Role-Play Translucent Devil

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  1. Zyta

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    A vicious ran poured down, all that could be heard was the sound of rain pelting the hard pavement, the sound of footprints stepping through the puddles, or the terrifying shriek, like a chill in the night. A lone figure walked through the empty underneath of Medio, cloaked in pure black; none of his features could be seen in the dark of night, however small wisps of hair could be seen extending their full length from under his hood. The stranger stalked along a grove long since dead, like everything else that grew here it was easily polluted and died a slow, painful, agonizing death. He went like a thief in the night, silent, destination unknown, identity unknown. There was no one around the stranger this night.

    The moon, obscured, shown down a pale light whenever the cloud cover faded away for a second. A flash of lighting erupted illuminating the sky and everything else for a mere second, standing before the stranger was the mansion of an old, long surviving devil family: The Arc family. Touching the rustic bars of the gate with long, slender, yet strong fingers, the stranger pulled the gate open. There might have been an alarm set in place, he didn’t know nor cared. He took a step into the mansion and closed the gate leisurely behind like nothing happened.

    The stranger shook his head suddenly and threw off the rain that gathered upon his head. Slowly he approached the mansion; he took his time. Upon his back was along, spear-like weapon with the blade facing the ground at his foot. With two knocks, he drummed the door and waited for the Master of the Mansion to appear.
     
  2. Avengeful

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    Dismæl sat in his study reading a book next to the fire. It was an interesting book, full of prophecies of this world and signs of the apocalypse. He looked out his window and noticed the rain. Such dreary day, if only he were able to go out for a walk.

    He sat his book down and walked down the hall towards his bed chamber. He thought it'd be time for a nap before dinner. Maybe the rain would have stopped when he awoke.

    rap rap rap

    "Who?" He asked himself. It was raining and someone was knocking at his door. He let it go as his imagination

    RAP RAP RAP

    There it was again. Louder.

    "Oh for the love of..." He walked to the front door of his mansion and opened it. "Who is here in this horrible wea-" He started but then looked at the cloaked figure. "It's... you" Despite it being dark and raining, Dismæl could instantly recognize who it was.

    "Dear god... Come in! It's wet out there..." He welcomed the stranger in, despite him being an enemy of his.
     
  3. Doc

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    (OOC: I can't say why, but for some reason I have a real good feeling about this one. Let's make it work! ^^)



    A low grunt of agony echoed through the sewers over the whisper of the steadily flowing water, dark and foul as it trudged along through the massive underground canal. The source of the grunt, staggered back, spreading his feet in order to regain his balance as he slumped forward slightly, his breathing heavy and the backside of his hand running itself along his bottom lip to remove a line of blood that flowed from his mouth. His eyes were wide in rage and horror as he gazed at his attacker, standing nonchalantly amidst a scene of carnage in this dark and dank place.

    "Whoever this bastard is, he's a stuff son of a bitch..." The demon thought to itself in a panic, watching as his assailant held one of his accomplices by the neck, forcing him to his knees as he crushed the life from him. The sickening cracking of cartilage and the desperate gurgling noises that emitted from the dying demon's throat would make one cringe, hoarse pleas for mercy escaping his scarred lips.

    "...No.....please, no.... GOD, DON'T-"

    Snap.

    The man dropped the dead carcass to the ground, his expression showing the emotion of a rock. He stepped forward briskly, stepping over the dead bodies that had comprised this demonic "gang". They went out like most demons in a blood-drunk state, howling at the moon and laughing maniacally in the night as they indulged in sin, taking what they wanted whenever they wanted. They were loud. They were careless. They were dead.

    "W-Who the hell are you, anyways-s?!" The cornered demon questioned as the murderer grew closer, the demon's back pressing up against the sewer wall as he held out his clawed hands, shaking as beads of sweat drenched his body, "C-Come on, what do you want? Money, yea? Bitches? I c-can get you w-whatever you want!"

    His attacker didn't respond, his gaze as cold as death itself as he pulled back his fist.

    "WHATEVER YOU WA-" The demon managed before the fist collided with his face, breaking his head against the wall behind him as electricity rolled from the fist and into his very cranium, making sure that if the impact didn't kill him then he would die from his heart exploding in his chest. Blood splattered as the corpse fell with a sickening thud, followed by silence aside from the running water.

