Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)
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				Title: <strong>Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 00:52:02</strong>
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				<em>The world of angels was overlaid upon that of humans.&nbsp; Those with wings walking among those without, rarely noticed unless they wanted to be.&nbsp; Some angels simply watched over their charges. Others had more specific duties.&nbsp; Once upon a time he had wielded a sword.&nbsp; Once upon a time he had pulled first born children from their sleep and slaughtered them without mercy..<br><br>Of course, now, the wrath of God was something more subtle. No longer enacted in vicious, bloody, and highly visible spectacles as it was in days past.&nbsp; No, he had been regulated from Angelic Assassin to.. well.. A babysitter..&nbsp; Oh, he could call himself whatever he wanted.&nbsp; Angelic Companion of Lost Souls.&nbsp; He Who Leads the Lambs.&nbsp; The Divine Escort.&nbsp; Or simply Azrael.&nbsp; And yet it all boiled down to.. being a babysitter.&nbsp; He spent his days herding the newcomers to heavens gate, occasionally bandying words with his demonic counterparts.&nbsp; Lets face it.&nbsp; Things had gotten boring.&nbsp; For the most part there was no real competition for souls anymore.&nbsp; Those who were good were simply too good to be converted, those who were bad didn't mess with shades of gray.&nbsp; <br><br>In fact, Azrael was beginning to feel less and less like an Angelic Host, an more and more like an Ambulance Chaser with every day.. At least.. Until..&nbsp; Well everything changed.&nbsp; And it all started with a boy in a bed..</em><br><br><div align="center">°¤~¤°¤~¤°¤~¤°¤~¤°¤~¤°</div><br>No one could see him.&nbsp; Of course he was used to that.&nbsp; He could, if he so choose, forcibly reveal himself to those who walked by, but they would not see him on their own.. Well.. Most would not..&nbsp; Every so often he would come across one or two humans who were born with the 'gift'. The ability to discern the hidden truths of the world.&nbsp; At different times they had been called different things.. Hedge-witches.. Seers.. Wise Women.. Witches.. Psychics.. Possessed.. Yet it seemed more often than not that they had been women.&nbsp; An interesting fact.&nbsp; One made more interesting by the simple truth that had drawn him back to this particular corridor.. Again and again..<br><br>Anyone who did see him might think him just another ordinary man.&nbsp; Of middling height.&nbsp; His physique closer to lean, toned.&nbsp; The man dressed in the clothing of the times, a pristine white shirt, buttoned up, yet open to show the smooth chest.&nbsp; A pair of tanned khakis that ended just over a pair of well worn brown boots.&nbsp; Upon first look it was his hair and eyes that might catch attention.&nbsp; His hair like spun platinum.&nbsp; Just long enough to fall into his eyes.&nbsp; His eyes like tarnished copper, nearly sea green.&nbsp; &nbsp;Only when he moved away from the wall would that other difference become noticeable.&nbsp; Massive snowy wings unfolding from his back, stretching slightly before resettling.&nbsp; <br><br>An angel.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes lingering upon the boy who had caught his attention for one.. very simple reason.. he had seen the angel.&nbsp; A male, able to see the unseen. It was an enigma that he could not resist.&nbsp; The angel, unused to being observed, had noticed the very first time he had passed the room.&nbsp; The way those eyes had followed his movements, tracking him along the narrow hallway.&nbsp; Though at the time he had simply gone about his work, escorting a young girl from the cancer ward to the haven of her new home.. At the time he had been too busy to explore.. but now.. Now curiosity got the better of him.&nbsp; <br><br>One could say it had always been Azreal's one great failing.&nbsp; Curiosity.&nbsp; A boy who could see them.. So interesting..<br><br>He would come to stand within the doorway, his wings folded behind his back, his arms crossed over his chest as he would watch the boy, sleeping for the moment..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 15:14:30</strong>
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				Life never promised that it would be fair.&nbsp; If it was fair, the weak wouldn't die and the strong wouldn't thrive as well as they did.&nbsp; Everyone would be perfectly equal, and we'd all live in harmony together forever.&nbsp; All man kind would work in unison, helping everyone achieve the most they could ever achieve.<br><br>But life wasn't fair.&nbsp; You have high paid execs and CEOs gambling with the savings of thousands so that they themselves could earn a few more millions.&nbsp; Greed never went out of style, and personal greed was put before that of the collective greed.&nbsp; Entire countries were pulled into civil war over such stupid things as ethnic background, or who had access to what God given natural resources.<br><br>And then there were some who were just laying around in a hospital bed.. waiting to die..<br><br>Russel Peters turned over in his sleep, muttering to himself a little bit.&nbsp; His body looked a little small in the hospital bed, the thin sheets outlining his entire frame.&nbsp; As he turned, a travel magazine which had been laying across his lap slid off the bed, and fell to the floor.&nbsp; The cover showed a happy couple, sitting in a gondola as they explore the waterways of Venis.<br><br><br>Rusty had been in and out of hospitals from the moment he was old enough to walk.&nbsp; In older times they would have said the boy was possessed, taken with the devil, corrupted by evil.&nbsp; Today they knew better.&nbsp; Today they knew that he was built wrong..&nbsp; He had seizures.&nbsp; They came and went as they wanted.