Devious Dichotomy
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				Title: <strong>Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 05:49:09</strong>
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				The call was strong.<br><br>It had been a long time since he had heard a call like this.&nbsp; It was strong, tugging at his mind and pulling his thoughts towards it inexorably.&nbsp; It was coming from the human realm, a summon.&nbsp; A sinister grin passed over his lips as he strode through the gates of Hell.&nbsp; Getting summoned was always nice, though it never seemed to last long enough.&nbsp; The last time he had been in the human realm, he made that poor summoner truly regret the years of dedication it took to learn how to draw that rune properly.&nbsp; Or at least, he would have regretted it if he'd survived the encounter.<br><br>He felt the summon call at him once more, powerfully.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he gave in, letting it take him.&nbsp; The heat and pain that both sharpened and overwhelmed his senses washed away from him as Hell was left behind.&nbsp; Once he opened his eyes, he found himself in a small room. Residual flames of Tartaras faded away, revealing his large body.&nbsp; Black, leathery wings stretched as he arched his back and cried out, the sound rattling the foundations of the building.&nbsp; His body was well-muscled, his skin dark and rough.&nbsp; He stood in the center of the room, clothed only in shadow.&nbsp; Red eyes shot around the room, his long, wild hair falling over his face like a black curtain. <br><br>The room was small, with almost nothing in it save an old table, a chair, and some piping.&nbsp; Drawn on the floor around him was a large, well-drawn rune made for summoning demos like himself.&nbsp; On the other end of the room was another rune, unfamiliar to him.&nbsp; Unlike his rune, which was sharp and angled, the other rune flowed with a singular beauty.&nbsp; There was only one door into the room and two small windows, letting in just enough light.<br><br>"Who summons me, Gilwrain?"&nbsp; He called out, his voice echoing off the walls.&nbsp; "I demand to know what tribute will be paid to stop me from rending your soul in twain?"&nbsp; He sounded at first like a blasting furnace, but as the residues of Hell fell from him, his voice softened and deepened somewhat, becoming almost seductive in tone while retaining its sharp edge.<br><br>There was no answer.&nbsp; Instead, the rune next to him suddenly lit up with a brilliant light...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 06:29:29</strong>
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				Shadow fought against the brilliant gold chains upon her wrists and ankles. Letting out a growl, she sighed and closed her emerald orbs against the light of the room. Sighing, she yanked hard against the chains, and groaned as they did give at all. It was not her fault that her maturity had brought a black stripe to the once pure white wings that adorned her back. Yet she had been shunned by the symbol of darkness.<br><br>After 21 years of life, it seemed ridiculous to suddenly assume she had gone dark, but the elders cared little about how she had acted in the time until now. All that mattered was the damned black tips on her wings. Rubbing her face quietly, she sighed at the satiny feel of her markings soothed her. Ah yes, those were also another gift of her maturity. It was said that only angels wish gifts received the markings, and there she was, a full silver mask gracing her eyes and temples. They were softer than her untouched silken skin, seeming warmer and softer than anything she had touched before.<br><br>The marks also stood out brilliantly from her porcelain skin, having just enough color to catch the light at any angle. The elders were horrified that she had been gifted with marks after her wings had changed, finding her to be an abomination. They had already scheduled her fall, and sentenced her to have her wings forcibly removed at dawn. They could stand no threat to the people, and she was proving to be one of the biggest possible. Refusing to shed tears, or to give up fighting, she continued to examine the chains that held her.<br><br>An odd sensation began burning in her chest as she tried to focus upon the chains. Absently rubbing the spot, she frowned, wondering if they had tainted the water she had been given after only begging for hours for some sort of liquid. She was lucky they had even given her clothing after the complete and utterly humiliating complete body check. They wanted to make sure that she had not been branded or marked in any other way. After they were complete, they handed her a pair of black leather shorts that only covered the bare essentials, and a matching leather vest. The darkness of the clothing, further accentuating the black band on her wings and the markings upon her face. None in heaven wore black, unless of core, they were sentenced to death.<br><br>Her attention was ripped away as the burning sensation grew stronger, forcing her to her knees as her wings spread wide, trying to deflect the cause of their owner's pain. The strong muscles in her arms and standing out as her hands clenched into first to try and control the pain. Screaming out, she threw her head back and clutched tightly at the chains before she was thrown into darkness.<br><br>Upon waking, she found herself to be in a dimly lit chamber. Her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, more alert than she could ever recall being. Stiffening as she sensed another, she backed further into the shadows and knelt down, not wanting to been seen. It was then that she noticed the golden chains and shackles were gone. She was free? None of this was making sense.<br><br>Remembering the other soul in the room, she stood and growled. "Why have I been brought here?" she demanded. fear now gone and anger in its place, her eyes flashed as she tried to see her chamber mate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 02:28:04</strong>
