Tempting the Mortal (Kuje & Misskitty19)
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				Title: <strong>Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>15-11-2013, 23:38:12</strong>
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				It took an event, usually death or near death, for mortals to be able to see the angels that guarded them throughout their lives, helping whenever they could or trying to change the actions that mortals seemed to throw themselves into. Most mortals had one of those cute cherub type of angels watching over them since that was what was expected. Then there were other mortals who had someone like him as their guardian and currently Nerael hovered near her while pondering the war with demons that never seems to end. It's been going on longer than mortals realize and some of the tales stretch back when the Greeks, and other civilizations that are long gone, came into being.<br><br>He rather liked a lot of the modern world though even if those "upstairs" took longer then those "down below" to change and adapt some of the mortals new technology. His thoughts were also partly about her mother and how he felt that he had failed her and the punishment that he's had because of that doubt. He wasn't the same as when he was watching over that woman and how she might have gotten control of a weapon and ended the war but before all that could happen, she had fallen in love and given birth to her daughter before she was claimed by those "upstairs." Now he had a bit of a darker streak and that reflected in his appearance. Still, he was a celestial protector and he hasn't let doubt change him so much that he ran the risk of becoming a Fallen.<br><br>Nerael only kept a steady gaze on the other that was the other half of the two that battling each other over this human woman. He itched to go into battle but so far, Azon hadn't done anything to the woman that would cause Nerael to draw his blade and throttle the demon.<br><br>Nerael before, when her mother was alive:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/NeraelBefKuje.jpg)</div></div><br>Nerael now:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/NeraelAftKuje.jpg)</div></div><br>*****<br><br>My brother, although he will never admit to it, amused me. The loss of his charge has done some harm to him and it brings a smile to my face knowing that he was closer to becoming like I am than he might realize. Nor would he ever admit to me being his brother since I'm the one that turned my back on him. Talk about holding a grudge since that was centuries ago. But whatever. This modern time is so much more fun and the entertainments, oh they are such grand fuel and it's so easy now to corrupt mortals to my side.<br><br>I, at least, don't keep myself invisible even if mortals don't know what I truly look like since I keep my demonic shape masked with a bit of bending light in such a way that it hides those features and takes on the appearance of whatever the mortal believes I should look like. That has been fun when it seems like they believe me to be a woman. Most demons can bend light around themselves like that, it's not that hard and it only takes a few decades to learn, if you want to leave "downstairs." <br><br>So here's the deal, this girl is my charge and it's my job to try to sway her to my side. So far, neither of us have managed to really do anything with her but I have plans and it will be fun to watch my brother try to stop me. What can I say, I get off knowing that he's hovering and that we'll beat the crap out of each other sooner or later.<br><br>Azon: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/AzonKuje.jpg)</div></div><br>*****<br><br>"Hey sweets. Want to have some fun?" Azon asked, turning his attention fully onto the girl of the woman that could have been a powerful demon but maybe her daughter could be instead. Love, what a waste and that automatically kept her from going "downstairs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 05:29:49</strong>
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				The tightly wound, ball a fury that was Sarafina would not relax. As a blond with lazy loosely wound curls and the fully curvaceous form of a high quality x rated movie star, it was hard enough for her to get any respect in her chosen field.<br><br>" What's a pretty little thing like you want to go into politics for?" One of her high school teachers had asked when she told them what she'd be taking when the time came to continue her schooling. Truthfully it wasn't the politicians that fascinated her. It was the nameless people behind them . The ones she'd seen fetching coffee and organizing sheduals, writings speeches and arranging press conferences. These people were the ones that fascinated her, the nameless faces that held so much power to make things happen. <br><br>She knew now there was so much more to it all, after fighting tooth and nail to earn the highest grades in her class and submitting the best of the best references she was now interning under the presidential aid. The presidents right hand was teaching her the ins and the outs of the position and as a result her friends were feeling neglected. <br><br>A future political aid in a sleepy place like this? She could only hope that she wasn't spotted by anyone important.<br><br>Blue eyes, so sinfully innocent, peered about the establishment. She shouldn't have come. In a career like the one she'd chosen your reputation was everything, and places like these ruined a girls reputation faster then&nbsp; she cared to think about. <br><br>The shortened version of her name called across the semi crowded room pulled Fina from her thoughts and she turned to see&nbsp; herself being gestured over to a group of young men and woman that she had classes with. Dutifully she smiled even though she wanted to go home and crawl into her bed with one of her school texts and drift off to sleep. Instead here she was surrounded by sweaty bodies and more discrepancies then you could shake a stick at. Just as she was about to tell one of her friends she wanted to leave&nbsp; she found her attention being drawn to the man that thought his comment might entice her into the same&nbsp; activities her friends were intent on.<br><br>He was attractive enough.Though there was something about his appearance that was off putting to her. She smiled&nbsp; kindly and declined informing the man that she was here to spend time with her friends. She turned away from the man.&nbsp; She accepted a drink from one of her friends and nursed it for the most part of the evening. When she finally laid her head on the pillow, sleep took her with a small content smile. At least her friends would be satisfied for a time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>24-11-2013, 19:51:18</strong>
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				Nerael smirked in contempt at hearing that cheesy pick up line and how Sarafina managed to blow Azon off, making it clear that she wasn't interested. That was what he expected, she wouldn't fall for such an easy trap and he trusted that she would have done exactly as she had done. Look at what she dreamed of doing when she grew up and how she applied herself to working towards that passion. Many might have been corrupted when they got into politics or even became the helpers of politicians but as far as he knew his charge wasn't a typical aide.<br><br>Nerael reached over and gently touched one of those blonde curls while he listened to what was discussed between the friends that she was with tonight, knowing that none of them knew that he was standing behind her and smirking at the demon that had tried to converse with her. Even when she left he kept with her ans settled into place at the top of her bed so he would look down at her while she slept. It never crossed his thoughts that mortal morals might be something that he's broke more than once since he's watched over her even when she thought she was alone and that allowed him to know every part of her because Nerael has seen her naked more times than it might have been a good idea to have seen.<br><br>Staying at the top of her bed, he reached out again and touched her curls again, not realizing that he was started to feel more for the daughter of the woman that he failed.<br><br>*****<br><br>The power that he was feeding from inside of the bar was such a good meal. Sex, mostly in the bathrooms, drinking, a bit of drug use, again in the bathrooms, and other vices were giving him so much energy. Azon's smile grew a bit, turning into a predatory look and one that was a little mocking when his question was shot down. If that guardian wasn't standing over her the response would have been something different but instead he didn't do anything more except to swivel around on the bar stool, lean his back against the bar, and watch the group at the table. Friends, now that could work to his advantage he thought as he eyed them some more, looking for something.<br><br>Yes, those two would be perfect and their guardians were weak little cherub angels that split their time between other mortals, giving him a chance to get away with his plan. Once he saw that the blonde, who kind of looked like an angel herself, was heading off and her goody goody was going with her, Azon slid off the stool and outside. He found a place near the door but not to close and lay down like was hurt, letting bruises form on his body and waiting for the two that he had singled out to come out.<br><br>He had picked out one of Sarafina's female friends and one of her male friends and when they, hopefully, came close to see if he was alright or needed help, was when he touched both of them. Since they were in a drunken or buzzed state, it was easier to influence them a little so they would make more time to try to get Sarafina involved with each of them. For now he only wanted from them to get the woman to loosen her morals a little, there was no hurry to push the plan too far to fast.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 03:33:19</strong>
