Temple of the Gods

[DJBayview]

A huge marble staircase leads up to the temple of the Blue Moon Gods and Goddesses, the sky is completely clear except for a low hanging blue moon. Two large reinforced oak doors open the way to the temple, and inside there is a statue for each one of the gods and goddesses. Here is where you will go to pray, worship, or gather for religious reasons.

[[if you wish to pray to the gods for whatever reason, do it here.
also, the gods can use their statues to talk to those praying while they continue to roleplay in another thread.]]

 

[Tinian]

A small figure rested quietly in front of the very statue that depicted her savior. His sorrowful and last moment that drenched mankind into the realization that what the had done, what they were still doing to this very day, was simply wrong. A sad situation and yet, a brave sacrifice for him to give his life to such ignorant creatures. These mortals. Yes, she was one of them but only half way. Angelic as well. She would solely claim her angelic side and disregard the other half as she was fully ashamed of it. Bloody mortals! Drapped around the smaller form was no other then a long and white hooded cloak. The same hue that matched her pallid tendrils, brows, and lashes as she lowered them away from the statue. Silently, she began to pray. Her devotion to the very oxy-moronic thing that banned her from Heaven was the very sense, the very grade, that held her. She was loyal to only one master and he was it. Carefully, and slowly, she lifted her stunning blue eyes upwards towards the statue as she rose from her kneeling and humble position. She was his. For the taking, for the claiming, if only he could. Those hypnotic orbs moved up more so, the kind of shade that was from her mother no doubt as only Heaven could have created such a unique shade, as she leaned forward. Slowly, dropping the lids that gave her sight as she placed her puckered lips up and upon the feet of the statue. Only one part of her ceremony was complete.

Iris preferred to pray in private. Never having an audience made it easier for her to concentrate. Her faith was so very important to her and, again lowering herself to the ground below while bringing her left hand to gently rest against her bottom lip before creating the trinity cross, she was glad no one would interfere. Casually, Iris brushed back a loose pallid tendril from the front of her face, moving it gently behind her ear as she continued. Her wings, the natural and distinguishable trait of an angel, yes even a half one, or a hybrid, were safely tucked into her soft and olive flesh. They would not be brought out. No, not if someone was watching for then they would know the truth. Plus, it would ruin her beautiful clothing. Underneath the cloak was a long white skirt matched with a white corset that held light pink and golden embroidery on it. A true treasure to her besides the very cameo, given to her by her mother at birth and before their separation, managed to match with it’s pink background and the white silhouette. Again, she continued to pray in silence. Enjoying the peaceful moment.

 

[Loki-sama]

And the meek will inherit the Earth...

What a loud of tripe! Vermillion couldn't stand it. It brought this furious angel to run his fingers back through his silken silver hair, brushing it away from his face which was beautiful to the point of feminine, but masculine enough to remind you that he was indeed a male. Lips curled in a cruel sneer as he looked up at the statue. The gods were so full of rubbish. All of them treasuring this ignorant race known as humanity. The Atlantaen gods had gone so far as to banish all of their other creations to a city under the sea, most of the other gods simply hid their other creations. All so man could inherit the world. How utterly annoying.

Vermillion, a fallen Principality stood. His long silver hair billowing behind him as if touched by some unseen wind. He wore a long, military-style double-breasted coat that still bore his old ranks on it. It swept down to the large leather boots he wore as well. Though dressed in a way that befit an archangel Verm had not been one of those in his time. His responsibility was that of inspiring courage and determination in mortals to do great things. So it was a shock to the Host to find that he'd instead been using his powers to enslave mortals rather than inspire. So he was cast out as a Nephilim, but to his surprise he'd been allowed to keep a good share of his powers. Maybe they were hoping his views would change if he had to live among mortals. Tch, yeah. Keep dreaming.

Smirking at his last though he looked over to see Iris. Cruel blue eyes narrowed as something about the woman seemed to immediately get under his skin. The way she worshiped was different from the way most had here in this strange land. Though he saw few come to this temple to begin with. There were people who regularly visited it, but few past that. Then it hit him. A half-breed!? His senses could pick up the angelic nature inside of her and it made Verm's blood boil. Some mortal had laid down with an angel?! How perverse! Verm couldn't help but express his disgust.

"To have allowed something such as you to exist proves that the gods themselves are blind to quite a bit." His cruel, but lilting voice would ring not too far from her as he made himself visible to her. Arms crossed behind his back, those cold blue eyes staring at her, lips curled in a frown. Though in a moment, they curled into a half-smirk as a thought crossed his mind. "And yet at the same time, I cannot deny the fact that perhaps I should be thanking them for a lovely opportunity."

 

[Tinian]

Iris parted her sweet lips, her blue shades still hidden behind the lids that concealed them, as she inhaled deeply. The scent of the surrounding candles that burned, a light welcoming all creatures into this serene place of worship, creeping into her nostrils. Sensually, they began to move. Perhaps it was her genetic makeup but the perfections of her body, her facial expressions, and her mannerisms all appeared to be more elegant and luring in nature then what she, at times, intended. The way she walked and how her hips echoed the seductive movements as she glided across the room. The way she found her lips moving as she spoke, pronouncing each syllable correctly. Or the way her lashes seem to close during a mere blink to express the beauty in the moment. Yes, they were all actions, movements, that were taken for granted but her, her form and make up, made them all the more delicious. Like a fine wine or a piece of forbidden and dark chocolate. Priced to high and unobtainable.

