Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery & Wispyr)
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				Title: <strong>Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 06:42:04</strong>
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				The young woman laughed a little, placing her hands on her hips as the other young woman stayed behind. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen." She explained, rolling her eyes at her. Why she didn't move was a mystery to her. But she was not going to wait for her to change her mind. "Fine, stay there then. I don't give a shit. I am going forward." She added, smirking as she promptly turned on her heel and headed the opposite direction from the girl. She ascended from the depths of hell, making her way up to the upper circles. Forbidden to go into the upper circles, Shiva was never one to listen to the rules. What fun was listening to rules? Besides, she was in <em>hell</em> after all. People didn't end up here because they followed the rules. They ended up here because they disregarded said rules. <br><br>Without looking back, Shiva, who would rather be called Nyx, stopped for a second before allowing her wings to lift her. She had grown tired of walking and wings certainly did the trick. Nyx was the epitome of the sultry temptress that one would be warned about. Her hair was a vibrant shade of red, almost as red as the fiery hell in which she hailed. It flowed in perfect waves, almost gracing her lower back. But her crimson red hair only served to frame her perfectly proportioned face. The slender nose, full pink lips, perfect almond eyes. She looked as though she was perfectly sketched by an artist. Perhaps the saying was true that she was so perfect that she broke the mold. Her almond eyes housed bright amber irises, the color almost bordering on a yellow shade. But as beautiful as her face was, her body was the thing that most men were entranced by. The women who were entranced were also envious of her perfect body. Her milky white skin showed off every single curve in her body. They showed how the curve of her body started under her bust, narrowing her waist before flaring back out at her set of curvy hips. Her large breasts were currently almost spilling out of the black leather half corset that she wore. She also wore a tiny pair of matching black leather shorts that were too short to even be considered anything but underwear. The side of the shorts rode up along her pert rear cheeks, framing them perfectly. Her mid-section was exposed, showing off more of her creamy white skin. On her back rested a pair of large black feathered wings. They extended past her arm span, full of feathers at the top but slowly tattering towards the end. The very edges of her wings were dipped in a deep blood red, seeming to have been permanently stained that way. Everything about her seemed to be perfection. But perhaps that was the point. That she was <em>so</em> perfect, she could get any man to sin.<br><br>Her beauty was only rivaled by her mother, Adriel. After all, her mother was the most famous succubus in all of hell. Everyone in both heaven and hell knew her name. Nyx wasn't even sure who her father was but she figured all of her good looks came from her mother. Being the daughter of Adriel, Nyx was destined to be just as great as her. To be able to lure men with a simple look and seduce them with a simple word. Her mother had trained her well, even if she had never allowed her out of her sight. Her training had started when she was a mere 1000 years old. It started with learning and watching videos before working her way up to practicing on toys under her mothers watchful eye. Now at 2000 years old, she had plenty of training. Nyx was unfortunately her mothers most prized possession. While any other girl would have been able to sleep her way around the circles of hell, Nyx was confined to the deepest depths of hell by herself. Why her mother was so protective was beyond her. Her mother was known for sleeping with any man that she could get her hands on. So Nyx never understood why she prevented her from sleeping around. But at least she had the training in the art of seduction and pleasing men. <br><br>Nyx finally got to the highest circle, slowly settling herself onto the ground. She smirked as her amber eyes looked around, seeing the people of this circle. These people were angels compared to her. It was interesting to see and Nyx was very curious to converse with them. Brushing her hair back from her eyes, she looked up to see that people were stopping and staring at her. They knew who she was and were probably more surprised that she was there. It was <em>very</em> rare to ever see anyone from another circle of hell. And the distance she had to travel? It was practically unheard of. "Hello." She simply stated, slowly walking around. She checked out each man, seeing the lust in their eyes and the jealousy in the women's eyes. She continued to smirk as she tasted her new freedom, finding which man she wanted to mingle with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-07-2015, 20:22:50</strong>
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				Mankind had a several words, terms, for what they believed was going on in realms beyond their own, but the one which Michael preferred over all others was the Eternal War, a war in which he was a soldier, if a highly specialized one. What had once been a declaration to return the fallen, to send angel kind into the depths of hell to retrieve brothers and sisters who had given way to the darkness and the corruption, was now a more open ended assignment that included and even encouraged the capture of demonic forces; bringing these dark, lost and vile souls back to the boundless courts of heaven where they could be cleansed and given light and new purpose. This tactic had proven largely successful, and lucrative for the angelic forces of what was deemed the upper realm. This was a job that took endurance, and strength that even normal angel-kin could not muster; it was a job that not only did Michael excel at, he had a passion for it. <br><br>Extending his right hand far out in front of himself, Michael summoned up his garb in blinding flash of light. Bright golden and silvered plates of heavenly metal materialized over his body; a breast plate, gauntlets, pauldrons, leggings, boots, enshrouded his form with their sheen. Four large winds erupted from his back, through slats designed into his arm just for them; long silver tops cascaded downwards into long silver to gold feathers, where the tips looked as if they had been dipped and coated with molten treasure, and the tops were as pure as moonlight made physical. His hand turned palm up and his fingers curled in slowly to a fist to the sound of easily sliding plate against plate as his armor shifted. Reaching back with his other hand, over his shoulder, Michael tugged the heavy cloth cowl over his waterfall of sunbeam blond hair and pulled it tight until it shadowed his face. When his palm opened the final piece of his armor appeared in his hand, the emotionless guide, the golden mask of his position. Reaching up he secured it into position and looked forward. With a surge of power bright green light shown from his eyes, as he peered with an unwavering gaze. <br><br>It was time.<br><br>Opening a portal between the realms was difficult enough, but doing so accurately and efficiently was but only one of the various challenges he and his fellow Reclaimers faced. Slowly his large wings tucked in around his body until he was completely hidden behind them to the front and most of the sides; teleporation down was easier than opening a portal since it was only himself that he needed to move. There was a shimmer in his feathers, and the gold lit up like bulbs that had been plugged in, his suit of armor mirroring the effect until in a flash of burning holden white light his entire form was consumed and vanished.<br><br>His entrance was anything but subtle; light built on the ground, a shimmer at first that rather quickly built into a brightly glowing spot. With a sound that was something akin to thunder, and with a motion that looked like blurred falling, Michael's kneeling form materialized into the circle. His head upturned and his vibrant green gaze locked with the world; there was a moment where the denizens of the circle had to gather their realization of what had just happened, but it didn't take more than a moment for them to understand an angel was in their presence and that self preservation was more important than anything else. When the panic began and they their fleeing, the Reclaimer reached out with his senses to 'feel' for the strength of those near by. The weakest levels of hellspawn couldn't withstand that reprogramming process, it took something special, they had to be the next tier at least. They had to be... Michael's head snapped to the side and his eyes narrowed to the distance...they had to be her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>09-07-2015, 08:20:27</strong>
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				People were intrigued by her but yet, rather scared. They had never seen sin as dark as herself. There was only a few that were bigger sinners than herself. Even though she hadn't really done anything <em>inherently</em> sinful, it ran in her blood. After all, her mother might as well be considered the most sinful women to have ever lived. So some were intrigued but others were quite scared. Nyx batted her long eyelashes, pressing her pink lips together as she slowly walked around. Her black patent leather stilettos made small rivets into the dirt, showing the path she was taking. She inhaled the fresh air, enjoying the scent. It was much better than the brimstone that she was accustomed to. While this air was probably not as pure as heaven, it was pure in her mind. "Oh don't be scared. I am completely harmless...mostly." She teased, laughing gently as her amber eyes scanned over each person.<br><br>There were a loud almost crash noise accompanied by some blinding light. What the hell was that? Nyx turned her attention to the man who suddenly appeared, brandishing light colored wings. Oh...she had been warned about those who had light colored wings. She was never to tempt her fate with them. She was to simply walk the other way and leave them be. But her curiosity was getting the better of her. She treaded lightly towards him, still a bit cautious and ready to strike at a moments notice. "Well now, what do we have here? An angel perhaps?" She teased, a smirk gracing her face as she tossed her red tresses behind her shoulders. "Did you fall too far dear? Or perhaps you sinned yourself." She joked, adding a small laugh as she slowly circled him. She knew she wasn't supposed to be near him. But she figured that she was probably more trouble than he was. She couldn't deny the fact that he looked damn near perfect as well. But wasn't that the point as well? Weren't angels supposed to be beautiful? Or was that simply just a joke? <br><br>Nyx made sure to stop for a moment, taking in his behind as she studied him. It was rather obvious that she was sizing up his body, seeing what he looked like and probably picturing what he had <em>underneath</em> the clothes as well. She slowly licked her lips, enjoying what she was seeing as she finally came to a stop in front of him. Her hands went to her hips, gazing into his green orbs. "So tell me, you have a name? Or would you rather explain why you are here?" She added. Her mother had never mentioned to her that angels could steal her away for reprogramming. After all, they would never go into the circle of hell she resided in. All Nyx knew was angels were innocent in every single way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>10-07-2015, 10:34:49</strong>
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				It... Approached him? She came to him and circled him like he were some kind of prey? She might have been a bigger fish than he was used to seeing but there was nothing about her that struck him as too big for him to handle. She wasn't running though, that either meant extreme arrogance or complete ignorance and it was impossible to tell them apart; while the powers of the angels were largely uniform and straight forward with only a little variation between them the powers of Demons varied a great deal more and he had no idea what breed of beast was set upon him... Asking for his name?<br><br>There would have been shock if he wasn't a more trained, more disciplined man. His gaze narrowed heavily upon her as he stood upright, rising to his fullest height and towering impressively at just shy of six and a half feet tall. His broad shoulders rolled beneath the heavy plated pauldrons, the four proud winds stretched to their full span giving him the awing presence that was attributed to his kind. The Heavens would benefit greatly from this level of capture, usually something like this took an entire squad of Reclaimers and took decades to plan and prepare for, waiting for a slip up and the right opportunity to present itself.<br><br>Michael thrust his palm suddenly forward towards the core of her body, and within his palm burned a bright golden orb of energy; when it came within inches of her it erupted into a dozen beams of light and curved and whipped around Nyx's body, acting more like cloth than light. His hand pulled back and as it did so the tendrils of light contracted as if they were attached to an invisible cord which he had yanked hard upon. Unlike light, however, these binds of energy did not pass through her but rather gripped her and worked to bind her body and more important her power. They would work to suppress her magics and leave her little more than a pawn to his will unable to fight back. While he doubted that such a basic, by his standards, attack would work, it was a good way to test if it was cocky or stupidity that had brought her to face him so brazenly.<br><br>“I am Michael, hellspawn, and I am here for you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>11-07-2015, 22:18:39</strong>
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				Stalking her prey...yes, that is what she was doing. Brazenly eyeing the man she hoped to corrupt soon. Sex was one thing that was always on her mind. Any aspect of sex, she just wanted to try it all. While watching videos and "practicing" would help her out, she wanted to feel a <em>real</em> man. Nyx wanted to be with a man, entangling their bodies in pure passion as they succumbed to carnal desires. This was her first time out of her mothers grips and she was going to take full advantage of it. <br><br>While this angel towered over her, she wasn't small by any means. She stood about five foot seven inches herself, closer to almost six foot in the black stilettos she sported. He was trying to make himself more important, spreading his wings to the full span. Nyx chuckled lightly, expanding her wings to their full extent as well. They were just shy of a six foot wing span, competing against his. Her moth had never warned about angels and it seemed as though she should have. Then again, her mother never thought she would leave the inner circles of hell. <br><br>Her amber eyes narrowed as he thrusted his palm forward. Nyx looked at the bright golden ropes of light worked their way around her curvy form. She looked at the ropes, feeling them constricting her before a sharp tug from him. Well shit. This did not look good at all. But she couldn't let it show on her face. Fear would only make him more of a pompous jackass. Then again, angels already were pompous. She soon found that she was unable to do anything, completely at his mercy. Oh yeah, he probably liked that. Nyx looked back to him, smirking before he spoke. "Dear, if you wanted to incorporate ropes in sex, all you had to do was say so." She said with a chuckle. Of course, she knew that wasn't the reason for the ropes but again, no show of fear. He soon explained that he was there for her and she smiled brighter. "Oh, you are here for me? How sweet." She joked, inhaling a deep breath. "So where should we do this? You going to bring me a soft bed while you fuck me?" She replied, having no filter. Anything she thought, it was said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-07-2015, 01:30:13</strong>