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				The feeling of being loved was not unfamiliar to her. She'd been loved by her parents and friends. Now though she felt as if she was treasured constantly. It was a good feeling. Like being warm on the coldest of days. That's how she felt as she fell asleep.<br><br>The duvet covered her form up to her shoulders and outlined every curve as she slept and the down pillow cradled&nbsp; her head as dreams and their images worked their way into her mind. <br><br>Her mother, just as she remembered her, sitting in the garden, surrounded by daisies and budding almond trees. A tiny twig of jasmine accenting a snowdrop blossom&nbsp; twirled in the older woman's hands as she approached Sarafina, she felt like crying when the blooms were tucked behind her ear. Her mother's whispering as she felt herself being pulled near and embraced frightening her. <br><br>" He is with you like he was with me. Hope and grace. Remember that you are the hope and grace." Suddenly as the phrase pulled back she felt something behind her when she turned she saw herself as a child. Her mothers face twisting in a large mirrors reflective surface her eyes widened as she broke off in a run. Each step she took revealing a new memory, a new part of her life twisting and distorting going from beautiful and typical to haunting and disfigured. Her prom was a nightmare, but tame next to the terror that was her graduation as deformed figures that were her friends and their families chased her across the crowded rental hall.<br><br>Her first&nbsp; kiss what where she came to a stop the only moment that seemed like it was still peaceful. That was until the gentle boy with bright green eyes she remembered got violent. <br><br>Her whole body moved. The back of her hand smacking against the pillows and her chest moving rapidly with each terrified breath. Toes curling under the duvet which had become twisted and piled about her legs. The black and white mess of silk and lace sticking to her skin as her back arched and her eyes tightened while still remaining closed . A gasped 'no' slipping com her lips&nbsp; before repeating in something akin to a scream as she shot up to the sound of her alarm buzzing throughout the room. Sure enough as her eyes opened each scene slipped from her mind leaving the fear behind. Her heart pounding as she kicked the tangled mass of cloth away from her&nbsp; legs she brushed the sweat dampened hair from her face. <br>&nbsp; <br>This was happening more then she'd care to admit. One night she'd sleep well. The next she'd dream of terrible things that would either leave her scared or exhilarated, even aroused . Causing a severe personal examination. Was she loosing her mind?<br><br>Class wouldn't wait for the mulling over her sanity to come to an end and strangely enough focusing on her normal morning routine was calming. At least enough that she had begun to feel the same way she had&nbsp; before falling asleep. Loved.As she was getting out of the shower a knock on her apartment door urged her to hastily wrap a towel about herself and hurry downs the hall. She opened the door to find her best girlfriend, holding a package.<br><br>" This was outside your door. Now get ready, your coming with us. "&nbsp; While setting aside the&nbsp; package she tried to explain that even though it was a Friday she wasn't going to push aside her responsibilities and that even a handsome guy offering them a free room for the weekend at a expensive family owned ski resort wasn't enough to make her change her mind. " Come on! I really want to go and it'd be a bore without my best friend." <br><br>The pleading began to get at her, having past canceled dates and&nbsp; hours spent studying or keeping company being thrown in her face&nbsp; finally made her agree.<br><br>An hour later Sarafina found herself in&nbsp; the car with four of her closest friends, looking out the passenger side window at the mirror, eyes widening when for just the slightest moment she&nbsp; sees someone in the reflection. She was just about to ask the driver to stop when the image disappeared and she wrote it off as a trick of light.&nbsp; Chuckling as her best girlfriend&nbsp; made plans to sleep with the first loaded guest she came across. Some people never changed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 19:33:23</strong>
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				For as long as he's been her angel protector, Nerael, had seen the night terrors and the movements they caused as she slept. Searching back through the memories of her so short life so far, he recalled that they were something that started soon after she came into this world. He's tried to find out more about why she experienced these but all he knew was that it was a "gift" that came through her mother and that they might also be because of the soul that was inside of her. Seeing the thrashing that started, he hovered over the bed and pulled back from feeling the golden strands that he had been touching. He knew there wasn't anything he could do to still what was happening in her mind but that didn't mean he couldn't give some of the comfort that he's done for the past two decades and a little longer when her sleep was disturbed. His hands moved over her, and on top of the covers, in gestures meant to sooth even as he fluttered back at the cry that sounded when he saw her wake. If he didn't know better, he could even say that those terrors might be something that Azon has managed to slip past him, giving the mortal girl the taste of what Hell might be like but if that was the case, he wasn't sure how Azon was doing that.<br><br>Giving her some privacy once he saw where she was heading because he didn't need to watch her bathe again, he's done that more than once, Nerael joined the small handful of other angels that watched over the mortals that were living or working nearby. Terrible gossips most angels were and for the most part he tended to keep to himself since he relationship with his charge was different and unique. As he was aware, he only watched over one important woman. So right now he decided to join the conversations, listening about the talk of how mortals lived, how their decisions brought on some hurt and how that made the humans grow stronger for the most part, and even how not all of Hell's influence was what caused heartache for humans. <br><br>He had just returned when he saw her heading out and Nerael thought he sensed a bit of Hell's touch on her friend. With a flare of his wings he glided after the two and settled on the top of the car, riding it like he was surfing. Where was she heading and why had she skipped out of going to class? At one point he leaned his head over the side of roof, looking down at Sarafina and also giving Azon a steady stare once he noticed the demon's actions. He didn't realize that his control over his invisibility had slipped a little, letting her see him in the mirror.<br><br>*****<br><br>After the bar, Azon wandered some of the street nearby. There was plenty of humans to bring closer to Hell. Drugs to be had, or addictions to those drugs to strengthen with a touch and a little drain of his power. Overseeing his street walkers, many of which were succubi in disguise, and the few woman that&nbsp; would be changed into a succubi when they probably died from the diseases that came from selling themselves. Within hours he was finished and on his way to see what might have been caught with the small trap that he started, wondering if Sarafina's friend, or friends, had come through.<br><br>Leaning against the wall in an alley nearby he started to smile a wide smirking smile when he saw her come out with her friend and head off to wherever she had been convinced to go. Then the angel was with them and so was her friends. The angel of Sarafina's friend would be easy to distract, it was one of those pesky cherubs and they were like children, so easy to make them lose interest for awhile just by making them see something that would catch their eye. Shiny or pretty things tended to do that easily.