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Post by ashweelove on Dec 19, 2010 19:20:10 GMT -6
causing problems makes you famous [/size]  allthis VIOLENCE makesastatement[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Before Gabriel landed he could already smell the stench of demons in the air. He had no idea when Michael had arrived but he could smell the archangels scent, it wasn’t too hard to miss since this one stood out more. Gabriel stood slowly, looking around his eyes searching. Down here his purpose would be to defend and protect the humans. He would have to work with the Soldiers, thinking of it already pained him. The Soldiers would be difficult to work with since they distrust angels just as much as they distrust demons.
Conveniently the archangel landed near a few abandoned houses that otherwise looked unharmed. Te neighborhood looked sad and gloomy. Trusting his instincts, Gabriel walked into one of the desolate houses. It looked as if the people were in a hurry to leave. Gabriel looked around the house, he bent down to pick up a broken picture frame off the floor. The glass was broken, other than that the picture was safe. They looked happy, unharmed, unbothered. Gabriel put down the frame, sighing. None of this was fair, but he already knew nothing was fair to begin with, nothing about this war was fair. Gabriel made his way upstairs, peering into one of the rooms he spotted a dresser. Quickly he made his way towards it, with his luck he found clothes that fit him just right.
Gabriel jumped into the pair of jeans, zipping them up they seemed a bit loose. He searched the closet, finally he found a belt and proceeded to weave it through the belt loops. Once he was done, carefully he pulled the shirt over his head, his wings folded in to allow him to put the shirt on easier. As Gabriel made his way downstairs, he spotted a pair of leather boots. So far things were going great.
The angel made his way down the street. Being the angel of strategy, he gathered all the information he could before hand. He hated going into a battle unprepared. As he walked out of the neighborhood and into the main streets, he could sense a demon close by. Instantly his muscles tensed, his sword slightly unsheathed, little flames could be seen. He was ready for a fight.
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Post by dion on Dec 19, 2010 21:40:37 GMT -6
  This world was starting to begin to feel like the home that Dion had known for over thousands of years. It was even starting to look somewhat like it as well, in that comepletely different from what he actually meant, but got the general idea of it way. There was only one world, besides the word for it of course, in this limited human language that could describe Hell. Chaos. Every downstairs was fire and suffering, panic and fear and hate. Lots of hate. But the only thing that you could actually use to describe Hell itself was Chaos. And that's what this world was starting to look like. It was still too cold for Dion's liking, but there was enough fear to create paniac and panic in turn created the choas that Dion was in love with. He himself, was a agent of Chaos, someone who could easily make spook the masses to doing what he wanted to them to do.
Lazily gliding through the air, Dion didn't need to get close to the ground to see the mess that the panicked humans had made of their home. Trash filled the streets and abandoned cars were overturned or had been left to burn in heaps of metal, the blackened reamins the only way to tell that it had been a car. In other spots, every single usable part of the car had been salvaged by the humans that were still running from the demons. Dion sighed at that. Why scare the humans when you could simply make them do what you want with suggestions? Even though he loved chaos and destruction, he didn't see the point of it at this time. Oh well.
Closing his utterly black eyes for a moment, he listened around him, trying to hear any sounds of the remaining people out there. What was that? Not a sound, but a .... smell. Landing on top of a building, Dion let his wings disappear into his skin, and took a deep breath. A icy, almost prickly sweet, scent filled his nostrils and Dion smirked to himself. A angel. And not just any angel at that. But judging by the intensitiy of the smell a Archangel. Dion had been around just as long as any of the Valdius and he was experianced enough to know the difference between a regular angels and the Archangels.
Walking to the edge of the building, Dion lifted up his foot, the red of the dress shoe shining in the sun, and placed it on the edge and leaned over, his hands in his pockets. Besides his smell, the only thing marking him as a demon at the moment were the completely black eyes as his wings had drawn back into his skin. He knew that this Archangel had already smelled him, judging by the way air. Dion was cautious, not stupid. While the archangel went into the house, Dion calmly swung over the edge and used his wings to slow his fall until the heels of his shoes clicked down onto the pavenment, which at that point, his wings disappeared again. Slowly backing up into the alleyway, Dion patentily waited, leaning against the side of the building for the archangel to walk by. When he did, Dion calmly pulled out a pack of cigerettes and opened it. "Nice day, don't you think?" Lifting one of the cancer sticks to his lips, he raised a lighter and lite it. Then he turned to face the archangel, one hand in his pocket, the perfect picture of relaxation. "We must be doing some kind of damage if the Man's got his big guns out. Wouldn't ya say?" A strange accent drew his words oddly. No one in this time would recognize the accent as old scottish, a sovienur from the last time Dion had been on Earth. "So which one are you?" He wanted to know this archangels name. Lilith would want to know which of her 'brothers' she was going to have to kill.
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Post by ashweelove on Dec 24, 2010 2:15:05 GMT -6
causing problems makes you famous [/size] allthis VIOLENCE makesastatement[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gabriel was expecting it, he didn't even flinch as the demon approached. "Nice day, don't you think?" Gabriel watched the demon light a cigarette before turning towards him. "Nice, for you maybe." He sheathed his sword again. This demon was content with talk at the moment. Gabriel wasn't the one to loose his temper so easily, but, this demon was just getting on his nerves at the moment. He just had that look about him, he didn't like that feeling. For some reason, Gabriel had this feeling that this demon was connected to something, to someone. Gabriel had sat back long enough, watching as the demons wreaked havoc on Earth. "I would think so." He said through his teeth. Obviously this demon was enjoying chaos on Earth, more so than the others. He didn't show any signs of fear, no cowering, no pleading, no trembling, not even a stutter. Gabriel didn't mind the challenge, but it sort of bothered him that this demon was so...nonchalant.
"What makes you think I would so freely give you my name?" Slight irritation in his voice. It was either this demon would attack or waste his time making small talk. Or just maybe had a very big death wish. Gabriel wasn't just going to go around slicing demons in half every time he saw one, no, it wasn't even a strategy. "What, no fight?" Gabriel smirked at the demon. He wasn't going to play games with this demon. He had to find Michael and the sooner he did so, the sooner this war would be over.
Everything looked so barren, desolate. It didn't help the the down was at the very edge of a desert and was up in smoke. There was a cold front, with air being bitterly still. No noise, no people, nothing except for demons that were making Earth look more and more like the Hell they love so much.
Gabriel loved the humans just as much as his brother Michale did, but Gabriel had this one desire. The wanting inside of him grew each and every day and it terrified him that he was becoming just like these demons. Somethings just tore at his insides with guilt, and this was one of them. Being an archangel, he wasn't all that perfect, he'd admit that. No one was perfect and that's the way the Almighty made them, just some beings had too much of a willpower.
Gabriel never liked the scent of the demons, it burned in his nose every time he inhaled. He ignored the spicy, burning scent of the demon as he glared into its pitch black eyes. His mind wandered to Lilith. He remembered a time when Michael and her had been close. In the end, Lilith chose Lucifer over Michael. Talk about betrayal much. "Well?" Gabriel asked impatiently. "Please don't tell me you happened to run into me or something like that?"
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