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				Complete ignorance.<br><br>Michael shook his head at the woman while turning his palm to tighten her restraints just to make sure he could open his portal. The obscured bright green orbs of his ripped away from her, off the the side, yes that location would do fine. “No sex where you're going.” He responded before setting into his work. Loosing his grip on the ball of light it bounced back to her chest acting as the lock to his whole rig, freeing both of his hands to work on the next step.<br><br>Placing his armor clad palms together and thrusting them forward away from his body he launched a sphere of blue silver, about the size of a tennis ball. It floated some ten feet away before expanding more the size of an exercise ball; shimmering and pulsing from within, the core of the magic bloomed and broke past the shell like little streams of bleeding lightning. The center again began to churn like a whirlpool until with a thunderous crack it consumed all of the light around it and swirled in on itself like some sort of wormhole made of heavily white and gold light.<br><br>His attentions returned to her, his gaze the same as before. “I'm taking you back to the Heavens, demon. All you know, all you are, will serve my Father soon enough.” Michael so kindly informed her, shattering her hopes that she might be scoring some sort of angelic lust. With force of will and magic, the orb that bound her pulsed and she rose from the ground, floating beside him as he approached the swirling vortex that would lead them to their destination.<br><br>Really he had outdone himself this time, a creature of her status would earn him renown he didn't know. His brethren would benefit greatly from his contribution today and perhaps his Father would recognize him again; perhaps he would be awarded a third set of wings, or better yet he would be welcomed among the Seraph. If there was any sin that lay within his heart it was without a doubt pride; though perhaps for a creature of Nyx's beauty a hint of lust buried deep beneath centuries of reservation and discipline.<br><br>Upon the mouth of the portal, Michael reached out with his senses once more to ensure that this was safe and not some sort of trap. He didn't detect another being though, not one that could do any harm anyway, and so his sight focused on his swirling maelstrom of light that he beckoned to surround them and warp them to the Hall of Return. The funnel of light lurched forward and touched down around the two of them blocking the hell that she knew from view; inside was not as bright as it was from looking into it, rather it was very calm and steady and seemed to radiate those feelings.<br><br>Through time and space they moved, in a dimension all of their own, portal space. Rather than being some sort of instant connection between point a and point b it was more akin to a tunnel that pushed them through it from one location to the next and transcended all other barriers and locations. They were literally be ushered through the cosmos, from the lower hells, past the mortal plane and into the Heavenly realms above; none of it was as instant as mankind seemed to associate with the word.<br><br>Heavily he turned his gaze to her, his hand reached up from his side and took hold of the face plate and withdrew it from beneath the cowl, revealing himself to her. Angels were creatures born of perfection and his form was no doubt testament to that fact. His skin appeared as a man in his late twenties, with skin like whipped butter, pale and almost silvery. His eyes were the bright almost emerald green that the light had shown behind the mask, and a long bang of golden blond hair fell casually over his face. “You should not have come up from your hole today.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 07:41:54</strong>
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				No, it wasn't ignorance. It was using her sarcasm in place of her fear. She didn't know where this angel was taking her but he obviously didn't give her any details. This was the first time she had even been in a different circle of hell. While she was curious of what there was in any world, she couldn't help but be a little scared of what was to come. "Well that is unfortunate. I am curious as to what you have under that armor for me." She added with a wink, smirking once again at Michael. Her body was jolted slightly as he tightened his grips on her restraints, causing Nyx to let out a low growl. The yellow, glowing restraints contrasted against her midnight wings and alabaster skin.<br><br>Her amber eyes were entranced by the way he easily ripped his way through air, creating a portal for them to pass through. If she could do that, she really wished her mother had taught her that. The way the portal opened up rather violently before settling down was a sight to see. "Oh? Sorry but I am not the type to serve anyone. I am the type who people bow to me." She admitted. She waited for Michael to feel around in the portal, Nyx letting out a long sigh. "My god you take forever."She added with a roll of her eyes before they stepped through the portal. <br><br>This whole "portal" thing was strange. The way she felt as they walked through it, the sights and the smells. She looked over the tunnel they walked through, vibrant colors swirling around them and dotted with stars. This must have been what space looked like. Her eyes returned to Michael as he removed the face plate to reveal his face. "My oh my, looks like someone was hiding something great from me." She added, licking her lips slowly as she drank in his form. Most demons were not perfect by any means, unless they were like her. Angles on the other hand...almost all of them were perfection. She honestly wished she was out of the restraints. She would have just jumped him right then and there. "I shouldn't have? But then I wouldn't have met you." She replied, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she faked a pout with her lips.<br><br>As another portal was opened, they stepped through and were dropped into a rather dingy alleyway. Nyx stumbled slightly on the uneven pavement, almost twisting her ankle. There was a lot of noises beyond the alleyway, people passing by swiftly and in mass numbers. "Jesus, heaven is a piece of shit. And I thought hell was supposed to be terrible." She mentioned, looking around. It was fairly dark considering it was what seemed to be the middle of the day. The buildings towered above them, stretching towards the sky with windows plastered all over the sides. On the ground was a few puddles of water in the uneven pavement and god knows what else. The alleyway smelled rather musky but nothing out of the ordinary of the brimstone Nyx smelled every day. There was several dumpsters lined against the wall, one open while the others were closed. The ones that were open had flies buzzing around it, diving in and out of the open bin. She looked down as a small creature ran past her, something rather furry with a long tail. A...rat right? "This...isn't heaven...is it?" She finally asked, looking over to Michael. If this wasn't heaven...then was it earth?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>25-07-2015, 11:46:39</strong>
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				The portal sealed when they stepped into the alley, vanishing behind them. Everything was there for them, everything physical and normal. Michael's eyes went wide when she pointed out the scurrying rat. How was this possible? His cold, collected demeanor was shattered as he flew in a circle looking around them and to the sky. She was right. This wasn't Heaven. There was no reason for them to be on earth. “No... No no.”<br><br>Michael lunged forward towards the street before stopping himself when the sound of his armor clattered together from the sudden movement. It was at that moment he realized how heavy his armor was here, the stories were true. His power sank the moment they entered this world and they would continue to deplete until he could preform only the most basic of magics. It only took a moment of self reflection to know that he didn't have the energy to open another portal. Breaking through the barriers of this world were infinitely more difficult, meant to keep their kind away from humans.<br><br>His eyes turned harshly to Nyx. “What have you done...” And, more importantly, how had she done it. Was there some sort of flaw in his binding? Was she more powerful then he had first given her credit for? It seemed unlikely because coming to the world of man would by no means be a good thing for her. She'd find her power as restricted as his.<br><br>Already his binds on her were starting to waver, fading out of existence because the energy was bleeding away. He wouldn't be able to keep her contained with magic, instead he'd have to subdue her another way while he searched for a way back home. How, though, would he even manage to do that? Surely one of his brothers would notice that he was missing and scry him. No, they would assume he had been killed because they would not see here. He'd have to signal them, or find a way to break the barriers of this realm.<br><br>Rolling his broad shoulders the armor that encased him turned into a quickly fading steam of gold and silver sparks that vanished over his head, leaving him in a heavy white robe beneath. No matter what he was still this womans warden. Reaching forward he banished the spell that held her still, only finishing a deterioration that was well on its way to self completion. <br><br>People couldn't be allowed to see what they were, not truly. “Do you have any idea what you've done?” Michael scolded her, clenching his hands into tight fists at his side. Was this... anger? He didn't like the feeling. This world had strange effects on angels, it twisted them, broke past their divine calm and made them more... human. It wasn't a pleasing experience.<br><br>He could conceal himself from the world, at least his angelic presence, visually anyway. It was uncommon but not unheard of to hide ones wings, and that is exactly what he did. He would be able to concentrate energy within them while they were away anyway, and he'd use that to his advantage later. The four brilliant feathered wings shimmered before slowly going translucent and then vanishing entirely.<br><br>Bright green orbs weighed in heavily on Nyx as he sized her up. Something tugged in his chest, a feeling that he could not place, one that he did not know; his body was responding to hers. He sneered. How was he going to convince her to hide herself. Carefully he put himself between her and the exit to the alley way. No one knew there were here, yet, and he wasn't about to be the reason that mankind came to the knowledge that angels and demons really did exist. That meant he had to...<br><br>Sighing, Michael furrowed his brow at Nyx. “What... is your name?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 06:51:47</strong>
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				<em>"No...No no."</em> The angel repeated. And that sealed it for her. They were in the wrong place. How did they end up on Earth instead? While she had not been aware of the "reprogramming angels", she knew that ending up on earth was not good. Then again, it was easy to see the fear in his eyes that something had messed up. So she would be seeing a bunch of different things today.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes looked around, letting out a sigh as Michael proceeded to flip out at the fact that they were stuck there. Did magic not work on Earth? Her mother had certainly done a lot of sheltering of her. Which was very ironic as one would assume the completely opposite. But her mom kept her close to her side, rarely out of her eye sight. And look what happened the first time she wandered off. She got herself in a lot of trouble. Her mom would have a fit if she ever found her...<br><br>Nyx looked to him as he glared, positive it was her fault. "What do you mean, <em>what have I done</em>? I didn't do a damn thing!" She hissed at him as he accused her of some sort of trickery. "What could I have even done? Not my fault that you screwed up your magic and we ended up here instead of heaven." She explained, rolling her eyes slightly. It had never even crossed her mind to do something to mess up their path. Unfortunately, Nyx was not well versed with the powers she had beyond seduction. Her mother had refused to teach her much. Such as ripping portals. <br><br>The binds started fading, allowing her arms becoming free of constriction. They got to the point where she could just simply break them with her strength. As the chains broke, she let out a long sigh as she was free. She let her wings spread, letting them expand to their full span before she looked to him. She enjoyed the freedom, smirking as her amber eyes scanned the sky. It would be so easy to escape...but she would alert people. If she wanted to stay here, she needed to blend in. These humans would surely freak out at a presence like her. Humans could think about angels and demons but they usually only ever met them in the afterlife. <br><br>Nyx looked back down, her gaze falling to the angel in front of her as he spoke. "Again with the blaming. Why do you assume that is was something I did? I am stuck in this mess with you as well. Not my fault that you messed up and brought us here instead." She mentioned, her temper rising as well. But for him, that was odd right? Weren't angels supposed to be perfect and levelheaded? Demons had no effects really when going onto Earth. The only fact is that she was more sinful than most. Even if she hadn't <em>really</em> sinned...<br><br>She watched as he hid his wings, leaving just a towering man in front of her. Nothing she couldn't handle but she would just have to see how far she could take him. Since she knew no one here, Nyx was still determined to seduce Michael. But for the moment, she just wanted to leave but Michael blocked her path. And every time Nyx took a step, he took one in the same direction to make sure that she didn't leave the alley.<br><br>He finally asked her name and she realized that she had not yet given him her name. "Well, you never told me your name either. So it stands to reason that you should tell me your name first. You were the one who kidnapped me." She teased, smirking as she placed her hands onto her hips. "Nyx. Have you ever heard of me?" She asked, rather curious. Did angels know her or just know her mother? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>29-07-2015, 00:18:24</strong>