<br><br>With a thought, he created a motorcycle and kept behind the car except at times when he sped up to keep pace with the car, giving him a chance to look into the passenger window and at Sarafina, or move around the car and do the same to her friend. Seeing the ski equipment, he had a pretty good idea where they were heading and what the weekend would bring. Oh, this would be fun and having so many angels together might give him a chance to get her away from Nerael. Indeed, this weekend could be very amusing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 03:13:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sarafina laughed at her friends comment after they had seen the suite they had complimentarily received as soon as they arrived, her best friend was going on about how she’d probably have to let&nbsp; the wealthy guy that had invited them do her in the backdoor. The mostly innocent Sarafina laughed, not knowing if she’d ever have the courage to even do something like that let alone announce it&nbsp; publicly with very little shame. “ Clair, you’re such a whore.” She muttered playfully and her friend’s tinking laughter&nbsp; &nbsp;tossed back a playful taunt echoed from the bathroom, which Sarafina had yet to check out.<br>“ Prude.”<br><br>They dressed&nbsp; in their ski gear and made their way to the&nbsp; lift and the group of them went up the mountain. It wasn’t long before Clair, having enraptured the wealthy&nbsp; &nbsp;boy, left with him for some, ‘ hot tub fun.’ That left Sarafina all on her own on the mountain. As she slowly made her way down. She wasn’t an expert of any sort but she’d be able to hold her own in a race, having done a bit&nbsp; in her&nbsp; early college days, it was the pastime of many of her wealthy classmates and as a pretty, sociable girl. She had gotten a few invites. She continued on until she was almost soaked to the skin and&nbsp; the cold was too much to bear. Once inside&nbsp; she&nbsp; ran her fingers through her tangled locks and&nbsp; wrapped herself in a warm robe. They were all meeting later in the evening for dinner and drinks but for now, with a cup of tea clasped between her hands and a chair&nbsp; facing the magnificent view, Sarafina&nbsp; was able to relax.<br><br>Later that evening , she met her friends for dinner, not at all surprised&nbsp; when two of their&nbsp; companions arrived with crumpled clothes and goofy grins on their faces. Fina loved Clair. She figured they fit so well because the girl was so loose and free when it came to life. Such a&nbsp; contrast to Sarafina that they complimented each other well. Even in appearance . Where her friend was all dark hair and eyes. Fina rocked the&nbsp; blond hair and blue eyes. <br><br>Seeing her friend so happy made her wonder a bit. The tale of lust that her body promised ended almost as soon as it began but no one would know that to look at her. Her thighs rubbed together in a brief moment of longing as she slid her fork into her mouth and she pretended nothing was amiss, wondering how much longer she would be obligated to linger after the meal. <br><br>She hadn’t been sure what to wear so when the simple black dress with the low v neck and delicate gold leaf rose embroidered hem was laid out on her bed she’d assumed their host had decided to treat her. But she had been confused as to why he had done so for her and not Clair. Nonetheless the dress fit her perfectly and with a pair of strappy pumps and a small silk ribbon&nbsp; tying back her hair she looked deliciously wicked.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 06:16:38</strong>
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				Nerael grimaced, listening to the conversation that was taking place inside of the room that he had followed the mortals into. It was such a great thing, being able to pass through walls or reality like it was nothing. How could anyone enjoy the talk about having something in their rear? Mortals! Sometimes he just didn't understand them. Even more so, how could they enjoy sex as much as they seemed too? That usually led to sinning and that mean Hell would gain another hold. Although maybe that was Azon's fault, his energy loosened the morals of mortals. He could sense a bit of Azon's touch on Clair, which worried her but she wasn't his to protect unless Sarafina was in trouble because of something Clair was doing. Nerael's glare returned though as he sent it directed towards Clair's guardian angel. Cherub's, so flighty! Hers had wandered off because of two mortals that were in love had caught his attention, leaving Clair open to suggestions!<br><br>Gliding over the snow that didn't feel cold to him, nor did the air outside, Nerael kept up with Serefina during her trip down the mountain. She might not be aware of the other skier that he had changed the path of so that the mortal didn't crash into her and send her reeling, or the change in the snow that would have also sent her tumbling since some of snow had loosened. <br><br>Still hovering, Nerael glared across the small space that separated him from Azon. That demon had done something just from the way he seemed to be smirking and then it became clear once Nerael saw his charge dressed in the black number she was wearing. Nerael's fists clenched beneath the gauntlets that covered his hands and his eyes almost popped out of his face from beneath the hood that covered his head. He couldn't possibly feel a hint of lust for her. He wasn't supposed to do that and he was an angel!<br><br>Reaching out, Nerael's hands stroked the ends of the blond hair that had been gathered back and held in place with the ribbon. He wasn't concentrating again and for the second time, his mask that kept his from being seen slipped, allowing a faded image of him to appear behind her and a bit up in the air because his wings were spread out and open.<br><br>What was Azon doing? Nerael thought over and over while glaring at the demon that was pretending to be mortal again. Nerael grew more and more annoyed as Azon kept ignoring him, or the threats that Nerael sent his way, or the other actions that were taking place. <br><br>******<br><br>Azon grinned, feeling the demonic machine between his legs rumble with a noise that sounded like the thunder of a well built machine. Once he followed the others inside, taking on the shape of a mortal, he listened to the conversation. "That's right Clair, you are a whore and taking it up the ass is as good as you make it out to be," he said to himself from where he was leaning against the wall outside of their room. "Miss prude might not be that way for much longer either."<br><br>Finding his own enjoyment, Azon didn't bother to go out onto the mountain. There was plenty to occupy him inside of the buildings, spreading more sin among everyone. Lust. Gluttony. Envy. Greed. Oh yes, all that and more! Even the chance to connect with that whore, which he managed to do since he had already connected to her earlier when he pretended to be injured. His hell touch was on her already, so it was easier to join her in a round, or many rounds, of sex.<br><br>Slipping inside of her room, and using the power that was her friends still, Azon created the black number and shoes before he slipped out again. It would be great to one up that pricky angel by seeing the black number on Sarafina. Azon was walking by when he saw Sarafina eating with her friends and he ran his hand along her arm for a moment, letting her feel some of the power that was his now that he had tasted her friend. He gave her back some of what Clair had felt and he smiled when he felt her spike of lust or the actions that happened when he saw that she felt it. Rubbing her legs together. That never helped and it only made things worse.<br><br>"Hot?" came his deep voice once he dropped his own invisibility to appear next to her at the table and close enough that he was almost invading her personal space. "I mean you look hot in that dress." He eyed Clair again, giving her a wink and smile before he turned his attention back to Sarafina. "Yes, you look hot in that dress. You're not a prude, now are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 03:39:50</strong>