“BENEDICTA sit * sancta Creatrix et Gubernatrix omnium, sancta et individua Trinitas, nunc, semper, et per infinita saecula saeculorum.” A language that was thought to be long forgotten, dead, she spoke the beginning of the prayer in Latin. A language that many of the living were not use to hearing, let along expecting. Iris glanced up at the statue, her eyes parting slowly as she rested along her blue along the sorrowful, and yet powerful, statue above. Again, she lowered her head and continued. “TE DEUM * Patrem ingenitum, te Filium unigenitum, te Spiritum Sanctum Paraclitum, sanctam et individuam Trinitatem…” Her words were interrupted by a voice that she did not recognize but she did recognize the tone within it. Slowly, while still facing the statue, she stood up. The concealing white cloak soon fell off her head, revealing the long pallid tendrils. Perfect waves that lingered down the middle of her back. Iris inhaled deeply then placed one foot out to her right before turning to face the man. Being banned from Heaven, and not realizing the appearance of such, or those, like herself, she assumed it was a tracker. Someone who brought run a away slaves back to their damned future. A life full of servitude instead of freedom. His words, the cruelty behind them, must have meant that he knew about her genetic makeup. A hybrid. It was one of many facts about her that could be recalled from reading her file.

Iris exhaled slowly, the rise and fall of her chest echoed in the beauty of her porcelain face as she stared at the man in silence for a moment longer. Of course she was curious as to what the second part meant. This opportunity that he spoke of. Even then, while she traced over his form and his perfect features, similar to her own, odd, she held every detail. She even held his own interest as she remained quiet a bit longer before parting her lips and speaking in the tongue in which is spoke; English. “Then, pray tell, explain this opportunity that you speak of.” Her voice rang out in a different tone then that of the Latin. This one, this often use, perhaps overly used language, was pronounced in a tone that echoed the idea of an angelic choir. Elegant. Soft. Even alluring.

 

[Loki-sama]

He paused a moment, then his shoulders rocked slightly with something. Was that laughter barely contained by his features? Indeed it was as he tilted his head back slightly. His hand covering his face before he brought it back down to level her with those piercing cerulean eyes again. The laughter dieing out in his expression, though it was still in his eyes. "How rich. You're asking me for an explanation for my actions?" he slowly began to approach her. His arms folded behind his back while he gave her a good once over. Blasted robes though ruined him of much of that enjoyment.

"Tell me... Do you think the gods hear your calls?" He seemed to avoid her inquiry with a question of his own. When and if he got close, he would look in her eyes with is own. No doubt causing a chill to work it's way down her spine with the cruelty bare in those eyes. She would feel that this man could do quite a bit of harm to her. "How about we see, hmm?" With that, from his back would appear a large pair of raven-feathered wings with silver tips to the feathers. They had been the other way around when he was still in the service to the Lord, but they'd changed when he was rendered fallen. He still didn't understand why he'd been allowed to keep them, but he never questioned it as it was a great tool for making mortals cow at his feet and kiss his boots when they thought their bondage was divine punishment. So sweet it was.

He would look down at her, with his wings folded back behind him finally. "Mortals call out to the gods to save them while they continue to sin and think that they do not hear or see their crimes." He smirked, tilting his head to the side. "So what's your story? How is it one is born from mortal and angel blood? Some whore get a little more 'divine intervention' than she prayed for? What?"

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Rain had begun to fall down upon the pristine temple, coating the steps with a thick sheet of wetness. The pitter-patter of rain hitting heavily upon the place of worship drowned out the light steps of the woman who now approached its doors. Switch had believed that if she ever tried to enter a church she would burn or grow ill, something of that nature. But she had been welcome inside churches without much problem. She found it strange that she wasn't repelled from such places and barely visited them in the first place, but found a subtle comfort. Was it because of her human half? Her human wishes that she wasn't alone or as damned as she believed? She wasn't sure. Jack trailed behind her like a shadow, the rain falling around him instead of on him. Her umbrella in all its black and rainbow starred splendor protected her from the worst of it. Her weapons were sheathed, one at her side while the other was attached to a strap that went over her shoulder and hooked to her waist. The intimidating blades glistened with a dark light, even in the torrential downpour. Usually, if she ever felt the need to visit a temple, she sought some form of calm acceptance. Her caretaker had been somewhat religious and had taught Switch how to pray and all that, but she wondered if a creature like her could be accepted by the Gods even though she was so far from grace.

Stopping at the top of the steps, she shook out her umbrella before closing it and depositing it against the side of the building, removing her larger sword and putting it beside the cutesy umbrella. She kept her other weapons on her person due to the possibility of being attacked. She may have sought peace, but it was hard to maintain, even at such a place of worship. Jack mewled at her as he rubbed against her skirts, dry as if it were summer and sunny. She rolled her eyes at him before he leaped onto her shoulders and settled by her left ear. His light purring calmed some of her nerves as she stepped within the walls of the temple. As usual when she stepped inside churches and other religious centers, she felt a wash of calm and peace settle over her, not banishing her Devil half but rather helping her to embrace it more so. She had made peace with herself long ago, but sometimes you just needed assurance that you weren't so murderous and outcast. Her heeled boots made soft echoes as she viewed the long hallways filled with statues. All of them were beautiful in their own rights as artwork and divine beings.

It was then that she started to pick up the sounds of one person in prayer before she heard another, a male by the tone and sense of cruelty she could scent and hear in the words he picked. However, it wasn't much of her business. But the scents she picked up she smelled...angel. The scents were twining with the faintest touch of human female and she knew that there had to be a half-breed within the walls. But the other being? Was the male an angel sent to guard the humans or one of the Fallen? She was unsure, but then again, it wasn't much of her business. Her eyes, so purple they were almost black, scanned the halls for the other beings who might have dwelled within. Jack yowled with boredom and something else...he was quaking with the need to pounce and devour. She glanced at him and she felt his mix-matched eyes fall upon her, one orange and one red. The orange one flashed with strikes of black as he connected minds with her and spoke.