&nbsp; He'd been in this perticular hospital now for 3 years.. and would remain until they found some way to stop them.&nbsp; The doctors were always warning of "the big one", the final grand seizure of them all that these smaller ones were all building towards.&nbsp; The last card that would bring the whole house tumbling down to the ground in a shattered heap.<br><br>Until that time though, this was going to be Rusty's home.&nbsp; All around the walls, pictures and postcards to places he'd never been to were displayed.&nbsp; All corners of the world were represented in this room.&nbsp; He had a small book shelf backed so tightly with travel books and magazines that to pull one out, several others came pouring out with it.<br><br>Even his bedside lamp had been replaced to a tropical looking lamp, complete with hoola-girl.<br><br>Still, despite the constant looming threat of death, Rusty wasn't all that frightened.&nbsp; He knew he would get better, and that he'd be able to leave this place behind.&nbsp; Not everyone had a guardian angel walking the hallways.&nbsp; <br><br>Rusty muttered a little bit in his sleep, body stretching as he was slowly coming back into the world of the waking.&nbsp; His body was slowly waking up, coming back into this room and leaving behind any adventure he'd been having in his mind.&nbsp; He rolled over on his side again, facing the door.&nbsp; His eyes remained closed, but a small, content, and completely trouble-less smile was glowing on his face.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 04:41:00</strong>
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				It was an interesting room.&nbsp; With all the personal touches that came with being a long-term patient.&nbsp; Azreal would drift into the room, idly walking along the walls.&nbsp; Looking at the mixture of get well cards and exotic postcards.&nbsp; Long tapered fingers lifting to brush over them.&nbsp; Quietly.&nbsp; He would hear the rustle of covers as the boy would turn over.&nbsp; The sterile white sheets offset by the magazine that lay open across his lap.&nbsp; <br><br>He was used to being quiet.&nbsp; To walking into places that might seem off limits to others.&nbsp; After all.&nbsp; Who would see him?&nbsp; Walking forward quietly, he would stand for a moment, merely watching the boy breathe.&nbsp; His teeth biting into his lip, considering waking him, that light nudge of consciousness that would bring him to wakefulness instantly.&nbsp; Just to prove that the boy could see him.&nbsp; He had not been merely seeing things..<br><br>Wetting his lips he would lightly brush his fingers through the boy's hair, drawing it back behind one rounded ear, only to have the slender lad turn in the bed, that shifting that would send the magazine fluttering to the ground.&nbsp; Landing askew, half on the edge of his boot, half sliding under the bed.&nbsp; That little smile playing across the boy's lips, as if he could see the consternation on that angelic face.&nbsp; <br><br>Wings would flair along his back as he would lean down, his fingers grasping the edge of that magazine, slowly closing it even as he would draw it up, holding it at about waist level.&nbsp; Long, slender fingers idly drawing over the two figures on the cover, that slight arch of his eyebrow before he would turn, placing it on the dresser.&nbsp; The boy still slept, the angel beginning to get impatient, wetting his lips before he would lean down, nearly holding his breath for a moment before his lips would brush against Rustys.&nbsp; "Wake.."&nbsp; Whispered there.&nbsp; And Rusty would feel the pull of it, the sudden intense need to wake up, instantly, completely.<br><br>Of course, when he opened his eyes the angel would be standing a few feel away, smiling pleasantly, as if he had not just nearly kissed the boy.<br><br>"Uh.. Hi.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 20:34:53</strong>
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				A word... a voice.. a presence.. it was all pulling Rusty to being awake.&nbsp; Smoke grey eyes fluttered open, and slowly the room came into focus.&nbsp; Well, normally the room would come into focus, but instead&nbsp; Rusty had another face staring back at him.&nbsp; A smiling face... Oh SHI-<br><br>"AAH!"&nbsp; Rusty scooted away.&nbsp; He was now sitting straight up in his bed, clutching the sheets and holding it up to his chin.&nbsp; His heart was pounding away in his chest.&nbsp; He felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.&nbsp; There was no escape.<br><br>Rusty peered at the other from behind brown hair a couple weeks past needed a hair cut.&nbsp; He blinked a few times, feeling his heart slow down.<br><br>"Erm... hi.."<br><br>There was recognition now.&nbsp; He let lose the sheets, which tumbled down into his lap.<br><br>"Wait.. you.. you're him."&nbsp; His eyes scanned over the angel, catching a glimpse of wings over the back.&nbsp; Just a hint of feather.&nbsp; Now Rusty was all smiles.<br><br>"You really are him, arn't you?&nbsp; You've come to see me!&nbsp; I'm sorry I'm in bed, i was sleeping.. I didn't&nbsp; know you'd be coming."<br><br>He laughed to himself, "But I suppose they say you always watch over us when we're sleeping, so it must be habit, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 21:17:42</strong>
