<span style="font-family:Philosopher">Venial scooped the shaking woman, one wing branded with black from the shoulder to the tip. Slowly the black bled down into the feathers further down until nothing was left of her once white wings. The pain kept Juniper curled against Venial's chest as she sobbed. The most heart breaking sound that one could hear come from someone so close. His own great white wings spread to reveal the small black specks that littered the underside of his own wings. For he killed and sometimes those kills stained an angel. His large arms wrapped tightly around her as they made their descent into the dark alleyway in a human place. New York. It was fairly quiet where the angel had landed and her took his time to use magic to disguise them both. Walking down the street to an apartment complex with a security at the front door. Walking in Venial curled his lip in annoyance seeing who was at the desk. The woman at the desk got an excited look as her lip curled with amusement. "Look at who decides to show his face nearly two centuries later with a different woman in his arms. "She cooed with delight. Her eyes shifting and changing shape into something more like a serpent. He eyed her carefully.  "Ophelia... set down of my dreams." He growled but the was some affection in his tone. She smiled wider. "At least you don't hate me completely." She chirped before lunging over the table and panting a kiss on his cheek.  Her serpent eyes now landing on the beautiful girl in his arms. "What do you need, My Warrior?"<br/>
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Venial looked to the woman with a hurt in his eyes he didn't need to explain. "Give her a home, away from prying eyes." He paused and the frown on his face deepened. There was no need to explain to the woman next to him she bounded back over the counter, dug around and snatched up a key before taking her normal exit. A small doorway out to the hall and she met him on the other side. The long black hair, strong bone structure, and her body swaying as she walked. Leading the angel to a elevator she clicked the 17th floor and then waited for the doors to shut. Her bright gold eyes then flashed over and she made a motion. "Remove it and tell me what she is." She spoke sharply, but Venial didn't take offence he dropped the illusion. Ophelia's horrified gasp said it all before she even spoke. "Are you mad?! Bringing an angel here! Fallen or not, this is dangerous Venial. Do you know the kind of dangers." Her voice softened to a dangerous hiss as the ding of the elevator came to their ears and ahe hurried him down the hall. The second door to the left. Opening it she practically pushed him in before following and slamming the door shut. Her eyes turned and narrowed on him. "I know I am a Mistress of this place. And I told you that I owed you a favor. Venial, she is not staying here!" The woman finally snapped which only let for the angel to lift his eyes and look at her. "Ophelia. I beg of you." He laid the young woman on the couch and turned closing the space between them. "I trust no one on this plane. Hardly you most of the time. However you and Cyrus are two who will never let her suffer. Demons that you are, Earth is a neutral plane and that is both good and dangerous. Please Ophelia." He touched her cheek softly. "She is the one closest to me." Ophelia looked upset but the touch seemed to melt her. "Fine. Fine! I'll keep her for you, until the end of my days. If she is whom I think she is. She means the world to you?" She muttered softly. He nodded. "She is sent here for sins not of her own doing. I can't bare the thought of her struggling." He admitted as he took soft footsteps to.the door. Ophelia nodded and shooed him away before turning to the lovely woman. <br/>
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Stretching she went to work cleaning up, as well as enchanting something to protect her from the humans as well as from residents here. This place was a home for demons and other creatures, most angelic creatures never touched this space and for good reason. It could be deadly. Ophelia had given her word and so she'd do her best to protect the girl. Walking over she picked up the girls hand and seized it. She then sized her wrist before her eyes glanced over her broken wings. <br/>
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Once Ophelia had heard rumors of just how painful the process was. It had a name, what was it? Fall of an angel? No. The Damning.... something like that. An Angel's purity shown in their wings, when banished an angel is basically made to be known as completely impure. Angel's like Venial would steal the Angel's powers, their life. Many angels whom ended up on earth died within days, others went crazy, some very lucky few gave up their powers for a human life. This one though, everything about her was different and Ophelia didn't understand it. As Ophelia took a step closer her finger reaching out to touch a wing, her bright blue eyes opened catching the demoness. What ophelia hadn't expected was the tears of fear and yet an acceptance to whatever fate she was about to accept. Her eyes staring up at the demoness with such innocence. "Make it quick?" Came the beautiful broken voice of Juniper, causing Ophelia to snap her hand back to her chest. "I'm not here to kill you." She hissed back, stepping away and wrinkling her nose in distaste. Her eyes taking in the girl as she shook ever so slightly. Ophelia sighed and lifted her hands to the air turning around in an attempt to get Juniper to look around. Juniper did. Her blue eyes taking in everything around her. "W-where am I?" She finally whimpered out and Ophelia smiled softly. "On earth. In the apartments called "Forgotten Homes. A place for misplaced creatures like yourself." Juniper looked at the woman for a moment before pushing herself to stand. <br/>
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Blue eyes stared at the ground before her shaky voice came forth. "Isn't this a place for demons?" She could feel her voice trembling as she spoke, a fear settling dear in her heart she was a prisoner here. Ophelia sighed and ran long boney fingers through her black hair. "Look little angel, I took you in for Venial, nothing here will eat you as long as you follow my rules." Ophelia stopped and stepped forward. "My name is Ophelia, you may call me Oppie or Opal. I run this place with my lover Sirus. We are creatures of the night, some even call us demons, but we are not on that caliber." She stopped speaking seeing relief streak across Juniper's face. "What?" She snapped out as Juniper just sat there. A soft smile appeared on the angel's lips. "Venial told me many stories about his temptress. How you two shared something but as a warrior of heaven he was not allowed to act on it. You understood and you two became close. Venial must really Trust you." She finished and stood only to find herself upon the floor, her legs having given out. <br/>
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Ophelia blinked in surprise that the angel knew about her at all. Watching her collapse she finally approached her and helped her up. "He really does trust you. To tell you about the war years." She helped the girl to a seat. <br/>
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Over the next few weeks, Juniper was taught about the other residents and given a ring and bracelet that would protect her from those demons and such thing that called this place home. Ophelia taught her of humans and their ways. Juniper in turned spoke of the story of Damien, how her and Venial were so close. The next weeks Ophelia and Juniper grew close, and Juniper met Cyrus. Both low levels kept an eye on her and taught her how to use her healing magic again, for an angel never really lost those powers, just the power to ascend to heaven and holy powers. During this time Juniper opened up, smiled more and became comfortable. That was when eyes really began to look at her, when demons took notice of her innocence and beauty. <br/>
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Juniper wandered up to her room at the end of a busy day, her hand running through golden locks and blue eyes gazed over what she called home. Plants littered her home, making it look like you had walked into a garden, they thrived everywhere and everything opened and bloomed while Juniper was around. Walking through her jungle she had kicked off her slip ons at the door and now walked through her home until she reached the bathroom. Removing the ring and bracelet just in time to lift her head and see a man in the mirror. Someone she didn't know and he didn't look like he meant to be her. Turning around slowly she had a fear in her eyes. "What do you want, stranger?" She called softly.</span><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1118" data-username="@dunklunk" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1118/">@dunklunk</a>