When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)
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				Title: <strong>When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 07:40:47</strong>
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				(https://petervidler.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/amalfi-wax-sealed-envelope.png)<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><em>Your Human Love Is Zeranth, The Deciever.<br>He Uses You. He does not love you.</em><br></span><br><br>That was the letter presented to her by her superior, the archangel Gabriel who was furious. It had been found on the body of a human who had been killed in the most spectacular way and left for angels to find: On the roof of the Sistine Chapel, disguised from the humans with a magical aura. It was obviously left for an angel to find, and had <em>her</em> name on it. He left her a choice to make, either fall from heaven in disgrace, or kill her lover and redeem herself. He left her a dagger, which would sear the flesh and create a mortal wound upon any demon pierced by its blade. The choice was hers.<br><br><hr><br>Zeranth received a letter of the same type, but this had appeared in the hotel room.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She Knows</span></em><br><br>Zeranth had been ordered to kill her a long time ago, to pull her down to hell in order to extract what information he could from her and keep her as a play thing. But as he spent more time to her, and caused her to trust him more and more, he felt himself strangely unable to abuse that trust. It was his duty, his calling as a demonic entity known as The Deceiver. He could hide his identity from the strongest of angels in order to take them down, but he'd fallen in love with her, and couldn't harm her.<br><br>It was why he waited in the hotel room, in his human form of Henry Bryant, the one that had captured the exquisite angel's heart. Although he was in his human form, the demon loved her as who he was and who he pretended to be. He told himself that he would simply get her guard down before taking her down to Hell with him. But when she was sleeping he found himself unable to. So, Henry Bryant became less of a persona and more of a reality in the demon's attempt to find something that was impossible for him to keep. Love.<br><br>He was looking out of the window, wondering when she'd come. She promised she would, but she was late by several hours. He still waited, every passing heartbeat creating more worry and fear in his demonic soul. At this point, he doubted that she would even come. If she really knew of his identity, why would she? He knew how she hunted demons at night, and he was indeed a demon. If the letter was a bluff, then why was she late? All of these mortal worries flew around in his head when he knew he should have only been worried about defending himself in case she attacked him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelOfDarkness</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 05:42:23</strong>
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				Avalyn read her letter and glanced to the dagger that had been left for her. It was hard for her to believe as she felt strongly for him. They had been seeing each other for over a year now, she was in love with him, deeply. Pacing backwards and forwards in front of the table which the dagger was laying on, every so often glancing at it. How could she make this decisions, between the happiness she'd had for this long, and her position as an angel. How could he deceive her, lie to her, betray her? <br><br>It took her a few hours of thinking but she made her way over to his hotel room. Avalyn had a nervous elevator ride up to his floor, when the doors opened she swallowed down before stepping out of the elevator. During her walk down the hallway she thought to herself over and over about how she didn't see through his ruse. She found his room door again and stood outside in silence. Taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly before raising her hand up and rolling it into a fist. <br><br>She knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. She brushed her raven black wavy hair off her shoulder so it all neatly hung half way down her back. Running her hands down over the top and long skirt she was wearing, to tidy it. When the door opened she looked at him with her sparkling eyes, one of which was purple and the other was green.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 09:20:49</strong>
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				The reason he was meeting her in a hotel room was the same it had always been: He lived out of town, but the work he did brought him to the city where they paid for his hotel fees. That was the cover story since he met her, and she didn't question it. Zeranth had even went so far as to actually rent the room for the weeks, and had a lesser demon stay in it so that if she were to ask around, his story would seem true. Even though he wasn't supposed to be, loving her was something too important to mess up. And if she ever found out he was a demon, he'd be more than ruined. He'd have to take her down, unless she accepted him for who he was. But he didn't expect her to. He just hoped that whoever sent him that letter was bluffing, and that if she did know, that she wouldn't try to kill him. <br><br>Then he heard the knock at the door, and sat up from his position on the bed. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zeranth</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/236/2/9/aron_soahel__demon_by_mavrosh-d6jjbio.jpg)</div></div> turned into Henry, the man with short and spiked brown hair, blue eyes, medium build, and a bright smile. Of course, this man really only existed as a disguise. He walked to the door, nervous, and looked through the peephole. He was relieved to see that it was only Taylor. He wasn't sure if she was going to come, and there she was, the angel he was forbidden to love.<br><br>Quickly, the locks began to sound as he released the first and second, then opened the door. Although his breath was running quickly, he did his best to look calm. <strong>"Hey... I didn't think you were going to come."</strong> Henry said with a small smile. He stepped to the side to let her in, starting to think that just maybe everything would turn out alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelOfDarkness</strong> on <strong>12-03-2016, 09:42:19</strong>