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				There was a distinct pause in his body when she revealed her name to him. While lesser hellspawn were things that were cataloged, the major players were and their activities were kept track of. Major players like Adriel, and Nyx was. Michael paled for a moment. She could feign that she hadn't interfered with the portal all day long, he'd never believe it now, not knowing the caliber of demon she was.<br><br>Grudgingly, as he wanted nothing to do with feeding her ego any more, he nodded his head in gentle reply. “I have.” <br><br>Michael closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. He couldn't let the affects of this world strip him completely, and there was a good side here. It seemed as though he could entertain her to keep her in custody; without the use of magic he needed another way of maintaining control until he could find a way to get them out of here. This meant playing nice with... He sighed.<br><br>“Hellsp—-Nyx,” He caught himself, opening his vibrant green gaze again and setting it on her. “This world is not like ours. The humans can not known of our existence. Do you understand?” He explained, if overly vague. Gesturing back towards her wings. “You need to hide them... And...” He waved a hand over her body. “You'll need real clothing.”<br><br>Holding up a hand for her to wait, he cast a glance back over his shoulder. “Put them away and wait here. I will find us a suitable glamor for clothing.”<br><br>He took three solid steps backwards and away from her towards the alley entrance. He hesitated before turning his back on her. She would have limited&nbsp; power too, so the chances she was going to spear him through with hellfire seemed unlikely at this point. Physically he was confident in his ability to over power her. None of this really added up, however, the more that he thought about it. Why had a spawn so powerful allowed herself to be captured so easily. She hadn't put up any sort of resistance.<br><br>Maybe she had wanted to come to earth but for some reason was unable to open a portal herself and she needed to disrupt one already created. It didn't make much sense though, why would she want to come to the material world in the first place and how would she have known to be there at that time. It seemed unlikely that she could scry into the Heavens.<br><br>Standing still in the alley, Michael watched passerbys until he saw a man whose clothing he agreed with. Shortly after a women as well. With the mental imagines in place he turned and returned to Nyx. There were questions to be answered, but in the this alley way seemed like a bad place to have a conversation about the workings of the metaphysical universe.<br><br>“We need to find shelter.” <br><br>He stated more as a fact then a request. His hands flexed at his sides, his magic weaving the illusion around both of them. Mortal eyes were weak, illusions were simply and they wouldn't know any better. It was one of the few advantages they had in this place.<br><br>When his little crafting was done, Michael was left standing in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white tee shirt with some random band logo on it. It was very form fitting and left nothing about the sculpted body beneath to the imagination. Michael was anything but lanky, rather a tall and muscled, broad shouldered hunk of divinely inspired perfection. Even his feet were covered in some black sneakers with white trim and laces. He'd blend right into the crowd upon leaving here.<br><br>His illusion on her was just as conservative, just as boring as what he'd selected for himself. A pair of black yoga-style pants that hugged her curves effortlessly paired with a wavy blue blouse that let her breathe coupled with some very generic flats. Michael nodded at his handy work. The last thing he needed was some mortal man going all lusty over her previously dressed self. He might not be able to hide her beauty but he could certainly do his best to keep her as unremarkable as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 08:03:20</strong>
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				Had the color drained from his face? Michael already had skin the color of porcelain so it was rather hard to tell. Perhaps he had heard of her. And when he admitted to hearing of her, there was a smirk on her face. So if he knew of her, most probably knew of her in that fact. Nyx seemed to stand a bit taller, a bit boastful at the fact that she was known. Turns out, her first time alone and she was having quite the adventure. <br><br>"Oh, you have now? Tell me, what do you know about me?" She asked, her curiosity peaked. Her red lips pressed together, eyes roaming his form once again. She was constantly eyeing him, curious as to what he held under the armor. Her knowledge of angels was so limited and Nyx intended on finding out anything she could about this angel before her. <br><br>An amber gaze met his, narrowing slightly as he slipped up with her name. With the simple gesture of her wings, she turned her head to the side to see the thick black wings that extended from her back. Her gaze fell to her leather clothes, black as night as well. "Don't people dress up like this for some holiday or something? I can just say that is what I am doing." She mentioned, tossing her luscious red locks behind her before approaching him. She got closer than she had before, merely a foot away or so before she extended her hand. <br><br>But as she extended her hand, Michael turned on his heel to go look for "suitable" clothing as he mentioned. There was a small, throaty growl that escaped her lips as he trailed from her perfectly manicured red nails. Her eyes narrowed, if only for a moment before he finally turned his back towards her. At this point, she could have done a variety of things. One being she could hurt him, or even kill him. However, apparently she would have limited powers here. And she already barely knew how to control any of her powers. Her mother could have taught her not only sexual things but her incredible power. But instead, she avoided that. Thus, Nyx was clueless as to what she could do. <br><br>Whatever Michael thought she did, she did not do. The thought had never crossed her mind to disrupt a portal or anything of the sort. With a loud sigh, she resumed her tall stature before allowing her wings to disappear into her back. Where as Michael's might not leave a mark, hers left two rather nasty looking scars on her back, cherry red. Hey, her mother had finally taught her one thing. <br><br>Michael finally returned to a waiting Nyx, her blinking as he mentioned shelter. "Do angels always state the obvious? I mean, I know that but god damn. You just seem to jump to conclusions and state the obvious. Not all <em>that</em> angelic if you ask me." She mentioned. Nyx had no filter and Michael better get used to comments like these from her.&nbsp; Her eyes fell to his hands as he moved them around, no doubt going to change their clothes. <br><br>His outfit showed off his muscular form, the jeans tighter against his thighs and ass. There was a soft smirk from Nyx as she continued to look at him, slowly moving around to check out his backside in the jeans. But before she knew it, her clothes were transformed as well. She blinked before looking down at the fabric, uncomfortable in such things. <br><br>"What the fuck is this?" She growled, tugging at the blue, sheer blouse. It was a simple button up blouse with a white tank top underneath it as well. She tugged at the yoga pants, not familiar with having so much fabric upon her body. With the flats on as well, she was now only about five foot nine or so, considerably shorter than Michael now. <br><br>Nyx growled at the clothes, itching her arm and glaring at Michael. "Bastard. You just had to pick the worst possible outfit. Damn humans and their idiotic fashion sense." She muttered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 02:06:54</strong>
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				Humans and their holidays. A quick glance at the people around had told him that her plan wouldn't work. Go figure, a demoness who was shortsighted. She was prying for compliments, clearly she was a creature of ego. He could see in the way she reacted to being known and the advances she had made thus far. On some level it was a way that they could relate, though he'd never admit they had anything in common. He was an angel after all and angels didn't have egos.<br><br>“The key is blend in, Nyx.” Michael sighed. He simply ignored the commentary about stating the obvious, because what he thought was obvious and she thought were obvious were going to be two entirely separate things.<br><br>Where would they even find somewhere to go here. Versed in many things the world of mankind was not one of them. And these people used some form of currency didn't they? A currency which he had none of. That said he could always impose his will upon a mere mortal if the need arised. Besides all of that he was traveling with Nyx, and chances were when it came to mankind she could get anything she wanted from them without breaking so much as a sweat. Maybe there would be a benefit to having her along... No, he shook his head pushing the thought away.<br><br>No matter where they went they couldn't stay inside this alley forever, if someone saw them they might get ideas and that just wasn't going to work. Roughly, Michael reached out and nabbed her wrist, tugging her along beside him. There was no way he was going to allow he free reign here; he'd have handcuffed her to him if he had the option. “Come on, we need to get out of here at least.”<br><br>Seamlessly he tugged her along at his side onto the sidewalk and merged into the crowd. He had no idea where they were going, but God willing they would run into something if they just walked forward long enough.<br><br>From the corner of his eye he peered at the woman. He didn't want her to make a scene and so he needed to distract her, which meant indulging her. “You're the daughter of Adriel.” He started.<br><br>How much could he really reveal to her? Though, how much about her did he really know? Adriel was the focus, not so much Nyx. “I know that you're young still and that you of all dem—people, don't belong where you were.” Before he could stop himself, Michael finished that thought. “Why were you that far up anyway?”<br><br>He instantly knew that he shouldn't have asked. It wasn't like he had real interest in her life anyway. Though perhaps if she did the talking he could avoid any future conversational missteps. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 23:50:47</strong>
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				Blend in? Had he ever met her? She was just not the type of woman who could blend in. She was destined to stand out no matter what she did or how she even dressed. Nyx was just simply a woman would garner attention from anyone with ease. After all, that was the point of being a demon. The more one stood out, the more men she could seduce. <br><br>As each second passed by, she realized that they were both in a world that they knew little about. Michael didn't seem to have a total plan, or at least a strong one at the moment. It seemed as though they would be figuring out a few things as they went along. The uncertainty was a little terrifying but oddly thrilling to her. To not know what to expect was intriguing to her. "But what if I want to stand out?" She retorted. At certain points, she really did show her young age with the way she talked. As well, it showed just how much of a pain she could really be. Michael would be in for a long, exhausting time with her. <br><br>Her eyes narrowed as his large hand easily encircled her small wrist, thick fingers applying hard pressure as he tugged her along. "I am fully capable of walking you know." She hissed at him as Michael showed no interest in letting go of her any time soon. The point of pressure was almost to the point where it hurt if she fell too far behind him. As Nyx continued to walk with him, she frowned at her clothing choice. It was so odd to have so much fabric covering her, especially in places that never had fabric before. <br><br>Nyx gave a few smiles to men as they gave her a second glance, staring at her face before they simply passed by her. Perhaps it was Michael's presence that kept the men walking instead of stopping. Or perhaps mortal men were just rather weak... But she seemed to perk up when Michael knew who she was. "Oh? And of course everyone knows her..." She mentioned, looking up to the man as he tugged her through the crowd of people. Michael seamlessly weaved them through the crowd, Nyx wondering if he knew where he was even going. How were they going to find shelter? Didn't you need...currency or something? Stuff wasn't exactly free on Earth... But of course, Nyx had very limited knowledge of Earth. <br><br>But her thoughts were soon cut short as he asked why she was where she was. It was a valid question but slightly personal. He probably only cared because she had skipped <em>many</em> circles of hell. They stopped at a traffic light, her eyes looking around at the men standing around them. "Again, stating the obvious. Of course I didn't belong there. I am just curious as to why you want to know..." She started before they were soon crossing the street. But Nyx was one to brag and talk about herself. One...downfall about demons one could say. "My mother has kept me on such a tight leash since I was born. I have grown bored of being alone. Being away from male company as well. So I went to explore. Spread my wings and test out the waters of a higher circle." She told him, smirking proudly. "Didn't know I would be meeting an angel." She added, looking up to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 21:17:50</strong>
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				It was a good thing that humans had such short attention spans and were far too focused on their own lives to really pay attention to what was going on around them. The way that she talked, so brazenly stating what they were, irked a fire inside Michael. He wasn't going to be able to stop her though, she was too young. The best he could do was try to keep it subtle. People largely could ignore what they heard, and those who did catch it and might have believed it should, he hoped, largely just ignore it as something else entirely.<br><br>What she was telling him seemed odd, however. Why would Adria keep her so confined? It didn't make much sense to him, but then again, why did demons do anything that they did. Her point of view was understandable. She had basically been denied her birthright, kept away from the very nature that made her who she was. Of course she was going to get bored and rebel. Certainly Adria had the insight to predict that. Of course he doubted that even she could have foreseen the moment her daughter decided to walk out would also be the moment a reclaimer came and snatched her away.<br><br>“We don't have many interactions with your kind. Those of your level. It's rare to see one up that high, because it's harder for us to get down low. Knowing who you are just made me wonder what you could have possibly been doing so far from safety.” Michael explained. It was sort of a cop out answer, it didn't really explain a whole lot but he was also mostly winging it.<br><br>After crossing the street, Michael paused and looked around. People were looking at her, but they were also noticing the way he was dragging her along. It looked strange, it was out of place here. Too much so. His eyes turned to her, and he gaged just how much he cared about that. His fingers uncurled from her wrist and he let her go. “Nyx.” He said calmly. He was taking a risk here, but for the sake of their cover it had to be done. “It is very important that you stay with me. If you ever want to get back home...” He needn't splice in that when they did manage to get out of here he was going to continue taking her back to Heaven. There was just too much to be learned from her to resist that.<br><br>Gesturing forward, Michael continued with hopefully her in tow. He was extra cautious now to make sure that at least one eye was glued to her at all times. He wasn't about to let her slip away into the crowd and get lost. The damage she could cause on these poor mortal souls was almost unfathomable.<br><br>They hadn't gone too much further before they came to a hotel. A way-point for travelers like them. It was somewhat upper class, what with being in the city proper like this, but that was well enough. He figured that anything too lowly would get complaints from his companion. As much as he didn't want to turn Nyx loose on the staff, he didn't want to impose his will on them more. What she did was at least going to be natural, what he did could damage them. As he tugged her easily through the doors, they walked very slowly through the lobby towards the check-in desk. “You need to be persuasive Nyx. Just don't over do it. We need one room for a couple of nights. Once we're out of sight we can come up with a plan.”<br><br>This felt wrong. Michael was an angel and here he was turning a demon loose on mankind. His whole head felt woozy for it. He should have found another way. Believers probably would offer shelter for free, but that also meant potentially bringing Nyx to sanctified ground. That wouldn't have gone over well. “Please behave.” He said as they finally came to the counter.<br><br>The young man behind the desk was some late high schooler. His hair slicked back with too much gel, and his uniform carelessly wrinkled from poor storage. Nyx instantly had his attention, as if the hormones raging inside the boy weren't enough on their own, putting him front of lust incarnated to flesh was a terrible idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 20:08:34</strong>
