Thread: A Key To Victory (Dies/Devxx)

The black cloud moved across the night sky, twisting and turning as if caught up in some freak wind that carried it over the city. Finally it seeped into the chimney of the red house on the corner with the white picket fence and the carefully manicured lawn. The cloud filtered into the rooms before coming to the only one with the light still on. Inside was what looked like a shrine for every teenage girl's fantasy. Pictures of androgynous men with tight pants decorated the hot pink walls while glittery objects were literally strewn across the floor. Piles and piles of clothes filled the closet and in the middle of all this chaos was a lone figure sitting in bed and doing her nails. Well, at least that's what she was doing until the cloud seeped in through her mouth and her head was thrown back as she lost control of her body. Blinking slowly it took a few seconds for the clouded white eyes to return to their normal ice blue as the girl looked around like she had never seen her room before. Getting up on unsteady legs she walked over to the dresser mirror and looked at it as if she was seeing herself for the first time. Pink tipped hands ran through the chocolate brown hair as dark blue eyes stared back at her. Looking at her was the face of a human, one that was still developing by the looks of it. The girl was probably 16 and her body was in that awkward stage between adolescence and adulthood where the baby fat was melting away and the curves were really starting to take shape. Twirling a little she watched as the pale pink dress she was wearing fluttered in the wind as the room spun around her. The neck of the dress was cut way too low and it ended too high above the knee to be considered appropriate. Probably an ill attempt to look more mature as the makeup on her face would suggest. All in all the girl looked youthful, pretty and above all innocent. Well this was just fucking peachy. Kiyara let out a small growl as she looked at her reflection with distaste. Of all the hosts she could have chosen she picked the one that looked like it belonged to what humans always depicted cherubs as. Still, it wasn't like she could do anything now and she had bigger problems on her mind. Looking around the room she grabbed the backpack, pink of course, and tossed in whatever useful things she could find. Another growl escaped her as she tried brushing off the bangs that kept falling in her eyes it would definitely be time for a haircut once they got their base of operations together. As she moved around the room, small shadows seemed to appear here and there as if coming out of thing air. In truth they were bugs moving around the floor, Locusts to be exact. As she finished stuffing the last shirt in the backpack they had all but covered the carpet and were slowly making their way towards the door. A wicked grin crossed her face as she silently made her way down the stairs and out of the house. Hopefully her little surprise wouldn't go unappreciated when the other humans woke up. Blue eyes scanned the street as they fell on the figure standing at the corner. She smirked as she looked over the body he had chosen as his host. Kiyara stifled a small giggle as she reached out and pulled on one of the buckles wondering just what its purpose was. I left them a lovely swarm of locusts. What can I say, I have a penchant for the classics. The sweet looking face seemed to shift as the mischievous grin spread over the foreign features. To her side she could see bright red against the dark sky as what had once been a house was now a flaming beacon in the night. Closing her eyes slightly she sensed an energy in the air, something decidedly heavenly. How do you feel about crashing a party? She asked Cesario as she tasted the angel's energy in the air. It was a special gift of her's that few possessed the ability to sense angels and even arch-angels. The sneaky bastards had a habit of masking themselves but she could always locate them one way or another. If the angel was there then the human couldn't be too far off and maybe they'd get their job done all the quicker. ------------------ The young boy fussed with his tie as he moved it to the left to actually try and get it centered on his dress shirt. Aiden wouldn't admit it but he had spent the better part of the day getting ready for this night. He'd picked up the tuxedo from the dry cleaners, taken an shower and even spent a good hour trying to gel his red hair in a way that didn't look as if he had just gotten out of bed. Green eyes shifted from left to right as he tried to figure out just where he had put his shoes in the mess he called his room. Dammit all, he was going to be late and Viola would probably kill him if he made her wait there by herself for too long. The girl was always concerned about where he was and the two had been pretty much inseparable for a very long time. Looking in the mirror he had to admit that the tux actually looked pretty decent on him. Usually he tended to look a little on the lanky side with his 6'2 frame but the tux filled him out in a way that made him look less like an awkward teenager and more like the man he was hoping to be. Having finally found his shoe he checked his watch and ran out the door as soon as he could. A thankful thought crossed in his head that both his parents were at work or else he'd have to spend the next hour posing for pictures and having to hear about just how grown up he looked. The prom was just what he needed after the trip to the doctor's office he had yesterday. They had increased his medication and wanted to send him in for observations next year since the voices were still persisting. The doctors were convinced it was schizophrenia but all the pills they prescribed him still weren't working. The voices still kept him up at night talking about wars and battles. They spoke of secrets of some far away land and made remarks of the oncoming enemy who would bring darkness in the world. The dark circles under his eyes were testament to the many nights he had spent tossing and turning with no hope of sleep in sight. The only time the voices seemed to calm down was when he was with Viola. Somehow the girl had almost a peaceful presence around her that helped put a little sanity back in his life. His watch read 755 which meant he'd make it to school being only 10 minutes late. This was supposed to be their biggest night of the year and he planned on enjoying it thoroughly. Even if that did mean having to wear the black tux and red tie his mother had picked out for him. Even with all the festivities going about the sky seemed strange for some reason. It was only 8 o'clock but it seemed so much later then that. It was like dark storm clouds had rolled in from the south but it didn't look like it was going to rain at all. He shrugged his shoulders and kept walking until he could see the lights coming from the school. Pulling his jacket a little tighter he started crossing the last few blocks to what was probably going to be the biggest night in his 17 year old life.