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				Gilwrain watched as a holy light filled the room, making him wince and draw back into the far corner.&nbsp; It washed over his body like a purging flame and left him… changed.&nbsp; Years before he had been an angel once too, just like all demons.&nbsp; As the holy flames crawled over his dark skin, it left a mark and brought back a flood of memories.&nbsp; When it passed, his skin was grey.&nbsp; His eyes were no longer a deep, igneous red, but had cooled to a smoldering amber.&nbsp; There was a good reason angels and demons did not socialize.<br><br>The light faded, the flames were gone, and in the far corner of the room was another soul.&nbsp; Gilwrain stood up, 6 and a half feet tall, and walked over to her. The shadows that had hid his body were gone, replaced by the torn black robe that he wore when he was cast out of Heaven. It was tattered at the edges and looked as though it, too, had been burnt by that holy flame.&nbsp; His eyes scanned her, taking in as many details as he could. <br><br>"That, lady, is what I would like to know."&nbsp; His voice remained sharp and deep as it was earlier, echoing from the corners of the room as he made his presence known.&nbsp; The word "lady" he did not so much speak as excrete.&nbsp; Regardless, as he spied the black tips of her wings, a small smile curled the corner of his lips.<br><br>"Who is here that would toy with the affairs of Angels and Demons?!"&nbsp; He called this to no one in particular as he looked around the room and backed away from her.&nbsp; He started to walk towards the single door in the room, but pulled back in haste without warning, hissing as if that holy fire had burned at him once more.<br><br>"YOU ARE MY EXPERIMENT."&nbsp; Came a monotone, nasally voice from overhead.&nbsp; There was a small speaker there.&nbsp; "E DUO UNUM, PANTA DESMEUETAI."<br><br>Those words help a power to them.&nbsp; The air tingled and there was a hint of the scent of burnt saffron.&nbsp; A small thread seemed to wind its way from his chest, red and thin.&nbsp; It worked slowly towards a similar thread moving from her chest until the thread connected and vanished.<br><br>"YOU ARE NOW FREE."&nbsp; The nasally voice was followed by a small click and the door that was shut swung open freely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 17:45:53</strong>
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				Jumping at the booming voice that echoes around the room, she flinched a bit, unused to such loud noises. As she felt the yelled words wash over her, seeming to come from overhead, she tried to shy further away from it, but watched in horror as a thread from his chest, met with the one slowly snaking its way out of her own chest. She growled as they connected, before rubbing at her chest as both threads seemed to disappear.<br><br>Never before has she heard those words, or seen anything like that. As she, looked around, she saw the door open. Not wanting to spend another minute in the cave, she sprinted towards it and kept going as soon as her foot hit the ground on the other side. Continuing to run, she did not stop, eager to just be free and get away from everyone to hide.<br><br>As she put distance behind them, a dull ache began to form in her chest. As she continued to run, the worse the ache got until it pulled a scream from her lips and brought her down to her knees. She collapsed, managing to stop herself from going face first into the ground with an arm. Whimpering at the pain, she curled in on herself, unsure of what it meant.<br><br>Her wings extended, prepared to take flight to escape whatever was causing pain. Groaning, she pulled them tightly into her body, unsure of what any more movement would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 03:31:49</strong>
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				Gilwrain turned, his wild black hair flowing over his shoulders.&nbsp; "Free for wha-" he asked no one in particular, but out of the corner of his eye he spied the angel darting out of the room.&nbsp; He narrowed his eyes, approaching the door behind her slowly, but suddenly drawing back with a primal yell as that same holy flame struck at him.&nbsp; <em>What is this, a test?!</em><br><br>He pulled back, turning and looking around for another way out.&nbsp; His leathery wings stretched and folded once more as he was lost in thought, but only for a moment.&nbsp; A sudden, inexplicable pain shot through him.&nbsp; If the previous yell was strong, this one would shake the foundations of the apparently man-made cave.<br><br>He fell to one knee and turned back to see the angel over in the distance writhing in pain.&nbsp; The small thread was visible once again, a red mark connecting their souls.&nbsp; He fought through the agony, walking back over to the door as the holy flame shot over him once more.&nbsp; "Angel!" he cried out at her. He was too proud to ask for help, but the combination of searing, purging light and the thread tearing at his being was too much for him.&nbsp; His eyes said it all, a pleading look cast at her, asking her to return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:58:45</strong>
