When Angels Deserve to Die

[Mewtwo-D2]

Um... Raven? Where are you getting all these modern things? I mean, Pepsi, X-boxes, etc. They don't exist here...

Azraefel
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The pub exploded with fire and I crawled away on my hands and knees. After crawling to the edge of the village, I fell closer to the ground and vomited. Everything I had eaten for the last day; the ale, the small sandwich I had eaten for lunch, the apple from breakfast... All of it came up and out until traces of blood began to appear. Coughing and hacking blood, I rolled away, doubled over with pain and guilt.

Never give them a reason to hate you... Passive resistance, Azrael had always said. And I had killed. I had murdered a human, sacrificed myself to the beserker that hid inside of me. I could smell his blood on me... My heart sank even farther as I thought of returning to my village. Of explaining to Lethiel... Lethiel, my foster mother. Her heart had almost broken when Azrael was killed, and to find out the boy she considered her son was a murderer...
They're going to kill me too... they'll find a hunter, and I'll die. I don't want to die! I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again.
Slowly, I pulled myself off the ground and stood up. My cloak had been reduced to a hood clinging stubbornly to my head... I ripped it off in disgust and threw it to the ground. My headband came up over my ears and I brushed myself off. The moon was high in the sky by then, casting a milky light over everything. It's soft, silver light bathed the land... and stopped short at the fire raging in the village. Screams and shouts echoed through the stillness of the night. Tonight Half-angels and Demons walked the streets. As I idly tred to remember the day, I suddenly struck on it. Midnight tonight began the feast of the Half-angels patron... Saint Mindel, the Lady of Bitterness.

[Discothéque]

Airiorai
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Paw-like hands and feet crashed onto the ground as I moved, blurring in the night, wind lashing my hair as if whips behind me. The midnight robe I wore flapped idly, the scarlet markings wrinkling and becoming unable to tell what they were. The chainmail on front limbs clanked, as if singing a sorrowful song to the night.

Smoke tainted the air, with every breath taken in, it twirled within frail lungs. Pale silver eyes locked onto the scared mortals, as they ran towards where the pub burned, trying to save the ones trapped inside. Their fate were sealed by now.

The man, the one of half from the pub stood within the moonlite area. Blood was on the ground, fresh blood, still shining of deep crimson. A hand crashed down on a sharp twig, laying absently on the ground, a wince escaping dryly. Suddenly, the man turned, I could hear him demanding to know who I was. As I pondered if I should tell, or flee.

[Ginger Cat]

*hugs Grima*

Fierna
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I regarded the new arrival cautiously, giving him my name only because I cared not if my name was known to every one of my enemies; if indeed I had any true enemies. Was this a danger? What, really, was this?

It... he--at least, it seemed to be a he--was covered by a costume, which immediatly set me as a bit wary. Anything that could not be seen could not be fully trusted. Luckily, it did not appear to be an angel of any sort; no wings. If it had been an angel, it's wings had been cut and it had been banished long ago.

A demo, then? Perhaps an elf? Or a half-and-half? None of these seemed to fit. I sensed something different about this one, soemthing strange... It was almost intruiging.

He was happy, that was for sure. A cheerful sort, not one to be dampened even by the most cynical. He seemed to be mute, unless he simply didn't know whether or not he could speak. Perhaps nobody had taught him. Fool... He referred to himself as Fool. Where had that come from?

It seemed that, for good or ill, I found the thoughts of this new arrival intruiging. Perhaps he was there of ill intent, but he ddi not seem so. Deceit was possible... But what did it really matter? There was a point when nothing really mattered.

I looked at him for a few more moments, then began to speak, slowly at first, then more rapidly. "I must admit, good sir, that you present to me a mystery... Never in my life have I seen one so difficult to define. What are you, if you don't mind my asking? From where did you come? This costume you wear... I have never seen one quite like it. Then again, I suppose there is much I have not seen... But that is of little importance. I would like to know, if you could tell me... Who gave you the name Fool?"

[Mystic_clown]

Fool
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I was surprised, for a fallen angel, she sure asked a lot of questions. What was more surprising was that I barely knew the answers to any of them. I picked up the stick ext to me and began writing.

Sorry Fierna But I don’t know what I am and where I’m from. As for this costume, I’ve been wearing it since I can remember. As for the name Fool, everyone I meet has been calling me that, I can’t remember my real name.

Fierna looked at me with a confused look in her eyes. She had finished the loaf of bread.
“Do you have anymore food on you?” she asked. I rummaged through my pockets, but I couldn’t find anything. I shook my head, but I pulled out bag of gold and a map. I began writing again.

Sorry, but I’m out of food. But if you follow this map, You’ll reach Gardello, a market town. You can use the gold I gave you to buy food. Farewell.

