Thread: Furious Devils and Sarcastic Angels (SeythexMintie)

Waiting for anything was always just so boring for the dear woman, hands holding either side of her face, a pout toyed with her lips as she laid aimlessly, her human absolutely losing her mind down below. Don't you think we should do something ? The words were called from the ground, the winged creature let her feet twirl about as she lay on her stomach, looking evidently un phased about the events of a male walking into a death trap. Personally, angels weren't sent to Earth to care about humans and or give a damn about their deposition. She wasn't even this male's angel so there was no need for her to make any difficult effort to help him in any manner. She was fighting the war just like the rest of the angels were, even if she was a Seraph and not particularly the regular type of angel. You see, being that she was a Seraph, she was the highest form of angel, right up there next to God as depicted often as the six winged angels surrounding God in pictures and such. Nope. Much to the dismay of her priestess human, the Seraph grinned broadly, deciding she would let the human have his fun. He wasn't hers to look over, as stated before, although her human had stated clearly that she had prophecy thoughts about him and she truly didn't like the predicament he had put himself in. They both saw it, of course, but the Seraph was a tease and she herself enjoyed a bit of fun. Maybe that was why her human often grew frustrated with her. NOW ISLANI. Pouting softly, the angel who was truthfully eight winged found herself standing on her cloud with bare feet, sharp eyes flickering with a bit of joy even as her pout expression left her full lips downward. It was alright however the angel hitting the ground solidly, the small cloud had evaporated and the crunchy grass was at her feet, leaving a soft indention on the ground, the fiery haired angel let her hands fall to her hips before walking in a waltz fashion toward the outer land in front of them. It was a holy space, so holy that in fact the female would be delighted as to what would come with her, the priestess walked aimlessly close behind, being that she was only a priestess in a bit of training and her Angel had been sent because she was a devout member of a Catholic church. A follower of the Light which had instantly made her a recruit for Heaven's army, however, the darkness could be felt between the both of them, looking to the priestess, the Seraph who had been called Islani looked to her dear human. Let's be happy, yes? Try to be happy Nadia. The Angel had the accent of a Russian, something given to her when her Lord had dropped her into the war along with several other high powered Angels, she was recruiting humans and this chapel was not full of devout spirits. Only one of the pair winced when the explosives, evidently it was the human of the two, her wings twittering broadly on such a pretty day, the flames engulfed her background as she wrapped her arms around her friend, Up you go! Because watching from above to see the scene would only be so much fun, the Seraph blew softly into the air and set her human safely among it's cotton folds, her arms folded softly to catch the human male running, she frowned softly at him for trying to do something like that by himself. Idiot. Temper temper Kaji, your friends in there will be fine. Used to burning, yes. Straight length of bangs over her eyes, the red color seemed to become lit with the sun while the rest wrapped around her pretty face and the length dropping to her mid back. Wrapped in the white fabric that seemed pure no matter how much dust and dirt began to fly thanks to the breezes coming about and moving the clouds slowly, the Seraph who had been made of the heart of Sarah, Abraham's wife, the angel set her hands on her hips. Unfolding her large Bible, the female who set comfortably and hopefully safely in the clouds began to pray to the one above, not because the angel beneath her needed to, but because it was something she was used to in most of these situations. The priestess wasn't a fighter unless she needed to be, and currently, this was not one of those cases. listu