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				Sarafina&nbsp; jumped slightly at his closeness and dropped her fork. As the utensil&nbsp; clattered against her plate she apologized for being so&nbsp; clumsy wondering if he’d heard the conversation she’d had with her friend. She recovered well however, as the stranger, neared and she felt&nbsp; a sinister sort of attraction move through her. She closed her eyes once as a wicked grin feathered onto her features.<br><br>“ I don’t know if you’d call being selective&nbsp; a prude. After all… I have much to offer in all.” She exentuated her point by setting her other hand, that had been on her own thigh, onto his own. “ Aspects of life.” Her hand slid up slowly bordering&nbsp; on indecent before falling away. “ And I need to make sure whomever it’s spent with is worth it. “&nbsp; her grin fell into a visage of false seriousness.&nbsp; “ Either that or I’m just picky and looking for an angel.” <br><br>Turning away and excusing herself she rose to&nbsp; find the nearest rest room. The last part&nbsp; had surprised even herself. Where had that come from? An Angel? Really? She sighed and&nbsp; lightly fiddled s with her hair in the mirror, Not a strand was out of place, yet it rarely was. She’d felt strangely protected the moment she’d rose. Something akin to being held. She felt like that from time to time, those were times when she’d seen the angel that she was sure was just her mind playing tricks on her. Maybe that&nbsp; was where she’d gotten the idea? She laughed as she&nbsp; looked into the mirror. She felt so absurd. What did she think that she had a guardian angel? <br><br>There was that dream, her mothers words. Maybe. Just maybe that’s what they had meant?<br><br>“ Are you here? “She asked quietly as she stared in the mirror, the&nbsp; warmth of her own arousal still tangible as she leaned forward. The naughtiest part of her wanted to excuse herself from the rest of the meal so that she could take care of that problem. <br><br>Still she returned,&nbsp; as if nothing had happened, feeling almost exhausted from the battle within herself, to do what she wanted, no matter the consequences or do what she should.<br><br>Her hands still wandered. <br><br>Later that&nbsp; night, after a few drinks had muddled her mind and&nbsp; a nightgown of black lace&nbsp; slid against the warm sheet, her hands slid over her nearly bare breasts, the lace rough against sensitive flesh in a delicious way, just that caused her to tilt her head back in a silent moan as&nbsp; her eyes closed and she imagined&nbsp; a dark&nbsp; winged&nbsp; man’s eyes&nbsp; slipping over her each curve, her hands were not her own, but his in her mind’s eye as the sunk lower, past the dip of her stomach and towards the smooth sensitive flesh between her slightly parted thighs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 05:18:54</strong>
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				Nereal hovered back a bit behind her, keeping the slight space that he always did even if his presence never interfered when he was in the same space that she shared when he actually moved closer to her. All angels managed to move into space around their charges. It was some weird type of physics that existed. It just wasn't explained, nor did angels even try to explain it. His typical frown returned though but again, Azon was playing it within the rules so Nereal couldn't do anything beyond giving the demon his steady glares.<br><br>Gliding through the structure and into the bathroom, Nereal listened to what was going on inside during the "private" conversation she was having with herself. Reaching out, his fingers stroked the ends of the hair that had been gathered back, setting some of the strands aflutter but that movement could have been taken to have happened from the air blowing from the vents inside of the room. The feel of the silken hair stirred more inside of him again and those feelings, he knew, were dangerous since feeling anything more for a charge could break so many angelic laws.<br><br>"Always," he answered, his voice musical but deep. Could she hear him? He wasn't sure but at least he answered her.<br><br>Was she aware again that he actually traced the touch that moved over her when she touched herself with her own hands? He couldn't stop himself, he wanted to be close to her and for once, Nereal gave in to his own desires instead of following the laws. The soft skin, the air that escaped her during each breath, and everything. It had drawn him to her after he saw what she had started and now his touch matched hers perfectly.<br><br>*****<br><br>Azon's amused laughter came from him. "Did I frighten you? That was not my intent but I saw you from across the room while you were sitting with your friends and I had to come over here to tell you that you looked hot in that dress." Pulling a chair over from another table, Azon settled in place between Clair and Sarafina, giving him a chance to stroke her friends back and flush her with memories of what she had done earlier when the demon, in another disguise, had taken Clair to places that she had talked about and wanted.<br><br>"Selective. I like that. It shows that someone is searches for pleasures that they value instead of just pleasures that come from simple whims." Azon smiled over at her, lightly grasping her thigh and flexing his fingers against the hand that was now lying on top of his. He eyed her a little more, wondering how close would her hand reach towards his crotch. "Of course. Only those are worthy should deserve your attention." Then he stilled and seemed to glare over his shoulder once he heard the comment about the angel, looking at a space that seemed to be empty. "Angels. They are weak willed and not worth anyone's time at all."<br><br>Those were all the words he could get out before he heard her excuse herself. Once he saw that she had left the table, Azon's attention focused on Clair and the two of them were wrapped around each other. They were lost in each others heated gazes, tongues and lips pushing against each other, hands roaming wherever they could, and other movements. He had made Clair fall under his power and he wasn't going to let that spoil since the mortal would play such a good role in his plan that involved Sarafina, her friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 03:30:41</strong>
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				Sarafina came, a name ghosting off of her lips, one she had never heared spoken out loud before, one that just seemed to&nbsp; be there and on her mind as her body tensed under a tidal wave of pleaser. It was good. it always was when she touched herself. After all, she knew her body&nbsp; better then anyone else , there was always something missing though. <br><br>She paid little thought to what she had said amidst her orgasim and curld up to go to sleep. Sure that tonight&nbsp; she wouldn't be&nbsp; harassed by her dreams. It was very early morning when she awoke. dazed and unsure what had waken her she went to sit up. It was then that she noticed the blankets she'd covered herself with had moved and&nbsp; her&nbsp; lace nightgown had been pushed up . Fighting off the reminants of sleep and what seemed to be another orgasim being forced from her body by the dark haired individual who was at work between her thighs.<br><br>Wait. she'd know those highlights anywhere. <br>"C-clair?" she asked tentatively&nbsp; as the person lapping at her clit paused. Sensing her change in sentience she supposed. She half hoped she was wrong and half&nbsp; wanted to see a familiar face. She didn't know what she'd do if it turned out to be someone else. She should have locked the door.<br><br>Clair looked up at her and spoke in a deep voice she didn't quite recognize as she&nbsp; crawled over her form to push Fina back into the mattress. " Shush and just enjoy." Then lips touched her own and Sarafina's eyes widened.&nbsp; Her hands pushed at her friend violently and a sharp refusal left her lips.<br><br>" I never.... Clair I.... I think it's best you leave." She didn't know what to do, what to say, Clair had never hinted towards this and Sarafina had never&nbsp; lead her to believe she'd be interested in any way . That coupled with the odd sort of longing that was her body begging to be pushed over the brink of orgasm it had been to roughly dragged to. " I'll get a cab in the morning and go home. I think it's best we have some space for a while."<br><br>Had she really just lost a best friend? As she watched Clair leave she knew&nbsp; she wouldn't be getting any more sleep. The buzz of her body distracting her as&nbsp; she tried to piece together what had just happened. She spent the most part of the night&nbsp; going over it again and again in her mind and when the Cab arrived the following morning, even though she hadn't gotten much sleep she steeled her gaze away from Clair's pleading eyes and helped the driver lift her things into the trunk.<br><br>" Fina.... I.... I don't know what came over me.... I'm so sorry, I didn't even realize what I'd done until I left you last night. I didn't even know I'd drank so much..." Sarafina didn't even acknowledge her friend and because of this she felt terrible as the cab started and drove off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 23:40:04</strong>