    Looking down at the body, the man frowned, removing a pair of gold looking knuckles from his white gloved hands and placing them in his also white jacket. He turned without a thought, heading to the exit that would lead him back up into the hell that was lower Medio.

    "....disgusting." Nikolai snarled, disappearing into the shadows.
     
  4. Paladin_girl

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    Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

    Tock. Tock. Tock.


    A silent, silhouetted figure sat ready at the edge of the window, looking as if she were about to jump from the great height of the tower. One knee was loosely pressed against her still, leaning body while the other was on the chilly sill. The figure’s coat draped down behind her and hung loosely, dangling in the breeze, occasionally flapping at the edges from time to time.

    Behind this unsettling figure, gears were clicking busily, grinding and squeezing against one another to achieve the groaning spin of the enormous clock’s twisted, iron hands. Water between the mechanisms caused a metallic howl as it trickled down woodwork, metal and stone...

    If one was to regard the figure of the sitting listener, one could not tell if this was a human, devil or the smoothed likes of some dreadful gargoyle.

    The clouds which previously concealed the moon now revealed its white light for a brief moment, revealing the features of this kneeling creature. It was smiling pleasantly, despite the clattering of rain upon her roaring, stone neighbours and against the old tiles of the clock tower. The light revealed the human shape of this leaning thing – but also what it carried tightly in her left hand.

    A long, rustic pole, sharpened and rutted from use and neglect, yet this bizarre trident’s blades seemed polished and sharpened attentively. The enormous gear on the other end of the pole lay flat against the cold stone of the sill, as ready at its playmate, both glistening viciously for a moment in the bright light. This silent threat could only scream the threatening character which both the blade and His wielder possessed. Like a child to a beloved cat, her fingers were absent-mindedly, but fondly caressing the rough surface of this deviant weapon.

    Clutched in the other hand was a smaller gear, but this was looser, played around between her long fingers, rolling gently down the rounded edges of her palms as she stared down at the shadowed people below. Like ants, they bustled and pushed one another to reach their final destination. Somehow, it amused her.

    Water dripped down her pale face. Occasionally, a bead of rain from her chin caught a passer-by below. Of course, with so much rain, they would pay no notice... the figure did it for them, smiling in amusement.

    The smile suddenly parted to unleash a distraught cry, the gear between her fingers slipping and falling into the street below.

    Lilith stood up and gruffly sheathed the pole onto her back, turning around and grabbed at a stony gargoyle, then gripped again to slide down the pillar attached to it, determined to grab the gear. It was all she thought about .That gear. She had to get it back. Quickly.

    Tick, tock, tick, tock.
     
  5. RanmaSaotome

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    "Remmy your not leaving me at night again are you?" cried a young high pitched voice. It was his sister or half sister to be precise. "I have to feed your whiny face somehow Jana" He told her with a teasing smile. She crossed her eyes and pouted her lip as she said "but I get lonely here and I don't like you out at night its dangerous and a demon might kill you like mom" her expression changed to an empty gaze as she said this. In order to brighten up the mood and get his sister out of her gaze Rem walked over and poked her belly. "Owwww why did you do that you jerk" Jana Shrieked. He was laughing by this point "To get that gloomy gaze off your face.. and don't worry I always come back."

    His sister was all Rem had really left in his life. His father and brother disowned him when he was a mere ten years old and well living in lower Medio he witnessed his mother being killed by a demon. His sister coming from a devil father is actually only his half sister who shared their beloved mother acquired half devil status. Rem of course has a reason to protect her just because she is his little sister of no more then 10 but also she doesn't have the luxury of being able to hide her devil side like most have devils. She inherited the sparkling silver hair of her father even when she is in her human form. She shares something with Rem however. That is their mothers unique bright green eyes. Its something that Rem thinks makes them special and ties them to the memory of their mother in which they value so greatly.