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				Subtlety was certainly something that demons were not known for. They rarely had a filter and just usually tended to say what was on their mind. At least, everyone Nyx knew was that way. Her "friendships" were limited at best. Any contact with another person/being besides her mother was limited. She knew her mother would probably be reeling off curses when she found out that Nyx was gone. At that thought, she wondered if her mother would come looking for her... <br><br>There was a snort from Nyx as he mentioned "her kind" and dealings with them. "Safety yes. But then again, isn't life all about taking risks? I mean being immortal means you have to have fun." She blatantly said, a little too loud as always. But since they were walking, she figured most people wouldn't even notice. She had noticed humans were so consumed by their phones. Talking on them or typing away at them it seemed. She honestly wondered how they even walked without running into something. <br><br>The moment his hand left her wrist, her eyes looked into his. He brought up something that she now had to face. She would probably never go home. He said about going home but she knew he would take her back to heaven. She was enjoying the taste of freedom that she had but would she grow bored of it? Perhaps at some point. She gently nodded her head, willing to play along for now. <br><br>They continued on until they came upon a hotel. Nyx couldn't really tell what the inside would look like but she figured she could make use of it. The outside was rather deceiving as beyond the door opened up into a nice hotel. High ceilings, nice decorations...so far so good. But her eyes were settled back on Michael when he spoke. One room for a couple nights. Oh that would certainly be easy. There was a small chuckle from her ruby red lips as she batted her eyelashes. "Behave? It is like you do not even know me." She teased. He was giving her some leeway and she was going to use it to her full advantage. <br><br>As they approached, the young man seemed to be overly engrossed with his phone until he looked up to Nyx. And well, she could instantly see his eyes practically fall out of his skull. "Hello Frank, I need a room for a couple of nights." She started off simply, giving him an innocent smile and batting her eyelashes a few times. <br><br>Frank paused for a moment, his eyes obviously staring at her body before he gave a few nods. "Oh yes yes, what type of room would you like?" He started with, typing on the computer in front of him. His eyes barely stayed on the screen, mostly looking at the woman in front of him.<br><br>"My brother and I need one with two beds. With a view would be fantastic." She continued, knowing the kid would be more interested in the fact that Michael wasn't her boyfriend or such. And well, Frank seemed to perk up, hoping that Nyx was single. <br><br>Nyx turned to Michael for a moment before speaking. "Why don't you go take a seat over there? I can surely handle this." She explained, motioning towards a couch that would keep her in view. "Go on, you were just complaining that your feet hurt." She added, narrowing her eyes at him and waving him off. This Frank kid would probably do more for her if Michael was gone. <br><br>She continued on, even calling the manager of the hotel over. Nyx was able to seduce both men into giving her everything she needed for the next few days. And Nyx barely had to exert herself in order to get everything. With a smile and a wave, she grabbed the key cards and walked over to Michael with a smile. "One of their best rooms with a view. Not to mention I have room service paid for, spa treatments booked, reservations at the restaurant in the hotel for 7 and not to mention, they are looking into all the attractions for me." She told him, smirking. He only asked for the room but she certainly wanted all of it. "Come on, I want to go see the room." Nyx replied before starting to make her way to the elevators. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>30-09-2015, 12:02:32</strong>
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				As she waved, Michael sighed and nodded. It was probably in the best interest of what she was doing for him to not be looming with eyes fixed on her. Well, he could solve the looming part anyway. Doing as instructed he made his way to one of the chairs with its back to the outside wall. He certainly wasn't going to turn away from Nyx. He might be willing to let her walk beside him, but go out of sight? Not a chance. His eyes stayed glued to her back, watching. Waiting. When he saw the manager come out, he was concerned. Why did she need both of them? Perhaps getting free things required authorization. Yes. That made sense.<br><br>When finally she came back and offered up the information on what she had done, his jaw dropped slightly. That was not the point. “Nyx.” He grumbled under his breath. “The point is not to draw attention to ourselves.” She had already started walking away when he had said it. He rolled his eyes and shoved himself free of the chair, following after her until they got to the elevator. Once inside its closed, private, space he turned to her and held up both of his hands. “Which part of please and behave didn't you understand?”<br><br>In reality, Michael should have considered himself lucky. She hadn't reaped anyones soul, or enchanted them. Or done anything particularly vile. She'd just been a beautiful, if not stunning, women who was maybe a little magically persuasive. He sighed and shook his head. No, no, scolding her wasn't going to do any good. She wasn't going to respond to that. “No... Nevermind.” He stopped it before she could get a word in response. “Thank you... Good job.” He offered as a follow up, forced though the words may be.<br><br>The ride stopped on their floor and Michael followed Nyx out, down the hall towards where their room was. It was impossible not to notice the man walking down the hall with his wife whose eyes were glued to Nyx. His wife seemed to notice too and shot Nyx the dirtiest gaze.<br><br>Allowing Nyx to open the room up for them, Michael followed her in and shut the door. It really was a nice room. Of course Michael didn't concern himself with the luxuries of the place... But that mound of real down pillows looked very comfortable. He shook his head to rattle such thoughts from his head. He didn't need these comforts, he was an angel. He was above such things. Right? In that moment of weakness he couldn't help but notice Nyx as well. Those were thoughts that he quickly wrapped in chains and locked away. That was crossing a line... But she really was very... No. He shook his head again and strode into the room with gaze locked on the window. He peeled the thick blinds to the side and looked out over the city. There was so much, and they were both, hopelessly lost.<br><br>Truth be told Michael only had a very limited idea on how to get home. Opening a portal was out of the question. At least without more power. He'd need a battery of mystical energy. A jump start to force the gates open and let them slip through. Where to get such an object was of course another problem entirely. He sighed and dropped the curtain closed, slowly walking to the bed and flopping onto it, with his back propped up against the headboard. His eyes closed.<br><br>“We need to establish some rules, Nyx. We don't know how long we're going to be here but we can't just disrupt the natural flow of things. Understand?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>18-10-2015, 05:09:29</strong>
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				Nyx has a sway about her hips, almost hypnotizing as she sauntered over to the elevators. Everything about her screamed sexy. Then again, it was her nature to be sexual. As the elevators dinged, Nyx stepped inside and looked to Michael. She pressed the button for the 17th floor before looking at her nails. The doors quickly closed behind them to leave them in private. "Hey, I <em>did</em> behave. I didn't take either man into the back for a quick romp now did I? I just got us some nice things is all. You might be used to the simple things in life but back home I live in an opulent palace. If I am going to live on earth, I expect to be pampered." She said simply as the elevator slowly started to rise. <br><br>Back home, she had many servants that catered to her and her mother's needs. Most were female ironically but there was a few males. Nyx was kept away from most of them though and they were usually around when she wasn't. Her bedroom was the size of a normal house, sprawling over an entire wing with her own bathroom, kitchen and living room. While others had small homes, Nyx was practically royalty.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes did snap from her nails to Michael again as he half-assed apologized to her. He also gave a slight compliment as well. That was certainly something that she didn't expect either. Nyx was stuck for a response for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. "Your...welcome?" She half asked. When the elevator came to a halt, there was another ding before the door opened up into a carpeted hallway. She walked out first, then heading down the small hall to a decent sized foyer that lead in two directions on either size of a round mahogany table with a floral arrangement. To the left was room numbers 1 thru 30 and 31 thru 60 were on the right. Nyx took a right, heading to room number 38. <br><br>Nyx even gave a smile to the man walking down the hall, noticing the ice cold stare she received from what she presumed was the man's wife. She was used to the stares so it did not even seem to bother her int he slightest. She stopped at their room, opening it up with a simple swipe of the key and flipping on the lights. "Mmm, not too bad." She mentioned about the room. Her first order of business was to change her attire. With a simple flick of her hand, she was changed back into the clothing she had previously worn as she flopped down onto the bed. While she would never admit that the fabric of the clothes were comfortable, she preferred her skin exposed. <br><br>Closing her eyes for a moment, she allowed herself to relax into the plush comforter of the bed. But it was short lived when Michael started talking once again. And of course he was going to ruin the party with his "rules" that he needed to establish. There was a sigh before she rolled onto her side to look at him. Her eyes opened up to see his eyes closed. "Alright, what are your rules? No doubt it means that I will be having no fun..." She added, smirking as she slowly rolled off of the bed. Nyx allowed her wings to spread again as she went over to his bed, climbing onto the bed and over him. Her knees rested on either side of his hips, hands placed onto the headboard on either side of his face. She knew he would be moving away from her rather soon but she didn't care. She wanted to have a little fun and see if she could seduce him. It would be quite the challenge. Whenever he opened his eyes, she stared into them as her body hovered over his. "Can we list the rules nude? I am sure I will pay more attention then..." She teased, the smirk curling further onto her ruby lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 13:15:19</strong>
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				“Yes. They mean no fun. We need to be safe. Careful. Do you not understand the gravity our presence could have on people?” He questioned. It wasn't a demons worry though. They made a habit of being disruptive. Preaching the same thing was never going to get through to her. The next question though did get him to cough and open his eyes, only then to realize just how close she had become.<br><br>Michael's body suddenly became very tense. His back pressed hard against the headboard, his eyes went wide and he didn't speak for a long moment. If this had been an hour ago, he'd have been fine. He would have simply removed her, and left the area where she could do such things. As it was though he was tempted by the flesh and the evidence of this was the way his eyes did not rest on her face but rather shifted down her body. First it was slow, slight, no further than her collar, before retreating to her eyes. But then they went down further, then back up, then further...<br><br>His voice seemed caught in his throat in a way that he had never experienced. She should not be having such an effect on him, he was a celestial being and was above such things. But the thought of reaching out and savoring the feeling of her skin, just for a moment, was almost too much to resist. Almost.<br><br>It was such things that had doomed the universe. The curse of flesh, and giving into the temptations of such. It had lead to the downfall of all man kind, and he would not become subject to their same mistakes. No. His eyes closed and he finally released the long trapped breath. When they opened again they held that same power, narrow stare. “No. We can not list rules in the nude. You will pay attention as you are.”<br><br>Truthfully her straddling him was more distracting than he wanted to admit, but the thought of touching her to remove her at the moment was too much. To have that sensation even for a moment he feared might weaken his resolve. He would not fall victim to her foul whims... No matter how appealing the might seem at the moment. No. She could stay right where she was and focus on what he had to say.<br><br>“Your wings. They need to go away.” He started out. “And your clothing. You must wear things appropriate to the people of this world. You must appear normal.” His brow knitted together in frustration. “Even in private, no wings. What if you made an accident? Clothing... In private if you must...” He finished his sentence by gesturing at what she was wearing.<br><br>“Our powers must be used limitedly. The humans can not know that we're not one of them. And we must conserve out power so that when we figure out how to get back home we have the strength to do it.” Michael continued, as if he were reading from some sort of supernatural creatures on earth handbook. This was all very matter of fact. Very deliberate. If he tried to tailor this to her, he feared she'd simply ignore him. Though she ignored him when he was like him too, so this whole thing may have been a waste of his breath. “What's done is done, and you'll enjoy your nice things but we must not draw any more undo attention onto ourselves, Nyx.”<br><br>“Humanity isn't ready to know that we're real. That we're not those things in books they read about. We must be careful above all else.”<br><br>Near the end his seriousness faltered some. “But...” He sighed. “I suppose enjoying ourselves a little bit... A LITTLE BIT,” he exclaimed, “wouldn't hurt anything.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>23-10-2015, 19:26:19</strong>