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				Staying with her, at least until he saw that she was deep into slumber, Nereal's large hands moved over her some more. It was amazing watching mortals bask in the pleasure of sex, even if it was sex with herself. And that could also be a sin. Still, the experience of watching them always amazed him. Once he figured she was safe in the room for the evening, Nereal ghosted away to seek out that cherub of Clair's and to give him a stern talking to. He knew they were flighty but still, the lesser angel needed to understand that it had to be more aware of what was going on. Nereal wasn't aware that Azon's hand was involved in that either and that the demon had tricked the lesser angel into leaving Clair alone.<br><br>Nereal wasn't sure what had taken place last night and he frowned as he listened to the exchange that happened between the two. At least Clair's angel had returned even if he was giving Nereal concerned looks from where he was hovering over Clair's shoulder. With a flap of his wings, Nereal settled on the top of the cab again and peered in through one of the side windows. Where was his charge going? He would find out. Slipping through the metal roof, he settled onto the seat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and sending warmth, love, concern, and caring towards her to wrap her in those emotions since he could see she was distraught. Plus it washed away any lingering touch that might be on her from Azon's games.<br><br>"Sarafina," he said in the silence of the cab. "Forgive Clair. She wasn't herself. Her actions didn't cause harm."<br><br>*****<br><br>So snotty and uptight. It was no wonder that they were tricked so easy. Playing dirty was all part of the fun and games. So yea, I tricked the idiotic love angel by convincing him that he was neglecting his duties with his other charges. So, off he went to spread love. Gag me. Seriously. How pathetic. Slipping into the room where Clair was dozing, a little touch made it easy to get her to leave and pad across the hall to her friends. With a click of the lock, and a simple spike of magic, the door opened and in she went. <br><br>Laughing all the way, Azon watched what unfolded and even laughed harder when Sarafina woke with a start. Ah perfect. Chaos and lust. That worked out better and the plans were underway. Skipping out of the room before stick in the mud could return, Azon settled into the room with Clair and wrapped more of his power around her, watching her masturbate as she cried and whispered her friends name over and over because of his influence. At least until she passed out, which was when he left to go find some others to toy with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 22:39:59</strong>
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				Sarafina wasn’t going to hold a grudge forever. Clair was a good friend&nbsp; but right now&nbsp; she just couldn’t deal with&nbsp; the reality of the situation. She’d been nearly forced to orgasm without her consent by someone who she had trusted and it was going to take her time. Still she felt bad as&nbsp; the cab drove off. It didn’t take long for the cab to get her home. Burying her nose into the books took her mind almost completely from what happened. Like most political science majors she knew a lot about the past. What had worked for some and failed for other’s. <br><br>She never really stopped to consider the irony of it all. The girl who knew so little about her own past, finding a love in that of other’s.<br><br>She looked at the time. Well past noon. If she left now though, she could probably still make the library in time to take out a few things and prepare for the next day, where she would be sitting in on a press conference addressing some of the public’s political concerns.<br><br><br>Dressed in an ivory jacket over a slimming black suit of French silk, matching smart dress pants hugged her bottom and slid down to a lovely pair of cream colored pumps. She looked every bit the professional. Maybe that was why when the man she was interning under called in sick she was instructed to do his job. A bit wide eyes and certainly shocked that she had gotten this opportunity she introduced the president to a field full of reporters briefly mentioning the topics he was going to address.<br><br>&nbsp; She took a deep breath as she turned the mic over to the man, wondering for a moment if it was a gift or something… An opportunity like <br>this, if used correctly, could rocket her career faster than studying ever could.<br><br>Still buzzing with excitement when she got home, a manicured nail deleted Clair’s messages without even listening to them.&nbsp; She felt terrible about that sure but, today was her day there was no need to ruin it.&nbsp; She even considered a drink, with a long look at the cubbord in which she kept her liquor but decided against it. Curling up on the sofa with the one thing she had left of her mother’s, A leatherbound diary.<br>Opening to the first page she began to read words she had attempted to read in the past but , with distractions here and there, she'd never&nbsp; really had the time.<br><br>She felt her cheeks flush at the mention of a man, several men who were in her mother's life. One&nbsp; her mother spoke of as almost other worldly and Sarafina wondered if he was in anyway related to the visions of&nbsp; the man she was seeing? Delving deeper into the book she was disappointed to find that there was no future mention&nbsp; of the man as her mother's&nbsp; writings began talking about the man she guessed was her father.<br><br>Still, there was a name there that she felt she'd known already, as her fingers slid along&nbsp; the ink, that had been penned to paper before she had even existed,&nbsp; she wondered what had ever happened to the man who&nbsp; her mother had once spoken of so fondly.<br><br>"Nereal." Slipped from between her lips as&nbsp; she closed the book&nbsp; staring off as the adrenaline she'd felt from earlier in the day wear off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 04:23:06</strong>
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				Perched among the ceiling of the room, Nereal peered down at the mortals and kept up some conversation with the other angels that had filled the room. It was a perfect time to gossip, or in his case, listen to the gossip that rolled around him since he hardly ever said a word. The other angels spoke enough that he felt that he didn't need to add much, plus he was always one of the more withdrawn and silent guardian angels due to his own experiences and feeling a bit different than the others. Sarafina was different and that made him the same way. <br><br>The call of his name drew him back to her home since he had escaped for a little bit. He was visiting her mother and father since he still looked over them from time to time even though they were in the upper plane. The call of Sarafina's voice pulled at him and all of a sudden, he appeared before her with his wings stretched out, his hood covering his head, and the tense like he was thinking that he needed to battle something. Staring across the space that was between them, he wondered suddenly what her reaction would be to having such a being appear in the middle of the room before her because hearing her call his name loosened the rule, so now he could show himself to her instead of the mirage like appearances that he has done recently.<br><br>"Sarafina," came his musical but deep voice.<br><br>*********<br><br>Azon, after coming back from the ski lodge, settled in with Clair to give her some more sex and pleasure. Plus while with her, or sometimes possessing her, he had her call Sarafina and leave messages to try to explain what was going on in her thoughts. Or to beg to be forgiven. Sure, he was a demon but that didn't mean he stopped some mortal from trying to apologize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 19:19:21</strong>
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				Her eyes widened and she dropped the book in her hands. Nothing, not even her mother’s brief descriptions could have prepared her for this. Not catching the fleeting sight of him here and there&nbsp; since long before she could remember. Here he was, solid as she herself.<br><br>Still , with all these short sightings, all this knowledge, and the feeling of constant calm that covered him, there was still&nbsp; shock in her pretty eyes as she met his gaze.<br><br>“ It’s really you.” Her voice was but a whisper but in the empty apartment it seemed so much louder&nbsp; “ You really are beautiful.” The comment was just that a comment but somehow it came out of her mouth more like a question, as if she wasn’t really sure of what she was seeing. That was accurate though. Her own azure eyes&nbsp; both curious and skeptical, amazed and terrified . He was Intimidating, standing there, as real as day , yet an image that calmed her since she was very young.<br><br>“ What are you?” She knew it was a dumb thing to ask, after all it was pretty clear he could only be one of three things, one was unlikely, as was the second, the third perhaps most likely of things he could be probably scared her the most because it brought into question her sanity. Had she finally breached that barrier and lost her mind? Was she really that far gone? Even as she stood there in the silence, so close to him she swore she could&nbsp; hear the sound of a heart beating. Then again that could be her’s, and she could really be loosing her mind. Would he disappear in a whisper of time and leave her questions unanswered?<br>She lifted her hand and it slipped softly under his hood,&nbsp; until it touched flesh. Certain he was there at least, warm and solid under her hand .<br>“ You really are here?” She asked in the same whispering voice that had asked all the other questions. The same unsure sound that had echoed through all her other questions. Though somehow, even the safe feeling that surrounded her whenever he was near. The sound of her phone broke through the silence and dispelled the safe but inquisitive atmosphere that surrounded her. <br><br>“ Clair?” she asked quietly into the phone, screaming when instead she heard a screech so&nbsp; loud he nearly fainted from the&nbsp; sheer force of the sound, dropping the phone on the floor and stumbling back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 00:57:47</strong>