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				The boy woke instantly.&nbsp; Of course, he would have regardless of if he could see Azrael or not.&nbsp; Though, of course, he would have simply pawned the pull of the angel on his subconsciousness off on a discrete noise in the night.&nbsp; Such was not the case.&nbsp; The angel would shift his wings as the boy would jump so startled.&nbsp; Not a new feeling for him, exactly, most who he exposed himself to were startled.. <br><br>That slight tilted smile appearing on those finely molded lips as recognition would dawn in the boy's eyes.&nbsp; Proving that the angel had not been remiss in his attention.&nbsp; Those long tapered fingers would make a slight movement, the visitor's chair, placed neatly against the wall would suddenly swing out, the slight scraping of metal against tile, and it would be placed next to his bed.&nbsp; Long legs straddling the seat, his arms resting against the back.<br><br>"I knew you could see me.."&nbsp; Nearly excited.&nbsp; "I thought so the first time I passed by.. But i could not be sure without investigating, could I?&nbsp; This never happens.. And you're a male.. usually the males of your species are even more head-blind than the females.."&nbsp; He would fall silent for a moment, that boyish grin touching his lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh.. I don't.. Look over umm.."&nbsp; Telling the boy what he did do might be a bad choice.&nbsp; The lad seemed extremely pleased to see him. " Err.. Yeah.. heh.&nbsp; A habit.."&nbsp; That slight blush to his cheeks as he would grab the magazine, placing it back on the bed.&nbsp; "You seem to have quite a love of new places..&nbsp; I love your postcards.."&nbsp; <br><br>A boyish smile, the angel feeling hundreds of years younger, all the sudden, though he looked no more than twenty to the boy in the bed.&nbsp; His silver hair giving him an exotic look, rather than aging him.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He's so cute when he smiles like that..</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 09:49:43</strong>
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				By angelic standards, making the chair move across the room was a pretty small display.&nbsp; To someone who'd been living in a hospital room nonstop for the past 3 years, it was higher than the highest magics he'd thought possible.&nbsp; This would probably be why he looked like he wanted to clap for the angel when the chair moved.&nbsp; He wasn't startled, he was filled with absolute wonder.<br><br>"You mean guys can't usually see you?&nbsp; How come?&nbsp; That seems sort of strange to me.." while the fact that the boy could see the angel was very interesting to the angel, to Rusty it was just something else to think about now.&nbsp; For the time being.. he had a guardian angel to sit and talk with him.<br><br>"So have you always been an angel, or is it like on TV and in the books where you used to be a person who died or something?&nbsp; I think you probably weren't a person before you were an angel.. you look too.. nice.. to have been a person." He'd almost used the word hansom, or pretty, but had managed to stop himself.&nbsp; Of course he would look pretty.. he's an angel!<br><br>The fact that the angel almost told him he wasn't here to watch over him simply hadn't caught Rusty's attention.&nbsp; Instead, he grinned and looked up to his postcard.&nbsp; "I've always wanted to travel, but I've never actually been anywhere.. I've always been told I'm too sick.&nbsp; The moment I'm better I plan to visit each and every place I have a post card for.&nbsp; I imagine with those wings you've probably seen a lot of these places haven't you?"<br><br>"Oh.. yeah, what's your name?&nbsp; Being an angel and all I suppose you already know I'm Rusty, but I don't know what to call you."<br><br>By this point he'd stopped hiding behind his sheets.&nbsp; He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, legs gently kicking back and forth while he leaned back on his hands.&nbsp; His bare toes gently brushed against the clean hospital floor as he lightly kicked.&nbsp; He was really lucky to have such a cute angel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 15:15:31</strong>
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				A low laugh as the boy would talk, Azrael shaking his head slightly.&nbsp; "No, actually, most people in general can't see me.&nbsp; But I've -never- met a boy who could."&nbsp; He would smile at the excitement, rather liking the way those eyes would light up, and the way his lips would curl at the edges.&nbsp; Perhaps he even stared for a moment, before laughing at his enthusiasm.<br><br>"Yeah, actually, I can still kinda remember being around when the first humans stepped out of the Eden.."&nbsp; Damn that made him feel old.&nbsp; A soft blush touching his cheeks as he would sigh, grateful for the sudden subject change.&nbsp; "Well.. you seem well enough to me..&nbsp; What is it exactly that you are sick with?"&nbsp; He probably should have glanced at the papers outside of the room before coming in, but in his excitement it had utterly slipped his mind to do so.&nbsp; "I have, been to a lot of places, that is.&nbsp; After a while they all sort of blur together.."<br><br>He would smile, leaning in to gently press his finger against the boy's lips to stop the constant barrage of questions.&nbsp; His face leaning very close.&nbsp; The boy could smell the slight scent of cinnamon.&nbsp; "If I tell you.. Will you promise to keep all of this to yourself.. It'll be our little secret?"&nbsp; The angel waiting for the boy to nod his head, not removing his finger from his lips, and then he would lean in, his wings flaring slightly, his lips very nearly touching the boy's ear.<br><br><em>"Azrael."</em><br><br>Just hearing the name was likely to send a tingle through the boy's body.&nbsp; The angel settling back into the chair, once more leaning his chin on his hands.&nbsp; That wry smile on his lips.&nbsp; "I think you're probably the first person I've ever told it to.&nbsp; I wonder..&nbsp; Rusty.. If you could visit just one place, just one place in all the world.. Where would it be?"&nbsp; That lighthearted smile.&nbsp; Actually enjoying himself, as he hadn't for a long time.&nbsp; Escorting the dead might -need- to be done, but it truly was not the most enjoyable job..<br><br>The way the boy's face would light up was more than worth his time.&nbsp; Actually talking to someone who didn't seem to be either.. crying hysterically.. Or numb to anything.. Well.. It was wonderful..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 06:49:26</strong>
