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Angel

He woke up feeling sick, and jumped out of bed as he noticed a body next to him. Regretting that move as his head threatened to explode, Angel recalled - the drinking, the talking, Mark, gun, demons, Nieeve.. Violeta. He closed his eyes.
"Fuck," he muttered, quiet enough so Mark can't hear - though he was as good as dead when asleep, especially after the night such as last - and left the room, not bothering to find a shirt that would go with pants.

He gently knocked on Violeta's door, realizing it's already almost noon.
"Vi?" He called softly, getting no response. "Violeta, open the door."
"Go away!" He hear her voice, muffled as if she had her face stuck in the pillow. He frowned, ready to yell, and remembered what he did. Suck it up, he told to himself, and act nicely today. He tried pushing the door and figured they were locked.
"Violeta, love, let me in." Right now.
"I said, go away!" She yelled this time, and there was a soft bump as something hit the door from the other side. Angel fisted his hands.
"Open. The bloody. Door. Now."
No voice came back in answer, so he turned, walked to his coat and pulled out a gun, shooting at the lock of Violeta's room. He regretted that decision as well, pretty sure he can't have a worse headache than he had that moment.

She laid on her bed, under blankets, curled and covering her ears, and almost desperately pulled herself away as he sat on the bed. He put his hand on the other side of her, stopping her from moving, and she inhaled a trebling breath.
"Please, go, Angel," she said silently. "I can't talk to you now, I need my time alone."
He hated that tone - better said, he hated himself for making her use it.
"I won't hurt you," he said, leaving his hand hovering over her hair and not really daring to touch her. He never hurt her physically like that before. He made her cry, mad, desperate, suicidal, homicidal, but never this afraid of him and in physical pain.
"I thought so yesterday too," she whispered, closing her eyes as he finally decided to stroke her hair. "I can't take it anymore, Angel. I love you, but I can't. I'll leave today."
He squeezed the sheets with his right hand, but left stayed calm on Violeta's head. She never before told him that that directly. She was sad and he knew she hated him sometimes, but she never before said she wanted to break up.
"No," he said slowly, doing his best to not sound like giving an order. "You will not leave. If you really want it, I will. But you will never see me like this, then. If I leave now, next time we meet one of us will kill the other. And I'm not going to be the one to hesitate."

He left her with those words, and he was pretty sure she cried. He didn't really want to leave. He liked the old opera house they lived in, even though it wasn't very taken care of and he could easily imagine it being jointed by a ghost of some dead actor who's body still laid somewhere in the house, and he loved her when he was able to. No.. He loved her even when he was as he was last night, but it was somewhat different kind of love. He needed her. He needed her to react to what he does, to fear when he wants her to be afraid, to cry when he wants to see her tears, to scream his name when he wants to hear it - and to forgive him. She'd always forgive him.

Mark entered the living room as Angel made himself coffee, and grabbed a bottle of rum. Frowning, Angel took it from his hand as Mark sat down, pouring a little in his coffee.
"Try eating something first," he muttered, and Mark arched his eyebrow.
"What's with the attitude?"
Angel met his eyes.
"What's up with the attitude? You got me drunk, again-"
"The cognac was yours, though."
"... and I woke up next you, again, and my girlfriend hates me. Also, touch her again and I will kill you before you get time to say that rune of yours. And for heaven's sake, I won't let you drink all of the alcohol in my house."
Mark seemed to be struggling not to laugh out loud, giggling at Angel's expression.
"But.. You got the alcohol out in the first place."
"It's called welcoming an old friend," Angel replied. And that's not the point. And if you're to stay here, I won't let you get drunk all the time."
"Let's take it one step at the time. I'll gladly stay here. The alcohol isn’t a necessity, don’t fret." Mark slapped Angel on the rump and walked out into the kitchen.

