'I...' I was about to commit myself to what? 'I'll come.' Outwardly I was grinning enthusiastically, inwardly I was wondering where my common sense had gone. 'If anyone wants me there.'
'We could use an extra hand. What can you do?' Kumiko asked.
'I'm recycleable.' They turned to me as if I'd sprouted another head. 'I mean, I don't die. Unless everyone wants me to die, or nobody knows. Which means I usually keep secrets that people want to know, and I can't be left unsupervised, and...' I took a deep sigh. 'I'm recycleable.'
I looked at Kumiko confused. "I told you I was in." I growled. I saw the blood boil as I got a little angry. I stared at it. I'm going to have to keep that under control. I tried it one more time just for fun. I took my place on the other side of Seda. Looking back at the blood I clenched my fist. It boiled bubbles.
"What are you looking at?" Seda asked. I stopped andd looked at him.
"Nothing." I answered innocently.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
Rei looked over at me. "So Seda, what can you do?"
He smirked before stepping back from Cecilia. "I can control wind, fire, and lightning. I also have these." Seda snapped his wings out. The wings were black, like a ravens and easily thirty feet across.
"So we can leave tomorrow and head to one of the bigger cities in the south east. That's Anger's territory, so we'll probably find answers there. One other thing, if you can, avoid fighting Pride for now. My father is considered cruel even by demon standards."
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I stared at the wings. They shone under the sunlight. I smiled. This was going to be good.
Everyone started to clear out and I went back over to the demon. I clenched my fist and it's blood boiled. When I clenched tighter it steamed. I smiled with acomplishment.
"So you find yet another talent." Seda said behind me.
"Quit doing that. I thought you left." I said turning around.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
**i hope this makes sense, i'm a little confused**
[Bourne]
Bourne had been hiding in the shadows, he knew because of the damp air, listening to the group of people before him. They were going to fight the darkness, something he had lived with long enough to know very well.
"Wait!" he called after them, moving forward carefully but quickly.
He heard their feet pause, the rocks under them shift as they turned toward him. "What do you want?"
"I'm going to join you," he explained, "I'm in."
"What can you do?" a voice asked, and he caught a note of disbelief in it.
"Yes, I'm blind," he said, stating what was probably on their mind, "But I can help; I can feel the health in something. And I can fight."
He waited, as patiently as possible, for their answer.
*I haven't been able to get on YWS for awhile, I'm just going to jump into this if that's okay. Anyone wanna rescue me?...*
[Marjorie Thorne - can see the future]
Marjorie threw down the rose and walked aimlessly through the people and the village. Until something made her stop stiff... Another premonistion suddenly came to her which made her whirl around.
"What the-?" before Marjorie could see what was behind her a huge claw clashed with her arm. She let out a scream and fell to the ground.
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
Seda turned from staring at Bourne to see Kumiko run towards the source of the latest scream. Swearing he unfurled his wings, glancing at the others around him. "Looks like we're about to see if we work well together."
That said he took to the air and flew after Kumiko. Seda pulled up sharply, a girl lay unconscious on the ground clutching a bloody arm. The people were running for cover, typical. If a demon attacked someone they saved themselves first. But that was just the way of life. Survival above all else. It was an instinct Seda was well acquainted with.
Seda glanced over at the demon standing over the girl, eyes widening with recognition.
Coda looked up at the sky and grinned, flashing blood stained fangs. His claws were long and rusty with blood. His eyes the same red as any demons, shone with fevered blood lust. "Well if it isn't Azrayel Fallen." Coda rasped out as the others caught up with Kumiko. "I never expected to see YOU here. I wonder, do the Lords know that you live? No, they wouldn't be sending weak demons into the field if they knew. So tell me. How does it feel, slumming it with the humans, MY PRINCE!?" He twisted the last words into a sneer of hatred.
