy, but that may not be helpful, considering what I was. Fear completely choked me, and began to get a stranglehold on my thoughts.
"Are you going to kill me now?" I asked, hoping to sound dignified, but sounding more like a frightened child.

[Cxjenious]

Just posting to say I'm alive? Other than that, I don't have anything to post...

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Just posting to let you guys know that I'm leaving tomorrow and probably won't be back until Wed. next week. Sorry.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Iolanthe
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After I had calmed down from the scene in the half-angel temple, I set up camp in the woods to plan my next move. Obviously, this Azraefel boy was important, if a halfsie that old was willing to die for him. I hated to do it, but I was actually going to have to read the Book of Mindel. She had been known as somewhat of a seer in her time, before she had become a heretic.

I started a fire and sat down beside it. Grimacing, I cracked open the book and began to read:

"And the day shall come when the son shall be called the father. The son of man and angel, of god and elven. He shall be a new race, with the strength of humans, the cunning of demons, the beauty of elves, and the wisdom of angels. And he shall be called the Father of his people...

A cold shiver went down my spine. 'Azraefel', son of half-angels. But I couldn't make sense of the passage, 'god and elven'. Half-angels weren't born like that....

[Asilynne]

~Asilynne~
The crickets sang through the night air as I started out of my sleep. What.....what IS that.... I thought, at instant alert. It wasnt a sound that had awakened me, but a feeling. The forest was whispering, telling of the strange creatures whose life forces did not fit in with it. I stood up on the tree branch I had been sleeping on. Someones here.....
And it wasnt Eralan. I wasnt sure where she had gone, but when I lost track of the Angel I lost track of her. Suddenly I KNEW what had come into my forest.
A Fallen.
They had always made me curious. Curious as to what could possibly happen to cause a being to lose all faith and hope in the world, to cause it to deny its very existance and become something darker. I knew what Eralan would say if she knew what I was thinking. "Asi-chan, Fallens are lowly creatures and we re better than them so we shouldnt bother associating with them." Hm...but I had a feeling it was more than just social status that kept her away from them. It was probably something like a fear of catching it, if something could lose its faith like that, what if its very prescence could influence you? What if just by being near it it could cause you to slip? I shook my head. The greatest faith is Faith tested...Sorry Eralan, but I have to see whats going on.
Starting off through the calm night woods I soon came to the orgin of the strange alien aura. A Fallen was kneeling on the ground, looking up at someone else that didnt belong here. I frowned. While I wasnt sure which one of these strange people was friend or foe, I felt bad for the Fallen. He was on the ground, looking for all the world like a scared little kid. He was clearly afraid for his life.
And I cant ignore people in need.
Jumping silently and nimbly from the tree I landed squarely on the strangers back squashing it down and kicking it as I leapt to land in front of the Fallen. Standing up, the creature I had kicked looked at me and spat angrily. I pointed my crossbowed arm at it and said in a stern voice, "Nobody kills anything in my forest unless they have permission. This place is a sanctuary for those who are lost. Begone from here!"
The creature just stared at me and stumbled away, soon disappearing through the trees. Turning around I reguarded the once frightened, now wondering Fallen. I smiled. "Hi, Im Asilynne. Who are you?"
I watched the Fallen take to his feet, a warm smile on my face.
"It's all a matter of status Asilynne. Fallen's are lowly creatures and therefore at the bottom of the social structure of this world. This is the way it has been for centuries and will not be changing anytime soon. It's nothing personal, it's just the way things are."

"Well...I don't think it should be that way Eralan..."

"Oh? And I suppose you're going to change it are you?"

Remembering Eralans words made me smile. I just might.... I thought to myself. I JUST might........
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Take it away Jen-chan! ^-^

[Mystic_clown]

I'm back!

Fool
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I looked up at the strange group that was now staring down at me. The fallen had walked off. The angel held out her hand.
"Let me help you up," she said. I grabbed her hand and pulled myself up.
"I'm Avayiarah. What's your name?" she asked. I picked up a stick and wrote 'Fool' in the dirt.
"Can't you speak?" she asked. I just shrugged.
"What are you?" I just shrugged again. I quickly picked up a stick and began writing in the dirt.

Now it's time for me to ask you a question. What's the matter?

"What do you mean?" she asked. I began writing again.

I know that deep down you're upset. I just want to cheer you up.

