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Can Demons and Angels Get Along? (BlisteredBlood & Mouse69)

BlisteredBlood

BlisteredBlood

The Crucified Angel
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
Rhode Island
It had been a long 500 years ever since the elder demon named Dead had enlisted himself into the military. 500 years of him going back and forth with the heroes of the Heavens, sometimes coming away with big victories and sometimes coming away with horrific defeats. Yet each and every time, the scars that were already prominent on his body never seemed to open more nor do new ones seem to appear.

It was on one particular afternoon that Dead hadn't been so focused on the war, walking through a forest with his hands behind his back as well as his wings folded to his back. The heavy black boots the demon wore gave off little to no noise as he walked in silence while his eyes were closed in thought as the small chains that adorned them rattled softly. The overall height and mass of this demon was truly unprecedented, for he stood taller than seven feet tall, weighed more than 600 pounds of pure muscle. Blood red skeletal dragon tattoos adorned the arms of the monstrous demon while warrior-like markings were applied to the face, doing nothing to hide the pure intimidation that was radiating from him freely.
 
Off in the distance, the demon would hear the scream of a female angel. Camael was flying at top speed, trying desperately to escape the demon that had mistaken her for an angel that was apart of the war. Among angels, Camael would have only been thought of as a teenager, and as such, far too young to have enlisted in there military. Not that she would have wanted to; she never had any interest in fighting, and the sight of blood made her a little queasy.

Camael could have been considered a rather lovely girl. Her wing span was about 6 feet from end to end. She stood at about 5'7" inches, her legs resembling that of a runner's. Her thighs were a bit more stout, but only to balance out the width of her hips and support the extra weight of her backside. She kept a trim waistline, making her rear all the more noticeable as well as her perky DD breasts. Though she did not like to fight, she did keep her body in good shape, and she at least knew how to defend herself. It wouldn't help her much at that point, her skill was hand-to-hand, and though she could disarm her attacker of a small wall weapon, such as a knife, there was now way she could that gruesome demon's scythe from him.
 
Upon hearing an angel scream, Dead's solid black, silvery-irised eyes shot open suddenly then aimed them in the direction from where he heard the racket generate itself from. It couldn't have been more than 30 yards ahead of him from how he had it figured. he could also feel another demonic presence chasing the angel down, armed with a rather large weapon of sorts. This was possibly some lower ranked demon, more than likely one of Satan's many right hand lieutenants.

A small smirk graced the elder demon's face at the mere thought of who this angel might have been. Judging from the amount of experience she might have had, Dead figured that she might not have been involved in the battles for very long.

Soon after, the smirk of Dead's became a full on grin as he then thrust his arms outwards, thusly shoving out his massive eight and a half foot wingspan and gave it a few heavy flaps before taking to the skies above then leaned hard into the winds that gusted up under him to push forward.
 
The look of despair in Camael's eyes grew tremendously as she witnessed another demon flying toward her, the one pursuing her only gaining on her at that moment. She let out a shriek of pain as she felt his scythe clip her left wing. The cut didn't take off much of her wing, but it was enough to throw her off balance and send her hurdling towards the ground. At that point she was fairly certain the demon wish her dead, but may have had something more sinister in mind for her. She hit the ground hard, but nothing so bad as to give her another injury. She brought herself to her feet quickly and started off running, looking for some form of temporary shelter.
 
Dead only continued the chase from the air, smiling widely when he saw that the female angel had found that one of her wings had gotten clipped by the demon's scythe. However, he was wanting this for himself. Smirking, he would then flap his wings harder to accelerate across the sky before drawing close to the to the other demon and shouted to him, "I'll take over from here! You take off and head back home!" He said before letting his wings angle up to dive downward.
 
Camael continued to run frantically through the woods, hopping the trees would provide a little bit of cover from anyone still pursuing her from above. A small smile of hope formed on her lips as she spotted a nearby cave. She ducked inside quickly, her chest heaving from under tunic as breathed heavily. She knew she wasn't out of harms way just yet, but she was relieved to find the shelter for which she was searching so desperately. Once she had caught her breath, she ventured deeper into the small cave. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her for the moment, but she would not dare look out that cave for quite a while.
 
