Thread: Divine Intervention ((ForeverM and Lady))

The primitive table, and chair, was the only furniture, to grace the large empty room. On the chair, sat a tall, muscular feature, ruthlessly leaning back the poor chair, inches from breaking, back on it's leg's. The figure sat with his hands folded on his stomach. The long brown coat he was wearing, was unbuttoned on it's front, giving clear view, of his grey skin, and it's rotting features. His face, as well uncovered, wore mate white eyes, with no life left in them, staring down at his leg's, wearing black jeans with several rips, and his feet, bare. His right hand index finger, gently tapped against his left hand's knuckles, in his state of boredom. In a corner of the room, a massive heap of meat, lay curled together, breathing heavily as it slept. Several snore's burst from it, breaking the deep silence in the room. One of the, rather pointy, ear's, made a twitch backwards, as the sitting figure suddenly turned his head, looking backwards towards a window. A second after this, a loud noise, resembling an explossion, send a sound wave through the air, soon breaking the window, several feet behind the silent character. The splinter's flew into the room, but the character remained seated. A grunt from the heap of meat, was all the reaction from it, before the door, leading into the room, was suddenly almost kicked open. Did you feel that, Vlad? Asked the first to enter the room. The first to enter, was as far from the rotting beast Vlad was, as it could possibly get. No flaws in his features. No degeneration. Just smooth grey skin, on an athletic body. Did he feel it?! Of course he fucking felt it, the window was broken! What the hell was that!? Grunted the next, an abomination, much like Vladimir. The first to enter, rolled his eyes and sighed, but Vladimir nodded a single time, as he turned around in the chair, setting his feet on the ground, before raising a pointed finger at the malformed creature. No Blasphemy... Was Lord Lucifer here, you'd be Smitten. I felt it. Unnatural. Even more so, then usual. Barabas, go check out what happened. If you deem it interesting.. Bring the source here. Barabas nodded a single time, before turning around, to leave the room. Vladimir drove a small grin on his lips, before turning his attention to the heap of meat, now grunting in it's sleep. Wake up, Plague! Your a worthless Guard dog... How did that! Not even wake you up!? Growled Vladimir, provoking a large head to turn it's gaze, and look towards Vladimir. Barabas made his way, through the crowd's, now wearing a long black robe, with a hood over his head. His eyes narrowed, as he felt magic, poke against his own. He prevailed in keeping, which ever seer was trying to look through his shroud, keeping the Angel's at bay, and unable to track Vladimir's exact location, and catch them unprepared. And as he made it far enough, to cast a glimpse upon the newly arrived, he already knew the seer. The woman, referred to as Toll. Hid dark red eyes, stared towards the headband of the Seer, attempting to weave his dark mind, into her's. This would, not only allow him to speak within it, but to induce the affected seer, with great pain, if he wished to. This would be extreemly simple, upon any simple earthling, but with this Seer, he was unsure. He did, however, not wish to harm this Seer. That would be a horrible first impression. The mind.. Is a dangerous thing.. To follow.. Here. It is so... Easily derailed. He attempted to whisper in her mind. If he was cappable of invading her mind, or not, she would feel the dark energy, poking at her mind. And if she gave any suggestions, that she found out who did this, a mere grin, would spread on Barabas' face, in reaction. Oh gee... At least the destruction of my windows, brought some pretty asses with e'm, ay guys? A lesser Demon spoke, provoking a hacking chuckle, from the crowd behind him, as he took a few steps towards Ex'Terra, with a widened grin, and cocky laugh. And it certainly is beautiful... Who's going to pay for my windows? He asked, as he took the steps closer, to now stand in reach of Ex'Terra. He reached out a hand, letting the back of two fingers, stroke down her arm, was he not interrupted. Mh.. And how? He asked, spreading his wide grin again. Barabas could only sigh in his mind, and roll his eyes a single time, at this perverted view, of the planet's manors.