Avayiarah sighed.
"Come over here and I'll tell you,"

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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Again, I felt desperate to run away, but this elf was actually smiling at me. She had to be able to see my wings... she had to know what I was... unless... A hopeful thought sprang into my mind. Maybe she didn't know I was a half-angel.
That hope began overwhelming my fear. Maybe she thought I was Fallen, since I was obviously not an angel. I looked at myself quickly- scarred and stocky, with a little bit of pudge. Very obviously not the kind of sculpted perfection an angel was. But a fallen angel...
Those thoughts stewed in my head as I rose to my feet.
"Um... my name?"
Ishtos! What kind of name would a Fallen angel have?
"It's... uh..."
Gotta think quick.... wait a second. We take our names from variations of Divine. I could have smacked myself when the realization hit me.
"Azraefel. My name is Azraefel...

[Asilynne]

~Asilynne~

Azraefel, huh?

"Well, Felly!!" I said grinning as I patted him on the arm cheerfully. "What brings you to my forest?" I saw him flinch as I patted him but I tried to ignore it. I realised Fallens dont usually have much contact with other people, and this one seemed to be especially shell shocked. Even the least thing could scare him, so to minimize the threat I posed I leapt up to a low limb and sat cross-legged, waiting for him to answer. He looked apprehensive, but then I guess he figured hed tell me. "Im looking for something....a temple....the only problem is, no one seems to know exactly where it is..."

I cocked my head to the side. A temple? I figured if there was a temple in my forest I would know about it...

"And anything that gets near it vanishes..."

?! ANY THING THAT GETS NEAR!? There was a place in the forest where animals would wander in and never be seen. An area that no birds ever flew over, a place where something inside me told me no one should ever go. And now someone was going there.

I looked at him, an apprehensive look now on MY face, and studied the sad looking guy in front of me. I wanted to know why, and who exactly he was, and what this 'temple' was, but when I spoke none of these questions came out.

"There is a place......"
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[Cxjenious]

If yall don't mind, could you tell me what's going on?

[Mewtwo-D2]

Okaybees, currently Azraefel is lost in the woods, looking for the Temple of Mindel so he can be directed the to the tournament. He has met up with Asilynne who believes him to be a Fallen, not a half-angel. She's offered to guide him to the temple.
Meanwhile, Iolanthe has destroyed the temple in Azraefel's village and killed Elder Jibriel. She has begun reading the Book of Mindel to see if she can figure out anything about why Azraefel is so important.
In my next post I'm making a new character who's quite important, and that will be explained in the profile.

Azraefel
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"Really? Could you tell me where it is... it's very important that I find it," I looked down, ashamed. "I need to be atoned for."
Then it struck me that a Fallen angel wouldn't be looking for a temple to recieve atonement for anything. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice anything strange about it. If she did, I may have to tell her what I was.... and what I had done.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Name: Shalene
Full name (with title): Artretani Therinta Shalene Yuteska Myartymi (Title: Lady Priestess)
Age: 287, physically roughly late twenties- early thirties
Gender: Female
Species: Half-angel (Demon-angel)
Physical description: Tall and sturdily built, like most of her species. Has pure silver hair, and one blood red cat's-eye and one sky-blue normal eye. Her right wing is white feathered, and her left is black bat's. Wears silver robes emblazoned with the Rose of Mindel and carries the Mirror of Fate.
Personality: Quiet and somber most of the time, though with an edge of superiority. After all, she does know the past, present, and a good bit of the future. Also commands the respect of being the High Priestess of all half-angels.
Weapons: None needed
Other: Is the Atretani Therinta ta Azrael. And owns the Mirror of Fate. She speaks half-angel speak pretty well, too. (I'll provide translations ^^; )


Shalene
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I looked up from my mirror. He was coming.
One of my attendants hurried up to me and bowed hastily.
"Artretani Shalene, iy qolantous azrael ti carasen yer iy hrael. Jilen qast ben xie lentos?" (Lady Shalene, an unknown half-angel is approaching our gates with an elf. What shall we do?)
I stood, stretching my wings out.
"Liqeantous. Ben qast tsy las jynten raest ferwen ty gylentous jyntenym xiel yrtael kes" (Patience. We shall see if they are smart to find they're own way in.)
"Ie lentous, Artretani" (As you wish, Lady)
She scurried out of the room, probably heading to watch the gates.
If Azraefel was what his name implied, he should have no trouble getting in.

[Asilynne]

~Asilynne~
Her Forest

"Hm..."
I tilted my head. What Fel was asking was a very hard thing to do. The very aura of that place told me to stay away from it, but....strange. That very same aura told me that he belonged there...