After I had finished writing. I got to my feet and ran into the forest.
“Wait! Come back!” Fierna cried. I ignored her and continued running.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

~~~~Shykra~~~~~~

I smiled a small smile at her. "I remember you....very slightly. You were always the compassionate one, the one who...opposed violence. One of the decent ones. Maybe the only decent one."

She stared at me. "I know of you, you were the one that..." She hesitated.

"Went insane?" I said, and laughed bitterly. "Yes, it was I. And I don't really remember a thing." I closed my eyes. "Do you know what it is like to wander on the earth with only the barest memory of your past? Do you know the pain?"

I stiffened up slightly. There was a demonic presence, no two, the other one weaker, maybe that of a halfling. "Ava-"

She held up a hand. "I know."

We both looked up at the demon hovering above us. His stance was not threatening, and his ice blue hair was fanning out in the wind.

"What do you want with us?" asked Avayiarah, softly, without hostility. She was truely the most tolerant of angels.

"My daughter," he stopped, hesitating. "I need your help. She needs to sleep, and I know angels to be very good at soothing tired souls."

Silently, Avayiarah held out her arms for the child. Indeed she was a halfling. There were distinct signs. Avayiarah set to work, doing whatever angels do. I did not care. The magic that angels used were of no concern to me.

"My name is Illu'vatar," he said, "And I thank you," he addressed Avayiarah.

I looked at him. "You are a demon, are you not?" I needed no answer. "It seems that the world has changed while I was not looking. I thought demons and angels could not tolerate each other, and never have I thought that I would see the day a demon willingly ask an angel for help."

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[EVme15]

Name: Hikari
Age: Unknown, but young by angel standards.
Gender: Female
Species: Angel
Physical description: Long, flowing, golden hair. It reaches her waist. Some of it hangs over her shoulders on either side of her head. She has bright, blue eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. Her skin is a very bright tone, almost pale, with no blemishes whatsoever. She stands somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 2/3 feet. She's so slim, and her skin is so pale, she almost seems sickly at a glance. However, her skin isn't so tight it reveals her bones. Her wings are about a foot over her head when folded, putting them around 8 feet long. They seem tinted golden in the light and light blue in the dark. She wears a tank-top, with cloth that connects from her shoulders to her golden bracelets. Her stomach is exposed, and a dress-like garmet covers her legs. She has ankle bands as well, and uses no kind of footwear.
Personality: She's secluded, generally, but won't object if someone tries to become a friend. Likes to stay out of the action. Kind of childish in battle, but a great fighter anyways.
Weapons: She doesn't carry any, but can use magic to fight. Her favorite technique is creating a bow and arrows out of virtaully anything, even thin air.
Other: Carries around a ribbon that she plays with. More proof she's childish, but the real reason make be revealed later. (Or maybe I'm just wishful thinking ^_^; )
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I'll add my story when I finish reading everyone elses, and when I get back.

[Cxjenious]

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Illu'vatar
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"Not all demons are the same. My hatred for angels is natural, and there is nothing I can do about it. However, my mother taught me to commpassion for any and every race. And besides, my daughter is much more important than my ego."

I let myself descend, and focused my attention to the angel. Only a hand full of angels would help a demon, much less a full-blooded one. And not many angels with even have conversation with a fallen, let alone even look one to the face.

"You, angel...why did you help me? I too thought angels and demons were sworn enemies. And this fallen. Why do you associate yourself with her. If I'm not mistaken, I thought they were only good enough to recieve your pity."

[Kuro Espeon]

Dang...this RPG is moving to fast...(Now THERE'S Something I never thought Id say...)


Eralan:
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I watched in amazment as Avayiarah ran after the Fallen. Why an angel would even consider associating with such a lowly creature was beyond me. And I thought angels were supposed to hate Fallens.....
"What do you suppose that was all about?" Asilynne asked curiously, scratching her head in confusion. I folded my arms across my chest and cocked one eyebrow skeptically.
"Obviously she is aquainted with that fallen. It was probably an angel before it fell and she may remember it from somewhere. But if you ask me...a Fallen is a Fallen no matter what they used to be. She should just let her be."
Asilynne gave my a slightly aggravated look.
"Why are you so hard them Eralan? They never did anything to you did they? Actually...I find them rather interesting..."
"It's all a matter of status Asilynne," I replied, "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."
Asilynne shook her head slightly. "Well...I don't think it should be that way..."
"Oh? And I suppose you're going to change it are you?" I said with a small smirk.
"Well I just mi-!" Asilynne started. But she cut off suddenly, and I knew exactly why. A new energy signiture had appeared close by...and a dark one. It was a demon. It had appeared off in the direction that Avayiarah and that Fallen had gone.
"Eralan....do you feel that?" Asilynne said slowly.
I nodded. "I do. We should go say hello....we wouldn't want to let our new angel friend have all the fun, now do we?"
Asilynne just shrugged and we started off after Avayiarah. It didn't take us long to find them. They were standing in a small clearing, Avayiarah and Shykra looking up at a blue-haired demon that was floating above them. we stayed by the tree at the edge of the clearing and heard the last bit of their conversation.
"My name is Illu'vatar," said the demon to Avayiarah, "And I thank you." The demon handed a small child (that seemed to be a demon itself or possible a halfling) to the angel. For what purpose, I wasn't sure. Then Shykra, the Fallen, spoke in her monotonous tone.
"You are a demon, are you not? It seems that the world has changed while I was not looking. I thought demons and angels could not tolerate each other, and never have I thought that I would see the day a demon willingly ask an angel for help."
The demon looked at Shykra with a small, demonic grin, showing off one of his small fangs.
"Not all demons are the same. My hatred for angels is natural, and there is nothing I can do about it. However, my mother taught me to commpassion for any and every race. And besides, my daughter is much more important than my ego. You, angel...why did you help me? I too thought angels and demons were sworn enemies. And this fallen. Why do you associate yourself with her. If I'm not mistaken, I thought they were only good enough to recieve your pity."
I smiled and spoke up from my spot in the shadows.
"A demon with compasion for something other than himself....how touching. And didn't you know? Not all angels are the same as well. This one in particular seems to show pity for almost everything, which I find a very unique quality."
"Yeah," Asilynne agreed, "I think it's a quite admirable quality myself..."
All three of them turned in our direction. They had most likely already sened us so I wasn't surprised that they all had calm looks.
"I was wondering when you would speak up, elves," the one called Illu'vatar said with a smirk. "Why don't you and your friend come out from there so we may see who you are."
Asilynne and I stepped out slowly into the light. I looked out of the corner of my eyes at Avayiarah.
"Gee Avayiarah....if you were having a party you could have at least invited us. Right Asilynne?"
Asilynne just smiled and nodded.

[Bulbasaur4]

*edited* Kuro posted before meh!
^^;;


Avayiarah - F - Angel
