cmon, lets make some noise (lilith)

[dion]

This world was nothing like it could be. He hated everything that this world symbolized and everything that it stood for. Everyone in this world saw it as a wonderful, peaceful with everything just as it should be, whereas in truth it was a place were people how could eat 7 lbs of food were worshipped as heros and millions of dollars were spent on machines to throw pumpkins of all things. This world could do much good and so much evil. It was like a child that would never reach it's full potenial, a child that would rather spend their life flipping burgers than writing papers that would win a Nobel prize. Everything about it just made him want to vomit. It was too bright and too.... cold. Nothing that a little fire and suffering couldn't fix.

Which was why he was in this god forsaken hellhole in the first place. For some reason, someone downstairs thought that it was a good idea to take over the topside. Of course if it meant more death and more souls and people for Dion to torture, he was completely fine with that. Of course if the Valdius were able to take over the humans and all that junk, then Dion would be as happy as a pig in mud. But, if they succeded then all the little humans in this world were going to die and go to hell. That was fine with Dion. All the little humans were soon turn to Demons and then everything would be his! Actually, everything would be the Valdius's. Dion would just become the demon paperboy for good this time. And that he couldn't live with.

And so he was here, stuck up topside until all the archangels, humans and whatever else there was out there, were gone. Dion yawned and placed the book that he was reading on the table beside his chair and rubbed his eyes and sighed. Sitting in the lounge of the hotel that the demons used for their headquarters, he sat, sinking into the high backed chair. He was the only one in the room, for a change and so he took advantage of that fact. Even if was just by reading. Everyone was in such a rush to take over the world that the forgot about the little things. And somedays books were much more entertaining than real life, even for a demon. With his eyes closed he rubbed his forehead between two fingers. Listening to the silence, he picked up the sounds of a pair of womans shoes cutting through the dark light part of his room. A small smirk split his lips and he spoke out when the sound of footsteps stopped. "Care to join me?

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TAGGED:: LILITH
WORDS:: A FEW
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[lilith]

Such a sluggish, monotonous day it was. To think, the war of the worlds was actually going on outside and all around. To Lilith, it just seemed like a lazy day to her. Hell’s head base, this once been hotel, was a bit empty from other demons. Demons, they can do the dirty work of the Validus every once in a while. Lilith had silenced her quota of massacred humans for the week, perhaps she’d enjoy a bit of fun. Whatever that was; Lilith normally didn’t have the pleasure to enjoy herself. Well, sometimes she did make it a priority when her basic instincts gnawed at her desires. Then she’d have some fun. Ever since the extermination of humanity, she did only have the company of demons and the other Validus, but she did miss those days teasing those human boys. A devious grin parted the carefully glossed lips of Lilith as they displayed her white teeth from behind.

Currently, the Validus strode down the hall of the third level; her blue high heel shoes’ clicks were muffled by the carpet that covered the hallway. She’d had taken refuge here last night to just calm herself down in peace. It was only a matter of days since she clashed swords with Azrael, who was eager to end her as usual. That Archangel possessed anger in him, anger that Lilith wanted to twist into something pure malevolent. Then of course Lilith did run into someone she would have not expected, someone that is going to be her little secret that’s wrapped around her finger. Turning down the hallway, Lilith ended at the operational elevator. Now she had to give the human’s credit for creating a contraption such as an elevator. Of course, it was their own lazy desire to create something that meant less work for them to climb several flights of stairs. Lilith agreed with that logic; she had no interest walking up or down stairs with the shoes she normally wore.

As Lilith reached for the button, the piled blue and white metal bracelets clinked with each other as they slid freely up and down her wrist. Immediately, the elevator door opened and Lilith stepped inside. Once inside, Lilith pushed the button to the first level where the lounge was located. Her arms folded across her chest as she stood in a relaxed position with most of her weight on her left slightly back leg. Turning her head to the side of the elevator’s wall, Lilith saw a reflection of herself. Quickly she tucked a lock of dark brown in place from its rogue position just in time the elevator ‘dinged’, as it stopped for Lilith’s destination. The elevator doors slid open as Lilith walked out. Still not many demons were here, except for one. Smiling as she caught the familiar scent of the demon in one of the reclining chairs, Lilith began to walk in his direction.