"Dulceata...angels reside without their wings and yet one flies with tainted intentions. Tread carefully and do not interfere unless life force seeps.."

Switch nodded at the poetic way Jack always spoke to her, but it was also cryptic if one never understood what he meant. The angel she could feel was a Fallen. She was not a coward but she did know when to stay away from trouble. If she felt like it. Running her fingers through her honey blond-brown locks, she turned a corner, entering a hallway she wished would be separate from the others. However, she stumbled upon the pair anyways without much sound nor a word. She simply stopped roughly fifty feet away from them, noting the beauty that both possessed. Enchanting in their own rights, but she would not be drawn to them like anyone else would. The Devil blood in her body surged, heating her. The Fallen Angel called to her blood as surely as the half-breed did. However, her face and body depicted no such reactions as she knelt before a blank alter, one meant for the worship of prayer rather than just a singular god. Jack leaped off her shoulder to sit beside her, keeping the other two within view as Switch closed her eyes and let the emotions and scents of the two creatures flow into her. However, they could not diminish the calm and peace and acceptance that emanated from the temple walls and soaked into her skin.​

 

[Tinian]

Iris felt the tightness of her eyes give away to the mocking insult. That which denied her faith, diminished it in all itâ??s glory. Oneâ??s faith was simply oneâ??s business and the man, this being, had no right to simply laugh out loud at her. Carefully, and while inhaling softly, she felt the corner of her eyes relax back into their natural and flawless position as she continued to stare at him. He was testing her. Changing the subject and presenting the question that had been posed to her so many times before. Atheist or what have you. Sheâ??s heard them all. The numerous directions religion or faith could take a person. Iris felt a sudden chill race through her body. Her perfect and smaller frame when compared to this manâ??s. If he were a seeker, a hunter of run away slaves, then he truly was taking his time in capturing her and returning her to the slave training camp. How crude and annoying. To play with oneâ??s â??foodâ?? of sorts. Iris began to part her lips. If he wished for an explanation then she would surely grant him one. However, the moment she began to speak, not even a syllable was able to leak out as she watched him near her. Carefully, and with much caution, she stepped back. The middle of her back hitting the top portion of the supporting anchor for the heavy statue above. His feet, her Saviors, walking safely against the back of her head. The impression meant something immediately. Caution. She had to be careful. For something was about to happen. In her bones and her soul, she could feel it.

Iris quickly sealed her lips. No longer reminiscing in the unspoken words but, instead, observing the man in silence as he began his display. A set of wings, much like those that she held in secret, sprawled out from his back. The colors, those threatening hues, triggered something of importance to her. They were not pallid like her own. They were the opposite hue. Did they relish in the shade of evil? They had to of! Those eyes, his eyes, would silently spread it all. He was evil. But how to escape? How to avoid this man? A distraction. Again, she parted her lips before that choir of angels spread forth, taunting his lobes and forcing him to ease into her own seduction. â??Regardless of what my story is, or what I believe, good sir, you still have not answered my question. What is this opportunity you speak of?â? Just as she finished her sentence she pushed her hands back behind her and gave her shoulders a slight fall. Soon, and with ease, the white robe slid from her frame. Revealing the true and smaller frame. A perfect void that would be easy to break if they could just get past her soul. There, was a simple white skirt and a matching white corset. The top of the corset only relished in her beautiful breast as they were pushed up and stood at full attention. A distraction indeed!

Quickly, she glanced back behind her, as if offering her body to the man in front of her, for just a moment. Her blue eyes traced over the statue behind her for a brief moment as she mouthed the following word; Amen. Quickly, and with much ease without the use of restraints being used as they normally would have been to keep her in one place, she released a pair of wings. Those Heavenly orbs focusing back on the man, and the being who just entered, in silence, behind him. She appeared peaceful enough but so did this man, at one time. "Hmm..." She didn't have time. Her own visage of being mortal corrupted and awaking as something more. It was no longer a fifty fifty split, this genetic makeup of hers. No, she had more angelic features then the normal hybrid. Pallid and beautiful. They flew out and before she could turn her head to watched the being in front of her, she was air borne. The flutter of her wings, the chilled wing moving through each feature as she was lifted upwards and over him, was welcomed greatly. Her escape, this is what she had been looking for! With ease, she made her way over the man and out of the already opened doors, heading to the outside of the chapel. Once she made it into the air, she would be free. A simple, and yet mischievous smile due to her achievement, placed itself across her soft and perfect lips. â??Ciao Bello! Perhaps next time you can farther explain yourself? That is, if we meet again.â? That angelic tone rose across any other present noise at the time, still tracing itâ??s way around his ear lobes and deep into his own soul. A taunting of sorts and yet, she was proud.

 

[Loki-sama]

"Oh we will, sooner than you think." His lips would form into a cruel smirk before he placed his hands in the pockets of his millitary jacket and with a single flick of his wings was skyward towards the roof of the temple, but just before he would impact with it, he flickered out of sight. Reappearing over the roof of the temple now, he floated in the sky, watching as she flew. Hmm... This one has a little spirit to her... I like it. He thought, bringing his hand to slowly cover half of his face while he smirked maliciously at the departing hybrid. She seemed to have forgotten that he was still a full-blooded angel. Even on her best day she was not at his level.

Thoiugh he remembered the glimpse he got of the lovely little body she had. Normally, such an abomination would be seen as something he wanted to destroy. It reminded him of humanity, the spoiled children given everything they wanted by the gods because of sympathy. However, this lovely little abomination stirred something darker in him. He didn't want to destroy her. Not in the physical sense. No, he wanted to use her as an example to these gods what the meek will truly inherit. Yes, this would be his perverse revenge against the ones who cast him out.