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I smiled at the little child, and gently touched her upon the forehead. She was a hafling demon... I could sense the demonic presence with in it. Normally an angelic being would not even touch a creature with demonic blood through it's veigns, but I did not care nor saw any reason to hesitate helping it. I placed my hang upon her head and spoke soothing words to her, as a small, violet glow aura formed around the child's head. She closed her eyes and cooed softly with her own, happy gibberish words. The soothing affect of small, angelic songs would stay with her through out the night- until her father wished for her to wake up, if not then, then morning.

I glanced up at the male demon, as his icy blue hair swirled some what in the gentle breeze, and his blue eyes gazed from Shykra to me. He then spoke,

"You, angel...why did you help me? I too thought angels and demons were sworn enemies. And this fallen. Why do you associate yourself with her. If I'm not mistaken, I thought they were only good enough to recieve your pity"

I sighed, shaking my head as I held his child, resting peacefully.
" I helped you, because you asked for it. And maybe the stereotype is that angels and demons were sworn enemies, but I have never proven myself to go with such stereotypes. I also remember this Fallen when she was an Angel, but more importantly I do not care what my kind does or says about 'only pittying them and nothing more.' Besides, I do not look at the race a creature is, whether it be demon, fallen, hafling or whatever... I look at the charisma and the good in the person. Everyone has my respect, only they as a being can take it away."

I gave a soft smile, as the demon looked puzzled. I held the child to him,
"There, she will sleep peacefully until morning or until you wish her to awaken."
I then smiled wider as he still looked some what puzzled.
" I thank you... angel, but-" I held my hand up to him, and gazed at Shykra and then the demon again.

" Please, my name is Avayiarah." I smiled again, as I could already hear the shrieking of angelic voices if they were to know I gave a demon my name. But I did not care... the angels where I was from already called me the odd one.
Then suddenly i sensed my two Elven friends join us, and instantly the demon turned and spoke to them to show themselves and such. They came forth, and Eralan smirked as she spoke.

"Gee Avayiarah....if you were having a party you could have at least invited us. Right Asilynne?" Asilynne nodded as she gave a soft smile, and I nodded my head a little.

" I am sorry... I-I had to catch up to Shykra.." I trailed off softly..

[Kuro Espeon]

ERG! eVer time I tried to edit that post someone else posts.......
Sorry if my post doesn't follow it exaclty, but I'm not gonna edit it again....
Just have Eralan and Asilynne enter after B4's last post...

[Bulbasaur4]

No no that' sokay... I'll just edit my post a bit to make you guys fit right in. ^^

[EVme15]

Hikari (angel)

A drop of water hit my face, wakening me. I mumbled in some tounge I assumed I didn't know I knew. It didn't matter. Still staring upwards, I noticed as it began to rain. Rain... Why does rain just seem to be so sad? Is it because it imitates tears?
I was always questioning with philosephy like that. I bent my legs so I could sit up. A rustle greeted the movement. I sat up, confused. A forest? Did I fall asleep here?
I had been sleeping on the tops of various trees, my outstreatched wings supporting me. Looking around, I tryed to get a feel for my new surroundings. A crack beneath my body notified me a second too late I was is a delicate situation.
"WHAAA!" I screamed for a second, plummeting down through the forest. This was great. Here I was, falling through the forest, with trees obscuring my flight path. How was I supposed to get out of this one?
"What a brilliant place for a nap!" I shouted to myself, trying to slow my fall with my wings. To no avail. I finally stopped on a leaf-covered branch after crashing through two. Sighing, I tried to gather my bearings. Another sickening crack told me the ride wasn't over. The branch snapped like the others, and I fell. Five feet.
I hit the ground, not tremendously hard, but it still hurt my legs. I took a quick glance around to make sure no one had seen me. What a sight I probably was, a holy angel, falling through trees! Satisfied I hadn't been spotted, I stood up and cleaned my clothes. Spotless once again, I began to figure.
OK. I can't fly until the trees thin out, so I guess I have to walk. Trouble is, which way? I don't remember falling asleep... This is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Hikari! Picking a random direction, I began to walk.
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If you wanna interact, that's ok. If not, that's fine as well.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Sorry it's taken so long, and sorry that this'll be short

Name: Amras Calmcacil
Age: Unknown, physiological age is about 28
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Physical description: 6'8" tall, ice blue eyes with flecks of grey, fairly muscular, pale, used to have white hair but died it black, along with his wings. His hair is very long and is usually tied in a large braid. He wears a large black hooded cloak and cape with red and gold decoration on the insides, and under that he wears light leather armor that is painted black and has gold embossing on it that shows the picture of a dragon and his soft leather pants are also black and decorated.
Personality: Doesn't like anyone to take pity on him, Angels included, and will fight to the death to show that he needs no one's pity. He is very confident in himself but not overconfident, and he always tries to overestimate his opponent.
Weapons: He has a light weight, well-balanced glaive that doubles as a walking staff, and he has a small crossbow. Both are enchanted but he didn't enchant them himself.
Other: Only uses magic on occaision. He took a liking to the Elvish Fallen. His name is Elvish, but translated it is Kagerindon Ikagaide.

Amras
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I leaned lightly on my glaive as I walked through the cool, dark forest. Only my hand and a small part of my face were visible as I walked slowly on, letting the rain splash on my hood and run off of my glaive. I glanced up and to my utter surprise, a saw a young, frail-looking girl, who upon closer inspection I noticed had angel wings. She had blond hair framing her face and if she had been a little older I could have considered her pretty. She was walking along, dusting herself off and muttering to herself. "What are you doing out here?" I called.

[HolyKniteYataku]

Name: Yataku
Age: Unknown, believed to be a teenager.
Gender: Male
Species: Half-angel (Demon-angel)
Physical description:
Personality: He is only nice towards those he knows he can trust, and towards others he is seemingly cold, until the point he kows can open himself up to them. He fights strongly for what he believes in. He will protect those he cares about at any cost. He feels most alive during battle, and loves to fight.
Weapons: He is a half demon, so he has abilities of dark magic, but also he uses holy magic as well. He uses his favorite sword, a long blade known only a the Masamune.
History: No one knows how Yataku came to existance, only that he was found abandoned as a baby outside the half-angel village. He was taken in to the village and trained to become a warrior. Most people believe he is a human/angel half-angel because he looks more human than demon, but they know after they see his black wings.
Other:

Yataku
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Only a few chairs away from me was a couple of drunken idiots bad mouthing half-angels. Being one, I felt enraged, but I managed to keep cool about and not finish the off. They had not noticed I was a half-angel because I managed to keep my wing underneath my cape. A couple of more drinks and everyone would leave alive.
"I found my daughter pregnant with some half-angel child. What should I do with it?" one of the drunks asked.
"You should kill it for her own good. One day it will grow older and kill you," another man replied.
"You're
"Damn half-angels! Just hire a hunter and we can get all of them easy. Isn't that right, you, the guy with the cape?"
He was talking to me.
"I wouldn't be so sure about it. Weakling humans like you, even hunters, have no chance," I replied. I threw off the cape and unleashed my black wing.
"He's one of them! Get him!"
I drew Masamune and waited for their move.

[egotist]

umm. Yataku? The bar has burned down..

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