As Lilith walked closer, she stopped behind the comfortable chair, leaning on its back, resting her head on her arms. ”Care to join me?”

[/color] the all familiar voice said as Lilith lifted up her head. Straightening herself up from her leaned posture, the Validus walked to the side of the chair where the demon sat. ”If only you’d miss me if I didn’t.”[/color] Lilith teased as she reached out her hand to rustle Dion’s curly hair in a matter of endearment but yet to bother him at the same time as she made her way to a similar chair next to Dion’s current position.

TAG: dion
WORDS:[/color] -shrugs-
MUSE:[/color] none
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] yay for demons! ^^
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]
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[dion]

When Dion had first heard that the demons were going to make their advance on the human world, he had been slightly hesitate. Of course if you were just a lackey, you weren't allowed to show your reluctance with ever the idea was that came from the higher ups, so he dove straight into the fray, helping with his fair share of the killing and slashing with the rest of them. In Hell, hesitation meant death or worse, and not that Dion wasn't a fan of the worse part, he just didn't want the ‘and worse’ to happen to him. No, Dion preferred to dish the and worse out. That was another thing that was wrong with this world. Humans were so... limited, in body and mind. Down in the pit, Dion would be able to do things to a body that was no where near possible in this human world. The imagination of these creatures couldn’t even come close to thinking of things that he could do. Dion just wanted to get this invasion over with as soon as possible. Well, not as soon as possible, because even though he had been at it for centuries already, he needed time to work his schemes if he wanted to get rid of the Valdius.

Leaning into the back of the chair, the buttons that were used for decoration digging into his back, the old demon sighed. Blinking, Dion realised that thought was true. He was old! Well not as old as the Valdius of course, but he had been around the block for quite some time. No matter what he did, he could not summon up a single memory of his past life. There were often times in the Abyss where he had paused and wondered what crimes he had committed to be turned into one of the first true demons. But wondering what was, he thought as he laid his long arms across the arm rests, his fingers barely brushing his knees, was for those who had no thoughts for the future. And Dion of course, had plenty of those kinds of thoughts.

With the only light in the lounge coming from the fireplace, his brown eyes seemed to have no colour and instead reflected the fire perfectly, making it seem as though tiny fires burned in his skull. His black hair, which was slicked back across his head, seemed to fade into the dark leather of the chair. For that matter, the black suit that Dion was wearing seemed to make him seem as though he was cloaked in shadows themselves. Listening to the silence around him, his fingers started to click against the arm rest, his gaze never leaving the fire. Was it possible that he the whole hotel to himself tonight? But sadly the sounds of high heeled boots echoed through the hall to his ears and he sighed out. Apparently not. Dion knew who it was before they even came into the room. Lilith would be the only one to wear such shoes, so arrogant to assume that even his the highest of heels, her prey would be able to escape her. That last part was true, but Dion had never seen the point in wearing those types of shoes. Perky calve muscle held no interest for him. As he called out to her and she answered with the expected ”If only you’d miss me if I didn’t.” Dion laughed once to himself. Over the centuries they had spent together, he was completely comfortable in her presences, well if one could be comfortable around LIlith. Even the tousling of his hair was well known to them. Watching her sit down, Dion held up the book that he had been reading to show her. He had only gotten through the first couple of pages before nearly vomiting. "Have you ever read any of the insults they called 'books'?" It was just a conversation starter of course. He didn't really care if she had or not. Sitting up slightly, he casually tossed the book into the fire. The cover, a image of a pair of hands holding a apple, sizzilied as the ink burned and curled the paper away from it's binding. "This world really does deserve to burn if that book had become popular. " Leaning back, he turned his gaze to his superior. "So, did you find anything today?