    Jana realizing once again she was not going to stop him decided to start interogating him "So whats you job this time? Your not going there again are you? Who hired you?" Rem cut her off "Hold it don't go spouting a million questions again. Someone from the pub hired me and I couldn't turn down the offer this time." Jana glared at him "Your not telling me as much as you know." "Its nothing you have to worry about get some sleep" before she had a chance to say more he was walking up the stairs.

    It was now that Rem had to get serious. He didn't talk to anybody else like he did to Jana because he put little trust in people. He opened the hidden floor door in the backroom of the pub the live below. Even though the owner is his mothers old uncle who owns the pub and took them in he rarely had any conversations of lengths with him. Some how Jana's father new right where to send the two of them.

    Before Rem exited out the door he checked his swords and then his pistols. His two pistols were giving to him by Jana's father or his step father he guessed he could call him. He has not seen him since that day so he has no idea where the came from but they work very well and Rem always has them on him. "REMMY" he heard the voice carry from the stairs below him. Rem covered her mouth as she came out of the staircase below. "Don't be so loud you'll disturb the customers the pubs still open ya know" Rem explained. Jana barley lowered her voice "But you forgot" holding out the chained pendant necklace around her neck. "You are so silly sometimes." They each wore 1/2 each of a pedant that was their mothers. Silver on the outside with a green gem identical to their eye color in the middle. When their mother was killed Jana's father broke it in half and created chains for the both of them and told them "This way you will always have to protect each other. Jana never lets Rem leave without them holding the two sides together for good luck.

    Rem scurried her back downstairs and walked out into the dark stormy night. Ready to take on this strange job given to him. Ready for any challenge the night brings him no matter what it may be. He had no fear when he was out hear because their was no room for it he knew he had to believe in the kill or be killed mentality being a human among devils, demons and even some other humans in which some would rather kill him then talk to him.

    (Oops sorry for the long post the rest of mine shouldn't be like this I just wanted to set some things up sorry)
     
  6. Nevermore

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    The rain seemed to speak to him, though he was never sure of what it said. Each droplet seemed to hold a voice, but all he ever heard was the sorrow of them crashing into the ground. At least, he thought, they were never alone for very long. Sure it was a long fall to the ground, but as soon as they struck they could form puddles, and thousands, millions of droplets would find a home there. He had no home though, at least not one he ever considered as such, was there any reason for someone who was alone all the time to have a place he called home? He didn't believe so. Perhaps it was all in his head, the voices he heard in the rain, after all, all he ever heard was sorrow, the rain seemed to be incapable of words. He had never been very fond of the rain since that one day, how long had it been? Over 200 years? The memories of that day were still fresh in his mind and they seemed even more vivid when he was on a job.

    Gabriel had never told Juliana that he was a half-devil, he had figured what she did not know wouldn't hurt her. Why would she need to know such a dark secret? He feared that as a human, Juliana would have been fearful of him if she knew he was a devil. And he was right. That night on the cliff they had been chased by the demons all the way to the ocean. He had done his best to fight them off but there were so many of them that time, and powerful ones too. Eventually he was left with no choice, he apologized to Juliana and transformed into a devil to fight. As soon as she saw him she was startled and began to flee, she lost her footing and fell off the cliff. He had tried to save her, but his arm was not long enough, he caught her by the necklace he had given her (the one he wore now, tucked beneath his shirt) and it broke easily. It had been raining that night too, now every time it rained he thought he heard sorrow.

    Gabriel shook his head and sprayed water in all directions off his long black hair. Now was not the time to think about the past, he needed to earn a living. Perhaps this was another reason he believed he did not need a house, they cost too much. This job was simple, easy, and paid well, plus it had the perk of being something he did not mind at all. Killing murderous demons. Normally, Gabriel did not like to kill, he prefered to leave opponents alive, but when it came to demons, if you did not kill them they would just get up and keep being evil. Lately he had noticed that demons were becoming more active, more and more they had been coming into Upper Medio, killing humans and causing problems. It was as if something was up, something was happening. But Gabriel could not think of what would be happening to make demons more active. Nor did he care, all he wanted to do was protect people, and if he could make a little money at the same time? Well, he had to eat.