Angel left to his room, smiling for himself. I might as well act like leaving. I might as well leave for real. What's taking her so long, she should have been crying and begging me to stay by now.
He pulled out a random suit out of his closet, jumping of surprise as she hugged him from behind. He checked her hands on his chest, just to make sure it is really her.
"What do you want?" He muttered. Go ahead, tell me it was you who was wrong.
She rested her head on his back, and he could feel her still having temperature.
​"I don't want you to leave," she said silently. "I don't want to fight you."
​Good enough. He turned, and her hands slid to his chest.
​"You should go back to bed and eat something."
​"I'm not hungry," she said, and he frowned.
"You're a Vanquisher. If you go out weak or I'll, you're history. A man can make only one deal with the devil, you know, I can't protect you from everything."

She kissed him, taking him by surprise - he was normally the one to decide when it's time for kissing, or anything else for that matter. Her lips seemed to be burning against his, and he was pretty sure she wasn't quite aware of everything around her. Well, he said to himself, where's the surprise in that? Burning a letter of the lover's name in her skin tends to make a girl not feel well.
He moved her shirt up, and she pulled away from the kiss, holding his hand.
"Don't," she said, and his eyebrows furred. He ignored her plead, and controlled himself so he wouldn't smile. Truth be told, the A was written in a nice, styled way, surprisingly precise. He moved his finger over it, as she buried her nails in his chest, probably not daring to tell him to stop directly.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, and she shook her head.
"Not so much," she lied. He had to smile a little this time. He knew it hurt - it was made to hurt. But he was also fine with her playing strong for him.
"Good, then," he said, and kissed her forehead. "You go and rest now. I'll stay home today if you wish."
Her lips curled up in a smile.
"I can defend myself, sir," she said. "Besides, doesn't your friend want to spend time with you?" Her tone was bitter.
"He's name is Mark. And I would want you to think of him as friend as well."
"Angel, he-"
"Violeta," his made sure to put a warning in his voice, "you should know that I'm taking care of you. You won't be hurt as long as I do." He traced his finger over the burned A again, his eyes locked on hers. "You're mine, my love."
*

Nemier

Violeta was quick to tell me to hide, I knew I should have stayed where I was and defended her from Angel. But I listened hiding in the closest listening to what he was putting her though, I resisted the urge to start playing my flute and put Angel on his knee's and make him suffer. But soon it was over, Angel backed off and left Violeta alone. I slowly got out of the closet and made my way over to Violeta.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She nodded slowly, I can see the pain in her eyes, that pain seems all to often these days for her, Angel a person bound in both demon and angel blood, and made a deal with the devil. Lucifer, I knew something had to happen but Violeta slowly got to her feet, I truly wondered to what kept her going, to what kept hope for her relationship with Angel, I could never be as hopeful as her.

"Where are you going?" I asked in almost a whisper.

"To see Angel." She said.

Violeta was probably the most hopeful person I knew, she held on with dear life for her relationship with Angel. A man who's demon half that came out much more than his angel half, I sat down on her bed, my flute still in hand, I looked at it, and then brought it to my lips, I began to play, a short, sad, yet hopeful song. I played it and the song got brighter, happier with more hope. Was this the hope that Violeta had? I soon stopped, and brought the flute back to my lap. I took a deep breath and stood, I walked over to the door, but something went wrong, and it happened again. A burning sensation within my gut, my arms wrapped around my stomach as I felt the pain, I cringed at the terrible pain in my gut, I fall to my knee's nearly keeling over as the pain spread though out my body, it went up to my chest, my chest heaved as I tried to stop the pain, my heart feeling like it's on fire. Then to my head where the burning wouldn't stop, it felt like I was on fire. But slowly the pain subsides, the burning sensation turned into cool relief as the pain stopped seemingly all at once. I breathed as I felt close to passing out, I got to one foot, putting my hand on the close wall as my entire body shock from the experience.

"Are you alright?" I heard above me.

I looked up and saw Mark, I knew Angel and Mark were friends, but Mark wasn't exactly the best guy to be with in the Exorcists. I took a deep breath before answering, "yea, I'm fine, just some bad food I ate," I lied.