TAGGED:: LILITH
WORDS:: 700+
LYRICS BY:: SIERRA LEONE-MT EDEN
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[lilith]

As Lilith took her steps pass her old time colleague to situate herself in one of the empty chairs, an all recognizable chuckle escaped from Dion. With her back turned from Dion’s gaze, Lilith’s facial features produced a triumphant smirk. Such a look disappeared before she half spun around to take her seat in the fashioned comfortable chair. Her back fully leaned against the high back as she made herself comfortable. In a swift movement, one leg crossed over the other displaying her preposterous looking high heeled shoes. Of course, the Validus had heard Dion’s opinion about her taste in shoes, especially when during times in battle. To Lilith, the human world of fashion would be a waste if not worn properly; in fact, Lilith was slightly applauding the human’s resource in creating clothing to Lilith’s liking. Someone proper now had to wear it considering most humans were now terminated or scrounging around in the shadows of the dirtiest of places.

Placing her right arm onto the armrest of the chair, the Validus supported her head slightly as her hand just propped herself close to her temple. Turning her head slightly to her left, her crystal eyes gazed at Dion as placid features dominated her face. The flickering light from the fireplace danced with the shadows of her hellish companion’s shadows, especially with those on his face. Her ears perked up once he began in the light conversation. ”Have you ever read any of the insults they called books?”

[/color] The opened question swirled in Lilith’s mind for only a brief moment before her painted lips parted to respond. ”Nothing that has been forged in the past centuries,”[/color] Lilith remarked. Sure, she did read a bit of mankind’s works but nothing that she personally would read again. The Validus observed Dion sit up slightly as he tossed the book he held earlier in his hands. Her eyes jumped to the book in midair and attempted to make out the cover before it fell into the hungry flames that began to consume the pages instantly.

Her stare was mesmerized by the flames as it destroyed the ink-filled pages. The tune of the demon’s voice snapped her out of the sight as she turned her head away from the fire again. ”This world really does deserve to burn it that book bad become popular.”[/color] A soft chuckle erupted in Lilith’s throat as her own lips parted to respond. ”Humans should know there is no such thing as vampires. There’s something much worse lurking in the shadows.”[/color] A curve of Lilith’s pursed lips created a leering display as she then watched Dion slump back into the resting chair. ”So, did you find anything today?”[/color]

Lilith inhaled softly as she placed her head back on her support that laid on top of the armrest, head slightly turned to pick up Dion’s movements and his features. ”Just a few straggling groups of humans within the residences today. And one of them said the strangest thing to me”[/color] Lilith began as she paused for a moment replaying the day’s events in her head. ”They claimed that we are now doomed to fail due to the arrival of their Almighty Hero.”[/color] A disgusted scoff vibrated in Lilith’s throat as she just thought of the words. She didn’t need to ask who the humans referred to; she knew all too well.
TAG: dion
WORDS:[/color] 500+
MUSE:[/color] a dangerous mind -within temptation
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] placing this before Lilith meets Michael ^^ OMG i laughed when I wrote about Lilith saying there are no vampires considering I just figured out last night that Aiden Turner played Mitchell on Being Human. XD
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]
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[dion]

No matter how much he tried to think about it, no matter how hard he tried to make memories float to the surface of his mind, Dion could not remember anything from his past life. To him, it felt like he was trying to recall something that he had learned when he was three. It wasn't that Dion needed to know who he had been, what he had been, but sometimes curiosity got the better of him. Demonic life suited him just fine and he couldn't imagine it being any other way. This place, this world wasn't his home. Oh sure it had been at one point, but over thousands upon thousands of years had changed that. To him, Earth was like a big fancy amusenment park, like Disneyland, for demons to go up and visit, cause a little chaos, torture a few huamns and leave. Again, Dion was tempted with the notion of voicing his concerns with this whole entire plan of taking over the world, but he kept his mouth shut.