    Gabriel was near the center of the city heading towards Lower Medio because even though the demons were coming into Upper, they still did not stray far from home. He was beside the old clock tower, walking slowly down a deserted street. Ever since the demons started acting up people had been less inclined to travel at night. Earlier, when Gabriel was farther away, he could have sworn he had seen a shadow on the edge of the clock tower, he knew it did not have gargoyles so he blamed the sight on his mind playing tricks. He was almost to his destination, just a few blocks past the clock tow-

    Crack!

    Gabriel stumbled and fell foward flat on his face with a thud, blood rushing from his cracked skull and marring the clear puddles on the street with red. The bloody gear clattered and rolled across the ground, stopping a few feet away from him. He laid there completely motionless.
     
  7. Paladin_girl

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    Clang!

    At the bottom of the tall pillar, Lilith had jumped off and was now staring at two things, ignoring the odd glances given by some passers-by at this... person. Her hand itched instinctively, wanting to pull out the little monocle in her pocket – but instinct would have to wait for now. The person was bleeding – and nearby, her fallen and now-bloodied gear that had hit him. At this, she tilted her head curiously before wincing in realisation.

    She clenched her teeth together, breathing in and making a modest hissing sound between them. Not good. This was not good at all.

    First came the stranger, then the explanation to a growing mass of humans.

    'A person living in this here clock tower? You must be insane!'

    That'll do.

    She rolled him over to stare at him. A pretty face if it wasn't for the blood dripping down as rapidly as the rain, she thought. Carefully lifting him by the shoulders, she dragged him across to the tower, leaning him against the wall while she picked up the gear in mid-stride. She knelt down, checking him before smiling slightly, putting her hand in her pocket and pulling out a handkerchief, pressing it to the bleeding mass.

    She tilted her head, tying it carefully and tightly around his head before starting to drag him indoors and out of the rain. She grumpily booted the large door ajar, squeezing herself and the stranger through before laying him down fully on the cold stone.
     
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    Gabriel's eyes snapped open no sooner than she had gotten him fully in the tower. He sat up quickly and looked at her questioningly before pulling the cloth off his head to reveal that the blood had stopped flowing completely and the crack in his skull was gone. He wiped away most of the blood with the cloth that had been covering his head. He looked around at the clock tower, had she dragged him in here? More importantly what had hit him? He looked at her again and noticed the bloodied gear in her hand. If she had meant to kill him with it, she wouldn't have brought him inside and tried to fix the wound so he knew it was an accident. He looked at the bloodied cloth in his hand and started to head back outside, stopping near the door and holding the cloth out to her. "Thanks," he said in his rough voice, a voice that didn't seem too rough but had underlying kindness that was difficult to find.
     
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    “Sorry,” she said in reply, holding up the gear before throwing it behind her, the large gear on her weapon catching it in the precise area. It made her somewhat proud to have learnt that trick in her boredom. She didn't take the handkerchief immediately.

    She stared at him worriedly before sitting back on her heels, smiling warmly, but her voice and tone seemed unreadable. It wasn't a dull or boring voice, but it sounded between amused, yet saddened, echoing through the tower, “You're not bleeding any more,” she said, “which is good. Didn't it hit you that hard?”

    She was aware of the idiocy of the question – but it was interrogative. This person was no normal human – in which Lilith quietly became aware of her humanity quickly, yet only served to make her determined. She kept this quiet, but her smile slowly became as wise and sagely as the eyes that observed him closely. She wanted to understand before she restricted herself back into the dripping depths of the cavern of gears above them.

    How such a human can bear such ancient sorrow, I do not know. Unless of course...
     
  10. RanmaSaotome

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    It was late this afternoon. Rem has helping his uncle in his pub (he did this often in order to obtain information and odd end jobs) when a strange man walked in. Tall dressed in all black and a larger hat. Rem knew from his experience that this man was not fully human or not human at all. After a few minutes Rem made contact with the man and was giving the job he was on now.

    He was walking cautiously towards the main access to Lower Medio. The least wealthy lived near hear he guessed. The rich wouldn't build nor live near where you were most in danger of being attacked. 'The greedy bastards probably would use innocent people as shields' he thought. It was then he saw it a group of people being attack by a group of demons.