I leapt off the treebranch I had been sitting on and stood in front of him. "Ok, Ill take you there..." I turned to look to my right, the forest seeming to hush as if it knew what I had decided to do. "Its this way...watch your step, I had set up a lot of traps to keep the forest animals from wandering in after I discovered anything that wandered in disappeared." And with that, I took off trotting though the forest, every now and then glancing back to make sure Felly was keeping up. He was doing pretty well until a tree root tripped him and made him fall. For a Fallen he didnt seem to have very good night vision. "Are you ok?" I called out. He just stood up and nodded his head. "Be careful about falling Fel. ...." I thought about what I said.
Hm...Fel the Fallen fell! Hehe!
But somehow I figured Felly wouldnt appreciate that rhyme so I kept it to myself as we got closer to the place....

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^-^

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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I struggled to keep up with Asilynne, tripping over tree roots, occassionally smacking face first into trees... Not surprising at all. However, I was quite surprised when a hidden rope trap grabbed my ankle and left me suspended between two trees.
"Asilynne! HELP!" I shouted, swaying back and forth. Unfortunately, the swaying made my knife drop to the ground, well out of my reach.
Why does kind of thing always happen to me? I wondered. Was this supposed to be some kind of divine retribution?

[Cxjenious]

This may not make much sense, so bear with me here.
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The past few days had been uneventful, and the arguing and fighting had become boring. At some specific intervals it got funny but overall, it was purely tired. Without warning, I spread my black leathery wings to their full length, and with my daughter in hand, pushed off of the ground, and into the sky. I hovered above the others for a few moments, before soaring away, slicing through the air like and arrow. Below on the ground, a tan blur shot through the trees. It was He.

I flew only for a few minutes before I arrived at my destination. On the outside, it appeared as nothing but a worthless shack. But under the termite infested dump was my lair, and place of business.It was mostly dark, and was lit by torches. There were long winding halls and stairwells, most that went off to mine shafts, guarding by demon lackies.

I set my daughter down to play, leaving her with Him. I continued on to my personal quarters, to do some more research on the tournament...

[Asilynne]

~Asilynne~
Look ma! I caught a Fallen!

Poor Felly....

I jumped up to a treebranch of the tree Fel was hanging in and hung upside down with him. I studied him for a while as he looked at me with a ‘Why me’ look on his face. “You know,” I said, trying to keep a straight face though I was on the brink of laughing. “That traps not for fallens, so you shouldnt be in it!” And with that, I cut him down and watched expectantly, to, I thought, seeing him land on his feet.
He....didnt.

Wincing, I saw him land on his stomach, making a ‘uuhhH!!!’ as he fell. He was doing an awful lot of falling lately. “Im sorry Fel!” I said, jumping down to help him up.

Soon we came to the spot of the forest where everything was completely silent. No birds called, no animals rustled the bushes, even the wind was still. “Here we are...” I said, serious for once.

There was no turning back now....
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^-^ Go for it Kendo-chan!

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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I swallowed nervously. I wasn't quite sure what the rules were on bringing elves into our sacred ground. Also, she had to know that only half-angels worshipped Arza and Mindel. And since she thought I was a Fallen, she probably thought it was a temple of Letshin, the Dark Mother.
I glanced at Asilynne, wondering if she thought she was walking into a demon temple, even with the long-standing blood-fued between elves and demons.

"You don't have to go in, if you don't want too... I don't know if elves consider entering other species temples sacrelige, like humans do..." I trailed off uncertainly. Of course, her going in depended on my finding the entrance, but I was in no rush to find it until I knew what she planned to do.

[Asilynne]

To the cast of When Angels Deserve to Die:
Im sorry but I will no longer be posting. When I joined this, TPM was a fun place to be, and it was fun to write stories about mystery and intrigue, blood and feuds, love and honor. But far too much has been happening behind the scenes, and broken trust and betrayal, something you might see in an RPG, has manifested itself on how this place is run.
When the people in charge, who are supposed to help people and provide guidance, get so power-hungry and spiteful that theyd screw over a fellow person, a FRIEND, that is when it starts becoming less fun. The system is corrupt, and I want no part in something that allows betrayal of friendships to happen. I want no part in a place where people who act nice and innocent, and smile in your face and call you friend, stab you in the back when your not looking.
Its been fun, and if anyone wishes to continue to RP with me, feel free to give me an IM. But I wont stay in this corrupt place any longer. Sorry about this Jennie.
Farewell,
Asilynne Outlaw