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				"No other boy ever had?&nbsp; Well I'm glad to be the first to be able to see you then!&nbsp; One small step for men, one giant step for guy kind!"&nbsp; he held up his hands in victory, even smiling at himself for the silliness of his gesture.&nbsp; He liked this angel, if only because he was an angel.&nbsp; He tried to keep the happy tone, but it melted away when the angel asked him just what he was here for.<br><br>"I have seizures, don't really know what brings them on.&nbsp; Something wrong in my brain I suppose.&nbsp; They've been getting worse and worse over the years, but they're getting wider and wider apart.&nbsp; It's been a few months since I've had one, so the doctor says I might be free of them!" Rusty left out though that the doctor also told him that he might not live through his next.<br><br>"I can barely imagine everything you've seen, it must be wonderful.&nbsp; I would try and keep all memories clear though, try and remember every little thing and every single person I've ever met.&nbsp; I suppose if you've been around since the dawn of time though, it would be alittle bit hard.&nbsp; Oh god, listen to me babble like a moron..."<br><br>The finger on the lips caused him to shup up.&nbsp; The angel's finger against his lips.. it felt so warm.. so soft.. Despite himself, Rusty felt a blush come to his cheeks.&nbsp; When the finger was pulled away, he found he actually missed it, and for whatever reason had to fight down the urge to kiss the finger as it went away.&nbsp; This was gone though, as spicey scent of his visit filled his world, the sensation of the other's lips painfully close to his skin as he whispered his name.&nbsp; <br><br>Whether the effect of hearing the angel's name, or of having him so painfully close, the blush spread across his face, and even to the tips of his ears.&nbsp; Rusty tried to hide his embarassement to not avail.<br><br>"Th-the first p-person you've told it too?&nbsp; How come you never told one, and why tell me?"<br><br>A slight pause, a moment to think, and a big grin.<br><br>"That's not a hard question.&nbsp; The pyramids of Giza in Egypt.&nbsp; See?"&nbsp; He pointed to the post card right above his bed.&nbsp; "That is the first postcard I'd ever gotten, and the first place in the world I'd ever planned to see.&nbsp; I have them all written down you know, which ones I want to see.&nbsp; A list of places I want to see before I die!" He was very chipper about this.&nbsp; Seeing a guardian angel?&nbsp; it meant someone was on his case, and that the doctor was right, he was getting better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 20:43:07</strong>
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				He would laugh.. He.. Azrael.. Would actually laugh.&nbsp; &nbsp;How long had it been since he had felt that welling up of humor.&nbsp; A wide smile touching his lips at the boy's exuberance.&nbsp; 'Yes, the very first ever, and I think that.. Is why I chose to tell you my name..'&nbsp; Not to mention he was painfully cute.&nbsp; The angel almost wanting to run his fingers through the boy's hair, to caress his lips again, to.. No..<br><br>He would shake his head, growing sober again, his brows furrowing as the boy would explain his illness.. A quick searching of his own mind would not find the boy on his lists.. Azrael surprised at how much it disturbed him.. this thought that the boy might be one of those who he had to escort..&nbsp; He would clear his throat, letting the boy be distracted by his question, watching his eyes light up at the thought of visiting such a place.&nbsp; The angel would stand suddenly, letting the chair shift out of his way with a wave of his hand, grasping that magazine and sliding into the bed next to the boy, sitting atop the covers.&nbsp; He would open it. <br><br>'The pyramids?&nbsp; Good choice!'&nbsp; That open smile as he would settle in, a wave of his hand bringing a picture to the open page.&nbsp; Not the one the boy was familiar with, likely every page memorized, but instead there was blowing sand.&nbsp; The faint outlines of people moving through them.&nbsp; As Rusty would move closer to look the angel would whisper in his ear.&nbsp; 'Its like a looking glass.. Do you feel like Alice?'&nbsp; That low laugh as the scene upon the page would shift, the pyramid looming into view, another, smaller, barely seen behind it through the shifting sand.&nbsp; <br><br>As the boy looked he couldn't help but lean forward slightly, just enough to catch the scent of him.&nbsp; There was something sweet, and altogether human, about the young patient.&nbsp; Almost intoxicating to one used to dealing with the things he was.&nbsp; He bit his lip, but didn't make any moves, instead letting the boy fawn over the moving picture, shifting it to see different angles when the young man wished, rather enjoying simply spending time with him..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:15:06</strong>