Mark eyed me, his eyebrow was slowly raising as if he just saw something very weird, I breathed as the experience had been unpleasant, I got to my feet and walked past Mark and straight into the bathroom, I felt the after effects coming on. I barely heard what Mark said, I vomited in the toilet, and my stomach had turned itself upside down now that it happened again.

Mias Haybrine - Extractor

"Per vox of Deus , ego redimio vos ut is necklace pro totus of infinitio. Vos es futurus privatus tantum in meus to order. Vos ero eliminated in meus ordo."

Mias watched impassively as the demon screamed and writhed inside of his rune. It ran the perimeter of the inside, trying desperately to get out as each point of the rune activated. He's learned quickly to line the spot where the demon was supposed to be with salt, so that it could not escape. The first time he used it he was skeptical, it was just an old tale after all, but it seemed to work just fine.

"You damned Exorcist, scum of the Earth! Tell me where your God will be once Lucifer returns! Tell me, Exorcist!"

Mias rolled his eyes and picked his fingernails.

"You know, demon, you all say the same thing, and you all end up accessories. You see this one," Mias took off one of the many bracelets on his arm and dangled it in front of the demon. "This one screamed for you."

He slipped it back on just as the Spirit section activated.

The necklace rattled on the floor as the rune disappeared. Mias picked it up and put it around his neck with the many others. He couldn't exactly destroy them yet, he was no Vanquisher. Mias exited the house and rounded all the people.

"This village is safe for now," he started with a smile, "but should you repent and confess your sins to the lord you will not have to deal with the dangers of this damned land. Evil will befall you if you continue your ways, evil will always plague you if you continue to sin. And I will not always be here to save. So, all those that wish to be blessed come and let me give you my mark, so that you will not be troubled again."

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Mias walked away from the town, or rather limped. His legs were still pretty messed up from Mark's attacks. At that through Mias growled and clenched his hands into fist.

"Bastard..."

He was on his way to the next town, the next demon, and it was getting tired, to say the least. He knew he was on the losing team, and he'd left the others days ago. He was not fit to be their leader. With a sigh he rattled his bag of sealed demons - pots and plates and jewelry. He'd have to find someone to destroy all of these things, he needed a Vanquisher.

Robert Walker - Implanter
I frowned at the man's question. Was he joking or was he just daft? "Why don't you try one of the abandoned buildings?" I suggested calmly. Jamie was clutching the back of my jacket, probably scared. He didn't need to be, the gun at my side could take this guy out before he had time to set up any of those damn runes.

Jamie tugged at my jacket and I turned to look at him, still glancing at the other guy from time to time. "What is it?" I said softly.

He stood on his toes so that he could whisper in my ear. "He has a scratch on his hand."

I glanced over. It was a tiny scratch, nothing serious at all, but of course Jamie felt an obligation to fix it, he always did. Sure, I loved that Jamie was so kind, but he was too kind. What if that man tried to hurt him? "It's nothing, Jamie. Let it be." He looked at me with those big pleading eyes, and as always I felt my heart melt. "Fine, but if he so much as touches you, I'll kill him." I said this loudly, so that the man would hear it too.

I walked up to him, Jamie behind me, still holding on to my jacket with one hand. "C-c-could I..?" He pointed at the man's hand.

The man looked down seemingly surprised. He hadn't even noticed it. "Uh, sure," he said and held out his hand.

Jamie stepped out from behind me and slapped a post-it note, with a rune on, on his hand. "Sanare cito." When he removed the note the man's hand was completely healed. Jamie's skills with healing never ceased to amaze me.

I pulled Jamie in behind me again, and backed of. The man looked puzzled. "I assume you're exorcists?"

"Not really," I muttered. If he was an exorcist this could mean trouble. They would no doubt try to take Jamie away from me if they knew about us.

Maciel Azrael (Vanquisher)

"Not really." He muttered.

I studied him for a moment. He seemed eager to get away from this place, or was it just away from me?