Shifting in the air he flicked his wings and began to fly towards her, giving chase on those powerful raven's wings. "Well, now how can I explain myself when you retreat?" He added snarkily.

 

[Tinian]

“Bloody fool!” Iris called out behind her as her smaller frame continued to be dragged onwards by the graceful pull of her wings. The freedom of flying. It was the only thing that the mortals, those that shared only half of her genes, could not take away from her. Perhaps it was because they couldn’t catch her once she made her way towards the Heavens. Of course, she was never allowed to set foot through the holy gates but flying gave her the illusion that, maybe, she was up close enough to hear her mother’s torment. To feel the peace roaming through her own soul at being so close to her natural home. Yes, she sometimes imagined her mother’s torment, the screams of pain from her internal punishment(s) but they were also there to teach her a lesson. To never fall in love nor to get to close to anyone. Much like this poor sap that was still following her. “That’s just it, Bellisimo. We will never converse the ends to your explanation nor the assumption that you constantly make. We’re not meant to meet.” She spoke out, that angelic choir of a voice flowing freely, just as free as she was at the moment, through the air before reaching his ear lobes.

A smirk rendered itself along her perfect lips as she continued forward in her flight. A sudden lean to the left, at the immense speed she was traveling at, caused her form to do a twirl, a flip, in mid air before continuing on it’s normal path. Farther and farther away from the perusing man. She gained that safe distance. She knew, and had heard of the trackers but none that were like her. None that were beautiful and had the capability to fly. Her mind began to wonder but remained free enough to allow her to fly away from him. How was he so beautiful and swift? How did he even have wings if he was not a tracker? What else did he want? “Why don’t you give up and leave me alone?” The long white skirt flowed freely behind her body, engulfing her important parts so they would not show when he peered upwards. The lavishing wings broke free. The welcomed air moving through each feather. Coursing over her collar bone as even her shoulders were left bate from the matching white corset. Regardless of who he was, she would not give in. She would not start running. She heard stories of trickery from other slaves. Moments of weakness. If she were to stop, ask questions, it may be the end of her freedom. Something she was not ready to give up yet. “Give up you, fool! You’re wasting both our times!”

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Switch hadn't been praying as adamantly as her posture and quiet composure represented. Even with her eyes closed and her head bowed in the slightest, she was paying attention to the emotional grid she could see through Jack's eyes as he stared at the pair as they darted up and away, though not far enough. Once they rose high above the ground, Switch rose to her own feet and turned, her eyes focusing on the heavens that they were headed towards. Jack leaped onto a statue to get a better view as his orange eye turned to black as he focused. He could see and read them, channeling his sight into Switch's like a radio. It was all very amusing. Smiling lightly to herself, she adjusted her hat a bit before leaving back against the blank alter. The half-breed flying high above had no idea what chased her and the Devil couldn't help but smile in morbid delight. No, the little angel was going to be caught and there was nothing the girl would be able to do about it. The black-winged creature was determined to catch her, as far as she knew and Jack could read.

Reaching into one of the pockets hidden within her skirts, she removed a pack of cigarettes and put a black one to her lips, the tip igniting as soon as the end of it touched her lips. A puff of color-changing smoke escaped her lips as she exhaled, still focusing on the sky. She turned her face to look at Jack, who mewed and rolled his shoulders in a parody of a shrug. How...interesting. Taking another drag from the black cigarette, she exhaled orange and yellow smoke that changed into green before dissipating. Was a fight going to break out? Or was the Fallen one going to try and make the other angel his little fuck toy? She was quiet curious in her silence to know what the outcome would be.​

 

[Loki-sama]

"We'll see about that!" Vermillion chuckled loudly from behind. His wings flapped and then opened, stopping him in flight. He plucked a glowing feather from his left wing. The nimbus around it was dark in the center while light outlined it. Holding it in his hand he brought his other hand over it, extended outward. As he slowly parted them, the handle of a whip and the smooth, black length of it began to form in front of him, ending in a wicked spiked barb. He coiled the smoothness of the length of it in his hand as he gave it a couple of test snaps to illicit a loud hissing snap. The barbed end apparently having a hole so it made quite a disturbing sound that filled the air.

With renewed viciousness he began pursuit yet again. When he got a certain distance he lashed out with the whip in his right hand, the hissing snap would be the precursor to what would feel ike a sharp shear of wind that would aim straight for her wings. If it scared a hit, it would likely feel as if it'd been struck solidly. Not a crippling blow, but one that would no doubt damage her flying ability. Even a near miss would likely mess with the air around her perhaps causing her to lose a little speed. Either way, Verm was planning on catching this little hybrid, and he was as tireless as any angel in the Chorus.

 

[Tinian]

Another twirl in midair escaped from her form as she leaned this time to the right. The being, this angelic beauty, still remained behind her. Her wings continued their flapping rhythm as her heart began to take on the tension. She loved flying and did it often but never to this extreme. Already, she was beginning to slow. The unused, the lack of constant exercise, muscles of her wings showed her fatigued as her chest began to rise and fall. In front of her was a green blur. A top of a tall pine trees. Quickly, she leaned to the left to avoid the random object in her track. â??Concentrate!â? She whispered to herself as a reminder. She needed to focus more on the path of which she was flying and not on the man that was chasing her. The best way to escape someone was to keep an eye forward. As of late, she was neglecting just that.

While Iris missed the display of the being removing one of his feathers, a glowing one, she lowered her speed at a familiar sound. Almost stopping as if to test the validity for the noise she just heard. Thereâ??s no way he had what she just heard. The threatening whip across the air. The piercing sound that made her frame shiver in the middle of flight. A whipâ?¦he had one. She heard it. She knew itâ??s sound by heart. Being a run away slave, and growing up in a training camp, would confirm this noise. â??Noâ?¦â? She quickened her pace. A mistake in and of itâ??s own. The wind moved freely through her long and white tendrils, trailing behind her, as she tried to evade the possible whipping. The painful memory that crept through her mind was full of pain. The quickly healing scars along her back, that healed long ago, still remained on the inside.