~~~~~Shykra~~~~

This clearing was getting fuller and fuller.

Avayiarah was talking to the elves that had just came.

"I am sorry... I-I had to catch up to Shykra.." she said quietly.

I discovered that I sort of liked the elf that had asked the question. She had an innate sense of curiousity. This seemed to over ride whatever prejudices that were inborn within the elves. I looked around at everyone in the clearing.

"We seem to have a very strange...congregation over here. Elves, and angel, a demon, a halfling...and a fallen." I laughed slightly, bitterly. "All we need to complete this set is a human."

Illu'vatar smiled too, showing his slightly pointed teeth. "Do we need one?"

"I don't know. If you told me in the past that a gathering such as this could happen, without,or with only slight hostility on everyone's part, and we aren't trying to kill each other....I would have laughed. Racial prejudice was why I left the ranks of the angels in the first place. If I knew this could happen....maybe I wouldn't have become so disillusioned."

I turned to Avayiarah. "I'm amazed you managed to keep your sanity, you being so compassionate and all. Tell me, don't the Higher angels aggravate you sometimes? Their violence, their prejudices and their plain stupidity sometimes?"

I don't know why I asked her that. Maybe because I wanted to know, what it was being like, and see why had I broken under the pressure. Was I weak?

[HolyKniteYataku]

I meant a diffrent bar, sorry.

[DarkBlastoise]

*very confused* what the **** is going on? I mean this RPG is in total chaos, and pretty much dis-organized.....uh....besides that...



[----] Morbrid [----]

It had been 2 days since the bar had burned down, I had finally recovered from my injuries..but there was another problem... where to go from now? I turned to Stirder, who was carving a piece of wood inot a spear, and said "Strider...what do we do now?" he just stared at me and said, "We will decide once the rain stops..." I had to admit, he could always think of an answer to my questions...OS I sat down and watched as the rain started to slowly pour down on the shed....Waiting for it to stop...

[Cxjenious]

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Illu'vatar
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What makes her think we aren't trying to kill each other? If not for the prescence of my daughter, they all would have been dead a long time ago...

"You show much hostiliy toward your higher angels. You call them stupid, prejudice, and violent. I would think the higher angels to be the most peaceful of all those disg-," I paused, realizing that I was in the company of an angel myself," disgruntled angels."

*I thought about what she said, and what it would mean for the demon army. Stupidity....if only the angels felt that way. If it were true, then there would be more chaos between their ranks than our own...and it wouldn't be so difficult to march through thier heavenly gates and destroy them all!*

"You felt this way even while you where an angel?"

[Bulbasaur4]

Avayiarah - F- Angel
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"I'm amazed you managed to keep your sanity, you being so compassionate and all. Tell me, don't the Higher angels aggravate you sometimes? Their violence, their prejudices and their plain stupidity sometimes?"

I was shocked by the sudden question. I gazed at her, my eyes wide as if she had just asked some thing not to be questioned. Slowly my expression melted to more of a saddened thought, and I stared at the ground. Silence consumed the air... as I shook my head slightly, and tucked my hair behind my ear. My wings tightened behind my back again, as I gazed at her again with my liquid icy blue eyes.

" Well... you see, I do not speak against them- they forbid such talk, saying it is unholy and-"
I stopped short, I shouldn't ... I was going against rules even letting other species know the rules of our kind. My eyes tightened in an expression of pain and longing, as I sighed sadly.

" The higher angels do not aggrivate me... I tell them I do not agree, and that I think we should be peaceful and accept everyone. I ask them every day why they want to rid of half-breeds with intermixes of angels, why they do not care for humans... and why we classify species anyway- why does it matter? But they do not listen. Some even shun me for speaking out loud... if it were not for my father being ... well, a figure of power, most would probably have clipped a few of my feathers as punishment."

I laughed weakly to myself,
"I just ... well, I just overlook what they do. I am just one angel, and I haven't met another angel with t he same views as me yet- they all seem to agree. That is one thing the angels are good at, sticking with each other... and they all agree on the matters of other species it seems. So I t hought... that I must be the foolish lone angel, so I do not think of them as wrong. I keep my ways, and keep tellin gthem what I think... but.. I listen to them and obey. The only thing I would not do is kill, but they never ask of me such an act."

Silence continued, until Illu'vatar spoke to Shykra and I listened.