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				"I have obeyed your rules haven't I? You sure do like to act as though I tried to steal your soul..." She admitted, knowing that well..she was not being 100% innocent at the moment. The only reason why Nyx had listened to everyone comment he made was she didn't know where she was going. She had no idea how to even get back. Making a portal 101 was a class her mother obviously "forgot" to teach her. Michael was her only way to get out of this place. While Nyx would enjoy a short stay here, she didn't want to make Earth her permeant home. <br><br>The way he reacted only fueled her to continue. Had she gotten to him? The wide eyes, silence and pressed tightly against the backboard seemed to be a sign that yes, she had gotten to him. Nyx tilted her head to the side slightly, her amber eyes gazing into his shining emerald ones. There was a slow lick of her lips, the pink tongue contrasting her fire red lips. All the while her eyes never left his, waiting to see what he would be doing next. His eyes finally started moving, taking more of her frame in each time he looked. Her eyes remained on him as he did, a smirk curling on her lips. In the current position, he was getting quite the eyeful of her large chest. The way her smooth, alabaster skin contrasted the black and shiny leather of the corset. <br><br>Her hand slowly slipped from the headboard, tangling through his blonde locks if only for a moment. Her hand slipped further, red nails trailing over his chiseled cheek. They followed the curve of his oval face, nails lightly dragging over his full flips. She didn't go further for the moment, allowing her hand to rest down at her side. As much as she was trying to seduce him, she was really intrigued herself. All of this was a new experience for her and she was exploring just as much as he would be exploring if he took the plunge. His eyes closed and a breath was released. She had gotten to him but he was very powerful in his will. As his eyes opened back up, her eyes met his again. Nyx parted her lips slightly, drawing in a deep breath. "If you insist. I insist otherwise..." She added in a sensual whisper to him. <br><br>As he mentioned her wings, her head turned slightly and eyes scanned them. She was not used to hiding them and it was slightly tiring for her. The one thing Michael seemed to forget is that while she was powerful, she wasn't well <em>versed</em> in how to use her powers. There was no need to hide her wings in hell, no need to do any hiding of any sort. "Accident? Look I may not be as skilled as you but I am not stupid." She admitted, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her clothing was not optional for being in private however. "Either I get to keep my clothes in private or I am nude. Your choice." She added with an innocent smile. She had a feeling that he would allow her to wear her normal clothes in private. <br><br>She removed her other hand from the headboard, then bending up. She waved a hand, her wings disappearing only to leave the scars. Nyx lightly sat on his hips, brushing her red locks behind her shoulder. While she had been closer before, she finally was touching him. Only time would tell if he would remove her. He acted as though her skin was pure poison and if he dared to touch, the lust would ravage his body. <br><br>"Look, I am not here to screw up humans. Sure, it would be fun to do but I don't want to spend the rest of my life here. The one thing you don't understand is that I have no clue how to get anywhere. <em>You</em> are the only link I have to getting out of here. And while yes, I would like to explore and spread my wings metaphorically, I need to keep you around if I ever want to head home. You need to stop treating me as enemy number one. I have sinned less than most humans on this planet. I may have been born in hell to one of the biggest sinners ever but I have yet to sin as bad as her." She leveled with him, being completely open and honest to him. He was certainly more powerful than she was. <br><br>But when he mentioned about having a <em>little bit</em> of fun, there was a big smile on her lips. "Fun? Why kind of fun are you proposing? I have a few ideas if you are unable to think of any..." She hinted, her eyes seeming to glimmer as she winked to him. She continued to sit on his hips and she would only move if he moved her off of them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 01:38:13</strong>
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				It was refreshing to hear that Nyx had such a solid understanding of the situation. While he had entirely assumed that she did the actions she made thus far had told an entirely different story, so her actually saying it all out loud without and coercive prompting from him eased his worry considerably. After giving her a moment to speak her mind, Michael nodded and closed his eyes again. She was trying. She was using those charms that she had put to use on the mortal men at the front desk to work on him, she was trying to break him. Undeniably he couldn't say that he wished she wouldn't succeed.<br><br>No.<br><br>Her teasings would not get the best of him. He wouldn't allow it. He took a deep breath and hug his hands into the sheets, clutching the sheets into the balls of his fists. “Fine. In private you can wear what you like.” He agreed. It was better than the idea of her walking around in the nude the whole time because he was sincerely concerned about his own ability to handle that in this state. “I wasn't calling you stupid, Nyx. Just... Inexperienced. And mistakes do happen. Everyone, all beings make them.”<br><br>Michael's mind raced with thoughts about what kind of fun she might have in mind. What would she want to do that she didn't already intend to do? In the moment of that thought he was keenly aware of where she was sitting on him. She couldn't possible be suggesting? Not only forbidden the thought was disgusting. An angel mating with a demon? It was blasphemous, a sin, a good way to get your wings clipped and to fall from the good graces of heaven!<br><br>Then again, he was already without power. An angel in the body of man right now. His divinity had already been stripped from him, and was fading, contained to a mere fraction of what it could be, what it was meant to be. If he looked at it from that angle, he was little more than a man at this point and men enjoyed the flesh. His eyes peeled open and gazed at her full breasts from behind half closed lids. His heart fluttered, and his entire body shifted beneath her. Just a moment of weakness wouldn't be too much? If he was not angelic it was not a sin. It was nature.<br><br>No.<br><br>The truth of the matter was that Michael had not really prepared any idea of what fun might look like. Leaving it to her machinations though seemed like a most unpleasant idea, who knew what deviousness she might try to lure him into. “There must be something to do here that you can find enjoyment from.” He replied, quietly while closing his eyes again. He needed to focus, to not move, to not feel her warmth. <br><br>She was warm. Why was he feeling that warm. Embracing it. Why was he acknowledging her presence at all. His body was reacting in a way that his mind did not concur with. This must have been what mankind called the heart wanting what the mind does not. There was some sort of war raging between what he knew to be the truth and what his body wanted to be the truth. “What did you have in mind Nyx?” He questioned.<br><br>Emerald orbs opened again, weaker than before. His resolve was not what it once was, he just needed to find a way to combat that. And what did she mean that she was less sinful than most people on this world? That seemed hardly possible, but at the same time it perked an genuine interest in her? Could she some how be closer to angelic than even humanity? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>26-10-2015, 04:25:36</strong>
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				She had never left her circle of hell until today. Nyx had been kept close for a reason. Yet, here she was on earth with an angel. Not exactly how she planned for this day to go herself. But she clearly understood the gravity of the situation. If she didn't stay with Michael, she would be stuck here forever. Well, her mother would soon find her but she really didn't want to hear the bitching that would come from that woman. Nyx wondered if she would ever get home. Or if Michael would take her to heaven after all of this. He probably would but they would just have to see.<br><br>There was a smirk as he allowed her to wear what she wanted. Yes, she knew that giving him those options would mean he would pick the clothing option. Even if the clothing was rather risqué. She would be researching better clothing options than what Michael had chosen for her earlier today.<br><br>Nyx continued to stare into his eyes, wondering if she could see anything from him. He asked what she had in mind, actually seeming to be curious. The way his body moved under hers, the hitching in his breath. Another smirk curled on her lips, apparently her signature look, as she moved into her previous position. Nyx moved closer, her lips hovering near his ear once again. "So many sinful things that would make any angel blush." She replied, her breath dancing across his neck as she pulled back. Her finger again drew across his milky skin, lightly dimpling his lips as she seemed to only be starting. But as her eyes met his again, they seemed to turn quickly. Her face fell ever so slightly, dropping her smirking facade. <br><br>But she soon pulled back and gave a smile. "Maybe another time." She added. Nyx easily removed herself from him, waving a simple hand. "I must shower." She replied as if nothing had happened. What she did was something she couldn't believe she would do. She had a man, an angel even, in her grips and she didn't pounce. Her mind had reminded her that if he was to give into temptation, he would have his wings clipped. Michael would fall from grace and it would be her fault. Taking a mere mortal was one thing. But could she really corrupt an angel? <br><br>Nyx quickly retreated into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She rested her back against the door, letting out a breath she seemed to have been holding in. Had she really just held herself back? Had she really <em>avoided</em> a sin? She had no idea why she would have ever done what she just did. She had been wanting to be with a man for hundreds of years now. And she just avoided it. Swallowing, she pushed herself from the door and turned on the shower. Nyx stripped down, leaving her body bare as she stepped into the shower. She left the water scalding, soothing her skin as she relaxed her muscles. Yes, she needed to take a moment to herself. <br><br>After a thirty minute shower, she reemerged from the bathroom clad in just a towel. Nyx tousled her wet tresses, glancing over to the clock on the nightstand which read six twenty five. "I asked for room service to deliver at six thirty. Shouldn't be too long." She replied, wondering if Michael had calmed down at all after their incident. However, it was interrupted by a knock on the door. Nyx was already moving towards the door before Michael could even get up. She peered out of the peephole, checking the identity before opening up the door. "What did I tell you?" She called back to Michael as the older man pushed the cart in with two silver domes on top. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>27-10-2015, 11:50:23</strong>
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				Her words alone had nearly been enough to make him blush; as if this entire situation itself hadn't been enough on its own.<br><br>Then she was leaving, going to shower? What was going on? Michael was shocked out of any sort of fluster that he had been feeling. There was no reason that she needed to stop there, not that he was complaining. She had been walking down the right road and pushing him, and though he was loathe to admit it she had very nearly pushed him further than he believed himself able to withstand. Why had she stopped? Willingly no less.<br><br>He watched as she moved to the bathroom to shower. A sentiment that he could suddenly relate to. Sin. It oozed from her, metaphorically, and thus now felt to be covering him. He wanted to scrub it off, cleanse himself with water if he could not purify his mind. At least then he would be appearing to make an effort to resist this debauchery that she flaunted so eagerly. Michael pushed himself from the bed and locked his hands behind his back, heading to the window and pulling the heavy curtain open so that he might stare down upon the denizens of this world and contemplate the situation.<br><br>With his first moment of alone time, something he felt that he was going to need to enjoy more now that it would likely be sparse, he looked back at the portal and evaluated what had gone wrong. He replayed the scene where he opened it over and over again. Nothing seemed wrong or out of place, he was positive that the anchors had been set correctly. Michael believed that Nyx had not disrupted the portal; nothing about her seemed to have the knowledge, let alone ability, to interfere with his magic without him knowing that she had been doing it. So where had it all gone wrong? How had he screwed up so gloriously. Portal opening wasn't simple magic by any means, but it was something that he had a fair amount of experience doing. Ending up in one of the off realms, maybe, but on Earth? It took a blunder of tremendous proportions to accomplish that. Had she been distracting him before he realized it? Had her beau- demonic ways been entrancing him before his divinity had begun to fade? Was he so weak willed as to fall subject to her most natural of whims?<br><br>Michael refused to believe that he had been so entranced by her.<br><br>Before he could think on it any further, his analysis was cut short, Nyx stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and began to talk of food. He turned to face her and saw the form wrapped only in the towel. He needed to get used to this, but it was so foreign. It wasn't as if the concept of nudity was beyond him, but angels did not indulge in such things. Here she was flaunting herself freely. His eyes moved to the door when the knock came.<br><br>The man was doing his job, but it was impossible to notice the flickering of his eyes towards Nyx. The way he wanted to see more. The lust in his eyes when he looked at her, and the envy in them when he glanced to Michael. Two of seven. Michael's eyes narrowed when the cart came to a stop. “Thank you for your service.” Michael said, advancing and dismissing the man, if perhaps a little too rudely.<br><br>The man glared at Michael for a moment before turning to Nyx and smiling at her, backing out of the room without ever removing either of his eyeballs from her form. So entranced he didn't even ask for a tip.<br><br>When the door was shut, Michael sighed and shook his head, peering at the two silver domes. Mortality meant eating. Yet another thing he understood the concept of but had no experience with. In this state though it would be required of him. In fact the smell of the food was already having some sort of effect on him. “What did you get?” He questioned, reaching up, grabbing the top of both domes and lifting them away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 22:31:28</strong>