Iris shivered slightly as she felt the middle of her wings ache slightly. The reminiscence of the first, and the following, whippings that she received were recalled as she quickened her pace. One flap after the other. Caring her off of into the chilling air. Such precision. Such elegance. A description that would fail her. The whipping sound continued. Coming at her from behind. Growing louder until she felt the dramatic shift in the wind. Throwing her off and at the sped she was going it damaged her elegant moment. Instead, she appeared like a dead bird falling from above. Falling straight down and back to the ground. Even then, as she tried, she couldnâ??t regain her position. Her perfect flying form. She failed at it. Iris continued to fall straight down, heading towards the ground. Her wings fought to gain control as her arms and legs began to flail. â??No! NO!â? Her voice rang out in panic as she neared the ground below. Even as angelic as it could sound, it faltered and rose with fear.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

To interfere or not interfere? That was the question that rolled around in her brain as she stood smoking her cigarette. Jack and her vanished from sight, their bodies rippling like the disturbed surface of a lake before they disappeared. The pair reappeared on the ground by the temple, watching the cat-and-mouse routine with detachment. Jack mewled as he felt the pain the suddenly whipped through the half-breed angel, some remembrance, no doubt. The crack of the whip sent shivers down Switch's spine as she watched it fly towards the retreating woman. The Fallen had the upper hand as the woman began to slow in her flight before increasing her pace, tsk, tsk. This was not going to work out very well at all. So the question remained: to assist or not to assist? To help or not to help? Her Devil blood surged with the idea of letting the little fool drop to the ground and splatter, but knew that the Fallen would catch her. However, the conscience inside her beckoned that she help. Grudgingly, Jack agreed with her conscience.

Taking a heavy drag, Switch stepped four feet forward and six to the left, checking her position before looking up to see the woman spiraling out of control. She had to admit, that girl needed to learn to fly better or try it out more often. What a disgrace. Letting out a green puff of air that changed to red, the Devil half-breed opened up her arms and braced her knees, seeing the woman falling faster and faster towards the ground. The new question was whether Switch would be the one to catch her, or the Fallen. How....interesting.​

 

[Loki-sama]

Verm smirked as he made a lash with the whip that caught it's mark, clipping the little hybrid from her flight and sending her to the ground like a veritable Icarus. He also noticed another being on the ground attempting to catch her. Oh, no, no, no... This would not do at all. He wasn't going to have his vengeance against the Heavens interrupted or perturbed. Aiming another strike, he would open his wings to catch more air currents in a swoop to catch the hybrid. Meanwhile, he hoped to catch her before she made it to the clutches of the strange woman on the ground. Who was this and why were they meddling in this?! Those were questions for another time though. He would indeed have words for that one. At the moment, his efforts were focused on the hybrid spiraling to the ground.

He'd noticed she'd momentarily paused when he tested the whip. Something that only those who were slaves or at one time were under bondage did. It brought a smirk to his lips that she reacted thus. He was really going to have to catch this one. Perhaps he'd found himself a new toy indeed!

 

[Tinian]

Down. Down. Down. She was, indeed, spiraling out of control. The smaller tress that were, or remained a mere unimportant void in there atmosphere around her, were becoming quite clear. Closer. The expression on her otherwise porcelain face was filled with fright and uncertainty. The thought of pain, and the shivering that she was still facing from the whip, echoed through her reaction as she neared the ground below. Had the whip hit her? Had she just been punished by a man she didnâ??t even know? Iris, who was normally calm in extreme situations, was trying to pose questions through her mind but failed as the true terror crept through the realization of what could possibly occur; death.

â??Noâ?¦noâ?¦â? Her voiced faded out as soon took in the sight of someone, a female, below her. The otherâ??s arms were open as if they were getting ready to catch her. Had they, the flying being and this female below, been on the same team? The same female Iris saw praying inside the chapel? Either way, it was something Iris didnâ??t want to face. Couldnâ??t face. Being captured, whipped again? Or the threat of death. Irisâ??s chest continued to rise and fall with an uneven pace. Internally she was freaking out. Over heating with the anxiety of being captured. Again, she heard the sound coming from behind her as she plummeted towards the ground below. Her long white skirt flowed securely around her frame and behind her.

Iris shook her head, the fright vanishing from her face for a moment, her expressions blank as she tried to gain the control back with her wings. Falling at the speed she was, and not use to controlling the nature in which she was falling, falling being the one thing she never had done before, Iris forced out one of her wings outwards. It was too late. Not only did she not gain the control and work her way out of the fall but she soon found her wing being forced back far enough that it caused her to cringe before she brought the limb back and closer to her body, holding it there with both her hands as she continued to fall. Suddenly, Iris landed hard against something. Something catching her and tucking her close to a body. The landing, however, felt as though she smacked against the wall. Iris inhaled deeply before glancing up to see it. Him. The being that had been following her. â??Youâ?¦â? her words forced themselves out at her Heavenly blue orbs took in his image. He truly was beautiful. But even in this beauty she couldnâ??t be captured. â??Put me down. I have places to go.â? She had hoped her excuse sounded legit enough to have him put her down so she can walk away from this situation. Finish living her life out in peace and freedom.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Damn.