[Bulbasaur4]

Ummm... Mystic Clown, I'm thinking you should reread through all the posts. We are sorta 'indepth' here with a demon, a fallen, an angel, two elven folk.... ^^;;;

[EVme15]

Hikari (Angel)

I continued walking, hard in thought. What am I gonna do if I can't find enough room to take flight? I kept asking myself.
I almost jumped when a voice called out: "What are you doing out here?"
I turned to the figure. Though he was hidden by a cloak, I could tell right away he wasn't human. He didn't seem like an angel, either, so this might not be a friendly confrontation.
"I... kind of... got a little lost..." I knew it sounded silly coming from an angel. Everything having to do with confusion or sin did. It was the stereotype of our species, and it hurt sometimes. We were supposed to be perfect, unashamed. No other species knew how it burned when we slipped up, just like everyone else. We had guilt, we had concience, we had pain, we had sorrow. All that seemed to be misunderstood by others. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. And the control over us... I mentally slapped myself. I wasn't supposed to question those higher in power. Refocusing on the present, I was in a bit of a shock to see how the person I had met was in no way surprised by my embarassment. Could he be...?
"Well, what are you?" I asked, curious. He could be, but was he really a...?
He pulled off his hood, revealing his face. It was pale with blue eyes, but his hair was black. That wasn't a characteristic of an angel. He could probably see the confusion in my face.
"Yes, I was an angel... once." I gasped sharply. So this was a fallen, I was finally meeting one. What a sorry sight. He looked disgusted, then turned sharply. "Do not pity me for what I once was!"
I must have insulted him. I was new in this kind of situation, so I wouldn't be sure how to react anyways.
"I'm sorry... if I have offeded you..." I knew I wasn't supposed to be so formal to a fallen. It was how I had been taught. But still... I couldn't help but wonder what difference banishment made. I didn't see anything right with mistreating an exile. We were always being shunned from another society, but being shunned from our own? That would be the worst for me.
His wings I then noticed, protruding slightly from his cloak. They were angel-like enough, but like his hair were black, not like a normal angel's. So he was fallen... how sad...
"Hey, wait! Where are you going?" I shouted, noticing him walking away. "You want to get out of here, right? I suggest you follow."
In a few hurried steps I had caught up to him. "I don't even know your name yet."

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Amras
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"I am Amras Calmcacil," I said quietly. Angels really should learn how to talk to others better.

"Is that an Elvish name?" she asked.

"What other language could it be?" said angrily. I can't believe I'm helping an Angel! It wouldn't be too bad if she hadn't looked so pitying. GR! I'm interrupting my nice little walk to help an Angel. I need to get my head examined. Soon we came to an area in the woods where the faint path split, one went into the denser, darker area of the woods and the other went to a thinner, lighter part. Out of habit I headed for the dark one.

"Um, shouldn't we go to where there is more light if we are going out?" she asked nervously.

"Only if you want to walk for a week, that path is long. It leads to a small canyon full of strange serpents as well. I'd advise we take this one, I've travelled it more."

"O...kay..." she said slowly. I walked on, taking much longer strides than the Angel behind me.

"Try and keep up," I muttered. As we walked, the air grew thicker and despite being dark, warmer as we went downhill. I took my large cloak off and stretched out my wings as I folded my cloak and put it over my shoulder. "It'll get very hot before we get out of here. There's no breeze, we're closer to the core of the world, and there's a demon den nearby."

"DEMON DEN!?"