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				The man could not keep his eyes off of her, almost tripping and running the cart into the dresser. Of course, Nyx just seemed to give an innocent smile to the man, batting her eyelashes. She wasn't even using anything to entrance the man but he was already under her spell. Her eyes looked to Michael as he abruptly shooed the waiter away. Nyx returned her eyes to the man, smiling and giving a small wave as he left. Nyx had to shut the door behind him because the server seemed that he didn't want to leave. She crossed back to the food, looking back to Michael. "It is what humans call chateaubriand. No freaking clue what that is... but it is apparently the best meal in the hotel." She explained, perfectly pronouncing the french word. As for what the hell it was...that was to be determined. <br><br>Nyx pulled open the dome to reveal some type of meat with a fancy presentation of...potatoes? She placed the dome next to the plates, further inspecting the food. Her eyebrows furrowed as she bent down and looked at it closer. "I think this is supposed to be...beef. And... I think those are potatoes. I have no clue. I don't understand why humans make their food look so... weird." She explained, shaking her head as she bent back up. There was many things that humans did in which Nyx would not even fathom. Food was one of those things. Being born in hell, she had no clue what food was or what it even tasted like. What was...taste even? <br><br>Nyx gave Michael a grin before turning her back to him. She casually undid the towel, letting it fall to the floor. As the towel fell, she simply waved her hand to clothe herself. If he was paying close enough attention, he might catch a flashing glimpse of her nude form from behind. But as soon as she was nude, she was covered up rather quickly. Nyx turned towards him and then picked up one of the plates along with a fork. She headed over to the small table in the room, taking a seat as she again stared at the food. <br><br>Her mind was still running about what she did earlier. Why had she stopped herself and prevented sex from happening. She had him in her hand, seeming to be ready to sin and she pulled away. It was something she was having trouble coping with. But it wasn't the time to think about it. She needed to figure out how this food thing worked. She picked up her fork, touching the meat and then moving it around. "I sure hope it tastes better than it looks. This looks so strange." She mentioned, stabbing the meat. It was a fairly large chunk and she pulled it up. Nyx took a bite, having to tear off a piece since she did not cut it beforehand. <br><br>She started chewing it, her face showing some rather interesting emotions before she finally swallowed. It was actually a few seconds of her holding the piece of meat in her mouth before she remembered that she needed to swallow. It was so strange to eat and she was finding it hard to understand how humans did this. "Odd, very odd. How do humans do this all the time?" She questioned. Nyx licked her lips before jabbing her fork into the oddly shaped pile of mashed potatoes. It was in some design, oddly enough it reminded her of a breast. She pulled the fork up, getting a little bit of the potatoes and sticking it in her mouth. These were creamy and she really didn't have to chew before swallowing. "I didn't even know I had taste buds honestly. This is so weird." She admitted, shaking her head and making yet another face. It seemed as though Nyx was not fond of food or eating for that matter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 23:54:26</strong>
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				Why were they eating again? Michael looked down at the food that had been brought for them as Nyx revealed it, and shook his head at the ordeal. The potatoes were fine, of course, they were grown, created for consumption. The beef though? Man had this habit of slaughtering other creatures in creation for there own benefit. Like the poor cow. What had the cow ever done to man kind? The answer was of course nothing. They had simply been there, existed, his fathers creation, bred for meals like this one. It was a horrifying process to say the least, but luckily wasn't one that he had ever had to deal with. The efforts of man were more routinely watched than interfered with. They were the favored children in the sense that they had been given free will and Michael and his brothers and sisters? They had all been given very specific instructions not to interfere.<br><br>Michael lifted his plate and shifted back towards the table, following Nyx. She had placed him in a strange spot where he had no desire to eat, to try what the humans required, but to not do it would clearly create this strange error that others might catch onto. How perceptive could the people of this hotel possibly be though? Smart enough, no doubt, to notice if they never ate or returned food completely untouched. They would want to know what was wrong, and try to replace it. He set the plate down and scooted into the chair across from Nyx, lifting his fork and smooshing the potatoes around while listening to his captives reactions over it. “Weird? Is it good?” He prodded her for more information really wanting her opinion before he tried it.<br><br>It really didn't matter what she said about it, he had no choice. That was how he rationalized what was going on, scooping up a large clump of the mash and shoveling it between his lips. Tasted of cream. Soft. Smooth. It went down easily and left the taste of buttered garlic on his tongue. Like her Michael found this experience to be best described as weird. It was an entirely new and unique sensation that he couldn't place if it were good or bad. He had nothing to compare it too. Which meant more would clear that up, right? He went for the meat, slicing it with a knife and picking up a smaller portion of it while popping it into his mouth. It felt strange to eat another being. Wrong even. Though while it probably would have bothered him to no end several hours ago, right now it felt like it didn't matter. These people, the mortals, needed to survive and in his current state it was extremely difficult to see himself as above them.<br><br>Before launching into the next bite, he needed to make it at least appear like he had eaten some, he looked across the way to observe how Nyx was coming with her plate. “I don't think this is a process I would like to repeat. We can tell others, if it comes up, that we ate elsewhere. We're not required to eat their food here. They'll never know.. You can do as you please though.” He gave her... permission?<br><br>He scooped up another bit of the potatoes, they were better than the meat anyway, and stuffed it into his mouth. “What other activities did you set up for tonight?” He inquired. “It would be strange if we didn't attend them now that they're been arranged.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 07:04:29</strong>
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				To her, she didn't even think that beef was once an animal. It never even crossed her mind that the thing she was eating was once alive at a point. Being a demon, she did not need to eat at all actually. But there was a certain "appearance" that needed to be kept. Others in the circles of hell were once humans, so food was common for them. While they didn't eat as much now, they still did more than Nyx ever did. So far, she was not enjoying this whole eating process. It was awkward and laborious to her. How humans did this all the time was a mystery. However, she continued to eat a little bit, deciding that she liked the potatoes the best. It meant that she did not have to chew as much. Plus the creamy flavor was enticing to her. <br><br>She had barely finished half of the meat and almost al of the potatoes before she finally pushed it away. Nyx looked down to her abdomen, rubbing her bare stomach. Digesting this...stuff was going to be interesting as well. Everything about living on earth was going to be very different. The way she had to act, conceal herself and keep up appearances. She pushed back her chair, slowly rising and shaking her head. "Now what do we do with this? Like...leave it inside of the room or what?" She questioned, unsure of what to do. Eating was one of those things she really didn't want to repeat and Michael seemed to agree. But what surprised her most was the fact that he allowed her to still eat if she wanted to do so. That was something completely new. Normally he didn't want to give her any freedom of any sort. <br><br>She took a few steps over to the window, pulling back the curtains to look at the skyline. She watched as some of the people passed by below, seeing that there was constantly a large flow of people. Her amber eyes noted the girls fashion, hoping to find something better to wear than what Michael had picked out last time. Perhaps she could find something that she would like as well. She closed the curtains, looking to him when he asked what she had planned. "Actually, I am not sure. I don't know if the manager was looking for a show for tonight or what. I kind of think we are just staying in tonight. Or actually... there is a pool and hot tub here. I would certainly enjoy doing that." She suggested. Taking a cool dip in a pool would be a treat for her. Any water that was in hell was generally very heated. Her pool at her place in hell was steaming all year round. She moved over to the full length mirror near the TV, pulling up her hair and turning to look at her back. Where her wings were hidden resided very red scars. Would someone notice that or would her hair hide them? She dropped her hair, seeing that it covered the scars rather well. <br><br>Nyx looked back to Michael and smiled at him. "I say that is what we do. Because sitting in this room will be boring. And I am not even sure I want to know what humans find entertaining on that thing..." She explained, pointing towards the TV that hung on the wall. Tousling her red locks again, she looked around the room again. "Yes, there is not much else to do in here..." She added. Of course, sex was always an option but she was avoiding that. She still couldn't figure out what happened last time and was starting to think something was wrong with her. But enough of thinking about that. She needed to get her mind off of that. <br><br>She moved over to the bathroom, grabbing two towels from inside. Michael hadn't even said that he was on board with her plan. But Nyx was not going to take no for an answer this time. She came back into the room, setting the towels down onto the bed. She made a simple wave of her hand over her body, changing into a skimpy crimson red bikini. The triangle top showcased her large bust and the side ties on the bikini bottoms clung to her curvy hips. She adjusted her breasts and the top a bit, not even caring that Michael was right there. "Alright, I am ready. You just need to get ready." She explained, placing her hands on her hips as she looked to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 08:42:56</strong>
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				Swimming. This was a recreation that humans enjoyed. Yes he had seen some of them do it in heaven. Of course he was an angel, and such things were beneath him. So he didn't really understand the appeal. At least not until he had a chance to see Nyx in the bikini. His eyes hit her and followed her hands as she made the adjustments needed to keep it secure and fit her properly. There was that feeling again, that temptation that gnawed at the back of his head, and made him think, desire, things very unholy of himself. On that level, part of him could suddenly understand why such a recreation might be enjoyable.<br><br>Still what exactly was he supposed to do to get ready? Was he supposed to wear something like she had? No. That seemed entirely inappropriate and largely uncomfortable what with his lack of breasts. What had those humans been wearing when he last saw them? Ah yes. Trunks. Swim trunks. They were blue with palm trees on them. The rest of them had been left indecent. Was this what humanity considered acceptable? Michael sighed as he pushed the chair back and rose to match Nyx's position. Humanity had clearly been given far too much freedom if they believed actions like this were good and decent.<br><br>His eyes turned and hit the television which Nyx had dismissed out right. Part of him wondered how much entertainment could be gathered from it, because that meant staying here and dressing up in this ridiculous costume. Mankind spent a great deal of time sitting in front of the black boxes, and they seemed to enjoy it a great deal. Maybe it would contain information that would amuse the two of them? Doubtful, he figured, what with the humans level of entertainment falling so far below their combine normalcy. Heavy orbs turned back to her and her towels.<br><br>Humans were social creatures, he reasoned, and it would probably be seen as strange if they spent a bunch of time locked in this room and not out and about. That might raise undo alarms. Though he wondered, if for the briefest of moments, if he wasn't just being a tad paranoid about how much they might stand out. For all of their merits humans were entirely flawed and often wrapped up in themselves. Would Nyx and he even register on anyones radar if they simply stayed inside? <br><br>Ultimately, Michael decided it best not to chance fate.<br><br>The clothing that he had selected for himself shimmered and faded away, morphing into the aforementioned pair of Hawaiian swim trunks. This new style gave Nyx a full view of what Michael was really made of, and it was exactly what she might have been lead to believe: angelic perfection. His body was a piece of art, sculpted from the finest materials available in all of creation. Like her, Michael possessed flawless skin; his however was decorated with powerful, tight muscle rather than supple curves. He was by no means bulky, rather compact and powerful.<br><br>His eyes fell from Nyx and looked down at himself like this. What came next could only be described as a blush, a flustered sound resembling a snort as he realized just how far he had truly been stripped down. Angels did not flaunt themselves like this. He was unused to looking at himself in such a way, let alone allowing others to do the same. His hands flexed from relaxed to tightly balled over and over again. “Does... This appear to be ready?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 21:31:56</strong>
