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Thread: The Angel & The Nephiliam (Me & Mister Grimm)

Michael looked to her as she looked outside the window, seeming to feel awkward as she said she only knew one angel like him. Malicy. The name was familiar. He had fought along side him when the angels lead a rebellion. He had been a loyal soldier, very skilled with a long sword. Perhaps that's where she had learned how to handle a sword. He looked to her as she spoke of how he had been trying to make man pure again. It was a fools errand if you asked him. If man were meant to be pure, hell would not exist now would it? He looked to her as she said she loved her father even though he tried to kill her. He looked up at the sound of the trumpets. Michael drew his daggers as she grabbed her back pack and looked to him. He followed her through the alleyway as a possessed human lunged towards him. Michael quickly sliced the man's head off and kicked the corpse away. The sound of Gabriel's wings could be heard above.
Thread: The Angel & The Nephiliam (Me & Mister Grimm)

Gabriel acted fast, poor Ara had no time to make a move. Gabriel grabbed her by her shoulder and sent her slamming into the ground where he ripped the back of her jacket and shirt open. He then forced her wings apart then slammed to daggers into each of her wings, Ara screamed out in pure agony as the blades sliced through her skin. She stared wide eyed up at the man, her arm reached down to her blade but Gabriel pinned it to her side. I don't think so child. he hissed at her before he grabbed his weapon and smiled down at her. Time to finally get rid of the mistake I made. he growled. Ara squirmed and then grabbed hold of her own dagger and sliced at the side of Gabriel's wing. That send the angel flying slightly to the side, she tried to pull herself to her feet but her wings were pinned to the ground. Suddenly a flash came out of now where and sent Gabriel flying. Ara couldn't pull the daggers out, they were stuck in the bones of her wings. She felt herself losing blood, her eyes were growing heavy. She grasped at her sword and brought it towards her back, if she couldn't get free she wold have to cut her own wings off. Her hand was trembling, she didn't want to cut them off, it would hurt like hell.
Thread: The Angel & The Nephiliam (Me & Mister Grimm)

Michael watched as blood poured from the headless corpse. He watched as another possessed human leaped onto his back. Michael bashed his head into the creatures face and did a quick 360, cutting the creature in half with his razor sharp wings. He kicked the corpse away from him. He stopped as he heard the sound of concrete breaking. He turned back to see Gabriel over Ara. Michael was ready to throw his dagger and tackle him when with one swift motion she sliced the side of Gabriel's wing. Michael moved swiftly to her and pulled the daggers out of her shoulders. The blade was a monster of a weapon. It dug deeper into her with time unless it was pulled out. Michael quickly put a wrapping around her so that she wouldn't bleed out. Michael picked her up and got moving, carrying her out of the danger zone. Michael did the occasional swipe, taking a possessed human's head off and making his way into a safer area. Michael slowly set her down gently. Easy, you won't lose your wings he said gently.
Thread: The Angel & The Nephiliam (Me & Mister Grimm)

Ara clung to Michael as he ran off with her out of harm's way, she slumped to her bottom as she felt dizzy from the loss of blood. Her wings hung at a strange angle and she closed her eyes. It really hurts, I have never seen a weapons like those before. she whispered as she pushed herself up then fell slightly into Michael. She clung to the older male her balance was off, she needed some where to rest. Ara followed slowly after him until they came to an abandoned warehouse where she staggered inside and slumped down, she pulled bedding from her bag and handed him some. Ara then slumped to the small bed she made and closed her eyes. She groaned in pain as she pulled her outer clothing off and showed Michael her wings. Is there anything you can do about the pain, anything you can do to help? Ara asked as she looked up and over her shoulder at him. She lay her head down again feeling as if she may throw up, had their been poison on those daggers?
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Stocking came into the room, Chuck behind her. She had a broom and dustpan in hand, humming to herself. The two haired woman began sweeping, jamming out to the music in her ears. She seemed to be dancing like a stripper, they ways her hips were rotating and how sensual her face looked. Chuck looked goofy as he tried to dance along, making the usual noises as he always did. Stocking didn't happen to even catch a glance of the fellow angel, too busy with her chores. She was dressed in a sweater, the black clothe hanging to just below her groin, a small heart in the bottom left hem. She had her usual striped stockings, the socks held up by a black Garterbelt. She had no shoes on, able to move across the floor easily. She finally finished the room, popping Chuck's mouth open like a trash can and depositing the dirt in his mouth. She finally turns and squeaks, catching sight of the angel. I'm sorry, sir. We're closed, she states, her soft, melodic voice filling the cathedral.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