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				Shadow heard the cry behind her, before the word Angel was heard. Spinning, she tried to head back to find out who or what had discovered her. She was not dumb, but if they had already found her there was no use in running. They would hunt her and running would be for naught. Struggling with the first few steps, she became surprised as the pain subsided the closer she moved to the cave.<br><br>In awe, she continued to walk towards it, feeling her chest loosen and the pain completely disappear when she reached the door where she had exited. Running her hand over the spot where the door had been, she felt a light tingle against her fingers, much like when she had been a child and stuck her hand too close to an open flame.<br><br>Frowning, she cocked her head to the side and called out. "Hello?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:36:21</strong>
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				The wall of the cave seemed to have swallowed the door she had walked through.&nbsp; As her hand passed over where the door was, she heard a deep, blood-curdling cry.&nbsp; Suddenly, from out of the wall of the cave, a hand emerged, as if through a sheet of water that only looked like the cave wall.&nbsp; It was Gilwrain's hand, a bent and contorted in pain.&nbsp; Grabbing at Shadow's hand, he started to pull himself out of the wall.<br><br>Gilwrain, on the other hand, saw no cave wall, only Shadow standing there brushing against where the doorway was.&nbsp; He reached through the searing flames and grabbed at her, but the instant their bodies touched the flames died down.&nbsp; As he walked through the flames, seemingly appearing from the wall to Shadow, a heat passed over him and, like before, he suddenly looked less demonic.&nbsp; His skin retained a tinge of ash and his hair still long and wild and black as pitch, but his eyes were no longer Amber, but held a gold hue.&nbsp; As he passed all the way out of the door, his leathery wings burst into a spray of flame and black feathers.&nbsp; <br><br>Once through, Gilwrain knelt, breathing hard and holding onto Shadow's hand desperately.&nbsp; His wings were now feathered, folding over his back.&nbsp; "What damnable sorcery is this?" he asked.&nbsp; His voice, too, had changed.&nbsp; It was less deep, but still retained a golden baritone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:05:52</strong>
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				Jumping as she heard the scream, she tried to bang on the wall, wondering what was behind it. Screaming out as a hand grabbed hers, she tried desperately to pull her hand from it. Struggling, she was unable to pull her hand away, and soon another scream was pulled from her lips as a body started to emerge from the solid wall in front of her. Her eyes widened and the white around her pupils became more pronounced as she paled and trembled.<br><br>As the rest of the man's body appeared, she froze, watching him change before her very eyes. She had heard stories of banished angels coming into contact with heaven bound angels. Taking the stories as just tales to keep angels from stepping foot onto Earth, she now believed them since she was seeing it with her own eyes.<br><br>Swallowing as the man was still clutching her hand tightly, she bit her lip and looked over at him. "C-could you let go of my hand? I don't know what is going on, but I would like to leave now. I can't seem to though, so why don't you tell me why I was brought here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:09:49</strong>
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				Gilwrain pulled his head back and looked up at her.&nbsp; When he realized that he was holding her, he pulled away, partly in horror, partly in disgust.&nbsp; They had touched, and it did not hurt him.&nbsp; He had no idea what was happening to him, and it angered him.&nbsp; He stood up and spoke in the most commanding voice possible given the situation. "I am Gilwrain, Lord of Screams! I have been summoned to no master, I do not know why we are here!"<br><br>After a moment though, as he looked over at her, he felt something stir in him and his voice quieted.&nbsp; "I don't know...&nbsp; Someone summoned us both here, that is all I know. Sor-"&nbsp; <em>Sorry?!</em>&nbsp; The look on his face was hard to describe.&nbsp; It held elements of confusion, fear, and anger all at once.&nbsp; He slumped away from her.&nbsp; "They are trying to change me, I think."&nbsp; He didn't want to tell her that if he could feel sorry, he could empathize.&nbsp; If he could empathize, he could love.&nbsp; And demons cannot love.<br><br>He pushed away from the wall and ran, trying to get away from her.&nbsp; All that hard work to gain such a position in Hell and now it was in jeopardy!&nbsp; But as he reached the mouth of the cave, he, too collapsed with an agonizing scream.&nbsp; The red thread appeared again between them.&nbsp; He clutched at his chest, folding his wings tightly around his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 19:49:49</strong>