"Quiet!" I said.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

~~~Shykra~~~~~

The demon asked, "You felt this way even when you were an angel?"

I looked at him and said, "I always did. I was discontented with their decisions and opinions, and there were only a few who agreed with me. As Avayiarah said, almost al the angels agree when it comes to species classification. In case you wanted to know, almost all angels who feel that way became Fallens. That's why I asked Avayiarah."

I heard her gasp.

I turned to her and smiled. "I don't think you will ever become a fallen. Though you do not agree with all that the Higher Ones say, you are more tolerant, and agreeable. You can be talked down sometimes. You are acceptable to the Higher ones. And, anyway, you have a high ranking father do you not? I doubt that you will ever be so disillusioned that you become a fallen."

[Kuro Espeon]

Eralan:
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Up until now I had been keeping quiet with my eyes close, and was listening to the conversation between the angel, the demon and the fallen with great interest. Never in my lifetime had I expected to see such an odd assortment of races in one place. It was most definetly peculiar, for they did not even seem to be showing any hostility towards each other at all. All except the demon.....I had the feeling that I should keep an eye on him. Although his was not outwardly hostile towards the angel, I could tell that he was hiding something. After all....it was next to never that you found a demon that would tolerate an angel...
"And, anyway, you have a high ranking father do you not?" said Shykra to Avayiarah. "I doubt that you will ever be so disillusioned that you become a fallen."
I finally decided to speak up.
"Having friends in high places does not always gaurantee (sp?) your fate...." I said, my eyes still closed. I did not see their reactions but I heard Avayiarah speak first, her tone wary.
"What do you mean Eralan?" she asked. I opened my eyes and looked at her calmly but sternly.
"Fate does not care about who your friends and enemies are. If you completely give yourself into anger, rebellion and betrayal and denouce the ways and views of your people, your very heart and soul will change completely and become something entirely different. You will no longer be a member of your race...but a fallen. Be you angel, demon, human....or elf, all races are capable of falling at anytime if they lose faith."
There was an akward silence following my statement. Avayiarah seemed slightly disturbed by it and looked rather uncomfertable. I gave her a small smile (OOC: As much of a smile as an elf can give..) and continued.
"But I believe that Avayiarah has nothing to worry about. I can tell that her heart is strong and no thoughts of betrayal rest in it. Her intentions are pure for she only wishes for peace amoung all living beings. Am I right, Avayiarah?"

[Cxjenious]

What if their was no faith to begin with...

The words of the elf made sence, except on part of the demons. High class demons lived for the day when they could rally their own troops, and rebel against the higher gods. Ties were still kept within the demon ranks so that one day we as a people could finally obliterate the realm of angels.

Angels like Avayiarah were har to come by. But if there were more, the angel race would have been extinct a long time ago. An angel with desire to kill is an easy victim. And oneless angel to worry about...

"But I believe that Avayiarah has nothing to worry about. I can tell that her heart is strong and no thoughts of betrayal rest in it. Her intentions are pure for she only wishes for peace among all living beings. Am I right, Avayiarah?"

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How can you have thoughts in your heart? ;)

[Ginger Cat]

Fierna
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I tried to chase him down, but the creature... this "Fool" was gone. He'd left money... What sort of deal was this? Nobody left anything for anybody else unless they wanted something by it, so what did he want? He hadn't said, and now...

Now I was perplexed. Damn. Sighing, I leaned against a tree, looking at the bag. Honestly, I couldn't go buy any... Every time I tried, I was driven away. Apparently, they didn't like me much. The wings or something. Maybe the overall mood. So what then was I to do? And why had he given it to me?

Sighing, I slid it into my pocket; perhaps I could find someone who could use it, find a way to use it myself, or find the being who had given it to me. Where had he gone? And why did he accept the name of Fool so easily?

Then again, what did a name matter, really? Nothing. I had been given a different name at my birth. I no longer remembered what it had been, only that it hadn't been Fierna. The angels had given me a different name, and when I had left them I had left my name.

I was different from when I had started, but confused. And now this... The money, the creature, and an odd feeling in the air that I could sense as I leaned against the tree. What was this? What could it all mean?

Nothing in heaven, in hell, or on the surface of the earth seemed to want to tell me.

[Bulbasaur4]

Avayiarah - F - Angel
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"But I believe that Avayiarah has nothing to worry about. I can tell that her heart is strong and no thoughts of betrayal rest in it. Her intentions are pure for she only wishes for peace among all living beings. Am I right, Avayiarah?"

I smiled softly, their words about becoming a Fallen had tightened my t hroat a bit, just thinking about me shivered me with thoughts. To be a fallen..- it frightened me. I saw many fallens these days, and they all were ... strong, in their fighting ability and spirit. But I? I would never be a fighter... I was never one to fight. My body wouldn't be able to handle the torture of falling... my wings..- I couldn't think of it. But, though I wanted nothing but peace amongst all species- I would never betray my kind.

" In that way... you are right." I smiled softly, gazing at all of them, and then at the sky. My eyes twinkled slightly as I gazed back down.
" I do want peace, but my greater goal is to be an angel of aid. I want to help those in need- whether they be demon, elvin.. fallen.. .half.. whatever, I want to help. A lot of the Angels shun me for it, saying it is impossible. But even though they shun me for it, I still will always be true to them and never betray them. Even though I disagree in my heart about what they do and say, I will never betray nor hurt them. I will not kill, fight or hurt another being... even if they ordered me to, but I will defend. They understand that much... and therefore, leave me alone on that part."

I smiled again, and then I gazed at Ill'vatar's child.
" She's beautiful... you must be proud." He nodded, as I frowned slightly as I gazed at him.
" Are you alright?"
His eyes widened, as he slowly nodded his head... confused. I sighed, and looked away painfully.
" I try not to... but I can feel aura's shift and change. Angels are specifically sensative to... well, other auras. Yours... it ... c hurns, like you are... well.. thinking about some thing."
I gazed back to him and made a frown.
" I hope I do not affend you if that is what causes the aura to change..."

[Mystic_clown]

Fool
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I sat on a tree branch, looking down on the angel, demon fallen and the two elves that were talking below. I starde at the angel.
"She seems nice," I thought, "But I know that deep inside her, there is a deep sadness." Suddenly, there was a loud 'CRACK'. I turned around to see that the branch I was sitting on was about to give way.

Sorry if I'm interfering with anything B4.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

~~~~Shykra~~~~~


The aura that I had sensed made an appearance. A rather dramatic one, I have to say. He landed in the side of the clearing, bringing down an entire branch with him. His appearance was strange, to say the least, but there was something that was puzzling me. Was he a halfling, a fallen, and elf, and angel, a demon or a human? He was puzzling, and his species was undefinable. I felt myself smiling slightly. What would the High angels, so used to discrimation of races say to this? They had no race to classify him, so what would their feelings be about him? A puzzling enigma(OOC. is this the right usage of that word?) indeed.

There was a faint presence of someone else, possibly a fallen, nearby. You could usually tell with fallens. Their auras had a slight tinge of pain, bitterness and maybe, hopelessness. It wasn't always the same, but there was a certain thing about the aura of fallens. They had a certain sense of not-belonging, vague,but usually present.

She or he was nearby, and I was sure the others knew it too. I wanted to look, as I had not seen any other fallen before. I walked slowly towards the source.

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[Mewtwo-D2]

Iolanthe
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I stood outside the ruins of what had once been a bar, now burned to the point of Well Done.
"So you say a half-angel killed a man here?"
"Killed two men," a young workman said. "He killed my senior, and an old man."
"Hm.... mostly they don't actually kill humans. They may wound them, but generally they just run away."
"I don't care what they normally do! He's a murderer... and a half-angel. We would kill him ourselves, but since you're a professional..." he looked askance at my staff. "We know you could do a better job."
I sighed deeply. "All right... well, could you describe him at least?"
"Um... he was fairly normal looking... except he had big gray wings and a lot of scars. He was just a run-of-the-mill half-angel. And he had some kind of connection to the name Azrael."
My eyes widened. "Azrael? My grandfather killed him!"
The young man shrugged uncomfortably. "Well, they say those bastards are awfully long-lived... Anyway, he called himself Fel. And he disappeared after the bar caught fire. On the Feast of Saint Mindel."
Saint Mindel... I mused. What could possess a half-angel to come out on that most cursed of nights? I probably wasn't dealing with the most experienced one of the lot... or the most intelligent.