She thought to herself when the Fallen moved and caught the falling maiden. She had seen the look of terror on the woman's face, the look of utter delight and darkness on the male's face as they both spiraled, she out of control and he with grace. Jack yowled, mimicking her conscience who was telling her to get her ass up into the air and separate the two. Something was wrong in this picture. But was it really her business to interfere? No blood had been shed, even though the other had been thrown off balance. But if she let the male take the half-breed with him, would she stay in one piece? Probably not. The woman was terrified after all. Brushing some hair from her neck, she unlocked her knees and stood up straighter, tipping her head back to look up at the two as she smoked. This would be interesting as she tuned into their words. Lovely, she wanted to be let go. Not so lovely, she felt the male intended to keep her. Letting out a puff of black air that faded into white before dissipating, she sighed and looked to Jack.

I cannot interfere.

His thoughts told her. She sighed with a blank stare before she looked up to the sky. Great, just peachy. If the girl needed help, they wouldn't be able to do anything unless she asked for help. Lightly rubbing her left eye, she tapped the ash off the tip of her cigarette with her other hand before staring at the scene before her with a faintly disgruntled look.​

 

[Loki-sama]

(( Post got eaten a couple of times. Sorry if it seems a little jumbled. ))

"Why yes, you do have places to go." The fallen muse said, unable to hide the chuckle in his voice as he continued to carry away the angelic hybrid. He could vaguely sense the other one watching him as he flew away. She would be dealt with later. Right now, he was going to have a little fun with this little abomination. How dare this little pauper of an angel talk to him in such a way. He was at one time ranked with the angels that watched over and judged the successes or failures of entire nations of people. This little... anomaly was born from a human and an angel. Something that should not have been.

And yet, looking into those rebellious eyes he felt the need to break them of that glare. They reminded him of what he'd been judged for and sent to this world from above as punishment to reside amongst. His painted lips curved in a cruel smirk and those icy blue eyes looked at her with unfettered malice. He would show them what he thought of man. The meek will inherit nothing, but the right to lick his boots! Finding a suitable spot. Coincidentally, another temple not too far where he took up residence, he decided to grant her one of her requests. "Put you down you say? I'll gladly oblige that." He said, as he brought her to the hole in the roof of the temple and unceremoniously dropped her to the floor. Coming to land not too far from her, his whip in hand. Making sure she didn't get too far.

The temple he'd dropped her looked like a lot of European-style churches. With pews and altar and an risen section where the preacher and his associates would sit. Though many of the pews were demolished or overturned. The altar itself looked old and ravaged. The only thing that still looked untouched was the statue at the altar dedicated to the gods of this land.

"It used to be my purpose to inspire humanity with the courage and the knowledge to aspire to greater things. To help some nations prosper and bring others to their knees." The fallen muse lilted in it's soft, melodious voice, but there was venom in those words. "Until then I asked myself: These... humans, who serve him. They constantly sin and fall short of the grace, and yet they are more revered by him than us who always walk in his light and grace. If such is true, then why are we helping them?" He would say, slowly stalking her. "They sin, they create false gods, they commit adultery and covet each others possessions, and yet they are the ones who will inherit?!" The fallen one spat, lashing forward with his whip at her. Then he smirked.

"He cast me out, because I questioned why humanity shall inherit the realms while we simply serve them and watch over them." He opened his arms. "This world is meant to be my prison." He called loudly, but then he knelt by her and chortled. His eyes closing with the mirth in his tone. "But you know what? I see it like this. I'm not imprisoned on this land with you, but you with me. And we're going to become the best of friends." He said, those eyes alight with the dark intentions in them. If it wasn't obvious enough, this angel clearly was not interested in being friends with her.

 

[Tinian]

“That is exactly what I said…do you not listen when you are spoken to?” The hybrid managed to quirk a simple brow at the chuckle that was escaping the man’s lips. For some reason, his dark nature did little to enable trust in him. The way he carried her as they flew through the air. The image of the whip being cracked in her direction and throwing her flight pattern off. She was so close in getting away and yet he couldn’t just let her go. Was he a hunter? Someone that would return her back to the slave camps? No, there was no way he could have known she was a slave. No one did and she planned on leaving it that way.

Iris manages to break her heavenly blue orbs from the man’s. His orbs, much like hers, held a serene beauty to them. That much, she could tell. However, he hid that beauty behind a harsh glare. A passion that spewed hatred out through the very iris’s and poised them into Iris’s soul. She would have shuddered if she knew the man carrying her would not feel it. A sign of weakness, perhaps, but she would never give him the satisfaction of finding a flaw within her otherwise perfect frame. Her mind, her thoughts even, appeared perfect if someone could read them. Perhaps a bit rebellious but that would, these thoughts would, belong to any run away slave who knew, or believed, that they were better off free. She was too precious of a creature to be ruled by another. For someone to own her would be a mark against God himself and she knew it.

They continued to fly through the air. An aroma seeping through her nostrils; danger. Something wasn’t right here. He should have dropped her moments ago and, yet, he was still holding her. Then he spoke. “It’s about time. I prefer to walk on my own, thank you.” Just as she finished the sentence they were emerging within a hole and into another temple. Moving from one temple to the next made her a bit uneasy but it did get her farther away from where she once was. Making her escape from the slave camp even farther without the use of much energy on her part. Through the hole and landing, Iris felt her frame fall onto the ground as the once strong arms that held her removed themselves from cradling her frame. She landed with a harsh thud before standing straight up and dusting her frame off. From there, she glanced up at the man and spoke. “How dare…” Her words would fall short the reality, and the presence, of the whip within his hand came into her actual perspective. “Who are you…and what do you want?” Her tone had changed greatly but even she knew a whip when she saw one.

