âHeaven or Hell, begone!â yelled Bartiel Onyx, panting. Bartiel Onyx, child of a martial artist woman who studied in china. Humans weren't supposed to be able to fend off demons, but he did. It took effort, and he barely survived, but he'd been attacked by this hellish...he didn't know what. It looked like a woman, but it showed far more strength than any man or woman. And he chased it off. Panting, Bartiel leaned against a tree, clutching a wound on his side, groaning. At eighteen years old, he'd just gotten into college, moved to this new town, and this happened.
Waiting until he chased the demon off, Bartiel kept his eyes hard and focused, until they suddenly softened. âDamn it all to hell,â he mumbled, collapsing in the park, drenched and muddy, groaning painfully as he passed out. The rain poured around his unconcious form as he passed out.
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âAnd I was attacked by a man in the park,â he said in the commons at school, talking to one of his friends, a young man named Ryuuichi. Ryuu simply nodded, eating his pizza slice as he listened to Bartiel's story. Really 'man' was wrong on two accounts; both the gender and the species. âSo why aren't you sick if you spent half an hour in the park bleeding? Isn't your wound infected?â Ryuuichi asked. Bartiel shook his head. âNaw, I sliced it open with a knife and disinfected the everliving fuck out of it,â he commented with a grin.
Bartiel Onyx was a robust young man; at six foot one, he stood tall and proud. Bright green eyes were accentuated by their almond shape and the glasses that loosely hung on them. His fashion sense was quirky, wearing a pair of hakama-style pants and a tight tank-top with a pair of leather gloves. Bright red hair fell almost to his waist as he ate his lunch, glancing at the clock. He had a couple hours until he had to go to his Art Theory class.
Still, he had that demon attack in his mind. How...unusual...a demon attack. He didn't even think they existed, but sure enough, he had survived one. He'd have to talk to a priest, or...something.
Waiting until he chased the demon off, Bartiel kept his eyes hard and focused, until they suddenly softened. âDamn it all to hell,â he mumbled, collapsing in the park, drenched and muddy, groaning painfully as he passed out. The rain poured around his unconcious form as he passed out.
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âAnd I was attacked by a man in the park,â he said in the commons at school, talking to one of his friends, a young man named Ryuuichi. Ryuu simply nodded, eating his pizza slice as he listened to Bartiel's story. Really 'man' was wrong on two accounts; both the gender and the species. âSo why aren't you sick if you spent half an hour in the park bleeding? Isn't your wound infected?â Ryuuichi asked. Bartiel shook his head. âNaw, I sliced it open with a knife and disinfected the everliving fuck out of it,â he commented with a grin.
Bartiel Onyx was a robust young man; at six foot one, he stood tall and proud. Bright green eyes were accentuated by their almond shape and the glasses that loosely hung on them. His fashion sense was quirky, wearing a pair of hakama-style pants and a tight tank-top with a pair of leather gloves. Bright red hair fell almost to his waist as he ate his lunch, glancing at the clock. He had a couple hours until he had to go to his Art Theory class.
Still, he had that demon attack in his mind. How...unusual...a demon attack. He didn't even think they existed, but sure enough, he had survived one. He'd have to talk to a priest, or...something.