Crossfire {Damien & Juliet}
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				Title: <strong>Crossfire {Damien &amp; Juliet}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damien</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 00:29:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/11148_161343920686009_1979994343_n.jpg)</div>Davon watched from the shadows as the humans scurried about. The sun was just beginning to set over the city, and the tall buildings were already casting long shadows across the poorly maintained streets. He wore a long dark coat against the evening chill, it added to the darkness of the shadows that he stood in, helping him remain inconspicuous. He was just trying to get back to his house (well, his hole in the wall if one is being more precise), but there were a number of wandering groups of humans out on the streets tonight, and it was generally impossible to pass by them without being harassed or attacked. It was rather annoying that he looked exactly like one of them, yet they could tell that he wasn't one of them on sight. Something about his aura or his eyes or some such nonsense.<br><br>He was content to hang out in the shadows for the time being, letting them wrap around him and envelop him. He couldn't disappear within them completely, but he did have an easier time remaining hidden than someone without Davon's particular ancestry would. It was frustrating, being caught between all of these different worlds, angels, demons, and humans - but shunned from all three, forced to live in constant hiding. Just powerful enough to fend for himself, but totally isolated.<br><br>He walked up to the corner of the building, the shadows muffling the sound of his boots on the pavement, and peeked around the corner. There was a bit of commotion it seemed. Good - something to distract the annoying humans while he made his way back to his hole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossfire {Damien &amp; Juliet}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juliet</strong> on <strong>06-08-2014, 00:06:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5d/Kitten2.jpg)</div> <br>Juliet was having a fantastic day, as fantastic as these days can be. She had spent most of the day scavenging for food, finding a big pay off in an abandoned shelter a few miles out of the city center. Her belly was full for the first time in a few weeks and she found one of those celebrity gossip magazines, sure if was from a few years back before the world went to hell in a handbasket, but it was a tiny bit of comfort. <br><br>Because of Juliet’s heritage, being half angel and half human, she was cast out and set apart from the rest of the human beings on Earth. Unable to fight in on any side of the war against the Angel’s and Demons she was left to fend for herself in a burning world. All she had of family was her mother and baby half-brother but they had died nearly five years ago now, when the war of the Angels first spilled over into the human dimensions. Sickness took them both but spared Juliet, yet she sometimes believed that she had actually been the one to die and the world in which she lived now was actually hell. <br><br>Having an Angelic father was not all bad. Juliet could manipulate bright lights, a skill she had to fine tune quickly in order to survive amongst the half breeds and the demons. The power couldn’t exactly kill anyone, not that she had witnessed anyway but it was a damn good defense. Also, the Angelic pedigree could be seen in her looks. Her face was a vision of perfection with massive expressive hazel eyes that could capture anyone’s attention and captivate it. Long dark brown hair with a light wave of curls flowed down past her shoulders, no matter how unkept it always shone perfectly.&nbsp; Other than her looks and the lightshow the gifts were hardly enough to make up for the life she had to lead because of them. Being a half breed was to be alone. <br><br>As the sun started to sink down past the city skyline Juliet was nearly home to her hovel. It wasn’t safe for her to be out in the dark, a lesson she learned rather quickly. Wearing her favorite purple sweater to ward off the fall chill she lugged a large green canvas backpack over her shoulders. She loved this sweater because with the hood up it had small cat ears and little cat paws on the sleeves, and it was a gift from her mom. <br>Careful to not be seen she ran sure footed down the alley to the small door. Yet as soon as her hand hit the knob…Wham! The pain was blinding and mind numbing, throwing Juliet on her ass clear across the street. A demon which had found sniffed out her home was obviously waiting for her to return. The surprise only lasted momentarily as Juliet began to react. Slipping out of her backpack she rolled away before the black shadowed beast could lunge at her again. Coppery taste flooded her mouth as she dipped her finger beneath her nose to check, yup, bleeding and maybe broken. That made her angry. <br><br>“Fuck you, you fucking hell spawn! Go back to where you came from!” Juliet shouted at the demon as it slithered out of her small home completely, filling the alleyway with it’s massive size. The match did not appear to be a fair one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossfire {Damien &amp; Juliet}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damien</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 03:37:52</strong>
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				There. Davon peeked around the corner to see what all the yelling was about. He wasn't sure what it was he was expecting to see - but the half-angel cursing out a demon in the middle of an alley was not it. He could immediately sense who each of them was - his mixed demon and angel lineage made sure of that. The fight had barely begun but he could already tell it wasn't going very well - her nose was bleeding and she looked like she had been knocked half way across the street.<br><br>He growled inside at the sight of the demon. Despite the fact that he shared some of its blood he had a burning hatred for the creature. He had been hunted and persecuted by the things for his whole life. Of course the humans and the angels were hardly any better. His human mother had left him abandoned on the streets as soon as he was old enough to fend for himself. That taught him all he really needed to know about their kind. The packs of humans that constantly dogged him only reinforced what he already knew.<br><br>He stood there in the shadows for a long moment, considering what he should do. The obvious answer was to let the half-angel distract the demon while he made his way back to his dark corner of the city that he called him. But he couldn't keep his eyes off of that creature that assaulted her. He waited another minute, letting the fight go on while he stood there in indecision. He fingered the long knife he kept sheathed under his clothing. A blade of light that only angels were supposed to own or wield. The dirty little secret was that anyone of angelic descent could carry the things without them disintegrating in a burst of fire and light.<br><br>Fortunately the demon's attention was entirely focused on the girl, and soon enough Davon saw an opening. Before he realized what he was doing he stepped into the alley, his his glowing a demonic red with the hate he bore for the creature, its back to him as he ran at the creature, a glowing shard of light in his hands as he let out a shout of anger as he reached the creature - intent on burying the blade into its exposed back.
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