Idly watching the book burning, Dion nodded to Liliths comment about not reading any of this time's literature. Lifting his left hand, he rubbed his chin with a finger and left it there, letting his head be supported by his hand. From the corner of his eye he watched Lilith shift in her seat, the fire reflecting her crystal eyes. Many humans, demons and even angels feared that gaze, and were terrifed to even look at her. Dion felt differently. Whenever he looked into those eyes, he felt greater than he was, knowing that though he was just a lowly demon, the Valdius had chosen him as one of her comrades. After all, she had had his back in Hell and he had had hers, so why not on Earth as well? ”Humans should know there is no such thing as vampires. There’s something much worse lurking in the shadows." Dion couldn't help but smirk at that comment. Pulling a pack of cigerettes out of his pocket and opened the pack, selecting one from the many. "That would be ammusing if vampires did. Just one more race for us to destroy"

Placing the cigerette in his mouth, he pulled the red lighter he used from his pocket and lite the cancer stick, and inhaled. Letting the smoke blow out through his nose, he looked at Lilith as she answered his question. p of the armrest, head slightly turned to pick up Dion’s movements and his features. ”Just a few straggling groups of humans within the residences today. And one of them said the strangest thing to me. They claimed that we are now doomed to fail due to the arrival of their Almighty Hero.” He nodded to the first part of the statement, expecting just as much. The second part though, his eyes widened slightly, that for hum being the same as another man yelping with shock. "So the mighty Michael has finally joined the fray has he?" Dion made eye contact with her, well aware of the history between her and Michael, even if she didn't know that he did. He liked to know things about his comrades. "Does that change any of our plans?" Already, Dion's mind was whirling, planning how he could use this information in the future.

TAGGED:: LILITH
WORDS:: 600+
LYRICS BY:: SIERRA LEONE-MT EDEN
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[lilith]

”That would be amusing if vampires did. Just one more race for us to destroy.”

[/color] The Validus could not help but produce an amused low chuckle at her comrade’s words. And that is why Lilith kept Dion close at hand. His personality suited her, it is what she stresses when the Validus looks at in her followers. Even though how heartless Lilith appeared, her comical cord could be plucked by Dion any time with his blunt, ruthless humor that almost bordered her own crude humor. Lilith observed Dion softly as the flickering fire danced with the shadows in the room. Before speaking again, the Validus lifted her hand from the comfortably armrest, her arm bent and hand facing toward Dion. Using her telekinesis ability, her mind controlled the movement of a single cigarette nestled in the box. The selected cigarette levitated in the air as it traveled the distance between Dion and Lilith.

Within her indolent reach, Lilith grabbed the cigarette with her half out stretched hand, her grasp placing it between her middle and pointer finger. With her other hand, the Validus pulled the demon’s red lighter out of his hand before he tucked it again in his back pocket. As it touched her open hand, Lilith used the lighter to light the end of the cigarette as she inhaled. While exhaling the puff of smoke, Lilith carelessly threw the red lighter in Dion’s direction as she settled herself back in the armchair. As she explained what she had found out, her head turned to read her companion’s facial features. He, too, shared the same expression Lilith held once the humans uttered such nonsense to her. After she explained, her hand lifted up to her painted lips as they enclosed the cigarette around Lilith’s mouth, keeping her head turned comfortably in Dion’s direction.

"So the mighty Michael has finally joined the fray has he?”[/color] After the demon stated this fact, his eyes darted to Lilith’s gaze. Lilith’s jaw became ridged once she heard the all too familiar name as Dion casually uttered his name. The Validus twirled her cigarette between her two fingers as she tried to compose her eyes that did not give away what was going through her mind. Just hearing the Archangel’s calling created a sensation down Lilith’s spine. She did not know what this sensation was sparked from; all Lilith knew is that it consisted of hatred, wrath, treachery, and a spark of sadness.