    Both pistols were drawn within seconds and Rem fired 16 shots (8 from each gun) all hit there marks. The few that were still standing charged Rem and he made short work of them by putting his guns away and drawing his swords. He managed to pierce these low class demons with out to much trouble. However one's claws ripped through his shirt put did not pierce his leather undershirt leaving maybe a bruise.

    Two dead bodies lay where they were slain. about 3 or four other people who were hidden behind some barrels stared at Rem. Rem paid no attention to them and turned and walked away. 'What are low class demon like this doing outside of lower medio? i have never seen weak ones such as this out attacking humans' He wondered to him self. He thought back to what his client had instructed him to do "I am unable to be out at night at this time. I want you to observe Medio at night for the next few days and report back to me. Something is not right." Other then what he would be paid that is all Rem was told. He walked back in to Upper Medio deep in thought but still alert to his surrounding and continuing his investigation.
     
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    "It did," Gabriel responded carefully, or at least he knew he was being careful, but she wouldn't be able to tell unless she was really good. He noted without breaking concentration the ease with which she replaced the gear in what he guessed was a weapon of some sort. There was something about her eyes, Gabriel knew she was human, but her eyes appeared anything but and it was strange. She looked sad, yet sounded amused. Then he remembered the clock tower, did she live here? She was definitely no ordinary human with those eyes, that weapon, and a clock tower for a home. But it was none of his business, he had a job to do and if he didn't act soon someone else would die. "It should have killed me."
     
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    “Don’t mind if I do,” replied Sanskrit curtly. The moment he stepped into the mansion he removed his spear and set it aside on the weapon rack he knew was there from previous visits. Still dripping wet, he also removed is cloak and threw it upon the rack on the opposite side of the weapons. He then looked at his long time acquaintance, Dismael, eyeing him up and down with very narrow, mysterious pupils. With a shake of the head, he threw off the last of the dripping rain from his hair. “I brought it, as promised,” said he as he hefted up his right hand, extending his arm and opening his grip.

    In the center of Sanskrit’s palm was the orb Dismael would be expecting, its black sheen held a powerful pulling sensation from its core, the slender, pen-like strokes of white lettering circled around the orb. Sanskrit played with his hand, lifting the orb up and down to show it had some weight to it. From the core, that very center churned Sanskrit’s devil blood, as it would entice Dismael’s as well, like the full moon entices the canine.

    Sanskrit closed the door behind him suddenly, as if shutting out the outside world entirely, separating them from the earthly plane and the higher plane of their surrounding. In truth, thought that Sanskrit knew that there was no one near them, he wouldn’t know if, or when, an eavesdropper would happen by; to prevent that, he shut himself in. Infiltration complete.

    “I promised to bring the orb of Chaos, and I did,” began Sanskrit; he suddenly became very business-like with his speech. “Now it’s your turn to hand over all of your books on the creation, rise and fall f the two deities that once controlled our realm.”
     
  13. Xelhes

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    Scarlet sat solemnly at the table, in a dank saloon. Her eyes were closed, of course, until she felt the presence of man. She opened her eyes, gazing at him. She could feel his astonishment. She knew that frequent rumors of her blindness went around. They were true, but she had another way to see people.

    "Y-y-you're M-miss-"

    "Just call me Scarlet," she said monotonely, "and you wish to have an oracle, do you not? I am sorry, but I do not give oracles for just anyone." she quickly got up from the table and left. This of course was to hide the true reason she had rejected him. She still couldn't fully contral her power over the oracles. She had honed her other skills, but this one was more difficult.

    Her hands, automatically, went to her pocket. She felt the smooth surface of the locket, the curves of the engravings. It was strange that she couldn't remember what was in it. She knew that she saw what was in once, before she blind. Even then, she also couldn't even remember when she went blind. How long had it been?

    The weather was a bit chilly but it didn't bother her. She of course had other things to do. Scarlet traveled this path, from the saloon to her house, everyday. She had once recieved an oracle about this. It didn't make much sense and she had no idea what it meant, but it was something important. Maybe today was the day she would figure out.
     