[Cxjenious]

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Illu'vatar
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" I hope I do not affend you if that is what causes the aura to change...,"said Avayiarah, frowing at me. I contemplated if I should respond, and decided not to. There was really no need to. I looked up at her, and smiled, very faintly, but enough to be known.

Then...*SNAP*. Out of a tree fell some odd creature, unkown to myself, and by the looks of it, the fallen as well. She had a puzzling look on her face, and then, he noticed the look change, and appeared as though she was concentrating on something.

I realized wat she had felt, after I felt it myself, and watched as she walked towards the energy that she felt, and believed to be a fallen.

As the rain grew fainter, I decided to wake my daughter. She had been sleeping all day, and it was the perfect time for her to wake.
I whispered into her ear, and very slowly, her big seal-like blue eyes opened, and she looked up at me, smiling. I placed her on the ground, and she grasped ahold of my hand, her hair, exactly like mine, swaying in the breeze. I decided to follow after Shykra, and along with me, came my daughter.

[Ginger Cat]

Fierna
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Well past the hours of light, when shutters have been closed and the angels have quit thier condescending watch, shadows creep through the forest. More truth lies within the darkness, within the viel of night than can ever be found in all of the daylight. Hopelessness and despair carry the truth, the reality, the only reality. Everything that is can be found in the night, carried by the servitude of the shadows.

My head snapped up and my eyes widened as I caught a new scent. Or, rather, a scent that had been eluding me. It'd been out there, but I'd been lost in thought, and the scent had been nothing. Now I could sense it. There was a group a ways off, mixed and with a faint scent... Those I could not distinguish, not from so far.

The new scent that was approaching, though, was it...? But could it really be? It seemed to be a Fallen... I'd never seen a fallen. And it seemed to be a Fallen angel... Much as myself... How? Was I to finally meet one? For good or ill, it seemed that I was.

There was another with the fallen approaching... This one was a demon. A demon with a half-demon, a child--perhaps the child of the demon. An odd combination this seemed, and yet many occurances seemed odd. The group, what was the group?

Strange occurance begin to unfold, leading into a new era. A sunrise or a sunset; nothing will speak of which it may be. Leaves rustle softly, speaking to unseen beings, whispering the lore of the night. Outside, meanwhile, birds chirrup thier stingingly sweet song to the humans, the oblivious. Stirring beneath everything, waiting, watching, is soemthing far greater...

Footsteps. Whomever this was, he, she, or the group was approaching. I tensed myself, ready to fight if necessary. These were odd times, and perhaps I would neep to fight. My weaponry was available but, even so, I would wait for a need before I attacked.

The fallen approached first, breaking through the trees--for she was indeed a fallen. We stood for a few moments, staring at each other without speech or movement. She had a sense similar to mine, yet she was different in appearance... Almost more like an angel, less as if she had been dipped into the night. Yet she had the same sense about her, perhaps the same sort of mind. More angelic she was, and yet not any more at heart, it seemed.

Behind her came more crashing, and the others entered the clearing, startling the both of us from our stillness. This was indeed a demon; tall and of the sort that seemed to attract even humans in some way. Behind him was a girl child, who honestly did look to be his daughter.

My first impulse upon seeing th demon was to attack, but I surpressed it; this was no time for foolery. Something is changing... Instead, I asked the only question that seemed fitting.

"Who are you?"

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Yes bad, dumb, etctra... sorry...

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

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Shykra
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I stood there and gazed at the other fallen. She was the first of "my kind" that I had ever seen, an angel, fallen like myself. Of course, due to my self imposed solitude, I had not met up or spoken with anyone for many a year, and had not wished so. However, she was someone who had undergone the same circumstances I had, and I was deeply interested. We stayed there in absolute stillness, neither speaking nor moving, each studying the other, weighing the other up.

She seemed very different from me, as if falling had changed her whole appearance. Her face, arms and other visible limbs were all pale, and she seemed like an angel of death, all in black, giving out an aura of darkness. Her wings were still magnificent, but were as black as her clothes.

We were still examining each other, comparing and noticing each other, but this was disturbed by the entrance of the demon and his daughter into the clearing.

"Who are you," asked the Fallen. I was quite sure that the question was not directed to me so I remained silent.

"Illu'vatar," said the demon. He offered no other information.

"Why did you follow me?" I asked him.

"Why not?" he countered, smiling. "I do not need to justify my every movement and every action with you. What I do is my business."

Seeing that I would gain no advantage in speaking to Illu'vatar, I turned away and concentrated on the fallen.

"You walk alone, do you not." It was more of a statement than a question. "You see the beaty of the forest around you, the sky above you and the ground beneath you."

She did not speak, so I waited.

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Blek.,crap crap and more crap...not sure what to write so.....*shrugs*

[EVme15]

Hikari (Angel)

"DEMON DEN!?"
"Quiet!"
What did this guy take me for, a complete idiot? But he said he had traveled this path before, so right now I probably had no choice but to follow.
Indeed, it did grow hotter as we walked down. Not that heat bothered me much, I had become quite adapted to changes in temperature. But it was the demon den that worried me.
Angels and demons don't get along much at all. And a fallen is supposedly even lower than a demon, so I doubt they'd form any kind of alliance. So if common sense stands, this isn't a trap.
I found myself breathing hard, not from the heat but from keeping up with the taller fallen angel. He turned around to me suddenly. "Shhhhhhhh!"
I detected several presences up ahead. Yes, a family of demons. If I had to, I'd fight. I had already decided that. Right now about 90% of my survival rested in this fallen who didn't seem to care that much about me.
Oh, great, I'm in big trouble...
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I didn't know if you had anything in mid for the den, so this is about as far as I can go.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