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				Rather lonely a figure it was, standing atop another wing of the hospital, arms crossed in front of his chest, wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, which was softly blowing against toned form of his chest, softly shifting up and down, revealing tanned skin of stomach here and there, seemingly unaffected by the cold weather that surrounded the building. Winter was coming, and it was coming quickly. At first glance one may not see anything strange about him, his clothes rather normal for anyone living in the Mortal world, down to the sport shoes he was wearing, as well as that little chain that was hanging off right wrist, although if someone would take a closer look at him, they would spot black markings upon his skin, not unlike a tigers stripes, although more ritualistic, indeed, they seemed near tribal, adorning his features, arms and even flat of tummy whenever it became visible. If one was taking a long look at his back, they may spot two small wings, not unlike a bats, softly flapping, phasing in and out of reality between breaths, while his eyes, slitted things not unlike a cats, color a beautiful orange-red, were focusing upon a Hospital wall not that far away. Now and then dark hair would blow into his features, black strands of silken consistency, only to be wiped away by the touch of his hand, revealing slightly longer nails.<br><br>"What is he doing there?"words would whisper from those finely drawn lips of his, ripped away from the tossing winds that would swirl about him, bringing leaves and small snowflakes with them, while he would lean forward, narrowing catseyes slightly, and if one would be able to look through the devils eyes, they would see how concrete seemed to become transparent to his gaze, allowing him to watch Azrael and Rusty curiously. "It's nearly like he is..."stopping there, head cocking, then shaking. No, that could not be. They were not allowed to interact with Mortals, at least not in such a direct way. Surely the Angel was trying to play some ridiculous game, which was supposed to draw any devils in the surrounding area forth so they could protest to him, in turn making him aware who was out for his quarry. "Ha!" Beliar laughed. He would not fall such tactics. Far too long part of the game that an angel could trump him in such a way. Shifting of stance as he'd turn away from the two, near pouty expression, annoyed and disgruntled about the fact that someone sought to challenge him with such meager tricks. <br><br>Glance out of corner of eyes would catch a doctor who was talking with one of his nurses. Both fairly attractive, but the devil could see the dark shimmer within the bright core of an idealistic individual. With two steps he would disappear from roof and appear between the two mortals, slowly gazing each up and down before he'd chuckle to himself, lightly touching the doctors back, giving him just the -right- little push, that would have him find the Nurse more interesting than the wife he had at home.<br><br>Oh, sin. Was there something more fun in this bleak world? Turning away from the two, hearing the muffled moans of the girl as her boss would press heated kisses to her lips, finding his attention drawn towards that single door which was to lead into a certain room, where an Angel and a Mortal were conversing. Irritated. Did he choose to 'nudge' these two behind him, wrapped into each others arms, simply because it would take him closer to this room? Maybe... were Devils above being delusional ? Maybe... was he curious as a fox? <br><br>Definitely. Cursing himself under his breath, he'd approach the door, slowly, as if he was expecting a trap to be sprung for him, only to be allowed to step to it without even hearing the faintest of heavenly trumpets heralding his demise. Hand was carefully placed upon doorknob, and he'd lean forward, listening quietly into the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 18:17:45</strong>
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				Rusty had to wonder just what the angel was doing.&nbsp; He suddenly had all these ideas, possiblities for the angel's question.&nbsp; Maybe.. he would teleport them directly to egypt!&nbsp; Maybe he was going to scoop Rusty up and they'd fly all the way there (though.. that might take a long time..)!&nbsp; Who knows, maybe he was just curious as to where the boy wanted to go, and what the boy wanted to see.&nbsp; He never would have guessed what he was about to be handed though.<br><br>The magazine was a favorite, and one that Rusty had gone through a thousand times.&nbsp; Each word on each page, every inch of every picture.. all were committed to memory.&nbsp; He could recite the article on the "Mysterious Pyramids" word for word, complete with picture caption and photography credits.&nbsp; When he expected to see the title page of the article (photograph by Amy Grant), instead he was faced with blowing sand.&nbsp; His grey, smokey eyes grew large as the image moved, showing him details that a photograph never could.&nbsp; Through the blowing sound, a shape was looking in the background.&nbsp; The sun was beating down, and Rusty licked his lips as though he could feel the heat.&nbsp; <br><br>"Azrael.. this is.. this is amazing!" His eyes were focused only on the image.&nbsp; He did not notice the angel lean in to take in his scent, being far too distracted by this wonderous gift.&nbsp; When he realised the image would change perspective and focus as he wanted it to move, the biggest, brightest, happiest smile he'd ever had broke across his face.&nbsp; With an expression that was nothing short of pure and raw joy, he looked up to Azrael.&nbsp; The boys eyes were just a little but misty.<br><br>"I.. I don't know what to say.&nbsp; Just.. thank you.. that's all I can.." He moved forward an inch forward, his body movement as though he were going to hug the angel, but he stopped.&nbsp; Could you do that?&nbsp; Just touch one like that?&nbsp; Rusty didn't know.. he didn't want to break any rules, or have Azrael dissapear on him.&nbsp; Instead he cleared his throat, and ran a hand through his hair, getting it out of his face.<br><br>"Sorry.. I kinda.. I wanted to give you a hug.. I just don't know if you can touch a guardian angel or anything!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 19:28:36</strong>