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    Nikolai remained perched upon the nearby rooftop, his snow colored scarf dancing about on the soft gust of wind that rolled suddenly over Medio. His stoic gaze remained fixed upon the blind woman walking below, a look of recognition flashing across his eyes as he realized that he had indeed found his target. This was a pit stop that he had scheduled for this evening, a little break between a couple of his "appointments" to look into a personal matter.

    He remained there in his perch for a while longer, his legs bent with his forearms resting upon his thighs, most of his weight placed upon the front of his feet. Silently he rose, straightening himself before stepping forward, sliding down the rooftop and giving a gentle push with his legs once he reached the edge. The devil seemed to hang in the air for a brief moment before his feet made contact with the ground, his form landing in a crouch in front of the woman.

    His eyes looked at her from their sideways angle as he pulled himself up, a gloved hand wiping some debris from his white pants.

    "Oracle," He stated, seeing no point in questioning her as to her identity. He knew who and what she was, and now they could skip any unnecessary formalities.

    "I require your eyes."
     
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    "If it wants to," she replied easily. Knowingly, "but what purpose would that serve? Clearly you want to do something - and I for one, think that discussion should be answered in the perfect moments. Perfect time... otherwise, the wrong people leave,"

    At this, she waved her hand somewhat dismissively, but once again, she seemed amused by something. The irony? Perhaps so.

    She stood up, putting her hands in her pockets. She didn't bother to brush herself down, but simply stared at the stranger; he was being coy... or at least careful with what words he chose to use.

    She smiled sagely once more at this and raised her head slightly, "Don't die. Blood doesn't look right on a person," she turned away slowly, walking to the stairs up towards the clock tower, shaking her head quickly to get rid of the drips forming at the ends of her hair.

    She stopped a moment and chuckled, "And if you don't die, we might meet again - maybe without the sudden headache. I won't keep you now. I have things to do."
     
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    "Aye," Gabriel responded before stepping out the door and shutting it softly. He still held her handkerchief in his hand and he went to put it in his pocket but decided to keep it out for a while and let the rain wash away the blood he had left on it. After a moment he had a thought, one he wasn't sure where it had come from, but he lifted the handkerchief to his nose. It smelled strongly of blood, but there was another scent mixed in that he could just barely make out despite the blood and the rain. The scent of a woman, a human woman. He found the smell very nostalgic but quickly took it away from his nose and rang it out, dripping rain and blood on the ground. He decided that he would eventually return it to her.

    As he walked Gabriel messed up his hair and rubbed the blood from it as the rain poured down around him, washing it from his hair and forehead. He also thought about the strange girl in the clock tower. It was odd that she wasn’t surprised about the fact that his injury had healed instantly. And that knowing smile of hers had unsettled him, but just slightly. Did she think he was a devil? Perhaps she was a hunter, that would certainly explain the weapon. If she was a hunter then she probably had some sense about devils, although most hunters stick to the lowly demons as the devils were usually too powerful, plus devils thought more than demons and didn’t just go around killing for fun, most devils had an agenda.

    As he walked, Gabriel passed a pair of devils outside of some bar. He had always been able to tell who was a devil and who was human, ever since he was young, he could just feel it. It appeared that the male devil had stopped the female and was demanding something, but it didn’t matter to Gabriel, he was on a mission. He quickly disappeared down the road past them.
     
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    "I require your eyes."

    "You require my eyes? You, a devil?" she almost giggled, but she retained her emotions. "My oracles aren't for people like you. I should almost say that you're not qualified. But then again," she quickly considered him. Even not knowing what he looked like, she could feel his essence. "you are different. Not like most I have seen."

    She thought about it for a moment. Many people have came from far and wide to use her, or rather her oracles. She rejected all of them. How would this man be any different? Then a thought struck her. She smiled at the man."Alright. I'll help you. That is if you can defeat me."

    It couldn't have been to much of a shock. After all, she may be blind, but that didn't hender her too much. Scarlet unsheath her twin blades. "Please, do not hesitate to attack me. For I will do you the same." she got into her battle stance.
     
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    Nikolai's expression didn't falter, his tone still as dry and devoid of feeling as it was before.