Dead only continued to grin as he watched the female angel disappear from his field of vision, but nevertheless remained undaunted from the chase. He knew exactly how the prey behaved, and when the prey chooses to go into hiding, so would he. Besides, to be a hunter like he had been for most of his life, one would have to think like the prey.

With that same grin plastered across his face, Dead would then angle himself around before expanding his wings out fully to act as a parachute to slow his descent to the ground some several minutes later. Once there, the grin would then become a look of focus.
 
After taking a moment or two to explore the depths of the cave, Camael would tend to her wounded wing. She winced slightly as she extended it, but only slightly. The injury wasn't too bad, and there was little to no blood. Still she had to do something until she could have it properly treated. Opting to use her left sleeve, rather than making her thigh length tunic any shorter, she made a temporary bandage for her wing, afterwords taking a seat on the ground. "What a mess I've gotten myself into...." She thought to herself as she sighed lightly.
 
Once down on the ground, Dead would then fold his wings across himself much like it was some kind of leathery cloak to conceal the massive bulk that now hid underneath the mass that made up the elder demon. Lifting his head up, he could still sense the fear that the angel possessed, but it wasn't much. This lead him to believe that the angel had believed that she lost whoever it was that was tracking her down, but she was hardly aware of his presence. At least that would give him a slight advantage, the elder demon thought as his footsteps gave off light cadences as he walked, considering that he was wearing those large boots of his.

During the walk, Dead looked around the area, pondering as to where would be the best place to hide out in should he have a need to spring a trap on the angel and possibly claim her for his own. Despite the fact that she wasn't injured much, he had to consider the angles as well as her possibility of escape.
 
Camael's hearing was good, but it was hardly well trained enough for her to hear the light foot steps of the demon that was supposedly tracking her down. After a few more moments had passed, she would venture back towards the entrance of the cave, looking out cautiously before proceeding out. Camael knew she wouldn't cover much ground on foot, and her injured wing made flight of the question. "Anything's better than sitting in that cave over night." She thought to herself as she looked back for a lingering moment.

With a light sigh she look about for a short while, trying to gather her bearings in her new surroundings. There was no doubt about the fact that she was lost at that point. Though she would press forward anyway, hopping at least that her pursuer had given up on her since she no longer could hear any sign of him.
 
Dead could still sense the fear on the angel he was following, even though that it had slightly diminished over the course of a few moments into this chase. For the most part from what he could tell, the angel that was about several yards ahead of him was more or less nervous rather than outright scared. Still, the elder demon proceeded onward in the chase as he followed the angel merely by the sound of her footsteps, the sounds of her breathing and the sound of the silence when she felt there was no one there.

After a few minutes, Dead decided to make his move when he felt that the angel was in an unsuspecting enough position to strike. With the same skill and precision of an expert hunter, the elder demon unveiled his wings once more before leaning into a full sprint, growling loudly as he charged toward her.
 
Camael soon heard the growl of her rapidly approaching pursuer. She turned quickly, panicking a bit as she stood almost about to take flight. A sharp twinge of pain shot threw her injured wing as she tried to spread them out. The thought idea of running had escaped her mind for a few seconds as it was gripped with the fear of her impending capture. She snapped out of her frozen state and turned back to run away, but it was already much to late. The elder demon was already upon her by then and in a pit of shock, every thing had turned black in her eyes. She had in fact fainted and laid at the mercy, or lack there of, of her captor.
 
Just as soon as he was closing in to make the capture that no one else could, the elder demon skidded to a halt beside the female angel, looking down upon her fainted form. Dead merely huffed in disappointment, somehow under the impression that she would at least give him a fight. "Pathetic," He grumbled under his breath. "Truly and disgustingly pathetic." He added to himself as he continued to gaze down upon her before kneeling down beside her then picked her up into his arms slowly.

And here, I thought she was going to be some form of entertainment before I ate her pure soul. He thought as he held her there in his powerful arms.
 
Her arms fell daintily behind her back as her wings splayed out in the same fashion. Her head back tilted ever so softly while he held up her limp and delicate form, causing her hear to fall back from face. The poor thing was never meant for the life of a fighter; that was predetermined by her submissive and timid nature alone. Though, somehow, being lifted up seemed to snap her awake from her fainting spell. She gasped softly as she her eyes flew open. She would quickly kick against his arm, pushing herself from his grasp and onto her feet. She swallowed hard as she looked at her pursuer, highly uncertain of what she should do as her eyes took in his intimidating form.
 