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				The boy's excitement was contagious.&nbsp; The angel feeling his cheeks flush as Rusty would turn the magazine this way and that, examining the picture from every angle until he realized he would move the picture with a mere thought.&nbsp; It was wrong.. Perhaps.. For him to even be there.. Wrong for him to be enjoying the sweet smell of Rusty's hair.&nbsp; Wrong for her to be getting a thrill from the boy's excitement over such an easy trick.<br><br>He could almost imagine what it would be like to sweep the lad off his feet.. Figuratively.. To take him to all those places he had only read about..&nbsp; The boy turned towards him, that bright smile on his face, seeming about to burst with it.. And it felt, for a moment, like time had stopped.&nbsp; Like the whole world stood still as green eyes would look down into the boy's.&nbsp; He had seen that movement, the slight shift of arms, the pause as if the boy thought better of his idea.&nbsp; Perhaps it was better.. Azreal shouldn't even be here..&nbsp; The boy wasn't on his list.. <br><br>Wetting his lips as Rusty would mumble his apology, the angel would reach up, not saying a single word as he would gently brush the boy's hair out of his face, his long, tapered fingers coming to rest at the back of Rusty's head.&nbsp; Tilting his head back.&nbsp; The angel leaning into him.&nbsp; That moment seeming to stretch on before his lips would gently brush against Rusty's.&nbsp; Barely touching.&nbsp; Like the wings of a butterfly brushing against a flower, and then gone again.&nbsp; A slight inward draw of his brows.<br><br>“Someone is here..”&nbsp; His teeth biting into his lip.&nbsp; It did not feel like one of his angelic comrades, the energy was almost.. spikey.&nbsp; He wanted to curse.. Though.. That wouldn't be proper.. Of course.. None of this was proper.&nbsp; <br><br>“Rusty.. I have.. I have to go.. I will be back, tomorrow..”&nbsp; His heart pounding, what had he done, what had he started?&nbsp; Yet he found, that despite everything, that he wouldn't have given up a single moment with the boy.. He would return..<br><br>It was as if he had been there one moment, and then simply was not anymore.&nbsp; Instead he was looking at the infernal being who stood with his cheek pressed rather childishly against the door.&nbsp; “Belial.”&nbsp; The name carried power, even as the angel would cross his arms over his chest, his wings fluttering in and out of existence, settling around his shoulders.&nbsp; He tried to look casual, leaning against the wall as he was, his eyes narrowed.<br><br>“You have no business here.”&nbsp; His voice was tight, perhaps betraying just how agitated he was with the intrusion. “The boy has nothing you want.. I seriously doubt his soul is one on your.. Master's list.."&nbsp; That derogatory tone as he would watch the demon. "Leave, before you give me reason to make you do so.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 17:28:05</strong>
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				Were there such things as goosebumps? Could a devil feel how they would race up along his back, had those fine hairs rise at his neck, while he could feel the shift within the aether, could feel how the holy being behind the door was suddenly disappearing, then shine its 'pious' light against the devils back? Maybe so, but the response was merely a slight dance of flames which would rise from his spine, curling around those infernal wings of his before they disappeared from sight again, even while his cheek still touched cool surface of door. Clearing his thoughts he'd push himself slowly away from it, drawing deeply breath while setting his shoulders, near nervous, the way fingers played over door knob before he'd let go and turn around, lifting his shoulders and grinning softly at the Angel, hands pushed into pockets. "How would you know? I mean, it's not like I came here only to find you breaking one or two, or four hundred and seventy three rules. Right?"glancing over shoulder back to the door, through it to catch sight of Rusty, then returning those eyes to Azrael.<br><br>"If I had known you wanted to join our side, I could have arranged something, you know? Something that did not involve you being flogged and whipped by your superiors before they will make you fall down to us."light little jump forward, balancing upon his right food, head cocking slightly to one side, displaying those slightly catlike stripes dancing around his throat, as if they were a kind of tribal collar. "Nope, he is not on my Lords list, but that doesn't mean it is not a soul of interest."then he'd make a jump capturing the Angel between himself and that wall if he was not vanishing or jumping out of the way, leaning forward, one hand left, the other right of his counterparts form, fingers spreading slowly out upon the cool, white wall, the sounds of sins being made real from behind him, the doctor and nurse in hungry embrace, trying to slip hands under each others clothes while Beliar would whisper softly against Azraels lips "You want to make me leave? Meow... come on, show me how you want to do that... or better yet, do it before someone learns of what devilish things you are up to, depriving this guy in there of your protection... easy... pickings. Wouldn't you say? Surely he will not be able to withstand one such as me for long if not for your gentle..."clearing his throat here, waggling his eyebrows before he'd grin, slightly longer canines of infernal heritage displayed "...embrace." still, there was some concerned fire within his ember eyes, those slitted pupils shifting to the corner of eyes to glance back to the room.<br><br>"But then... what is it that makes him so interesting to you, Azrael? What makes you break our rules? Let me see."and with that he would turn and at the same moment his image would blurr, become 5 before each one disappeared in turn, as if being sucked towards that door, allowing the devil to step -through- it a breath later, slowly walking into the room, having his curious gaze focused upon Rustys form, wondering, apparently still thinking the Angel had decided to show himself to the boy "...what is it that has you make him know you're there in the first place, Azzie?"said, he'd cross his arms in front of chest, spread his stance a little, brows twisted towards each other, regarding the human with somewhat annoyed, yet, not so hidden interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 22:25:17</strong>