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				Moving without thought, Nereal caught the book in his open hand before he clasped his fingers around the edge. He hadn't thought about catching it beyond it was an important journal since it was her mother's. He knew some of the words within was about him but he's never read what was written inside. The words within were private and he respected that. <br><br>A snort escaped him. Beautiful? That wasn't how he would consider himself. A fighter. A terror. Things like that was how he thought of himself. Beautiful? Not that at all. "I am an warrior angel and protector of you and the blood that you are descended from." Nereal felt his wings draw close like they wanted to wrap around him as he saw her reach out and where her hand started to touch. It was also instinct, moving into a defensive position because he's been fighting for longer than she could probably ever imagine. Feeling her hand against his flesh. That was... a wonder, as was the curiosity that he thought he saw coming from her. He still also because of the strange feelings that rushed through him from that touch. He wanted... her.<br><br>"Your call allowed me to appear to you but I'm always nearby."<br><br>A angry sound escaped him this time as the ring of her phone split the private meeting they were having. He frowned at the questioning tone as he heard her say her friends name. Had that cherub neglected it's duties again? Even after he had given him a stern talking too? Nereal moved again, latching his hand onto her shoulder to steady her while he heard Clair's tinny voice coming from the phone that was now lying on the floor.<br><br>"Sit down," he ordered, being so used to be in charge. "When I know that you are safe, I'll go find out what is wrong with your friend."<br><br>*****<br><br>After spending some hours giving Clair the pleasure that she might not have wanted as he spent more and more time with her, Azon started to grow bored. Trailing his human shaped hands over her body, he gathered some of his demonic power that had been recharged while he was with the woman. Sex tended to do that, giving him a boost and filling him with access to all the power that came from being the age he was. What didn't he want to do towards her? He wasn't sure, at least not exactly. <br><br>Eyeing the hovering pest that was trying to do his best to protect Clair, Azon flicked a bit of power towards the cherub and that caused the angel to teleport away from the woman, leaving her unprotected again. Laughing to himself, Azon eyed the mortal that was lying under him before he sent waves of demonic touch over her skin, filling every inch of her with lust. Yes, having her turn into a partial succubus seemed like a good idea. Still, he decided to keep the transformation kind of tame so only changing her eyes so they would become slitted while taking on a red color instead of the blue color that went with her black hair. And a nice pair of short sharp horns that would poke up through her hair.<br><br>"Call your friend," he commanded, even handing her the phone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 17:07:12</strong>
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				“ I’m fine.” Sarafina assured him as she did what she could to regain her stability. “ Go, go and help Clair.” He concern for her friend palpable. Even though she was having difficulty facing what Clair had done, it didn’t have to change their friendship.&nbsp; She was worried about the sound. Where had it come from?<br><br>&nbsp;With a shift in her gaze to the man. She wondered if her questions would be answered when he returned. Would she still be able to see him? To touch him? Or would he just&nbsp; disappear? A selfish part of Sarafina wanted to keep him with her. To ensure that that didn’t happen. Instead&nbsp; she pursed her lips together and&nbsp; &nbsp;turned away from the man in effort to hide her disappointment. “ She needs help more then I do.” She muttered mostly for her own benefit. She could probably ask him to stay, and he probably would. She got that feeling as she set about&nbsp; something in the kitchen, anything to keep her busy, keep her mind off of what was going on with Clair.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Wait! The realization hit her like a rock to the head. He had been with her mother, and was now with her. Did that mean he left her mother, is that why her mother had died?&nbsp; Because he’d been with her. She didn’t know much&nbsp; about her mother’s death, just that&nbsp; she was gone. Her father had never really talked about her much. Upset by his beloveds death. Should she ask?<br><br>&nbsp;She eyed the phone for a moment and decided against it. Her father was probably&nbsp; celebrating what&nbsp; he would see as her political success. There was no need to&nbsp; upset him with questions&nbsp; about the past right now. She would ask one day. Who knows, she could even potentially ask Nereal. Maybe he would know? <br><br>&nbsp;It was getting late and he still hadn’t returned, while torn between concern for her friend and her curiosity about&nbsp; the man. She wanted him to return for both those reasons. Somehow, her apartment felt emptier then usual. Desolate even. Her hands rubbed against her arms in an attempt to brush away that feeling. She decided she didn’t like it much.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>11-07-2014, 23:34:39</strong>
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				There wasn't anything to say to her words and he choose to do as she ordered. Clair's angel had annoyed him so many times recently, the human was important to Serafina, and if he found a way to mess with Azon, that was even better. With all that in mind, Nereal disappeared from where he was standing in the middle of the room and appeared across town in Clair's home. <br><br>Drawing his blade, Nereal drove his sword towards Azon's back and scored a burning line across his brother's flesh. It was nice, for once, to be able to surprise Azon. Moving around the room with different flaps of his wings, Nereal traded blows with Azon once the demon had summoned a serrated blade of his own. At last, with a burst of speed, Nereal caused Azon to flee. That was when he turned back to Clair and stared at the crying woman with a steady gaze.<br><br>Nereal released some of his own good magic, burning it over her to wipe away what the corrupted magic had done to her. At the end, once she had stopped screaming from the agony of the two magics inside of her, Nereal took her in his arms and appeared back at Sarafina's.<br><br>"She's not safe being alone, at least not at this time. A demon has had his claws into her and she's susceptible to Hell's influence. I didn't know what else to do with her so I brought her here." Nereal didn't add that the cherub was next to him and that the angel was distraught that one of his charges had fallen afoul of demonic influence. "She won't remember me coming for her or that I brought her here," Nereal added after he ordered the angel to leave and sent a message that a stronger warrior angel needed to appear to him so Clair would have a stronger guardian from now on.<br><br>*****<br><br>Releasing a scream from the holy blade that touched him, Azon felt his back bunch and crawl before he turned and attacked to defend himself. After the tore apart the bedroom from their fight, Azon fled before Nereal. For now he was content to leave and let Nereal have Clair. Azon decided to stay in one of the whore houses that was part of the chain of demons that he oversaw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 01:07:38</strong>