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				Seeing the demon rip his hand from her and then the flickering emotions in his face, Shadow felt anger course through her. How dare he be disgusted when it was his hand that reached out and held her captive. His next action, of trying to command her and and raising his voice to her only pissed her off further. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him.<br><br>Blinking in utter confusion when his demeanor suddenly changed from harsh to apologetic, she frowned and looked over a him. Seeing him back away, she knew he was confused at her, but the slight element of anger she was seeing prevented her from feeling sorry for him. This was all too confusing. Why was he acting so strangely.<br><br>As he pushed himself up and away, she watched him flew and moved to follow him. She has not quick enough however, and soon she was brought down to her knees with a keening cry. Again, pain burned through her like nothing else. "Fuck!" she yelped out, panting as she forced herself closer to him. "Don't fucking run away from me! It's the distance that causes this!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:10:58</strong>
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				The demon looked back at her as she crawled closer to him.&nbsp; He realized instantly that what she said was true.&nbsp; Although the pain was searing, he forced himself to his feet and stumbled closer to her.&nbsp; As they neared, the pain gradually faded.&nbsp; Soon it was gone altogether and he was able to approach her.<br><br>Gilwrain looked down at her, emotions stirring within him.&nbsp; He'd not felt things like this since he was cast out.&nbsp; Memories started to return to him and he realized she was wearing the black dress of the condemned.&nbsp; He understood what she was going through, he... sympathized with her.&nbsp; It was true, he realy was changing.&nbsp; He offered her a hand to help her stand, but half expected her to just slap it away.<br><br>"It looks like we're stuck together, then.&nbsp; I am... sorry if I hurt or upset you.&nbsp; It has been a long time since I have felt so many emotions." He doubted she would accept this excuse, but it was the truth, nonetheless. "My name is Gilwr-.. Gil.&nbsp; My name was Gil."&nbsp; The look in his eyes was sincere and apologetic, though there was still conflict behind them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:05:15</strong>
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				As they neared each other, it became easier to breathe and easier to think. It was obvious that whatever spell the voice in the cave had cast on them required them to remain close. Groaning tiredly, Shadow quietly laid down on the ground, exhausted from all of the pain she had experienced in the short time. Closing her eyes, she drew her wings in like a blanket and just lay still to recuperate.<br><br>Hearing him start to speak, she turned her weary eyes upon him and saw the hand he was holding out, much like a peace offering. She took it, but kept her eyes on his in case he decided to be a bastard again. Standing she looked at him and read the sincerity in his eyes and relaxed just a tad.<br><br>"Shadow." she said curtly, removing her hand from his as soon as she was steady on her feet. You did not hurt me, the spell did. As for upsetting me, that you should be sorry for. I am in the same damn mess as you and you had the gall to get mad at me more than once for it. And what do you mean your name was...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devious Dichotomy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 23:48:52</strong>
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				Gil nodded to her. "I was not angry at you, Shadow... I was afraid."&nbsp; He looked around for a moment.&nbsp; The outside near the cave looked to be a clearing in a forest.&nbsp; There were a few trees nearby casting a shade on the ground.&nbsp; Gil walked over to the tree and sat down, his wings spreading at first and then folding against his back.&nbsp; "Us demons who have been cast to Hell are not allowed to touch angels.&nbsp; It would hurt us," he said.<br><br>As she asked about his name, he looked up and smiled, the first expression of real kindness he showed. "I was once an angel.&nbsp; My name was Gil.&nbsp; But I had fallen in love with a human and when the elders found out, I refused to give her up.&nbsp; So they banished me to Hell."&nbsp; He ran his hand over his black tunic as if to show her that they were the clothing of the banished.&nbsp; "When I was in Hell, I lost the ability to love, to care, to help others.&nbsp; It changed me, and the demons started calling me Gilwrain."<br><br>He leaned back with a sigh and gazed off to the side.&nbsp; He looked a lot less demonic than before, but still retained a darkness to him.&nbsp; "Somehow, when I touched you, it cleared my mind.&nbsp; I'm sorry that I overreacted."&nbsp; As he looked back over at her, he let his eyes linger over her, for the first time seeing what she <em>really</em> looked like.&nbsp; He bit his lip for a moment.&nbsp; He had to admit, she was beautiful.&nbsp; ...for an angel...
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