Slowly, she began to back up. Her hands placing themselves along the top of each pew as she walked backwards one step at a time. His voice, though passionate, rang through her ears with a threatening poison to them. Her eyes, those precious blue hues, narrowed in a threatening stare as she continued her movements backwards as he continued to ramble on. His lips held still for a moment as he flicked his wrist. A loud crack echoed through out the silent temple from the pressure erupting at the end of the whip. The Hybrid had jumped back once more. Her eyes, for a split second, widening and showing a slight bit of fear before they fell back into their narrowing state. She hated whips. Especially this one since it was the same one that previously took her down in mid flight. Iris continued moving backwards as she began to speak herself. “You’re mad. If anything, you should be using that whip against those who try to own another.” She paused for a moment and continued her backwards steps, one foot at a time as she continued her speech. “I will not be your friend! I will be nothing to you except a minor memory.” With that, Iris turned around in a swift movement and began to spread her large white wings before taking a leap and beginning her flight once more. She didn’t know this man, nor his intents, but she knew neither were less then malice.

 

[Loki-sama]

That slight bit of fear amongst all the pride the little hybrid tried to show was quite visible to the fallen one. He found it to be quite sweet, as he tasted it on the air between them a moment before she tried to make for a retreat once again. He'd have none of that. "Nuh, uh-uh! Where do you think you're going? The fun's just about to begin!" He'd crack his whip at her back as she tried to take flight. Aiming for just above central mass with the supple weapon. The barb would likely catch on the center of her back between her wings, targeting the muscles that flexed those appendages. If he were off, he'd end up with the whip hitting her in her shoulder, or lower, he'd likely hit the small of her back. Either way, he planned to stop her from taking flight to escape yet again." Truth be told. Vermillion's intentions were not nice at all. He wanted revenge against those who took him away from grace, and he'd have it in the form of humiliating one of their devoted followers.

 

[Tinian]

Quickly, her long white tendrils began to wisp across her delicate skin as she turned her body with the entirety to take flight. Her only escape. As the form, still dressed in the bare essentials, turned and spread her wings, a loud cracking sound screamed out behind her. A mere second, before the initial contact, would dig up several memories, all racing across her mind at once, about her earlier slave days. Growing up and being trained. Forced to serve and the sexual things they made her do, the humiliating things that angel’s should never do to another fully mortal being. Then it came. The familiar and stinging pain. The slash across her back right in between the wing span and up against the powerful muscles that controlled her flight. A loud cry of pain echoed the empty church, besides the two who were residing there at the moment, as she fell to her knees.

A pain that would paralyze anyone and force them into a submissive act. Not her. Not here and not now. Slowly, with the help of an nearby bench, Iris forced herself upwards by using her hands alone. Slowly, her wings began to retreat into the confines, the protection, of her flesh. Disappearing but ripping the forced wound slightly even more so as her back stretched a bit from the intake of the sudden limbs. Another cry of discomfort escaped her beautifully designed lips as her wings finished and as she stood. Still, she continued to gather the energy as panic took over her. If he was whipping her then he must know what she is/was?

From there, she glanced her narrowed and Heavenly blue orbs over her shoulder while inhaling and exhaling so deep that her chest rose and fell with each breath. Quickly, she moved one step forward at a time, motioning for the escape through the front door. Flying was out of the question but an escape on foot was not.

 

[Loki-sama]

The end of one of his painted lips turned in a smirk at the hesitation before the impact of his whip. His lips parted with a realization that came to mind based on her reactions. A beaten dog will flinch before it's hit by it's master. This one seemed to flinch every time he cracked his whip. Could it be that this little hybrid was once some slave? It would certainly be fitting, and it explained a lot. "Ooh, I think I'm starting to understand now," he said, cracking the whip once again, aiming for her legs this time. He hoped to simply entangle one of her ankles and pull it out from under her to cause her to fall, but if he scored a hit with the pointed end, he was sure it'd have about the same results. "Let me guess? Some slave trollop birthed you when some angel who wasn't careful spilled his seed inside of her. She swallowed the load into her womb rather than what she should have in her mouth?" The fallen angel said with malice.

"I've seen your kind before. I've at times had to make one of you rise against the powers that bind you and to start revolutions." Verm said as he continued to stalk the hybrid. "You seek freedom? Heheh, only those with the ability to seize what they desire deserve freedom. You're a dog on a leash who's run from her master, and I intend to claim that leash for myself."

 

[Tinian]

Again, the loud and piercing noise of the whip cast out all noise and shadowed her very movements. A slight shudder from the sound only validated her planned escape; her running to the entrance. The door, up a head, however, was greatly damaged. Off the hinges and blocked by a few of the pews that were stacked up on top of another one before it. Effort was wasted on her part for the sheer fact that her moving, the energy put forth in the running away, would falter. Another crack of the whip came from behind her. This time, just as before, it made contact. However, no pain was delivered but it would lead to some sort of pain, she could feel it. Wrapping itself around her ankle, and noting this man, this being’s, ability to strike a target perfectly, caused her to fall face forward. Leaving her back side fully exposed and the previous marking along her body facing up.

Carefully, she bent around and tried to removed the whip from her ankle. There, before her, was the same type of flying being that she shared something in common with. Stating his theory, as that’s all it truly was, a mere theory, on what had happened to her as a child, her make up, and her birth. “You truly are a fool if you believe that. What happened to me at birth is none of your concern and your theory is just as ignorant as you are. Now let me go! I’ve had enough of your games!”