Dead would feel the angel kick on him every so often, but the truth of the matter was that he didn't even seem the slightest bit bothered by her. If anything else, it seemed as though it was reinforcing the fact that there was almost nothing for her to do for him other than to scream and beg for his mercy or else hope and pray - a rather noble idea at that - that help would come along and save her from what was to an all too certain doom. But then again, there has been times when the elder demon was often seen playing with his food instead of just finishing it off. Surely, it might annoy other demons of his own caliber, but he did it anyway out of sheer entertainment.

However, the shock came when the demon's hands quickly turned up empty, making Dead turn his attention back down to his empty hands for a moment then looked as he saw the angel "attempt" to get away from him. A growl came from him as he balled up his fists at her before leaning forward as if he was anticipating for her to take off, that he would be right there to hunt her down.
 
Camael stood before him and noticed that his wingspan greatly surpassed her own. She knew she had no chance of escaping him, whether flight was available to her or not. With a determined look upon her young face, she took a defensive stance. She doubted she had any chance of defeating him or even surviving in hand to hand combat with the elder demon, but she thought anything would be better than running till the point of exhaustion. She continued her stance, watching and waiting for his next move, as her body shivered lightly from the gripping fear.
 
A bit of an odd look was on Dead's face as he stood there, his body hunched forward as if he was ready to lunge at her with the speed and tenacity of a predatory animal all coiled up and ready to unload at a moment's notice. All he needed from her was just one false move and he would end it all with one stroke. Just one, and that would be that.

But te odd thing of it was, when he saw the angel assume a defiant stance in front of him, Dead only remained hunched over for maybe a few moments before he eventually stood back up straight with a small smirk on his face. No, the elder demon began to think for a moment. He wanted to have a little bit of sport with this angel before he took her wings off of her back and used them as a mantle piece over his fireplace. With the confidence that only someone like him could possess - although some would call it arrogance, but for him it was clearly justified - the elder demon simply lowered his wings slowly before he began to take slow, methodical steps towards the angel and once he was close enough, he simply leaned forward, smirking at her as he then pointed at his well chiseled chin.

"Go ahead. I'll let you have the first shot." Dead spoke to her with a dark laugh following it.
 
Camael took a nervous step back once he had leaned in close to her, a small bit of blush rising to her cheek as he smirked at her. Her look of fear quickly turned to one of annoyance after he offered her first strike. "What kind of fool does he take me for?" She thought to herself, still keeping her hands up, as her cheeked twitched lightly which it often did to signify her irritation.

"Why, so I can break my hand on you face?" She asked him aloud, looking up at him in all seriousness. "Or are you trying to say you gave the poor little angel some sort of chance before you mercilessly killed an innocent bystander to this idiotic war?" She said rather rhetorically, a small flame of passion burning in her eyes as she spoke her true feelings about the war of which she wanted no part.
 
Dead could tell the angel was nervous about striking him. But then again, who in their right mind would dare make the first move on them when they should know that all it is was just Dead playing with his food, as usual. Granted, he was a bit of a twisted demon, but it wasn't as if he did this deliberately. He wanted to gauge his opponent's strength and measure it against his own before he struck back with the intention of ending it right then and there without one shred of mercy.

When she asked him this aloud, Dead simply gave her a fiendish grin with his near-onyx eyes narrowed at her, giving his already marked face a sense of increased intimidation. "Then I suppose you're not wanting to play my little game where I weigh your strength." He answered simply before looking at her normally now with the same grin on his face.

But when she asked him if he was above killing an innocent bystander in a senseless war, Dead simply let his grin slowly fall back into a calm, focused look before he then stood straight up again with a bit of a glare in his eye. "Allow me to put it to you like this, angel. You judge souls just like we do. The only difference is that our kind dole out the punishments that you people are just too afraid to do. Depending on the severity of the offense, the soul is then sent to the proper region of Hell so that he ay suffer until he is redeemed enough in your eyes to be welcomed into Heaven. But since this is a war between both realms, there is no need for words." He answered her in a bit of a bitter tone of voice.
 