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				Fina nodded with a grimace when&nbsp; he entered with Clair. She motioned to the&nbsp; couch. <br><br>“ Is that why she….” The memory brought the blush to Sarafina’s face&nbsp; and caused her to hug herself at the feeling of violation that came from the events of that night was overwhelming. That feeling though, was pushed aside&nbsp; as she&nbsp; reached into a cabinet near the bathroom holding extra linins for a blanket. Pulling a spare pillow from her bed and set Clair up on the couch.<br><br>“ When she asks I’ll just tell her she drank to much and ended up here. It won’t keep her here for long but long enough I guess. You said demon?” She stopped the question still lingering in the air as she looked around.&nbsp; They could stand there and talk over Clair’s&nbsp; sleeping form or they could go into the bedroom. It was personal yes but&nbsp; she was sure it was far less personal then him being there always. She should be more embarrassed about that. It was far more intimate.<br><br>“ You still have some things to explain it seems.” She said as she made her way to the bedroom, sitting on the bed. “ Demons exist?” She was very innocent of the evils of the world so the&nbsp; possibility that there may be&nbsp; something that was supposedly pure evil&nbsp; was intriguing to say the least.&nbsp; “ Where do you fit in all this, my mother wrote about you… did you know her?” She was overwhelmed with question but there was more, just looking at him, she felt a buzzing beneath her skin as she sat down on the edge of her bed, questioning gaze locked on the man before her.&nbsp; <br><br>Sarafina tore her gaze from him and shook her head. Blond curls bouncing as her head moved. <br><br>“ Never mind any of that. What is wrong with Clair?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 22:24:52</strong>
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				Flicking his eyes over Clair's unconscious form at the start of the conversation that Nereal heard Sarafina start to say. He could sugar coat his answer but that wasn't something he tended to do. With the choice made, he looked back at Sarafina. "Demons influence mortals but by corrupting something a mortal already feels, thinks, or is interested in doing. What I'm saying is that Clair loves you as a friend but she also feels more than friend love for you. There is nothing wrong with those feelings either. Hiding, denying, and all that turns to disgust, hate, and other negative feelings which gives demons an opening to corrupting that person."<br><br>Squatting down, Nereal relaxed his wings so the bottoms dragged on the floor. "Tell her how you really feel is my advice. Lying to her won't help the situation, especially because Azon has his hooks in her. You are her friend, correct? Then be there for her even if what you two go through is uncomfortable." He never understood why mortals make things so hard upon themselves when it came to the connections they form together. Straight forward, telling each other what they felt for each other, and all that was better then not being clear. <br><br>"Yes," Nereal answered as he stood and walked quietly into her bedroom. It looked different to him now that he was actually standing inside of it instead of hovering over her. For once he wasn't seeing the whole room and only parts of it. "Of course demons exist. There is good and evil and stuck in the middle are those that live on Earth, and other planets. That arrogance that you mortals have about believing that Earth is the only planet that is habituated is a big laugh both in Heaven and Hell. Really, there is thousands of planets out there so what makes those that live on one blue/green planet believe they are so special is something that is written about constantly by record keeps on both sides of the war that has raged far longer than most would even believe."<br><br>"Your mother. Yes, I knew her. I was her guardian and had been with her from the time she was born. Much like I've done with you. As she grew older, and loved your father, it became rare for her to call me into physical form but I was always there for her..." Nereal trailed off at the thought that hit him. "Except that one time. Again, it was Azon. He worked out a plan and I got caught up in it, so I wasn't there to save your mother when I should have been more on my guard. For that, I apologize to you. After that I also made the choice that I would never be far from you. It was my personal punishment for failing your mother."<br><br>"Clair. She's been touched my Azon's power. As I mentioned earlier. The demon influenced her feelings, leaving her susceptible to him. We can strengthen her but it will take courage and strength from you. Again, you two have to work out your feelings for each other and that might be hard. Listen to her. Understand what she says. Be the strong woman that I know that you are. You have a destiny, so maybe this is one part of it." Nereal paused again, thinking deeply for a moment. <br><br>"It's time for you to know. If you fall, then Hell will strengthen and Earth will fall to them even if it takes lifetimes. If you stay strong and courageous, Heaven's influence will continue as it is or strengthen. That will allow more angels to connect to those that they are to guard over. Of course, life and death will always happen, there's no stopping that since that is part of the cycle of nature."<br><br>Stepping up to the bed and looking at Sarafina, Nereal knew he was about to break a major rule. "Taking my own advice, I have to tell you that I've loved your mother as more than just her guardian and as I've watched you grow into who you are, I feel those same feelings towards you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 01:38:59</strong>
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				Sarafina felt strange, with a&nbsp; few words he'd almost made her feel complete, like she'd been&nbsp; given something that had been missing for the most part of her life. In his admittance of his feelings she found a gift. There was still so much she didn't know.&nbsp; She felt as if she was missing something in his tale about her mother. <br><br>“ If I do what she did? Fall in love with a man like my father? Will this all continue, If I had a child, would you be there, watching over it too?” She found she kind of liked the idea, though having children was way off in the future. She was still quite young for that sort of thing in her opinion.&nbsp; Then a blush, a brilliant red coloring her&nbsp; cheeks as she began to recall&nbsp; the showers and baths, and nights where she'd allowed her hands to wander… He said he was always with her, surely it didn't mean…. But of course it did! She was suddenly angry, How dare he, those moments were supposed to be private! She certainly wouldn't have… Chewing on her bottom lip she spoke softly. She didn't want to wake Clair, or seem angry for something she probably shouldn't.<br><br>“Are you really sure it isn't just because you loved my Mother that you love me? Can you even….. If I can call you to a corporeal form, does that mean others can see you like this?” She wondered about the man who Clair had been spending time with, was he the demon that&nbsp; Nereal spoke of?&nbsp; With the re flushing of her cheeks she recalled the short conversations she had had with the man, and how He's made her feel so hot!<br><br>“ Do you have gifts too? Can you make me feel things I don't want to feel, or do things I wouldn't normally do?” She had to know, because even now, as she looked at the being in front of her she could feel the warmth spreading from the crevice between her legs and into her lower stomach. Oh what a treat it must be to touch him. To be touched by him.<br><br>&nbsp;And then thoughts of her mother, potentially having the same thoughts, drew her away from those as she listened to his explanation. <br><br>“ I should sleep.” Fina’s soft voice said finally but&nbsp; for some reason. Some strange reason she couldn't quite explain, she added a small request. “ Join me?” She really just wanted to see if while he was visible and solid If she felt the same sort of protected feeling she had felt before. Right now though as she rose from the bed to slip into something made of soft pink cotton to sleep in, she just felt shy. She shouldn't, she knew because he had seen her in her most intimate&nbsp; of moments, none the less she pulled the nightgown on over her shirt and&nbsp; slipped the shirt off underneath, shimmying from her pants had the same&nbsp; effect of hiding her from sight before she climbed into bed. “ Just for the night? You can disappear when Clair wakes up if you want…. Or is it…Against the rules?”<br><br>Playfully she entertained the thought that he could be breaking some sort of cosmic rules by just laying beside her as she slept. If he accepted her offer, she wondered if he'd be punished? He said he felt love for her, and that was against the rules, would he be punished for admitting that? Oh if he could read her mind. She thought with a grin as she settled into the clean sheets.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 21:19:43</strong>