His words, laced with malice, pierced her soul and heart deeper then anything had in a while. She was use to being talked down to but this being had a way of pushing even that. NO matter, she had a front to keep, to place on in front of all that wished to stop or punish her. This time, it would be a deceiving front that would make the angelic being assume he was wrong. “Freedom is mine just as it is yours! I am not a dog and my leash, regardless of it I have one or not, will never be yours! I demand that you let me go and leave me be! NOW!” Her voice rose as did her aggravation level.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Switch had waited long enough. She was not going to sit idle any longer. Tossing her cigarette to the ground as it simmered into nothingness, she stared back at Jack, her eyes asking whether he was going to follow or not. She didn't care at this point. With a sigh and a roll of his different colored eyes, he called upon his demonic ability to fly. Little demon wings sprouted from his back as he took flight ahead of her to survey the area. After all, Switch was his charge. The young half-breed smiled at her 'guardian' as she stood still for awhile longer until she felt that flash of awareness that she was needed whether for good or bad. Her demonic blood boiled as she closed her eyes and gasped, the tear of fabric echoing through the forest. Because she was the heir of Lucifer himself, she bore her own set of wings, which she usually hid away from the world. But flying the distance to the other temple would be easier than running, even at full-speed. Black wing tips slid out from her shoulders, moving quickly until at full length. They were velvet black in color with translucent purple membranes. The tips were sharp and dagger like and could be used as weapons, but still, her wings weren't unbreakable as was with all winged beings.

With a few flaps of her powerful wings, she took flight, following the scent trail of the two angels. It was easy for a demon to track such a delicious scent, even half of one. It didn't take long for the duo to land at the busted up entrance of the temple. But that was no way to keep her out. She lifted her sword from its place at her side, the blade gleaming wickedly. She should have grabbed her other one, but there hadn't been time. Besides, it would come on its own. Jack yowled at her and she glared at him before swinging the blade, the door and whatever obstacles getting sliced in half. As the pieces of wood fell to the sides and the soft moon light beamed in, she looked upon the scene before her with gleaming reddish eyes. In the dark, her eyes were red, a trait from her father, she supposed. Her wings fluttered before pressing against her back as she looked upon the pair with a flash of intrigue and interest.

"Would you please inform me what the Devil you might be doing, Fallen?"

She grinned at her little pun as she looked at the Fallen angel, taken in slightly by his good looks. And his malicious attitude...it made the devil in her throb with desire and ache to smack that look off his face. Her voice was even-toned, but if she wasn't careful, it would start to purr with venom and lust. The evil within her drank in the dark energy and she felt herself starting to give over to the darker part of herself. Looking upon the practically helpless half-angel, she felt some sympathy, but more than ever, she wanted to fight the Fallen Angel and see if she could...tame him.​

 

[Loki-sama]

The crash of splintering wood and debris from the destruction of the door and the entrance of the other being whom he'd seen at the other temple caused Verm to merely roll his eyes in disgust. This one again?! he thought, keeping a firm grip on the whip who's end was still wrapped around Iris's ankle. He gave a tug, pulling her closer to him as he continued to stalk the hybrid, while answering Switch's question. "What am I doing?" He said, bringing a hand to his chest. while still holding the whip firmly in his grasp. Iris would find the whip much like a snake, getting tighter the more struggled to remove it's grasp. The same other hand would point at Switch. "You are interrupting me staking my claim to this little runaway here." He said giving the whip another tug, pulling Iris to him.

He looked to this woman, his cruel cerulean eyes narrowing as he looked over her aura... Demonic. With a trace of something else... This too was another hybrid. An interesting one. And what was this other familiar power he sensed with it... He'd been focused on the angelic hybrid and didn't really read it at first, but now that she had part of his attention he could sense it. "Why do you care about the welfare of this runaway slave? I sense demon in you... And another presence as well..." The Nephilim said, bringing hsi free hand to curl a strand of silver around his painted fingernail as he looked her over from head to toe and back. It was something of a feminine gesture, but despite the fact, the lookin those cruel blue eyes was purely masculine.

"Be that as it may. If you turn yourself around and leave me to have my fun with this one as I am within rights to, then I'll forget I ever saw you and we'll no cross paths again, but if you seek to further interrupt me then," The end of his lip quirked in a cruel smirk mirrored with the flash of icy blue in his eyes as he licked his painted lips slowly. "Then I won't mind having two playthings this evening."

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"And how is she yours to claim, hm? Fallen ones have no claim to anything."

She said with a blank expression, though her blood boiled with the urge to bite and taste. Devil as she was, her inner self craved the sweet taste of angel blood. She had bitten an enemy angel during some...tryst , and the taste had never left her, even though it had been fifty years since. Her body hummed with dark energy, some of which was radiating off the Fallen. The helpless emotions of the other, the half-breed, made her mortal side wish to fight in order to help. It was rare when she warred within herself, but she had a steady compromise lined up. If she felt the need to try to...claim them both, in a way. The Fallen would be hard to conquer, but the little voice in her head told her that if she could make him submit...A shiver passed over her, but she remained still in composure as she allowed her heeled boots to hit the marble beneath her feet as they carried her a few steps forward. Why was she reacting in such a way? Like a succubus on the prowl? She didn't understand it. She never heeded to anything sexual in nature, never reacted. And this was hardly a sexual situation! Jack yowled disapprovingly and she rolled her now velvet red eyes.

She shrugged as he deduced that she was demonic in nature. But she quirked a brow when he said that there was another presence that surrounded her. The only other presence she could think of would be her grandfather, but he would never admit he had helped in fathering her. She listened to the Fallen speak and shrugged her shoulders as she lit up another cigarette, showing how bored she was with him already, even if it wasn't necessarily true. She was the best when it came to masking herself, and now was no different, though more difficult. Jack's wings had vanished when he stepped behind her and into the temple. He now paced about her legs leisurely, occasionally rubbing up against her calf. She blew out a puff of smoke that changed from blue to pink before fading as she looked at the Fallen and then the half-breed. She ignored the Fallen altogether as she looked upon Iris.

"If you wish to be freed, you have to ask for help."

She said with another soft shrug. She didn't expect the little woman to ask for anything but to be released from the Fallen. Which is exactly what she was looking forward to.​