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

"You honestly don't seem to care about anything, do you?" Dead answered Camael as he stood there before her with a look of aggravation on his face and his hands clenching into fists. "It almost amazes me that you aren't condemned for your apathy." He added as he crossed his arms over his chest after a moment and then arches a brow at her, almost as if he had a point to prove.

"You're also right about one thing, too. I would've left you here and there would be no one here that would mourn your loss. Not even the ticks from a deer would show any pity as they feasted on you until you're as dry as a bone." He added before bringing a hand up to her face and then snapped his fingers at her crassly.
 
Camael continued to give Dead the defiant stare that he so obviously hated. Had she not been so heated herself, she would be on the verge of tears at that point. She expected no sympathy from the demon, nor would she have wanted it had he even seemed capable of giving her any. "So what if I don't?" She asked, her tone lowering slightly as she looked away from him and folded her arms across her chest. "What difference would my damnation make anyway?" She added, her once cheerful demeanor turning bleak. "I have no family, nor any friends. I lost them both to your kind in this idiotic war. If I go back I'll return to being treated as a child until I'm either forced to join this pointless fight or married off to some egotistical male angel that I'll grow to resent. If I stay here I'll just end up getting killed in some way or another . . . What's the use of it all?" She asked him, turning her head back so that their eyes would meet. Her stare of defiance now replaced by a look of emptiness.
 
Dead honestly had to arch an eyebrow at her words. She was so far gone that she didn't seem to care about a thing at this point, but that empty look in her eyes seemed to make things seem a little more believable in his eyes. To be honest, there was really no words that the elder demon could say at this point that would make anything better nor worse, so the least he could do at then and there was to just listen to her vent towards him. When he finally heard her stop speaking, Dead put his hands to his hips for a moment before he lowering his head down with a thoughtful look on his face, his eyes closed while his lips formed a slight frown.

"You may have a point." Dead spoke after a little more thought before he reopened his eyes slowly then turned his eyes towards her while his arms crossed over his chest as he continued to look down at her with the same thoughtful expression, falling silent thereafter.
 
The silence lingered for a few moments longer, Camael could find no other words for Dead after she had finished venting. His thoughtful look began to concern her, he honestly didn't seem capable of such a look in her eyes. Though, after she accepted it, it almost seemed to put her at ease. Her mind had been swirling with the previous events of that day, and they were slowly driving her to the brink of insanity.

She nodded to him lightly after his comment, as playing on her lips slightly. "Thank you . . . Thank you for hearing me." She said softly, her body slumping against the tree then sliding down the bark until she was resting on her rear.
 
Dead simply nodded in reply to Camael when she spoke to him in a soft voice as he then looked ahead of himself now, pondering over what would be their next move. The two of them could continue on the path they were on at the moment, but who knows if it would lead the two down towards where her home was. For all he knew, it could also lead the both of them into a trap if they weren't careful. After all, he did make some enemies in the demon world in terms of his status. But hey, it wasn't easy regardless, even if he was the rumored son of Satan himself.

"I think this constitutes a break for now. Besides, it's been a long day of travel enough as it is, don't you think?" The elder demon asked as he then turned his head towards her with the same thoughtful look on his face.
 
Camael looked up at Dead and shrugged slightly "I suppose you're right." She responded, trying to disguise just how tired her legs really were by then. She bent her knees slightly as she sat, bringing her legs in towards her chest somewhat, and wrapped her arms around them. She would then rest her cheek on her arms, looking off into the distance blankly.

"Hmph . . . so much for 'Camael the Vagrant'." She muttered lightly, talking more to herself than Dead. Afterwords another sound would not be heard from the young angel, allowing the elder demon to enjoy the silence for a moment or two.
 
Deciding on acting on his words, the elder demon would then settle himself down by the tree adjacent from Camael, sighing mostly to himself down as he propped his right arm up onto the top of his right knee then leaned his back against the tree before placing the back of his head against it as well. To be honest, how this whole day began wasn't exactly one of his finer points, but then again, not everything seemed as though it would be.

Then when he heard her title after sitting down, Dead arched an eyebrow for a moment before turning his head towards her with that same look on his face. "Camael the Vagrant?" He asked, sounding somewhat surprised. "Interesting title. What did you do to earn it?"
 
Camael's eyes widened slightly after she realized Dead had heard her. "Crap . . ." She thought to herself. She really had no desire of going into that, but clearly his ears were sharp enough to pick it up. So, there was no point in denying it then. "Some men gave it to me." She started, searching for the right words to explain herself, as she turned her head toward him. "I've been away from my home a lot longer than just today. I've been forced to fight for the entertainment of some beastly appearing creatures and that was my name in the arena. I suppose they chose to it because I was wandering about in the north desert when they found me." She shrugged a bit, acting as though she thought nothing of it.

"They pitted against other strange creatures about as strong the demon you found chasing me. I'm not sure how survived the battles, let alone managed to win them. Maybe I was just running on pure adrenaline." She added, shrugging once more before resting her forehead against her knees.
 