”Does that change any of our plans?”[/color] Before answering, Lilith’s gaze quickly turned away from her comrade as a moment of silence engulfed them before she parted her lips. ”No.”[/color] Lilith answered bluntly while she raised her cigarette to her lips as she inhaled. ”He’s no threat. We’ll crush him along with the others.”[/color] Lilith commented as she turned her head slightly away from Dion’s gaze. She did not know what her face read and nor did want Dion to witness her greatest downfall. Her arm held her cigarette away from the armrest casually as she flicked the ashes from the end onto the lounge’s floor. The Validus then went into her comfortable position as she turned her emotionless gaze to Dion as the only in the room was the crackling and popping sounds of the fire.
TAG: dion
WORDS:[/color] 550+
MUSE:[/color] i hate everything about you - three days grace
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] n.a
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]
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[dion]

There were somethings in this world that Dion was almost sad to see go, and others that made the bile in his stomach want to create it's own bile. Before the demons had come topside and started to destory everything, the human race had so much potential to go darkside. It seemed that everything they did was some version of a sin, and they hadn't known it, but they were wallowing in the stuff. Even those who thought they were being righteous were the biggest hipocryptes as they were doing it themselves. Cars to shorten travels, movies to waste time and escolaters were examples of sloth. Fast food joints and half of the american population were examples of gluttony. And the biggest was lust. That was Dion's personal favorite out of all the seven sins. He had doubled over laughing the day that he had heard mankind with all of it's greatest inventions, with all the good things that it was doing in the world, had found a way to put up sex on the internet.

As Dion sat up and crosses his legs, left over right as always, he inhaled, feeling the chemical smoke from the cigarette pass through his lungs and out his nose in a quiet sigh. When Lilith's chuckle reached him, Dion allowed himself a small smirk, barely more than a upturn of his lips. Not many people were able to understand her humor it had been said. He had never found that to be so, as it seemed that when ever he wanted to, he could coax a chuckle from her. Each one would send a small shiver of delight down his spine, and as a cigarette floated past him and into Liliths hand. Dion let out his own chuckle at this. It was just like her. See something you like and so you take it. But he didn't mind that about her. Dion held out the lighter and soon that was floating to her as well. That quality was only one of the reasons why he envied her. Well more than envied her. Dion squashed that thought as the Valdius tossed him back his lighter.

Slipping the lighter back into his pocket, his question about Michael changing any plans hanging in the air, the Demon got up out of his chair and walked to the fire, smoke hanging casually out of his mouth. Standing right in front of the fireplace, he watched the flames flicker in their dance of oranges and reds. Not only did he want to stretch his legs for a second, he didn't want to see any stray emotions that passed over his comrades face. It seemed that Michael's name could break down barriers a little tiny bit."No." Her voice seemed too void of expression. The black haired demon knew that Lilith and Michael had been somewhat... connected when they had both been Archangels. Of course this had been a long time ago, but Dion didn't know if any emotions still existed for the Archangel. He didn't want to know. How could Dion compete with that. ”He’s no threat. We’ll crush him along with the others.” Dion clicked his tongue in a what a waste type way. Turning to look at her, he leaned against the fire place and blow the smoke in his lungs out. "What a shame... If what I know of Michael is correct, he's not one to forget the past." What Lilith didn't know was that Dion had known that Michael was back the minute he touched down. His eyes and ears were everywhere and they reported to him only. The minute he had known that Daddy's Favored Son was on Earth, a plan had started forming in his head, one that he hoped Lilith wouldn't find out about. "He'd probably still feel guilty for giving his siblings the boot. Could that be used to our advantage? Maybe the next time we see Michael...." Dion couldn't help but look away and give himself a satisfied smirk. "his burdened back, could be bearing a set of scars." Turning back to her, he shrugged and change the topic, hoping that she would think about his suggestion. "So... how are things with Abaddon?"

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tagged --- lilith
outfit --- here!
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes ---tee hee evil plotting!

[lilith]

Casually, the female Validus’ eyes trailed the slow, swift movements of her comrade as he stood from the comfort of his own cushioned seat. His legs carried him to the hearth of the crackling and blazing fireplace. Softly her gaze observed him as his own eyes mirrored the wild and untamed dance of the golden and orange flames. She only dared to look to his gaze after she spoke, feeling secure that all of her uncheck emotions would not crack the hard mask she wore. In her right hand, the lit cigarette twirled between her two fingers as her thoughts shuffled through all the thoughts within her mind silently and timidly, not wanting to disturb their place within the depths of her head. As she did, her eyelids blinked slowly as she was in thought, her mascara swiped lashes batting up and down. Of course, the tie between High Archangel and herself was no clandestine event of the past even though it did not make it into that Christian ‘rule book’. Many knew the bond between her and the Archangel, but few did know how profound that bond actually was.