I'm not a sir...and...I thought a church was never to close their doors on...someone of...faith... He said attempting not to cry, or rather keep himself from crying anymore, he was dressed unusually formally. A young boy with messy black hair, a large black fedora with a large brim sat atop his head. His bright yellow eyes were partially closed due to the utter exhaustion he was currently suffering and due to his crying earlier. What was strange was that he wore a strange tuxedo, strange because it didn't look like a tuxedo persay... It looked...wrong persay to be a tuxedo, and the color of it was a strange black, not entirely 'black' persay, it had this unusual look to it almost like the damn tux wasn't even made of fabric at all. The rest of his outfit was black, minus the shirt under the black tux. His face looked young, quite young, he had no imperfections of the skin, however he was still filthy, quite filthy. He breathed in deeply continuing to pray, Why?....Why was I... He began sobbing, he thought he would have been able to stop himself, but so fell his holy tears, streaming down his cheeks. He cupped his face, starting to sob more violently, he didn't understand why he was tortured to this extent... What did he do wrong?
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Stocking watches the male for a moment before walking over and sitting down beside him. She stared straight forward and set her hand between his shoulder blades, only to bring him against her side. She was awkward in these types of situations, but she rubbed the males back, humming softly to ease his sobs. Stockings cheeks were a bit flushed and she looked down at him. Do you like cake? I could go for a piece, she manages, as his subs softened a little. Through the roof, there was a skylight, flooding the room with natural sunlight as the rain had lifted. In the sunlight, her halo was aluminized above her head, wings as well, even if she wasn't transformed. She continued to lightly rub his back, kicking Chuck across the room as he tried to get close.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

N-no, I don't-....well yes I do...but I mustn't in-indulge myself.. He said sniffling, now being bathed in the sunlight, his wings shone, hazily, as if they were merely ghosts of his wings, or nonexistent, a broken halo hung over his head hazily, chipped in several places. I shouldn't indulge in earthly goods... He said in sorrow, by all means he didn't understand why he was....thrown away, pushed out, and abused worst of all... He turned ever so slightly blushed, looking at Stocking, she was quite beautiful. Many angels had incredible beauty, Stocking was no exception, still he couldn't help but notice her...assets, her rather large assets. He turned away, and resumed his rather gloomy behavior. His mind was stuck on the fact that, he was thrown out...and why? Why was he thrown out just for.... He heard a rooster crow in the distance, he didn't particularly like the sound of it... It was so shrill.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

No matter, she stands, hooking her arm around the male's waist. Stockings drags him along with her, as she headed for the kitchen. She would sit him in a chair, rummaging through the fridge for cake. She would bend over, the sweater she was wearing, rise above her rear, exposing her heartshaped backside. She stands back and up and turns, handing the male a slice of cheesecake. Cake always makes me happy, she says, her smile bright and honest. And it looks like you need some cheering up. She smiles, taking a bit of her own slice, happily groaning in delight at the delicious taste.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

He was surprised by Stocking's own...directness, or perhaps it was her own way of just trying to make people feel good. Either way, he supposed he could have some cake, since she was offering. He looked around the large kitchen, taking a moment to take in every small detail, which made it all the more embarrassing for him when he saw her exposed ass, well not entirely exposed, thankfully she was being the least bit modest in wearing some panties, striped ones at that, but he could see nearly every detail of her sex...Her ass filled out those panties so nicely. He shook his head once she turned around. What was wrong with him? He sighed taking a moment to look at the cake, he began eating ravenously after taking his first bite, he wasn't as big a sugar fan as Stocking... But when a cake tastes good.... Erm...thank you for your kindness...Miss.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

She smiles at him, tilting her head a bit. My name's Stocking. What's yours? she asks, her voice so soft and girly for her. Her hair fell over a shoulder as she leaned close, her vanilla scent sure to be filling his nostrils. She giggles lightly, continuing to shove her face full of cake, this one being amazing. She waits for his answer, her cyan eyes blinking at him.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Erm...my name is... Smoking, or at least it WAS until ... His mood resumed being gloomy, he whimpered slightly, starting to cry. He wasn't sobbing if not he was simply crying.. Smoking, the name of a certain tuxedo, or rather a sort of suit which may resemble a tuxedo... A garment used for weddings and funerals. ...I was kicked out of heaven He murmured, playing with the crumbs of his slice of cake.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

So was I, she shrugs, licking some icing off of her top lip. Her eyes looking over him, her lashes fluttering. She grins a bit, only to shove another bite of cake in her mouth. She looks over him slightly. Why're you upset? she asks. You get to expierence something you couldn't ever have if you were stuck in heaven! She shakes her head, confused.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