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				Nyx watched as his clothes simply faded and produced a pair of swimming trunks. For some reason, she felt her breath catch in her throat. He was absolute perfection and it almost...stunned her? She was feeling emotions she had never felt before and they confused her like no other. She should have been all over him and he shouldn't be causing her to stare. Her eyes scanned his fit form, taking in each muscle in his body. Her amber eyes finally landed upon his face, noticing the blush. It was endearing the way he seemed so uncomfortable about all of this. She realized that she had been holding in a breath, inhaling sharply to clear her thoughts. A smirk crawled on her lips before she nodded her head. "Very much so." She added in a hushed tone, eyes twinkling. <br><br>She moved over to him, passing him with a smirk as she then headed over to the bathroom. She grabbed two towels before then heading back into the room. She looked around for the room key, casually tossing a towel over to Michael. One she found the key, she then looked back to him and smiled. Nyx gingerly tossed the towel over her shoulder to hold. "Alright, come on." She mentioned to him, waving a hand as she walked out of the room. Nyx continued on walking, knowing he would catch up to her by the time they got to the elevators. She passed a few younger men who seemed to be heading back from dinner. Their conversation went all but silent, eyes watching Nyx as she smiled to them. As she passed by, the men took the time to look behind and watch her walk to the elevator before whispering hot smoking hot she was. <br><br>She tapped her foot against the floor as she waited for Michael and the elevator. As the elevator dinged, she stepped inside and made sure to allow him in before then pressing the lobby button. "I bet you will get a lot of women looking at you in that suit." She explained as the elevator started its descent. The rest of their elevator ride was quiet, Nyx surprisingly at a loss of words. Thankfully the ride was short and before she knew it, they were on their way to the pool. They had to pass partly through the lobby, both of them earning looks from both males and females. When Nyx opened the door to the pool, she was met with a completely empty place. It would just be the two of them and honestly Nyx wanted it that way. Her sights were only set on Michael, not other guys. She moved over to one of the lounge chairs, setting her towel and the room card on the seat. She sauntered over to the large pool, dipping her toe into the water. The pool she had back home was always warm. The only thing cold that Nyx had experienced was drinking water. And even that was never truly cold. <br><br>She retracted her toe back at the cold water, mouth falling open. "What the fuck is this shit?! Why is the water cold?! What the hell!" She cursed, holding her foot up and rubbing her toes. People enjoyed this cold stuff? Humans were so strange. Nyx rubbed her foot, hoping to get her toes warm after such cold water. It wasn't even that cold but to her, it was as if she had stuck her toe into ice water. "Screw that. Maybe that hot tub is warmer. At least if not, humans are seriously weird people." She muttered to herself before setting her foot down. Nyx headed over to the small circular hot tun, gingerly dipping her toe in there. While the water wasn't as hot as she was used to, it was certainly much better than the pool. She made a motion with her head for Michael to join, stepping into the hot tub and then sitting down. "Eating...cold water...what is next? Humans are just too weird." She added. She had never learned a lot about humans but what she was learning now...they were so strange. Nyx rubbed her shoulder, relaxing into the warm water. Her eyes slipped closed for a moment before opening up and looking to Michael. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-01-2016, 14:51:34</strong>
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				Was it possible for an angel to feel modest? He couldn't be sure, but while her eyes molested his body it was the only word that came to mind that seemed to fit what he was feeling. He swallowed hard and watched her saunter past him. Why was she doing this? She had the opportunity earlier but had given up so easily. Furrowing his brow when she vanished into the next room, Michael fidgeted uncomfortably like this, alone. It felt silly.<br><br>Happy she was back, he snatched the towel out of the air when it was tossed and nodded in agreement to follow. Letting her go first the angel wrapped the towel over his shoulders in a feeble attempt to cover part of himself. It hadn't really succeeded in anything beyond making him look shy – which in a sense, he was.<br><br>It wasn't new or uncommon to see mortal men fawning at Nyx as they passed, they all wanted some of that unnatural beauty. That seductive grace that came so naturally to her. The problem was that they were mortal men, they had been tempted by reptile and fruit. He was a creature of light, perfection, grace, elegance.. And yet there was no way that he could stop himself from noticing the gentle sway of Nyx's curves with ever casual step that she took. The way her body moved. The way she carried herself. It teased him. It threatened him again with thoughts impure and yet the more he allowed them to simmer the more lovely it sounded to indulge them.<br><br>Once inside the elevator Michael raised a brow and turned his head to his companion. “You think so?” He inquired, perhaps a little too eager. Shaking his head, he heaved a great sigh and flexed his hands in and out of tight little balls. “I don't know that I want to attract a lot of attention from women, or anyone. That isn't the point of all of this.”<br><br>Then again... What was the point of any of this? Blending in almost seemed silly, they should be spending their time looking for a way back. A way off this insignificant little rock, filled with equally insignificant little beings. Michael caught his own breath as he realized just what he had been thinking. He'd have never said anything like that before, let alone thought it. Truly his divinity was slipping away from him. Which brought up a unique philosophical question for him to ponder on. Without his divinity, was he really himself? Or simply some warped shadow of the great angel that had been.<br><br>This world was going to be his undoing.<br><br>As the pair made their way through the lobby he had to question how anyone got anything done in a world that was so jam packed. It had been like this on the street too. Thinking back much of the world seemed like this. Sure, there were small outlets here and there, but those were fading fast as the world grew and slowly managed to come together. A thousand years ago it wasn't like this. So it was relief that took to his face when finally they made it into the pool room and there was no one else. It'd be just the two of them. Just him and Nyx and her wet... shifting... Michael turned his head away and moved for an entirely different chair to toss his towel on.<br><br>He watched, almost jumped, as she exclaimed and freaked out about the pool being cold. He had to wonder what the difference between the two truly was, what with both being the same thing in general... Being submerged in water.<br><br>Following her to the hot tub, Michael did much like she had with the pool. He touched a toe to the hot water and waited while he attempted to diagnose the feeling. Deciding it ultimately to be not bad he slipped in across from the demoness and crossed his arms in front of himself. It was actually a reasonably good feeling, he admitted. Still he didn't plan to drift like she seemed to be.<br>“They're strange creatures indeed. But they seem to get by, in their own unique way.” He agreed.<br><br>Which left a distinct 'what now' in the air. Did they just sit here in this hot water, alone? That seemed pointless. And without other people to witness them being out and about, it defeated the purpose of actually going out and about. “Are... We supposed to do something here?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 20:21:03</strong>
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				Nyx had gone from simply exploring the upper circles of hell, to dropped onto Earth in a matter of an hour. It had to have been many hours since she first left and no doubt her mother would be looking for her. But would she find her soon or would Nyx first be brought to heaven? That part was unclear. Even how long they would be staying on earth was undefined. It seemed as though Michael had no definitive answer for why the portal messed up. An angel of his caliber shouldn't have mishaps like this...right? And the longer they stayed here, just what would become over them? Would they become more human? Would Michael become more corrupt? There was a multitude of questions to ponder. <br><br>"Have you ever studied them or interacted with them? I have only read about them in a few books but they were terribly limited on what was explained. Are they essentially a mixture of demons and angels or what?" Nyx questioned, wondering if he had any answers. She had always been full of questions and there had been some that her mother would never answer or gave her the runaround. It seemed as though her mother was only interested in teaching her the corrupt ways. Were other demons taught in different ways? <br><br>There was a nod of her head to his question about what they were supposed to do. "Yes, you sit here and relax. Talk to the other people around here. I am sure people have sex in these things as I think humans have found out literally every place they can have sex." She admitted casually. Sex still was such a simple topic to her. Pretty much since day one, she had been taught that sex was not a sin but more or less celebrated. <br><br>Nyx lifted her hand out of the water, examining it closely as if she was looking for something to be wrong. The water felt different here, somehow. She couldn't explain it, but the feeling on her skin was different than what she experienced in hell. "Will like... people be looking for us? I mean like if you don't show up or something, will other angels come looking for you?" She asked, posing yet another question to Michael. Would there be an all out war on Earth? Demons and Angels fighting to take back their own? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 18:00:44</strong>
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				“Our job is to watch. It has always been to watch. Interaction is difficult and frowned upon... There was a time before when it was different though. When we had the ability to manifest here temporarily without much difficulty. I'm told the eldest, and most powerful of my kin still have such abilities but it is no longer considered acceptable to employ.” Michael replied. Sighing he sunk himself into the water until it was level just under his chin, only exactly his head above the surface. Denying the effect that the hot water seemed to be having on his increasingly mortal body wasn't possible; it did feel good, he thought. It wasn't that best feeling he'd ever had, but it did rank further on the scale of nice – yet still pointless, he reasoned. “Humans are humans,” He said, not sure how to explain all of that. Hadn't she ever read the teachings of – no, he supposed that she hadn't, being a demon. “They were children of my father. A test. A test that was sabotaged by one of your own. They're as unique as you or I.”<br><br>Her next question though was harder – perhaps in some ways easier – to answer. “I imagine that there will be those who look for us, or rather, me, yes. And I would assume that there are those, your mother in particular who will be seeking you out. That doesn't change the situation though, they are on their side of the fence and we're in here. If they come to get us, they'll end up in the same situation we're in now. But they may monitor us if they can find us... And influence things how they can.”<br><br>Michael closed his eyes and began to think about how they were going to get out of this mess. At this point even if it meant letting Nyx go. He'd trade a prize capture for the ability to feel like himself again – there was an eternity to capture her, or others like her again, so long as he wasn't limited to this form. In a lot of ways this situation was worse for him then it was for her. Humans had become much like the demons – not exactly of course, but enough that for him to be here it was like falling, while for her it was more a matter of just blending it. This problem was complicated by the fact that Michael had never met another angel who had actually been to the earth realm, let alone gotten off of it. Where did he even begin? There were some easy, easy ways, sinful ways, that could be done. Sacrifice was an option, but the amount of souls needed to generate the power to open a rift was an unacceptable loss. He'd never be forgiven. Earth had magic of its own though, it just wasn't magic he was familiar with. So his conclusion had to be that they needed to find someone fluent with the energy of this world.<br><br>Where did one even start looking for such a thing? When his eyes opened they were on her, directly and he stared. He didn't catch himself doing it this time, he was lost in thoughts that related to her. Which brought thoughts of her creeping back to the edges of his mind. “We won't be able to do this alone, I don't believe.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 20:03:48</strong>
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				Nyx listened to his response, pondering on when all of these things changed for them. Again, her knowledge of certain topics were very limited. Earth was one of those subjects as her mother figured that she would never end up on earth ever. So much for that. "Why is interaction frowned upon? Is it the fact that they might have an effect on your kind or is it just that technically we are just a myth?" She questioned, half just asking herself. Nyx did know that angels and demons were considered mostly fiction upon earth and that no one would "truly" know until they passed on. Her bright eyes watched as he sunk further into the tub, seeming to enjoy the soothing heat on his body. Had he ever been inside of a hot tub before? At his comment about humans, she gave a shrug of her shoulders. Like <em>that</em> was helpful. But he seemed to elaborate when she rather blankly stared at him. "You cannot blame all for the actions of one. But I guess it would be curious to wonder what would have happened if one of my kind never intervened..." She replied, almost muttering the last part. It was certainly some food for thought. Something she had never even thought about. <br><br>"So they would only be able to watch? They would end up stuck here as well if they tried to come here?" She questioned. Was it just a fluke that they got stuck here or would every one simply get stuck here for now? Another thing would be... how would they find them? Nyx knew that portals were possible but she had never attempted one. Nor did she even know where to start on that front. Michael had regarded her as very powerful and if she was, Nyx had no idea how to use more than half of it. Her mother seemed to only train her on one thing, lust. Anything that stemmed from lust and sexual elements. <br><br>As much as the thought of being taken to heaven scared her, even if it had not fully set in yet, the fact of being alone on Earth scared her more. Of course, she would never admit it but it was there. Michael would be able to find his way out rather easily. But Nyx would be subjected to life on Earth and she wasn't sure it was a life she wanted to live. Especially if one was immortal. In the back of her mind, she did have a small part that nagged her. That told her that she could utterly corrupt Michael to a point of no return and that was <em>wrong</em>. Seducing and sleeping with another demon did not really do much. Both of them were demons after all. But for Michael? It would not be a fall from grace but a swift kick in the ass out of heaven. And while she was trained to do just that, there was that small part that told her not to. Where that part came from she had no idea. Her mother had explicitly talked to her and raised her without morals. Perhaps there was some good in her after all...<br><br>Nyx had gotten lost in her thoughts as well, having a mental argument with herself over what to do with Michael. Her eyes eventually drifted upwards, catching his gaze and realizing that he had been staring. Her eyebrows furrowed as he mentioned not being able to do it alone. "But who would be able to help us?" She questioned, slowly extending her right leg to stretch it before repeating with her left leg. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2016, 02:18:58</strong>