Certainly that ancient bond would have rusted and decayed from that single link Lilith still grasped on to after she was casted down along with the One she chosen over him. Centuries of time still have passed and that little chain still remains enacted, untouched. Stubborn, just like Lilith, in a sense. A clicking noise echoed in Lilith’s ears as its source turned to face the sitting Validus, leaning his own force against the sturdy hearth. ”What a shame…If what I know of Michael is correct, he’s not one to forget the past.”

[/color] Lilith’s gaze connected with Dion’s. When her blue eyes joined his, she saw no scrutiny in his own stare toward his female superior. Just a casual glow that glinted from the fireplace’s blazes. There was a hint of secrecy within the demon’s eyes, but as usual, Dion did have the sort of glint in his eyes that shone whenever his mind held a secret. To what secret that was, Lilith held little interest; she respected her ancient comrade to allow him to have his little secrets. In the end, she’d find out one way or another. If it was about the favorite Archangel, she desired not to even hear about it. Such a subject Lilith would not care to discuss as of late. If she would, Dion would be the first to turn to. The Validus lifted the cancer stick to her lips as she inhaled.

”Then that shall be his weakness to his downfall.”[/color] commented Lilith, her heartless tune dominating the words. Such a hypocrite Lilith was for saying such words. She knew full well that her mind dwindled on those passed memories, memories that she should entirely forget. The present was what Lilith was interested in because she could change the outcome of the near present and future. Perhaps the past will be her ultimate Achilles' heel that could lead to her own demise. Smoke seeped through the lips of Lilith as she exhaled the puff of smoke that dissipated in the surrounding air. "He'd probably still feel guilty for giving his siblings the boot. Could that be used to our advantage? Maybe the next time we see Michael.... his burdened back, could be bearing a set of scars."[/color] The Validus of Death soaked in the words of Dion. Mimicking his features, Lilith’s own lips played with a smirk in the corner of her lips. This is precisely the Validus tolerated the presence of demons, especially this demon.

”Our advantage is that his soul will be guilt ridden and bared down with such a sense of responsiblity. It will take time, but time is what we do have. We somehow twist him until the strings break. Then he will be the one to feel the sting of open wounds and the sight of his own wings severed.”[/color] Lilith had no interest of being saved by the likes of him, but desired something much deeper. The day that the mighty Archangel surcomes to Lilith’s persuasion and reunite with her in Hell and the new Earth. Michael and Lilith once again free. She’d personally make it her goal to see that day as a certainty than a possibility. "So... how are things with Abaddon?"[/color] The Validus was caught up in her mental meditation, she almost did not hear Dion change the subject.

Her eyes blinked rapidly in succession as she turned her gaze back toward the black haired demon. The upper brim of the female’s nose wrinkled in joking distaste for the name attached to the end of Dion’s question as her lips deepened to a grin as her lighter mood began to arise from her previous thoughts. ”I stay out of his affairs and he stays out of mine. Well, I do try to stay out, but sometimes I can’t resist toying with him some days.”[/color] Lilith innocently stated with a chuckle in the middle of her words. The cigarette was lifted back toward her mouth in a final inhale of its toxic fumes. Sitting up and leaning forward, Lilith threw the cigarette end in the direction of the licking flames. As the discarded cigarette shriveled by the flames, Lilith sat back, switching her legs so the left crossed over the right. ”Why? Have you been sniffing around his whereabouts?”[/color]


TAG: dion
WORDS:[/color] 894
MUSE:[/color] love like woe - the ready set
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] wow... i didn't know i had it in me lol
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]
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[dion]