But I didn't do anything wrong , of course I'm...lightly interested in being somewhere so new...but...I don't know why I was kicked out...no one told me why...It's as if, I was just someone who was the least valuable to them so they...cut me off.. He said sighing sadly into his black sleeves. Heaven was my home, and I enjoyed being there...and to just get kicked out in such a heartless manner... He said tearing up once more. ...It's just heartbreaking really... His eyes still held the innocence of heaven, the purity of that long forgotten kingdom... He paused hearing moaning coming from upstairs more than likely Stocking's sister having her usual round of morning fun. He had never heard the sounds of sex so to speak, hearing it was quite alien to him. Er...what's that sound?
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

The big man has his ways. You're in a new place, your new home, she watches him begin to cry again and she pities him. So it's not best to sit here and cry about what you lost, but be curious at what you were given. That was probably the most Stocking's ever talked, her cheeks turning pink. She looks away, nervously scratching the back of her head. Besides, Earth isn't that bad. There's lost of fun stuff to do.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

He sighed listening to Stockings words, despite him not truly agreeing with what Stocking agreed with. He didn't at all believe that he was sent down for a reason. Even so he decided to be polite, despite his difference in views. ... Yes I suppose you may be right miss Stocking. He said with a sigh. He kept hearing those moans coming from up stairs, what in the name of god was going on up there
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

She dismisses the sounds from upstairs, nervously laughing. Just ignore those, she stutters on, her cheeks beginning to turn a lovely shade of pink. It's just something humans do. She stammers on, turning to get another piece of cake. She was going to kill Panty later.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Oh? He said getting up, progressing out of the kitchen to investigate... He was now stuck in the humans world, so he may as well try to deal with it. Besides, that he was curious as to what kind of activity would actually NEED people making so much noise. He was of course blissfully unaware of what was going on upstairs, he'd heard of intercourse in the past. He knew what it was, he just never heard nor have seen it actually carried out. He was an angel by education and by heart, even though his mind apparently left much to be desired. He took off his fedora, setting it down on next to the altar where a priest would usually be found reading from the bible to the masses that would have arrived to hear Gods word. His face was fully revealed, though he did at first have the appearance of someone around Stocking's age and spoke with a sort of subtle tone of maturity, he was actually YOUNGER than her, well angels by all means didn't age as humans did, however it was easy to tell that he was an unseasoned angel. Large alert amber eyes, seeming to have a nearly purely innocent gleam to them, his raven locks now hung lazily down to his shoulders, being slightly both curly and straightened, seeming to be somehow perfectly combed despite it being filthy a second ago. He had a fairly feminine face, not to say that there wasn't anything that denoted or revealed his gender as a man, but his face was some how flawless, perfectly round, supple cheeks, his lips, if it weren't for the stains of filth and grime on his face, he would have been quite an adorable sight to behold...but the filth was also a sign that he...he was an urchin now, with no place to stay or go. Smoking however was still progressing upstairs, rather slowly, walking with a slight limp, more than likely due to his still lingering exhaust that even now plagued him.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

No no no! Stocking ran up after him, ducking under his arms and holding her hands straight forward, blocking his path. Something humans do privately . She didn't think the fallen angel would think of even watching two beings commit an act. 'Men' she supposed. She starts directly him back downstairs, turning his small frame around and down the stairs. Her body seemed to easily manipulate his around, her cyan eyes watching him closely. She straightens her sweater a bit, the clothe hugging her supple curves. She blushes a bit, her hair falling over a shoulder. Two people, alone. Together. No one intruding, she manages through he heavy blush and murmurings to herself. Understand?
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Smoking was confused by how Stocking was acting, considering he had never heard of the sounds of fornication, or was even told of the details of what sex was exactly, as far as his knowledge went, it was just when a man and woman produce a child. ...Are they...talking alone or something like that? He said tilting his head slightly. It was then when it became apparent that he honestly didn't understand what sex was.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Stockings blinks slightly, directing him to the couch and sitting him down. She sits beside him, pinching the bridge of her nose. They're having sex, she mutters. Sensual sex. In no need to produce child but just for pleasure. Her cheeks were a dark red from embarrassment of having to explain what her sister was doing.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

His face soon turned red, and reddened further with the realization that he was actually going to go in and see it. O-Oh, I see.... He said scooting away from her slightly, he didn't understand why but he felt...uncomfortable around her, she was so nice but...something about her sent chills down his spine.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