"Not exorcists, aye? Then how'd your buddy over-"

"Brother. Not buddy." He cut me off.

"Right, your... brother. I didn't think anyone used runes except exorcists. Or maybe... demons."

He seemed to stiffen at the word. They weren't demons, they couldn't be. Demons don't help people, they hurt them.

I chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm just joking. If you were demons, I'd have to kill you."

Jamie Walker - Extractor
"Don't worry, I'm just joking. If you were demons, I'd have to kill you."

I grabbed Bobby's arm as he reached for his gun. He didn't act like that when I wasn't around, and I wasn't going to let him risk his life just to protect me. The man in front of us froze, realizing what was happening. "Please, don't," I whispered softly.

Bobby relaxed, but only slightly. "Is that so?" he asked. He didn't even bother to hide the threat in his voice. He scared me when he acted like this. He had already killed for my sake, and I didn't want him to do it again. I had always been afraid that he would lose that part of his personality that I loved.

"Whoa there, buddy. You're not offended are you?" Oh, no. Bobby was tensing up again, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to calm him down this time. I couldn't let him kill again, I just couldn't.

"Offended?" he said and snickered. His tone made me shiver. It was so cold. Whenever Bobby talked to me his voice was warm and friendly. This person he became whenever he was angry was not the same Bobby that I had grown up with. "Why would I be offended by a death threat?" He shoved me in behind him, so that I couldn't see the other man.

"Death threat? Then you are a demon."

Bobby pulled his gun. "You're going to kill me with a stick?"

"Bobby, please stop. Don't kill him." I grabbed the back of his jacket with both my hands and tugged gently. "Lets just walk away." He didn't relax. He didn't even seem to hear me.

"Heh." I leaned to the side, trying to get a glimpse of the man. He was doing something with his machete and stick. "You'd be surprised what this could do."

"Bobby, I think he's going to use magic." This really wasn't good. Bobby didn't know much about magic, despite my attempts to teach him. If that man used magic, Bobby was defenseless. I could make barriers, but not without drawing a rune on the ground first.

"I won't let him."

Several things happened at once. Bobby pulled the trigger, the man shouted something that I couldn't hear over the sound of the gunshot, and a wall of fire appeared before him. When the wall finally disappeared the wan was still standing there. The bullet hadn't even reached him.

Robert raised his gun again, and the man opened his mouth to use another incantation. I had a feeling that this one wouldn't just raise a wall. He was going to kill Bobby. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't live without him. I didn't even want to live without him.

I let go of Bobby's jacket and stepped out in front of him, placing myself so that I could feel the muzzle of Bobby's gun against the back of my head. The man stopped in the middle of a word. "Please, just let me and my brother leave," I said with the steadiest voice I could muster.

Maciel Azrael (Vanquisher)

He pulled out his gun. I pulled out my magic wand stick thing.

"You're going to kill me with a stick?"

"Heh," I chuckled as I traced a triangle with a circle around it on the flat of my machete, "You'd be surprised what this could do."

I was almost outdone. If I hadn't seen the muscle twitch in his muscle, I wouldn't have been able to stop him in time.

"Ignis Muris!" I said, and watched as a wall of fire burst to life in front of me.

I heard the gun go off, but nothing reached me, my flames had caught the bullets. I smirked as the flames flickered out and raised my machete to attack, but the boy stepped in between us.

"Please, just let me and my brother leave." He said.

I didn't let my guard down, but I didn't attack. He couldn't be a demon. He would've just attacked me with his brother.

Lowering my machete, I said, "You're, not evil."

The boy seemed to relax a bit, but his brother kept his gun pointed at me. Something gave me the feeling that he wouldn't shoot, even if I did provoke him. But that's not very demon like.

"Fine, I'll let you be, but you have to let me follow you. Everywhere." After realizing how odd that sounded, even to myself, I added, "Just to keep an eye on you. Once I see that everything's okay, I'll be gone in no time."

"No way-"

"I wasn't talking, to you." I cut him off, then turning my attention to the boy.