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				Rusty was quiet, letting his words trail off.&nbsp; Azreal wasn't saying anything but he had a look to his eye.&nbsp; Something that Rusty couldn't exactly put his finger on.&nbsp; The quiet continued as the angel brushed the hair out of the boy's eyes, fingers trailing his skin and moving through his hair.&nbsp; Rusty was one of those with hair which never seemed to stay put and remained always messy.. but was oh so soft to the touch.&nbsp; His hair was behaving for the angel though, staying where he put it, not moving too much.&nbsp; <br><br>The boy looked up at the angel with wide eyes, still not too sure what was going on.&nbsp; He knew he was being observed, being inspected, and a light blush came to his cheeks.&nbsp; He turned his eyes downwards, but the corners of his lips were tugged upwards in a shy smile.&nbsp; He was starting to understand what that look from Azreal was now. especially once the angel started leaning in.<br><br>Time, it seems, works like a vacuum.&nbsp; The moment you're waiting for can stretch on forever, it's the time before and after that have to pay the price for it.&nbsp; To Rusty it seemed like Azreal had just swooped in, not giving the boy any time to react or to move.&nbsp; His lips parted slightly, jagged breath escaping.&nbsp; His heartbeat picked up too, watching the angel come in closer and feeling his hand still at the back of his head.&nbsp; It was all over in a flash, and then time froze.&nbsp; Their breath mingled, and Rusty could smell the angel, and feel the warmth coming off of his skin.&nbsp; This moment was stretching on, as though time itself wanted to remember it.&nbsp; His lips quivered ever so gently, almost hungry to touch the angel's perfect lips.&nbsp; To feel the other mouth on his own.&nbsp; <br><br>When it was finally over, everything moved too fast for Rusty.<br><br>"What.. s-someone here?"&nbsp; He was about to look around when Azreal announced he had to go.&nbsp; Rusty wanted to tell him not to go, to tell him to stay.. but he couldn't.&nbsp; He was moving so slow, and time was moving so fast.<br><br>Sitting there in his hospital pajamas, hair back to being messy, face flushed and glowing red, lips still slightly parted and heart still racing, he said all by himself, "I-I'll be here..".<br><br>What was happening?&nbsp; Were angels allowed to do that.. were people allowed to fall in love with angels?&nbsp; Is that what this feeling inside Rusty might be after that.<br><br>Rusty was trying to will his heart to slow down, trying to make the blush die away from his cheeks.&nbsp; Nothing was working... He took the magazine that was enchanted by the angel, and hugged it tightly to his chest.&nbsp; A break big smile broke across his face and he closed his eyes, reliving the moment in his head.<br><br>So intense was his trying to remember every detail, trying to remember everything that happened, that he didn't know Belial was there until he heard the voice.&nbsp; His eyes opened a crack to take in the sound of the voice, only to see a man standing there.<br><br>"What.. WHO?!"&nbsp; Rusty cried out, scrambling off the side of his bed, landing in a heap of tangled limbs and sheets on the floor.&nbsp; There was a guy in his room, a guy who shouldn't have been there.&nbsp; Rusty didn't know what the man had said, only that he'd said something.<br><br>He raised himself a little bit, peeking over the side of the bed with wide, terrified eyes.<br><br>"W-who are you?&nbsp; How'd you g-get in here?"<br><br>His heart was beating quickly again, but this time out of shock than out of.. something close to love? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 21:14:15</strong>
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				If it was even possible for him to swear, he probably would have.&nbsp; As it was he was pressed back up against the wall before he even had time to breathe.. Why had he thought that the demon would just turn and walk away when asked? A shiver running down his spine, his wings flaring to brilliant life as he would look at the demon who's every step forward only made him want to take another step back.&nbsp; But, God Forgive him, the demon was right..&nbsp; He should have never been speaking to a mortal who wasn't on his list.. Much less.. well.. If they had not been interrupted.. His cheeks flushing with the thought of it even as Belial would take advantage of his hesitation, pushing against him.&nbsp; The demon's chest against the angel's.&nbsp; His lips nearly brushing.&nbsp; And then he was gone.<br><br>“No.. No no..”&nbsp; Not Rusty.&nbsp; His fingers running through silver hair, wetting his lips, the boy's innocence still there despite belial's taint.&nbsp; It did not seem he moved at all, was merely behind Belial again, his hands grabbing those wings, even invisible, he would grasp them and spin the demon around, his hand against his neck as he would push him back against the wall. “No!&nbsp; This is not the place for you.&nbsp; This boy -IS- under my protection..”&nbsp; His breathing a little fast, there wasn't exactly a whole lot he could do if the demon decided to follow through with his threat.&nbsp; Likely he would be yanked from earth so quickly..&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, the cat was already out of the bag, the demon would be able to see that Rusty was something altogether different.&nbsp; Just by the fact that the boy had reacted so visibly to his presence.&nbsp; “Stay behind me Rusty.. you don't want anything to do with this one..”&nbsp; His voice was strong, his wings flaring into visibility for a moment, as if to add strength to his argument.. before fading once more..&nbsp; What could he do?