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				“It is mostly for that fact, yes. Humanity no longer regards us, what they call the supernatural, as a reality. They have forgotten a time when their prophets spoke right to us, when interaction was a thing that occurred frequently. When divine – or unholy – influence took place on the daily. In that way humanity has regressed to a point less developed then once they were... But they have come much further in other areas...” He said, motioning at the hotel pool room in general. “As time passed and humanity became less and less directly attached to us, there was less need for our constant interaction. Because of your predecessors actions, my father deemed the only way to see the test work properly was to allow them to do it themselves... And thus the formation of the two sides. The great division if you will.” This was becoming a great deal more philosophical then Michael had ever really imagined it being. Of course he couldn't expect her to know the truth of what had happened back then, but at the same time for her to be completely ignorant of it all had him a little... confused. If she truly hadn't been given a choice, educated on things, could she truly be held accountable for her position? If that had been the case were there others like that who had not been allowed to make a choice who could be saved?<br><br>“The one started a cascade. We do not blame all for the choices of one, but rather each for the choices that lead to the state of things now.” Maybe it was this creeping level of humanity, but for some reason the indifferent judgment of all beings seemed somewhat wrong – but it was still their way, and he knew it, or at least he had known it to be the right way. “In the old days it was easy because those who were judged were those who made the direct choice to become part of the problem... But not all denizens of hell are those any more. The fallen spawned others, twisted mortal souls into demons... Formed new creatures from the aether.” Michael sighed, waving his hand under the waters surface. This had to be why men weren't allowed to know of divines, their simple brains were just not meant to comprehend all of the truths of the universe.<br><br>Her question was a good one and unfortunately not on that he had a good answer too. How were they going to find someone who could help. A prophet maybe, they still existed but tracking one would be nearly impossible. They were hidden and kept secret, even he didn't know the location of any of the modern ones. There were mortals who didn't accept their reality and dabbled in arts beyond them... Perhaps if they could find a skilled one, with his guidance and aid they could be used to form a portal. Then again assuming a human alone could manifest such a powerful ability seemed unlikely. There were demons who existed on earth, and that would probably be the best option for them if it weren't for who they were. A demon would likely kill him and take Nyx hostage to use against Adria – two outcomes Michael was not keen on. The final option was a relic of old times that he could draw power from. If he could get his hand on something with enough of a charge, he could do it himself. How to track one of those down was a different story entirely. Maybe there were other angels like him who were trapped here; if two or three of them could combine their powers they could probably manage it. “I don't know.” He admitted, closing his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 00:03:43</strong>
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				If one were to ask all the ways a mortal could sin, Nyx knew it. Or perhaps about all of the circles of hell and which sins stayed in which circle. Nyx was well versed in anything pertaining to Hell and sins. Her Earth and Heaven knowledge was sparse at best. She had always been curious about many things but her mother quelled most curiosity and firmly explained it was nothing she needed to know. Her mother probably figured she would never need to know but some common knowledge would have helped. It left Nyx with the nagging need to explore and experience things she couldn't get the answers from a book. Supernatural... they seemed to be more real than other farfetched than things such as vampires and werewolves. Yet, humans would believe anything right? Nyx looked at her hand as if assessing if she was truly there. She gave a small nod of her head to his explanation of things. Yes, he knew much more than her. He was probably much older than her as well. She knew she was probably not the only one in her predicament. Ones who were dammed from their birth. But the likes of her were few and far between. Most demons or angels for that matter were not mortals who went to heaven or hell. So the possibility of demons similar to Nyx was there but the probability was closer to zero. <br><br>The more Michael explained, the more she listened. She was rather quiet as he explained each of her questions and concerns. He was willing to answer in ways that her mother had not wanted to. There was another nod of her head at the mention of fallen spawning others and the likes. She was a perfect example of such. Whether her mother was a pure demon or a mortal, she never knew. There was many things that Nyx learned not to ask her mother. She was trying to comprehend all of this as well, it was a lot of absorb in one sitting. She moved a hand up to her locks, brushing them away from her forehead and giving her scalp a light scratch. Perhaps there was no good without evil. There had to be both good and evil to balance things out. Solely good or evil could lead to issues. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why both existed. <br><br>Her eyes fell back onto his form at his last words. He didn't know. They were both at a loss of what to do here. Of who to call for help or how to even ask for it. A loss of how they would be able to fit in and for how long before something terrible happened. Nyx clenched her fists under the water, sharp red nails digging roughly into her palms. This feeling of nervousness and panic was not something she was used to. She was used to being fearless and confident. The fact that a day on Earth changed that so quickly freaked her out. What if, the more she stayed, the more fearful she became? There was a slight noise that rattled her thoughts, eyes darting towards the door where it opened. It was simply a hotel worker, his eyes cast down as he collected any spare towels that were left on chairs or loungers. Nyx unclenched her fist, bringing her palms to the surface. There was several half moon indents into her palm, the skin reddening in response. She let out a sigh, rolling her shoulders back as the worker soon disappeared and they were left alone again. "So we are pretty much alone to figure this out...correct?" She finally spoke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 06:43:17</strong>
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				Michael swished his hand beneath the surface of the water. His eyes following the ripples of the water as best they could; he felt so powerless here, as he realized how difficult it was to look at the whole picture at the same time. His eyes were forced to follow individual bits or miss details looking at the big picture. The noise behind him as the man came in to pick up the room signaled that he should, for the time being, remain quiet. Once the man had left, Michael lifted his hands from the water and placed them on the stone behind himself, pushing himself up. “I believe that we've spent enough time here. Let's go back to the room.” <br><br>Wasting very little time, mostly because he was wrapped in his own head, Michael wrapped a towel about himself and headed back for the room. Silent during the trip, he for once, paid little attention to how close Nyx stayed to him. Once at the room he let himself in and discarded the towel, leaving himself only the question of which of the two beds he was going to take. Ultimately he opted for the one that had not been involved in her earlier... actions. He tugged the blankets down and rolled over onto the mattress. He was not looking forward to his first night of sleeping, but the stress, worry, and general drain of the day he could feel was getting the better of him.<br><br>“We'll figure it out tomorrow.” He all but grunted, rolling away towards the wall so he could lose himself in his own mind.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br>Early to rise, Michael was awake before the sun ever crested this side of the world. Quietly he had shifted from the bed to the floor and rose; much like he had anticipated, sleeping had not been a particularly pleasing experience. It had left him sore, he'd clearly done it wrong. His neck ached. His arms tingled. His eyes felt heavy and swollen. All but dragging himself across the room towards the large window, that he carefully parted the curtains to look out. The city was so much different at this hour. It was just before people were going to start spilling into the streets to resume their daily routines. <br><br>There was no good answer to their predicament. He felt worse today then he had yesterday, more drained, his power further diminished. At least now it felt like it had balanced out, he was where he was going to be for good so long as he was here. There wasn't enough left to really do anything. One hand balled at his side, while the other grasped at the glass. His forehead leaned into it and his breath fogged it. “I don't know what to do, father.” He murmured to himself.<br><br>All he needed was a sign.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Mystery</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 05:46:46</strong>
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				Her eyes looked to him as he got out of the water, explaining that they had spent enough time there. Perhaps he just wasn't used to relaxing or wasn't fond of water. Whatever the reason, she gave a simple shrug of her shoulders and moved over to push herself out of hot tub. She grabbed her towel and dried off her body before wrapping it around her body. It was rather good timing considering a family with kids came rushing in, along with another set of guys. Nyx made sure to look at the men as she passed them, earning more than a few looks from them and one almost falling into the pool. She laughed to herself at how easily these men got distracted by her. <br><br>The trip to the room was rather quiet, both of them seeming to be lost in their thoughts. She stayed close to him, following him back to the room. Once inside, she placed her towel onto a hook and tousled her slightly wet hair. Michael quickly took to one of the beds, climbing in and settling in for the night. She dried her hair a bit before waving a hand over her body. She changed into a black silk nightie, a little more conservative than normal. It hit about her mid thigh and the cups covered most of her breasts. While it did cling to her form, she really could have done a whole lot worse. She gave almost a roll of her eyes at his mention and took the other bed. She clicked off the lights, pulling the sheets back. The room was awfully cold and she was used to things being rather hot. Furrowing her eyebrows, she piled the covers over her form and settled in for the night. <br><br><div align="center">~~~~</div><br>As the morning came around, Nyx was still asleep as Michael got up. She wasn't sure if all demons slept a long time but she certainly did. And she was very cranky if she was woken up before she wanted to be up. There was some rustling that pierced her sleep, the new sunlight filtering in. The sun had just broken over the horizon and the room was no longer pitch black. There was a groan from her as she flipped towards the wall, trying to get away from the light. <br><br>"What the fuck are you doing up so early? I swear if you do not close that window, I am going to hurt you." She muttered rather coherently, almost hissing her threats. She was not a morning person at all and it was going to prove to be difficult between her and Michael. At this point, she was very angry and was sure that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep. With a loud groan, she tossed off the covers and rubbed her chilled arms. "Are all angels such freaking early people? I mean seriously." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes and stalking over to Michael. The frown on her face and the almost glowing eyes seemed to really bring home the fact that she was not happy at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting An Angel (Beautiful Mystery &amp; Wispyr) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 00:08:48</strong>
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				Nyx's complaining was not the sign that he had wanted. Until she had actually made her way over to him he didn't bother to give her a response. He didn't make eye contact though, actually he didn't even peel his eyes from outside as she made her way over. “We don't sleep,” He replied.<br><br>Michael found it difficult to reason the way that he had before. They hadn't even been in this world for a full rotation yet and already he could feel how disconnected from his grace that he was. It was a feeling of emptiness, of sadness that he could not shake. These mortal needs were foreign and displeasing – and for the first time he felt the pang of regret, something before he couldn't have felt. Regret that he did what he did, for if he didn't hunt, he would not be trapped here now. He could be home, his home, enjoying the serenity of that place. His eyes glossed and for a moment it looked like the angel might cry, but he steeled himself from it.<br><br>From the experience they had yesterday he was keenly aware that beyond manipulating the humans there was little chance Nyx was going to be of much helping in getting out of this most unfortunate situation. Leaving it all to him, and it was a problem because even he didn't really know what to do. Somewhere there had to be a sanctuary, truly consecrated ground. Maybe there he could gather enough energy to commune with the other side. “We need to find a sanctuary,” He murmured, finally turning his attention to Nyx. <br><br>His eyes met her and his throat moved with a heavy swallow. Conservative or not, what she was wearing was tempting his new mortal desires more then he cared to admit. “You should change.” He confirmed, abruptly turning away from her and walking back towards the bed he had claimed for himself. If he could not naturally resist temptation, then he would steel his will and ignore it. He would not allow himself to succumb to mere flesh. “A church, or a mosque, or some other holy site. It can't be just any building though. I need a space that is truly blessed, consecrated by the divine. It was be consecrated ground.” He called across the room for her.<br><br>He went about changing himself this time too, back into the same outfit he had chosen when they first arrived. If it worked then there was no need to change it now. The white tee with a foreign band logo and faded blue jeans with crappy sneakers. It wasn't creative, but it wouldn't draw attention either. “Maybe there I can commune with my brothers and sisters and find a way out of this place.”
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