She turns and looks at him, afraid that she scared him. She whimpers a bit and pulls her knees up to her chest, her sex in view, clothed in panties, if you looked at her straight on. She rests her arms on her knees and buries her face in them. She felt shunned by the fallen, the sun coming in through the window once again aluminating her halo and droopy wings.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

M-Miss Stocking, d-don't be sad... I'm just...er...well I'm simply unaware of the concept of...intercourse me being a young angel...no one had bothered to tell me what occurs in it before, so I was curious... He said patting her back attempting to console her. The young angel then wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly, to try to ease her.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Stocking would flinch at the contact, her cheeks flushing instantly. His body felt oddly comfortable to her own, his form molding against her side. She leans her head up a bit, her bangs falling over her face. She bites her lip, her eyes hidden with hair. She didn't seem to reply, the dirty thoughts of already having intercourse with this male flooding her head.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

Smoking smiled slightly as he hugged her, he by all means liked Stocking, nothing solidly romantic, but he liked her. He slowly broke the hug, looking at her tenderly, You shouldn't be sad, Miss Stocking, it's alright. He said nuzzling into her neck, musing slightly as he did. ... He cpntinued doing so until he saw someone, a man by the looks of it rush down stairs barely dressed swearing under his breath about him being apparently late for work. He assumed that this woman upstairs had...had her fill.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

She kept quiet but blushed more as she felt him nuzzling her neck. Surely he smelled her vanilla sweetness, surely he felt how soft her skin was, surely..he would something. Stocking watched the man leave boredly, standing because she didn't want to talk to her sister. She takes the opposite flight of stairs, the ones that led to a bridge, where Stocking's private quarters were. She was too annoyed by her sister that she didn't even think of Smoking, trudging away. She held the door open for him though, Chuck zooming past as she waited.
Thread: Fallen Without A Cause (Dementia x Spirits)

She walked in after him, her room being that of a gothic princess. She flops across her bed and points to the spare bed on the opposite side of the room. There's your bed, she mutters. You don't want to sleep on anything else because I bet you, Panty has done something on it. She's never been in my room though. She muses, sitting up. She stretches out her porcelain skinned legs, running a hand through her hair. She looks over at him and stands up, moving to her closet. What color sheets and stuff? I have black, light grey, and purple, she turns to look at him.
Thread: The Journey (EvaRose & Rage)

The Imperial City. It was exactly how he remembered it. It was huge, it was grand, and it felt like everything revolved around it. The walls were huge and white, spanning miles and miles. The streets and roads were made from white stone, and every house and every structure glimmered brightly in the midday sun. Every district, like the market district and the housing district, were marked by massive flags that cut high into the sky. The people crowded the streets and alleys, making the city glow even more with their radiant smiles and cheerful laughs. It was exactly how he remembered it, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Sir Haine smiled, passing through the gatehouse upon his trusty, white stallion. He wore his signature golden armor that shimmered with strange glowing white runes etched into its surface. Anybody from the Imperial City would recognize it- it was the unique armored bestowed upon the few knights that the king believed had the highest honor. He wore a red cape that hung down from his pauldrons, a hefty sword at his hip. At a glance, he was a surprise to see. He wasn't old or middle-aged by any means, but his hair was a gallant silver. His eyes were an icy blue, and three single scars ran down his left eye. Other than that, his face looked gentle, his smile genuine. With his golden gauntlets grabbing hold of the reins, his horse trotted forth into the heart of the city, towards the tall castle that looked as if it pierced the heavens themselves. On his way to the castle, he received numerous greetings and smiles which he happily returned. As much as he enjoyed the rush of battle, he did love peace every once in a while. He had been too long since he had been back in civilization, and he was going to make the best of it. Even if he was called here by strict orders from the king, there were a few others things he would have to take care of as well. It took quite a few minutes of riding before he finally came to the castle gates. The guards acknowledged him and quickly opened the massive metal structure, greeting him with open arms. Haine smiled and slipped off of his horse when one of the troops offered to take his steed to the stable. Thanks, Haine nodded, I'm here on business of the king. Where can I find him? He asked, his voice a strange combination of roughness and friendliness. He's waiting inside. One of the troops answered, I heard that there were others coming, and he requested that you wait in the main hall. Right. Haine nodded, I'll be on my way. The troops all saluted with every step he took to the giant castle doors. With barely any effort he shoved them open, revealing the intricate designs and beautiful architecture that waited within. Haine made his way inside, waving to blushing maids and respectful soldiers. The main hall was a long room with massive columns beaming up to the ceiling on the left and right. And at the very end sat the throne, which was currently empty. I have to wait, huh? Haine shrugged, crossing his arms and resting his back against the column. Who else did the king send for?