"I'm not surprised." Dead answered with an arched eyebrow after he heard Camael's explanation while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "To be honest, before I was discovered as to be the son of Satan, I was a slave tending to the construction of one of Lucifer's many towers in the lower regions of Hell. It had been that way for the past 800 of my 1500 years of my life." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders as he then glanced upward. "Then, for another 200 more, I was a gladiator, possibly fighting those same demons you mentioned for sport. As a matter of fact, there were some enemies I made in the arena battles. Some of which were petty grudges while others were legitimate hatreds." He added before looking over to her as well.

"Then it was discovered that I was the son of Satan one night some 500 years ago." He added before chuckling somewhat. "And well, here I am as you see me now."
 
Camael listened intently to Dead's story, leaning a bit closer in his directions. She placed her hands on the ground by her side, almost as if she dared to venture closer, while she looked toward him with an expression mixed between shock and amazement. She never knew anyone, human or demon, could live such a life.

"Wow . . ." She managed to blurt out lightly once he had finished speaking. She searched for something to say. ". . . You're . . . you're old." She said jokingly, giggling softly to herself afterwords. She wanted to at least lighten the mood of their situation if nothing else.
 
"Old?" Dead answered with an arch of his brow before looking over to her with a bit of a chuckle. "You might say old, but I'm really just in the prime of my life for a lot longer." The elder demon answered, chuckling a bit before looking over his stature, starting at his arms at first then looked everywhere else on his body then turned his attention over to her with a bit of an amused smirk on his face. "Then if I'm supposedly 'old', how old are you? I'd say you're probably no older than 600 years old." He answered her with a chuckle.
 
"Hmph." Camael smirked softly, quirking a brow to Dead. "You've lived over a millennium and a half, that's practically three times the life expectancy of demons and angles." She said, turning her face away from his with a soft blush on her cheeks when he asked her age. "And it's rude to ask a lady to reveal her age. As long as you've been alive you should know that." She stated with another soft 'hmph' before shifting about lightly and stretching out her legs along the ground. She had been keeping up appearances for about as long as she could, but her legs were so tight from all the walking they had done and she could take no more.
 
Dead blinked in realization to Camael's words before he turned his attention to her with an arched brow. He had been alive for more than three times as long than any single demon or angel? This made the elder demon lift a hand up to his chin and itched it contemplatively as he sat there with the same thoughtful look on his face as he sat there, not even certain how he had lived this long with all of the competition that had been sent his way for all of this time. Maybe it was just that he had an incredible amount of luck, but that couldn't be it at all. Maybe it was also because that he had a deadly amount of skill that allowed him to survive nearly any attack that was thrown at him, but that couldn't have been it either. Then again, it could be a combination of all those things, but he still wasn't too sure about it.

Shaking his head dismissively to clear those thoughts out of his head, Dead would then go back to sitting there by the tree with the same contemplative look on his face.
 
Camael watched with a quirked brow as Dead seemed to be in deep thought. She shook her head slightly, thinking he would be like that for a while from the way he looked. She then rose to her feet, facing the tree she had been sitting against, she then pulled the heel of her foot up above her head and placed it against the tree. She leaned her body weight her leg and pushed as far forward as she could, thinking that if he was going to sit like that for a while she may as well stretch her legs out better. Though she flew just about everywhere, her legs were quite muscular like that of a runner. The fact that her tunic was short made her legs all the more noticeable.
 
As the elder demon continued to sit there lost in his thoughts, they were interrupted the moment he began to notice that the angel had now gotten herself up into a standing position and then began to stretch herself out on the tree behind her - well, more like in front of herself now that she had turned around - and continued to stretch out. At that moment, Dead turned his head to look at Camael as she did this, arching a brow at the way she was doing this. Chances are, he began to figure, she was possibly trained for this sort of thing.

"I take it you've done a bit of training yourself, huh?" He asked her directly as he looked up to her once more.
 
Camael looked over to Dead, her leg almost pressed flat against the tree under her body wait. "Hmmm?" His question had thrown her off slightly, not having expected him to say anything to her unprompted. "This? Oh, no my leg was hurting and I'm just a little more flexible than most." She admitted as she brought her foot back to the ground, sighing in relief afterwords. "They did attempt to train me, though." She said, moving her other leg up to stretch it out as well. "I'm sure you can tell how well that worked out." She joked, reminding him of her defiant streak.
 
"I'm not surprised." Dead answered with a shake of his head followed by a quirk of his brow as he spoke. "But then again, I suppose that's how Heaven is these days." He added with a bit of a chuckle before shrugging his shoulders indifferently before deciding to stand up onto his feet then stretched his arms out widely with a low growl of sorts before letting his heavy arms drop to their respective sides before turning his head to Camael again.

"So," Dead spoke again with his hands at his hips for a moment. "You wouldn't mind me helping you to stretch out, do you?" He then asked.
 