&nbsp; Could he really stop Belial if he needed to.. Normally he would say Yes.. but already he was breaking the rules.. He would not be able to count on divine favor to win this battle..<br><br>Glaring at the darker demon he would turn his back on him, moving towards the boy who had stumbled out of bed, reaching out a hand to him.&nbsp; “Don't worry.. I'm here..”&nbsp; That wide smile, hoping Belial would take a hint and leave.. but when had such things -ever- worked in his favor?&nbsp; Besides which, he couldn't argue that the demon had a rather impressive point..<br><br>And through the whole ordeal he could hear the nurses urgent little squeals as the doctor banged her barely a room a way.. It was like nails upon a blackboard, SIN..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pure Angst and Dark Seduction (Aestas, Yatta, and Samael)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 02:02:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t91/Seelendrachen/Elli/crimson_spell_ch4_014-1.jpg)</div><br>The sudden narrowing of gaze upon Rustys reaction. How... what... how the hell did he see the Devil? Molten, catlike eyes would become thin lines, there was a burning gleam within even as arms would unfold once more, head would turn slightly away from the skittering human, eying him out of corners, brow twisting and a quiet curse escaping his lips. “You can see me? You can hear me? Ho...”yet, words were cut short just there and then, as he’d feel the angel grip his wings, have his eyes flash in wide surprise upon the fact that the divine servant of the heavens actually ‘dared’ to touch him? <br><br>As quick as he was, he was taken off guard and a second later breath was forced out of his lungs as Azrael pushed him back against the wall, the impact alone hard enough to shake his very body. There was a blink of eyes, several times, attempt to get the shock out of his system, even as fingers pressed into his tanned skin, preventing him from taking another breath, more out of confusion than because of the strong grip.<br><br>“What in the Lightbringers name do you think you are doing here, Azrael?”he’d press out, barely audible, teeth clenched, a near feral look upon his features, only underlined by the anger that welled up within him about being treat in such a way. “You are breaking rules. One after the other. One after the other, Azrael.”left hand rising, wrapping fingers around the Angels wrist, staring quietly into his eyes before a glance would flicker back towards Rusty, regarding him silently, then shooting gaze back towards the Angels, growling out “He sees us, doesn’t he? How. How does he do that? Did you tell him the way, Azrael? Did you let him know?”lean frame would push away from the wall, only to be pushed back against it, the temperature of his form would rise, increase until his skin was hot to the touch, its color taking a slightly darker shade even, those tribal stripes where skin was visible would intensify, canines becoming slightly more pronounced before he’d catch hold of himself again, would ease up and let himself held there. <br><br>The demons mind was beginning to work frantically, dart back and forth between the revelation and the Angels behaviour, as could be seen through the way he would focus on each of the two in front of him, turning gaze from one to the other, all the while, near subconsciously, caressing his thumb over the Angels wrist.<br><br>“...No, you didn’t tell him, did you...?”said, and his words would already become like the brush of an ancient whisper to sensitive ears halfways through, while the same happened with his body. A direct confrontation with an Angel? That would be insanity. Despite their abilities the Fallen had to make use of other ways than physical strength to achieve their goals for the divine messengers still had all of their might, while those who stumbled had to make due with what little power they retained, and, once more, he would seem to turn into a blurred shape, that simply stepped through Azrael, manifesting behind him again, letting the Angels grip, literally, slip through the demons throat. Oh, this was no ability he could use very often, and definitely not twice with one such as the Angel he faced here, but it was enough to give him a breather, to let him think and escape tight hold. <br><br>Soft stroke over his neck, as if he was to wipe away the memory of Azraels rather unexpected physical confrontation, he quickly moved further towards the human, only to have Divine One pass him by and step in between the devil and his... prey?<br><br>Stopping, he’d find himself once more annoyed by the... possessiveness that was displayed by Azrael, would even take note of it, which only allowed two conclusions.<br>1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This human boy was important to the ‘other side’, which made him just now the number 1 on the demons “to do” list, or...<br>2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the Angel had some personal interested in rusty, which, by all rights, was impossible, To feel in such a way would do more than simply break the rules. This was beyond simply influencing mortals, it was actually interacting with them, becoming a part of their lives, their... no...<br><br>He laughed. No way. Not Azrael. Stopping, he’d slowly move backwards until he could feel the walls against his shoulders once more, cocking head to one side and exchanging glances with both of those in front of him. This was driving him insane. Something was wrong, and he felt it, yet, he did not find himself capable of actually seeing what was going on in front of him. One thing was... well... ‘unthinkable’ and the other meant nothing less than Armageddon. As much as he didn’t care for Heaven, he was not yet ready to go and fight a war, again. Suspicion within his voice, barely audible, as he’d murmur quietly “What is going on here?”<br>
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