Fire. There was just something about it that drew Dion to it, like a moth... well, like a moth to a flame. He had no idea what it was, but whenever a fire was around him he felt...warm. Not in the physical sense of course because that would have been a redunant statement, but somewhere in his chest. If he had had a heart it probably would be were that was located. Though he didn't know how, he knew that this was a long feeling that had been left over from when he had been human. He had been fasicanted with fire even then. No wonder he had gone to Hell. Watching the almost delicate tips sway, dance and pass through each other twisted his eyes in a sickening display of passion if he watched it too long. It was a agent of chaos as it would destroy anything it touched as it burned flesh away, and yet it was a savior of life, allowing food to be cooked and giving warmth to the flesh. It was a beautiful thing, and a horrifying thing. A horrifyingly beautiful creation. It was like Lilith.

Now if Dion was normal in anyway shape or form for a demon, he could have, or potentially would have blushed. But of course with Dion being Dion and having no boundaries, he didn't. Instead his dark eyes flashed as he stole a glance at the Valdius. He watched her long eyelashes slap her cheeks in a delicate fashion and he couldn`t help but think. And thinking wasn`t good when you were just a demon. Especially when they were thoughts about a certain Valdius. Of course most of Dion`s thoughts involved the Valdius and mainly how he could overthrow them. His plan had been in motion for centuries and frankly he was suprised that none of the Higher Ups had found out about it. He wouldn`t be standing here if they had. None the less, the idea of them finding out didn`t frighten him in the least. Normally if a demon did something bad that the Valdius didn`t like, they sent them to Dion. Oh yes, and Dion would make them regret every little thing they`d even done, like being born. The worst they could do to the black haired demon would be to kill him. When you were one of the most saught out torturers in the Pit you had seen and done everything enough not to be scared of a little pain.

Letting out a harsher breath than he intended, he shifted his position slighlty, feeling the stones of the fireplace digging into his shoulder. He crossed his arms, and watched Lilith`s face as she listened to his words. Again if he had had a heart it would have hurt him to see her face in deep contempaltion at the thought of Michael. Oh yes, Dion knew about their past, more than what the average demon should have known. And he didn`t like it one bit. It anything he hated and dreamed. Hated the Archangel of course. Dreamed, of one day, having the white feathered heaven puppet on a slab infront of him.. with Dion slicing into his skin. A shiver of anticipaition ran along his skin at that thought. Demons were born of violence and hundreds of violent emotions that ran alongside it. Angels were prissy, gentle beings, and Dion was sure that even an Archangel wouldn`t have that large of a pain barrier. And besides it would be fun to experiement with an Archangel. And not just any archangel but THE ARCHANGEL.

”Then that shall be his weakness to his downfall.” Pulling his right arm over his left, he placed his teeth just underneath his thumbnail, a habit of his when he was listening to someone higher on the scale than him, speak. ¸
”Our advantage is that his soul will be guilt ridden and bared down with such a sense of responsiblity. It will take time, but time is what we do have. We somehow twist him until the strings break. Then he will be the one to feel the sting of open wounds and the sight of his own wings severed.”
Dion only nodded at this logic. It made sense of course. Even a Archangel like Michael would feel the strain of the war on his shoulder and doubts could be placed in his mind as well. Even a person like Michael could feel pressure. And snap because of it. Again, Dion just nodded, knowing that everything that needed to be said about Michael had been said. What about Abaddon then? ”I stay out of his affairs and he stays out of mine. Well, I do try to stay out, but sometimes I can’t resist toying with him some days.....Why? Have you been sniffing around his whereabouts?` Dion shook his head, tossing his own finished cigarette into the flames. ”Unfortunatly no. I can`t find anyone with information to his whereabouts or what he`s planning. And you know me, I don`t like not knowing.”
Pulling his jacket straight, Dion made his way back to his chair and sat down, copying Lilith`s crossed leg position. ”So what`s this I hear about a raid being conducted on the Soliders? What part does old Dion get to play this time?” Dion had been apart of the last raid on the humans, and though he didn`t nessecarily like fighting, he didn`t mind ripping more than a few humans apart.

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