Camael's eyes narrowed, a cold stare now forming on her face as he generalized her in the same category as the other angels. The was a small hint of a growing anger in her young face as she clenched her fists tighter, her hands now down by her sides while she looked up at the demon that she saw as greatly arrogant in her eyes. "You listen here, demon, I pass judgment upon no one!" She stated firmly, her anger allowing her to walk closer to him and poke him in his chest as though he was no longer a threat to her. "As I said, I have no desire to take any part in this stupid war! I don't even associate with those sadistic assholes that think they are greater than everyone else and treat me as nothing more than a child or potential housewife."

Once the over zealous angel had asserted herself to her hearts contents, her reason came back to her. The expression on Camael's face turned from one of rage to shock as she realized how close to she had come to him. Her eyes trailed from his face to finger pointed at his chest, gasping lightly as she snatched it away and took a quick step away from him.
 
Dead simply looked down at the angel as she stood there, assuming a sort of defiant stance in front of him as he listened to her explain herself to him. To be honest, it almost aggravated him to the point where he half wanted to slap her clear across the face in order to shut her up once and for all, but perhaps there was a point in what she had to say. But given the fact that he was a warrior first and a demon second, there was almost nothing that could prove her wrong. He only continued to stand there, glaring at her icily as his hands balled into fists but took no action against her when she backed away from him. Instead, the most unexpected thing happened. The elder demon simply turned around but not before he gave one last remark to her.

"Then you are not worth my time if you choose not to fight. But, you should be considered grateful that I had pulled those lesser scoundrels off of you, for if I hadn't when I did, then there would've been a great chance you would've ended up as their meal or possibly in Lucifer's harem." He answered her with a heavy bit of bitterness in his voice before he pointed at her. "If I were you at this point, I would see to it that you returned to your realm and never show your face to me again, for you might find me in a less hospitable mood." He added demandingly.
 
"Hospitable my ass..." Camael thought to herself as she watched him turn away from her, another small look of annoyance evident on her face as he spoke so openly of the possible 'what if's' that could have occurred had he not sent the other demon home. "If anything I will thank you for turning your comrade away from me. And with that, I shall leave you." She said as she started to walk away from him, wanting to get back to her home before dark, though she was not to far from lost in that part of the woods.

Camael looked back at Dead from over her shoulder, tempted to ask him to, at the very least, point her in the right direction. She knew that there would be greater chance of her being eaten by swarm of rabid squirrels than him helping her. She sighed softly to herself and started off in what she hoped was the right path.
 
When she had begun to leave, so did Dead as he walked away from the angel with a look of sheer hatred in his eyes. Sure, he let the angel escape, but who was going to argue the logic behind the reason he would give to them all when he reported back? After all, when someone like him was the supposed son of Satan himself, then who would dare argue with him anyway unless if they were looking to get eviscerated on the spot?

But after a few steps, Dead stopped when he once again felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking over his shoulder again, he caught eyes with the angel who was looking back at him. Wondering why she didn't hurry off like he directed her to, the elder demon soon narrowed his eyes at her before he spoke. "What are you waiting for? An invitation?" He asked.
 
"Maybe I would have left already if I knew where I was." Camael sniped back at him quickly, not appreciating his irritated tone. She turned her head back quickly, followed by a nearly audible "hmph" as she started to walk away. She was so distracted by her annoyance that she didn't notice she was about to walk into a tree. "Ow..." She muttered to herself as she shook her head lightly, her clumsy nature showing more now as she jumped up quickly and walked off.
 
"If you...?" Dead reacted for a moment before he realized what it was he had now come across. Unbelievable, the demon thought as he stood there, looking at her with a look of true shock on his face before he shook his head curiously. "You mean to tell me that you have no idea where you even are?" He asked her outright before he shook his head incredulously with an eyebrow raised at her even as he watched her walk into a tree a short moment later.

Dead would only continue to stand there, his face held not only a look of curiosity, but also shock at this angel's clumsiness. Chances are, he figured, this woman must've skipped the general knowledge of direction talent. In truth, it only made him raise a gloved hand up to the side of his black haired head and itched at it with a puzzled look on his face as he continued to stand there, just completely perplexed at what he was seeing.
 
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