"In terms of anything other than aesthetics, there doesn't seem to be much difference between Heaven and Hell since the start of this war. Of course, that's just this angel's opinion." Camael said, bringing her legs together on the ground and then sighing to herself softly. The growl had startled her quite a bit, and she quickly moved to the other side of the tree. A look of concern was prevalent on her face as she watched Dead, thinking he was about to do something.

Her expression began to mix with one of confusion after he asked if she would let him help her stretch. Just a few hours ago he would have taken the first opportunity to rip out her throat if he wanted. Now he was speaking to her as if they were friends. Perhaps there she was beginning to grow on him. Either way, she wasn't going to test her limits with him. After all, she may have been naive, but she wasn't foolish. "Um . . . sure, what do you need me to do?"
 
"Well, you have a point there, Camael." Dead answered with a sagely nod of his head as he then crossed his arms in front of his chest with a thoughtful look in his eyes as he stood there next to her. Arching a brow, he saw the angel duck back behind the tree mostly out of fear from his growl, making him smirk a bit in a slightly amused manner. Oh well, he figured. His intimidating presence was rather well known in some circles, where even a growl would give someone nightmares for at least three years.

"What I need you to do is the same thing you were doing with that tree there, but against me this time. Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything weird." He added as he then held his hands out to her, waving them from side to side a bit before bringing them back to his hips and rested them there.
 
"That sounds pretty weird anyway." Camael thought to herself as her mind processed the image of what Dead had asked her to do. Though, she had already agreed to let him help and she couldn't very well go back on her word. "A-all right. . ." She said a little nervously as she walked towards him. She then blushed slightly as she sat the heel of her foot against his chest and stretched her leg out. She would have preferred to have her foot up on his shoulder, feeling a little awkward about having it on his chest, but their notable height difference made that a very unlikely possibilities. "Just this?" She asked as she looked up at him with a still evident blush, feeling a little confused.
 
Noting the clear height differences between the two, Dead blinked a time or two when he saw that the heel of her foot only came to rest right on his broad chest. "No, no. That doesn't work." He said, mostly muttering this to himself before trying to think of another alternative. By then, the elder demon would then drop down onto a knee before taking her bare foot and extending it up onto his shoulder this time, letting it rest there to let her stretch to her content. "There. How's that?" He asked as he lifted his head up, aiming his eyes up to her face. Granted, it might have seemed a slight bit awkward, but as the old saying goes, it was any port in a storm.
 
Camael couldn't help but blush more as she watched Dead kneel in front of her, his movements causing her to hop backwards just to give him a little room. "Slightly less awkward. . ." She answered him, thinking "Though still awkward none the less.". Though, it was a little better now that she was able to look directly into his eyes without having to tilt her head back.

She then grabbed hold of her ankle and knee, pressing her body forward as she stretched her leg out once again. There was indeed quite a difference in using a partner versus standing against a tree. Though, it was still rather embarrassing to have her thigh press up against a strange male's chest.
 
Dead simply shook his head at Camael's comment, seemingly not bothered by this as he continued to kneel there in front of the angel as she continued to stretch her leg out on his shoulder. "Doesn't bug me much. Besides, I used to do this for a succubus a while back." Dead answered with a shrug of his unoccupied shoulder all while keeping his eyes on hers. "Sure, she mostly did that to try and get me to have sex with her, but ehh." He added, chuckling a little bit before shaking his head again at his own comment.

Though while his current stance would give her a good deal of support, Dead decided that maybe she would need just enough to keep her as stable as a rock. With that in mind, the elder demon's left hand reached out to her right lower leg, grasping it in one strong hand for a moment before looking back up to her once again.
 
Camael bared a new look of confusion on her face as Dead spoke of his previously relationship with a succubus, her mind wandering to wild images of what the two of them might have done together. She shook her slightly as she blushed softly, hoping he wouldn't ask her about it as she tried to expel those thoughts from her mind. As he shrugged, she almost lost her balance. She flailed her arms about slightly, trying to steady herself without grabbing a hold of him, and she began to adjust her footing upon the ground. She might have been a rather clumsy angel, but surprisingly she had pretty good balance.

Once she regained her proper footing, as well as shaking off her previous odd thoughts, she continued to stretch herself out against him. Her face flushed with a bright pink blush once more as she felt his hand grasping her leg.
 
As Dead continued to keep a grip on Camael's leg, the demon's eyes looked down to the hand that was holding it, uninitiated by the look she might have given him. Granted, his words might have led to the fact that he might have had something going with the succubus that he mentioned just now, but he didn't really show much interest with the devil woman to be honest, for he was far too occupied with the current strifes to even consider it.

But now that he had a grip on the angel's leg, he could now tell that it was very well defined for someone like her. Good muscle tone, great elasticity and flexible like rubber. Strangely, the skin was also soft. Hard to believe it really, but then again, everything about this angel was a little bit unbelievable in some way or another. But for now, Dead continued to remain where he was, knelt down while Camael was stretching herself out on him.
 
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