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				"Always. I've always watched over your family even since one of your greats and I first met each other during the Crusades. She... she was strong and made the choice to become a fighter when woman were treated differently, so a warrior woman was unique. Her passion for life and beliefs runs in your blood. So yes, I'll always be the angel guardian that stays with your line."<br><br>Nereal wasn't human, so he didn't have the same concerns and morals that humans tended to have. It wasn't like he was the only guardian angel that saw things that human's did when they thought they were alone. Nor did he understand the rush of anger or embarrassment that those actions caused mortals to experience. He looked at her reddening cheeks, thinking that something was going on inside of her.<br><br>"I'm an angel, even if I'm one that is different then the others. I have more then enough love for you and I realize that you're different then your mother, so may have feelings still for your mother but my feelings for you are different then what I feel for her, which are different for the other female members of your bloodline that I've loved. Yes, I can love and I can make love. Your blood line has shaped me into someone that's different. A special line needs a unconventional and strong warrior angel."<br><br>Nereal took a moment to think about how to answer her. "They can if I show myself. Usually I do not, which is why you didn't know about me until I revealed myself."<br><br>"I'm a warrior as I said, so I fight. I can create my weapons and armor with a thought and call about Heavenly energy to burn demons. That same energy lets me shape my thoughts into what I desire."<br><br>"Yes, you should. Mortals need sleep to function with any type of understanding." Nereal stared at her with his deep eyes before he gave a slight nod. "I shall do so." Nereal went through the list of Heavenly rules that filled his head. "No, Sarafina, it's not against the rules that govern me. You've seen me now and summoned me with the reading you've done with your mother's journal. I had to stay that way until you came to understand that your family has a guardian but now, you've learned."<br><br>Nereal could handle and deal with any fall out that might come from what he was doing. It wouldn't be the first time that something like that had happened to him but as he said, he wasn't typical for an angel. Moving up to the bed, he moved onto it while causing his armor to shift from his body. Nereal made sure his sword was close by though, leaning it against the wall so that it was within reach. <br><br>Stretching out his wings, he pulled them forward a little that cocooned around her. Reaching across the space that was between them, which wasn't a lot, he touched her hair. "So soft," she heard him murmur. "Sleep, Sarafina."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 04:34:27</strong>
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				She felt safe in his embrace and closed her eyes, she should have fallen asleep instantly. He was so warm and she felt as if there was nothing wrong with the world. Until she deduced that he could have done this with every single woman in her line. It infuriated her, jealousy raged within her.<br><br>Her eyes remained closed and she turned her body away from him. The skin that came in contact with his felt a flame , for a split second as she was&nbsp; turning she felt that same old lust that had her touching herself. Though this time she didn’t want to.<br><br>In the morning she woke&nbsp; and wanted to curl into him, however&nbsp; she pulled herself out of bed, she was actually encouraged by the sound of Clair stirring. As much as she had difficulty accepting what Clair had done, she was really good at caring for other and with her help Clair&nbsp; went to work,’ hang over’ free. When she left, Sarafina slumped against the counter. What now? Her body wanted her to return to&nbsp; bedroom, and she almost wished to follow it’s command. Instead though she decided to do some studying, surrounding herself with books to help her forget what she wanted to do. <br><br>She couldn’t just forget&nbsp; he was there now and her body craved him in a way she had never craved a man. Maybe because he wasn’t one. Was he? Her gaze laid on the printed word to avoid looking at him, until she had had enough.<br><br>“I need some time…. Alone…. To think.” She muttered hoping he’d agree. “ Promise you’ll stay here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 00:04:21</strong>
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				Nereal peered at her when she pulled away from his embrace. Humans. So emotional. So hard to understand what they were doing, feeling, or trying to prove to themselves or others. Her choice was to move away, so he let her instead of being someone that would ask what was wrong or try to find out what was bothering her. Since there wasn't anything more for him to do than watch over her, he stayed where he was though and did exactly that. He never moved, fell asleep, or made any of the shifting movements that anyone would make when they were sitting or laying in place for a long time. His body he had complete control over so he could stay in place for hours.<br><br>Hearing the stirring in the other room, Nereal directed his gaze that way even though there was a door, hallway, and rooms in the way. He could listen though and it pleased him some that Sarafina's friend wasn't feeling the effects of her drinking and the power from the demon that had gotten a hold on her. He was standing behind Sarafina all the time that he listened to her talk to her friend and send her on the way. Moving off once the studying started, he perched on the top of a chair and kept his silence again.<br><br>At least until he heard her speak. "I can't promise that but what I can promise is to stay here unless I sense you need aid. Otherwise, I give you my word that I'll stay here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 22:30:27</strong>
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				Sarafina breathed a sigh&nbsp; as the cool air wafted around her&nbsp; with each step. She spent so much time inside now that she had forgotten to appreciate her roots. The days she’d spent as a child, dirtying her hands in her mother’s garden. All of it&nbsp; seemed so far off now. Even as her hands&nbsp; reached up to touch a yellowing leaf of an overhanging tree.<br><br>&nbsp;She walked. Each step&nbsp; Echoing around her. How could everything go so right at the same time everything goes wrong. She was so in love with someone&nbsp; who no one could see, the same&nbsp; creature her mother had loved. Just hadn’t loved enough. Was that how it worked? If she decided she didn’t need a man like her mother had, If she gave into the angel that had held her last night, or worse, something from the other side . Did it end then? Was that how all of this stopped? She just had to not fall in love with someone who would give her a child like every woman in her family had. She had to let one of the sides. Good or evil stake their claim on her.<br><br>“ Guess it doesn’t say much about me as a person if I let Evil have a go.” She muttered softly to herself and then&nbsp; continued on her way home. She felt a bit sore about how her choices were suddenly so limited when not so very long ago she felt as if the whole world was hers.<br><br>That wasn’t the case though, she was just tossed around between good and evil. Both wanting her to do their bidding. Looked like good was going to win though, because every time she thought of the man, angel, creature. That occupied her bed last night she felt an itch, and urge in her that she wasn’t sure she could fight. She’d always been that unattainable woman that girl that would have a man wrapped around her finger and giving her his name before she gave herself but now. She turned, intent on heading back home. She’d wandered into the shady arts of town without realizing. As a result&nbsp; she had a bit of a long track home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempting the Mortal (Kuje &amp; Misskitty19)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 21:55:35</strong>
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				Nereal kept his word, he didn't follow her but that didn't mean that he didn't send some of the lesser angels to keep an eye on her and report back to him if she got into trouble or needed him to come to her aid. While he perched on the top of the roof of her home and looked down at the mortals that didn't even know he was there, he thought about Sarafina, her mother, his demonic brother, Sarafina's friend that might still have some influence towards Hell, and all of Sarafina's ancestors.<br><br>He was thinking about all the years. How long they've passed before one like Sarafina was born. Now the blood of her female line finally came together but it was her choice to decide where she wanted to be. Humans had that free will, unlike demons and angels. He wondered what she would choose and what might change through the years once she did so.<br><br>That was until one of the weaker angels that he sent out appeared before him, causing him to leave his perch. Some humans were pacing her steps and Nereal wasn't sure if she knew that they looked like they were going to harm her if they built up the nerve to threaten her. For now Nereal just kept above them and watched, ready to swoop down if things took a wrong turn.
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