Seda looked behind him and saw that the others weren't shocked by the news at all. A bit surprised, but that was about it. He turned back to Coda and landed softly on the cobbled road, blocking the larger demon from getting at the injured girl. He smiled sarcastically, mocking his old friend. "Actually, considering I have a human heart. It feels pretty good. But you've sunk pretty low Coda. Time was you were training to Captain a demon force. Now you're just one of the fools sent to terrorize the humans."
Enraged Coda charged at Seda, and the others jumped into the fight at the same time.
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I stood a little back from Seda. This demon was huge and ugly looking. I wrinkled my nose. I decided it'd be good to try out my newly aquired power.
I clenched my fists as I focused on the demon.
He started to look uncomfortable but he still fought Seda. I tried to clench them even tighter as he swung out a Kumiko. His brows furrowed in pain.
"What are you doing Azrayel Fallen?!" The demon screeched at Seda. Seda looked confused but smiled and took advantage of the demons weakness.
I dug my nails into my hand as I clenched tighter and the demon fell to his knees. Seda decapitated him and I let my fists become relaxed again.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
Marjorie breathed in deeply, her heart was beating quickly. She pulled herself up and stood shakily. The blood still dripped down her arm.
"My arm!" she gasped, her eyes opening wide.
Suddenly, one of the villagers ran out of the crowd and a little closer to Marjorie. "Look at her red eyes!" he said, almost shouting. "She must be demon too! Don't let her live!"
"I-I'm not a demon!"
It looked like they didn't hear her, either that or they were ignoring her. The villagers slowly tiptoed closer and closer. Marjorie staggered backwards and fell back down. She was enclosed in a circle, barely anyway to get out.
"Please listen!" she begged. "I am not a demon!"
"Don't believe her! She must be in disguise!" another man shouted.
Marjorie looked back at the two who rescued her from the real demon. "You don't believe them do you?" she whispered, her eyes glancing back over to the villagers.
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
He rolled his eyes and glared at the villagers, snapping. "If everyone who has red eyes is a demon then I'm as guilty as she is." His own eyes lighting with anger.
Cecilia backed him up saying. "And would a demon kill one of their own kind. That's proof enough right there." The villagers still seemed upset but they left after awhile, Cecilia turned to Seda. "Man, everyone is so paranoid nowadays. And I thought YOU were a bad liar Seda."
Seda widened his eyes in mock horror. "But I am human. At least half human."
Kumiko stretched, shifting back into her human form. "Seda, why did that demon call you Azrayel Fallen."
Scowling Seda looked over at the body. "Azrayel, was the name I was given at birth. But I threw it away along with the demon race. And Fallen, is the title given to those few demons who side with the humans." Seda lifted his hand toward the body, and it lit with bright blue flames. "It was my father's undying shame, that I was born with all the power of a demon, and the heart of a human."
Cecilia glanced over at the girl. "Hey, you want to come with us and fight the demons?"
DANCE- Like no-one is watching LOVE- Like you've never been hurt SING- Like no-one is listening LIVE- Like it's heaven on earth.
Please read and review my novel. The title is Fireborn. Here's the link.
She looked back at the dispersinging villagers, then back at the four people. The bleeding was starting to stop.
"I don't know if you could use me though," she answered quietly.
Marjorie stood back up, looking at the boy that the others had called Seda. Her red eyes glinted back in his. Then, the light from the sun compleately vanished. Darkness was surrounding her, a small picture started to come appear.
He stood on top of a cliff, piles of dead demons laying all around him. The others she had seen were there too. Marjorie was standing amidst the piles of corpses, she began walking towards the others, hoping to get out of the blood and gore. As she came closer and closer, something rose higher and higher behind Seda and the others. Something dark and ominous...
Before being able to figure out who or what it was, Seda's voice broke her out of the trance. "Are you okay?"
"Um... Yeah, I think so," she said, a little dazed. "I just had another premonition,"
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
In the winter months, snowstorms and rainfall in the Patagonian Ice Fields can drastically affect the landscape. Worsened by heavy winds, such storms can reduce visibility and lead to glacial calving, ice collapses, and avalanches. During these conditions, travel is not advised. — The Documentarian