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				Avalyn stood at the door, framed by the door framing staring at him. He knew her as <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Taylor</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/94/0c/c3/940cc36430e951628299d40f5274bc41.jpg) </div></div>and somehow he had never questioned her colour though it was a very unique to say the least. A smile slowly grew on her face and she reached out to take hold of his hand like she normally did. Stepping into the room once he stepped aside and waited for him to shut the door again. Taylor couldn't help but smile at him even though she was wondering if the note was true, though hoping it wasn't.<br><br>"I am glad I came, I have missed you quite badly" Once he had shut the door she slowly walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. "I am very happy to be able to hold you again" It was a few moments of what he thought was gentle peaceful quiet and then suddenly a sharp pain appeared. Taylor stepped back from him and was holding a dagger in her hand "I'm so sorry I was ordered to do it." Her eyes were welling up in tears as the effects of the dagger began to take hold of him "You lied to me. How could you use me like that. I was so deep in love with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 07:56:58</strong>
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				He smiled when she hugged him, wrapping his own arms back around her and resting his cheek on her head. He gave the top of her head a kiss when she said how happy she was. <strong>"I've missed you too-"</strong> The speech was interrupted by a blade entering his back, drawing forth a shuddering gasp instead of her name from his lips. Now in front of her was the shambling disguise of a human. Skin cracked, red pulsating light peeked through, and the tinge grew dark. Horns sprouted, as did a tail, and dark wings. Now red eyes went down to the dagger, dripping black blood and then back up into her eyes.<br><br>She apologized, yet had already done it. Her words came in a rush to him, orders, lies, love. The blade had pierced deep between his ribs, pricking at his heart and causing him to lose blood very fast, with the accompanied burning sensation of an enchanted dagger. Tears welled up in her eyes, and he could only watch for just that moment before he staggered from the sudden wound, grasping what he could in order to stabilize himself. There was nothing, and the only thing he'd managed to do was push over the television off of the nearby stand as he fell to the floor.<br><br>He wouldn't last. The dagger's holy poison spread through him quickly, and his breath became shallow. But he had so much to say, and so few breaths to say it with. Zeranth stared up at her from the floor, parting his lips to say what he hoped would let her know everything. <strong>"So was I."</strong> So was Zeranth, ordered to kill her, and so deeply in love with her. It was the most genuine, amazing feeling he ever had and now she had robbed him of it along with his life. He couldn't die happy with the love of an exquisite creature, no, he would die knowing that she was the one who willingly silenced him. So as he lay there, breaths becoming shorter and shorter, he shut his eyes, awaiting death. Even though he knew it would not be the end for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Hell Meets the Heavens (AngelofDarkness and I)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelOfDarkness</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 11:48:42</strong>
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				Stepping away from him she was breathing deep in anxiety and sadness. Watching him stagger and fall to the floor, listening to grasp for breath, caused her heart to ping in pain. Tears were streaming down her face and staining her skin as she tried to hold back open crying. “I love you with all my heart, I have never felt like this ever before. I had never known this feeling until I met you. You were lying to me the whole time.” Wiping the tears off her cheeks with both her hands “How could you lie to me so easily … for so long?” She stepped back another couple of steps away from him “I still love you the part I’ve known during our time together. They ordered me to do it I’m so sorry.” Unable to face him anymore knowing she was ending her one true love’s life, she turned and opened the hotel door. Glancing back to him and swallowing down “I am sorry” She started crying as she left the room and shut the door behind her.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Time went by and she suffered daily with the emotional pain of murdering her one true love. As she had followed orders she kept her position and her wings, even receiving a promotion amongst the choir of angels. She helped many millions of lost souls after the darkest moment in her life. Every other day she felt lost herself, unable to know to forget the missing piece of her heart.<br><br>A day with a cloud covered sky most people were going about their business. All except a crowd of onlookers and emergency services blocking up a road, right outside a six story building. Up on the top of the building, standing on a ledge was a man. His suit jacket was laying on the roof, his tie was loosened and his shirt was untucked from his pants. The police negotiator was trying to talk him down with a bullhorn as a team was creating a plan to go up and get the man down.<br><br>Out of nowhere a soft breeze rose up and pushed the man back from the front of the ledge. He glanced back to assure his footing and there she stood, Avalyn. Her wavy black hair blowing about in the gentle breeze, her white camisole hung from her frame nicely as her floor length light peach coloured skirt hung from her hips and cascaded down hiding her barefeet. “Come down from there. You have no need to be standing up there, you have a family that loves you dearly. Is your job really worth losing that, when you could find another job instead of saddening your family.”<br>
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