    "If I kill you, you'll be worthless." He stated in response to her challenge, watching as she entered into her fighting position. He suddenly cast an impatient looking glance up at the moon, noting its position to himself before returning his gaze to the Oracle. He had planned on this not taking up too much time. She was supposed to be a good little human and do as she was told before the big bad Devil bit her head off.

    Then again, as far as he was considered the Almighty hated him. No shit things didn't work according to plan.

    "Fine." He voiced aloud after a moment, not so much as blinking as he planted his right foot firmly against the ground beneath him and pushed off, moving at incredible speed towards the blind girl. As he moved his legs seemed to dance about, propelling him at different angles as he made his approach.

    A blind human asking for a fight. Idiot.

    This is what went through his mind as he pulled back his left leg and propelled it forward at the woman's stomach, the extremity moving with the speed of a careening bullet...
     
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    As Lilith made her way to the top of the clock tower, she could not help but suddenly hear a noise. Buzzing, it seemed at first yet the more she listened, she realised they were voices... familiar, irritating voices.

    She began walking down the stairs, silhouetted against the gargantuan stained-glass window, lit by the natural light of the moon, once again revealed in his silent glory. She stopped just above the sources of the voices and smiled, sitting on the edge of the stairs, lazily dangling a leg downwards while the other was, as before, pressed against her chest.

    “You are to believe such a vile creature to reside here?”

    Ah, the pompous noises of a zealot, she surmised. Who else?

    “But of course! Don't you listen to the innocent masses?! Demons and devils wander about to swindle their lives and you question their judgement?!”

    Innocent masses? Not ignorant?

    And a wannabe hunter. What luck.

    They must have seen her at this point, as Lilith had pulled on her monocle, placing it over her left eye which created a shine, reflected by the moonlight. There was a horrified cry from the zealot.

    “I-in the name of God, what are you?”

    She said nothing. But her eyes glared viciously, the light of her monocle gleaming ominously as her relaxed, but cautious stance was stock still. The only thing that seemed to move was the loose strands of hair that fluttered delicately where the wind had found crevaces in the building and danced around anything that they found. But this did not bring comfort, for the 'dancers' were cold as ice.

    There was a small gasp from the wannabe and the mutter of, 'No...'

    This was her cue. She took a deep breath and began to laugh, pulling out her weapon, pointing it towards the two men, still laughing. At the sight of it, they raced one another to the exit, the zealot pushing the wannabe to get out first before he fearfully followed.

    Lilith's arm dropped to her side, her laugh now subsiding, echoing throughout the tower. She was not laughing because of amusement ... the laugh was wicked and cold, gently touching a small hint of mockery. The laugh of the Devil, some believed.

    But what was it that made him so? If Light shunned him so, one would expect him to be bitter if not angered.

    That laughter was nothing but to scare away the public from the tower – and Lilith hated it. Her head which was lowered now looked up, brighter and happier. The look of the simple girl from earlier with the devil.

    Slowly, she descended from the stairs, landing on the chilly floors of the tower and walked towards the door...

    She had decided to go out.
     
  20. Xelhes

    Xelhes Scion

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    Holy shit! This man, wait, devil, was faster than she thought. She managed to do a back flip. The moment her feet landed back on the ground, she rushed forward. Even if she was no match for him, she did have her doubts, but it's been while since she felt this excited.

    Right before she reached the mysterious man, she used her mind and caused a burst of flame to appear. At that precise moment, she jumped into the air, combining her twin blades into one. Her sword thirst for the blood of this devil. She wasn't going to kill him, just show him that she wasn't as useless as he thought. Her blade came down, aiming for the man's head.

    SNAP

    Scarlet landed in front of the man, sword landing besides her. Her conscious began to fade. Why now? Why couldn't she control her power? Was she really useless, if she couldn't even control this? That was the last thing she thought before everything went black.

    "It has begun. The time is upon you to choose the side we will fight with. You, a devil, who has sworn to fight your own kin. To repent. What is this? Why? How will this effect all the people have their own reason for fighting? I do not yet know. I do not have a reason. For that reason as well, I choose not to fight for anyone unless for my own benefits. That is the way of us humans. How pitiable." Scarlet spoke this in a deep voice, not like her own. Then again, this was her own subconscious. She would not remember any of this. At the last word she fell to the ground, out cold.