Thread: Demon at the Gates (BlisteredBlood and Notte)

It was a midwinter afternoon when Dead was overlooking the church grounds from high above the skies, aiming eyes that had an interested look to them. What was his purpose that he decided to hang there, one would wonder? Shouldn't he be down in the Seventh Layer of Hell, torturing some hapless damned souls for the sins they had commited? Another would disagree, stating that this particular demon was there high above the church for another reason. Apparently, this demon hadn't found the same thrills he was used to feeling with just humans anymore. He wanted to go after some of the really big game something that was just ripe for the picking. Something... Truly pure that was just begging to be easily corrupted. Some said that this couldn't be accomplished that demons are better off within their world while angels belonged in their world. That there would be no way whatsoever that a demon of any rank or file would be slaughtered on site without so much as a second thought. There was just one thing that no one had ever counted on, however. This one particular demon was perhaps one of more capable of the task To take one of Heaven's most pure of angels and turn her against her beliefs. After having campaigned against the angels in previous memory, Dead had come to know how these angels worked, so he believed it shouldn't be too much a problem. If there was simple quality that Dead had, there wouldn't be enough time in the world to run the miles long list of all the things that he had. But if one were to narrow them all down to just the basics, it would look something like this. For one, Dead was a tall beast Standing taller than seven feet tall and had an extremely burly frame of about 600 pounds, rippling over with ash gray colored but massive muscle that he had spent a majority of his life training it into a well-oiled machine, adorned mostly in leather, mostly for the heavy boots on his feet and on his hands in the form of fingerless gloves and long lengths of strong chains. Secondly, Dead had an intimidating set of solid black eyes that showcased a set of silvery rings that could be considered irises if one were to study this creature closely. Third, a long mane of black fell down to his shoulders, barely grazing the upper back of this monster of a high-ranking demon, doing absolutely nothing to hide the impressively long horns that stuck out of the sides of his head and swept upwards, giving them the appearance of a bull up on earth. Fourth, the elder demon of 15 centuries of age had markings on him that clearly noted his warrior like status amongst the simpler of the species Of them were skeletized dragons snarling towards the chest region emblazoned on his strong arms and warrior-like markings on his face, both of which appeared to have the color of what could be considered fresh blood. To top it all off, this demon had a massive wingspan that stretched to about several feet wide, almost as wide as he was as tall, if one were to think about it. For now, Dead just hung there in the sky, looking down at the church gardens below, waiting and watching to make his next move like a waiting predator.