I'll assume that you'll be stumbling across our nice little group.....

~~~~Shykra~~~~~~

More presences were approaching, and both were alien to me. One was an angel.....and the other was yet another fallen.

"We're turning up everywhere," I muttered. The other fallen heard me and looked at me, and I shot a very small smile at her. There was no flicker of emotion on her face at all. Truly, the darkness had claimed her for its own.

They came, and we stood and stared. This fallen was male, and the angel female. The angel looked slightly bedraggled and her wings were ruffled. Unusual for the race that usually maintainted appearance above all else.

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Sorry...really had to type something...really dying of boredom.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Amras
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I could hear that chattering of demons ahead. From what I heard it sounded like a group of ten, but to be safe, I doubled my estimate. "Sounds like ten, so I'm gonna say there's about twenty," I said. The look on the angel's face was one of confusion. "Just be ready to fight, but we'll try and go around." Leaving the path in this part of the forest was dangerous, what with all the evil creatures lurking in the shadows, but they were nothing compared to a large group of demons. I shifted the way I held my glaive and slowly crept into the forest. The angel followed me carefully.
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Bleh, I'd type more but I'm sick and going braindead. Sorry.

[Ginger Cat]

Gor'am...
I posted last night and the damned site went blah on me.
Grrrrr...
So sorry, this'll be shrot and dumb...
Bad me. Bad.

Fierna
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Ice cold, shiver again. Everywhere around it's coming in, waves of cold, washing with freezing iniquity. Constant reminders all around, heaving sighs in insignificant breaths.

New ones coming. I could sense them now... And the other fallen had mentioned them. She had smiled... How had she smiled? How was happiness anything that would ever work, especially for a fallen? Why could she be happy?

Was there perhaps something wrong with me? The probability was high... And yet the contrast wasn't entirely surprising. After all, we looked different... She far more like an angel, though without wings. Almost human. Like a half-angel... Not that it would help her at all with the angels. And who would want there help, anyway?

Emotions shadows passing by. Smiles nothing more than frail decoration. The thin cover of joy is a mere sheet of ice; underneath lies a tumoilous body of water, raging within itself. Anger, pain, torment, all below, all real.

I snapped back into reality with a start, for I had heard, and now I saw... They had entered the clearing.

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Yes, bad, no furthering, I sorry...
Stupid stupid shutting down of site.
Stupid me, of course, but hey...

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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I woke slowly and painfully. At first I couldn't remember where I was, but a whif of cooking reminded me. I had practically crawled onto Lethiel's doorstep and collapsed. She must have brought me in... I smiled faintly as I heard her in the next room. It made me feel like I was a young boy again, listening to Azrael and Lethiel talking and joking while making breakfast, while I waited until they called me. But... today I would have to tell her. This was most likely the last time I would be in my own bed, in my own house.
"Fel," her voice floated in from the kitchen. "It's ready."
My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to figure out how she knew I was awake. It was uncanny how good she was at it. Very slowly, I pulled myself out of bed... the whole time thinking that if I stayed in bed, I wouldn't have to tell her... it never would have happened... it was all just a bad dream...
"Fel?" her head poked in the door.
I looked back at her with tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I killed.... Lethiel..... I killed a human."

[Mewtwo-D2]

Azraefel
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I stood in front of the Council, staring at my feet. The elders of the village had been called out to judge me on my crime of murder... a crime that would only deepen the blood feud. Tears of shame pricked at my eyes as I felt every half-angel of my village staring at me with resentment. The chains on my arms felt like they would drag me to my knees, but I knew they were necessary. My sin must be shown to all half-angels.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the newest member of the Council, Rhystel, speak.

"Azraefel, ward of Azrael, you are charged with the murder of two humans. How do you plead?" his voice was commanding, not pompous as it had always seemed when I was standing in the crowd.

"Guilty," my voice was softer than a whisper.

"You are aware that this crime will force us to abandon our village?"

I nodded silently.

"And you are also aware that the humans have marked you for death?"

Again, I nodded.

"And that they have hired the Bakarne huntress to kill you?"

My head shot up as I stared at him in horror. The Bakarne family had been hunting half-angels since they first appeared. They were the best... And it was certain that Azrael had died at the hands of one.

"Are you beginning to understand how serious this is?" Rhystel's voice boomed across the square. "One Bakarne could kill every man, woman, and child among us without a second thought! Including your beloved ward mother," his finger jabbed at Lethiel.
"And you," his finger was aimed at me now. "You have brought this upon us! The humans have never been able to find us, because they never cared enough to. But you have spilled their blood, and now all of them will thirst for yours in return!" he turned towards the Great Elder, Jibriel. "I say we should leave him for the humans at the edge of their territory. Then they can be satisfied that they are avenged. We can go to the caves until we can be sure that they have calmed down."

Jibriel thought it over slowly. I watched the conflict on the ancient face: the one half-angel who had survived over 600 years. I knew what they would do... I would be chained to the Post on the border between the humans land and ours. Whenever the humans went on the warpath, the offending party was left there after five days to be taken by them. I had seen them sentence others before... for crimes not half so great as mine. The last I had seen was my childhood best friend, Quistil, who had dared to fall in love with a human. He had been sacrificed to them, as had the child he had fathered on the human girl. The girl had gone free, with the excuse that he had enchanted her. I had watched his execution from the edge of the humans town... they had put him on a cross, nailed with iron. They had done the same to the infant... after cutting off both their wings and nailing them to a post. And Quistil's human lover had merely looked away. As soon as they humans had cleared the square, I had crept up to him and slit his throat, granting him a quick, merciful death. The child has long since died by then.
Tears sprang to my eyes again. They were going to sentence me to that.