Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)
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				Title: <strong>Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 04:29:16</strong>
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				It isn't clear how it happened.&nbsp; One minute, there were thousands of wings all around, and the next, there were only two, spiraling from the night sky in the inexorable grip of gravity.&nbsp; The landing was hard - painful to one who had never experienced pain - but that pain was fleeting compared to the sudden solitude.&nbsp; Snowy white pinions closed around slender limbs as concepts such as 'weather' and 'cold' suddenly took on gritty reality.&nbsp; <br><br>A chill autumn rain was pattering down from clouds that had somehow gone from white and underfoot to nearly black and far above.&nbsp; Vassago's wings curved into an attempt at shelter, but something more permanent would have to be found, and soon.&nbsp; Bare feet stumbled on ground that was too hard as the angel moved towards a shadow that seemed more solid than the rest of the darkness.&nbsp; Even the air seemed heavy, tugging at the arched wings in a way that hinted that flight would be impossible.<br><br>Stone walls loomed out of the rain, and Vassago felt along them until a gate swung open under light pressure.&nbsp; Letters were carved into the gateway, briefly illuminated in a flash of lightning:&nbsp; Nightshade Academy.&nbsp; As the angel stepped through, the path was abruptly smoother - a carefully maintained path instead of tangles and rocks.&nbsp; There was a shed not far from the gate, and while it was no nest of clouds, it was dry and sheltered from the wind.&nbsp; Letters were painted on the door of the shed, briefly illuminated in a flash of lightning:&nbsp; 'Maintenance - Property of Nightshade Academy'.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:27:21</strong>
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				The world is a big, random place. Yeah, angels love to say that "everything happens for a reason", but the arrogant fuckers only say that 'cause they're too busy up in the clouds to do anything about it. Chadan looked up at the darkening clouds furiously, kicking a stone underneath him as he walked. The wind blew through his long, curly ebony hair in response, making threatening growls of thunder at him to no avail. Of course it would rain the first day of high school. He had been waiting for this chance to get out of Hell ever since the summer vacation started. If things did happen for a reason, that reason must be to make him as miserable as possible.<br><br>The first drops of rain came down as the large stone school came into view, along with the various students filtering in as well. Ghosts, demons, zombies, fairies, vampires, all sorts of young Nightmares-in-training came to Nightshade High, the only place of its kind. From the distance, he could spot the other Lust demons hanging out together, talking happily. Like him, they had tiny horms curling from the sides of their head, and their eyes were completely coal black. Unlike him, though, they were tall, sleek, and graceful, turning heads wherever they went. Oh, it wasn't that he was ugly, not at all. Well...he was short. Just hit five feet at the end of the year when he turned 17, where most Lusts his age were already getting to six. No one new why, but it annoyed Chadan, so the other Lusts constantly made references whenever he was in earshot.<br><br>By the time he got to the school itself, the rain was beginning to pound down upon them, and the students began to seek shelter within the school's halls immediately. Chadan pondered whether he really wanted to go inside, for he loved running around in the rain getting soaked. A strong stroke of lightning certainly made a convincing arguement, and he went in with the rest of the Nightmares, trying to blend in and avoid the attention of the others, grumbling to himself irritatedly. This was either going to end up the same way it did last year, or get even worse.<br><br>((OOC: Sorry if the quality became kinda crap toward the end. Got tired as I was writing.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 08:39:26</strong>
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				By the time that the rain stopped, Vassago had done a lot of thinking.&nbsp; This was obviously not Heaven, but getting back to Heaven didn't seem possible.&nbsp; This place was strange.&nbsp; There was too much to learn in order to cope with it.&nbsp; Again, the wings curled until the angel looked more like a mound of feathers than a living being.<br><br>It was the sunlight filtering through the leaves that made the decision.&nbsp; Of all the colors that Heaven had, green was the one that was in shortest supply.&nbsp; Even red made more of an appearance in the colors of the sun.&nbsp; Vassago was curious about the green, and stepped out into the gardens.&nbsp; There was an orderly nature to them that was appealing to the angel - something that should be easy enough to maintain.&nbsp; <br><br>Something that would likely be overlooked by the other beings that obviously made this place their home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 00:50:15</strong>
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				((BOOM SHAKA LAKA LAKA!! REVIVAL POST, GO!!))<br><br>By the time the first set of classes were done Chadan had gotten 16 short comments, 3 tiny penis jokes, and more snickers behind his back from his fellow Lusts than he could count. He practically stormed the hallways, sending glares and anyone whosoever looked at him funny, utterly furious. High schoolers were supposed to be more mature than their younger counterparts. So much for that myth. His anger fluttered out into more irritation and disappointment, coal eyes drifting away to the windows, where the storm had cleared up. <br><br>The next set of classes were going to start soon, but he found himself utterly unwilling to go to them. So, he wandered, getting to know his surroundings. The building itself was gothic in design, with many points and dark corners to hide in. It was almost comically over the top for him, the whole school focused so much on this "creatures of the night" business that sometimes he found it sickening. Everything was so fake... Slowly, the students filtered out into their respective classes, making it harder and harder to sneak around, and he had no intention of getting caught. He spotted one of the janitors scouring the hallways for ditchers like him, and ducked out the first door he could see.<br><br>Then, he was suddenly surrounded by green, assaulted by all manners of bright colors. Once his eyes settled down and adjusted to the light attack, he was amazed by what his sight took in. A garden, gorgeous and full of life, right besides the gloomy halls of the school. It was such a rapid twist from the situation he was just in that at first he thought he must be dreaming. Slipped on something and fell on his head. He reached over to pinch himself to be sure, and when the pained confirmed that he was in fact wide awake, he whistled.<br><br>"They sure didn't mention this in the pamphlet," he said more to himself.<br><br>He wandered for a bit, not daring to touch any of the plants, until he saw something else completely unexpected...an angel. Completely frozen in his steps, his maw gaped open as he beheld the light's beauty, and again the thought that he had somehow stepped into a dream raced through his mind, causing him to pinch himself again. Say something, anything you fool! Alas, his words completely abandoned him in his time of need, leaving him as an awestruck demon. Heaven hadn't been involved with the school for years, and this was his first time ever seeing one of the light's warriors. Such beauty...he felt something dark stir within him, urges he had long sense given up on indulging. Say something!<br><br>"What the hell are you doing here?"<br><br>Smooth, Chadan, really smooth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:14:30</strong>
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				Naturally, not all of the plants were benign beauties.&nbsp; The potion makers needed someplace to grown their belladonna, aconite, and foxglove, along with more exotic toxins and hallucinogens.&nbsp; And so, the Nightshade Academy had installed the seemingly incongruous garden.&nbsp; This was where Vassago had spent the night, and this was where the angel had now been discovered.&nbsp; At the confrontation, one broad wing came up as a shield from the - demon?<br><br>After the initial reflex, Vassago lowered that shield and peered at Chadan with eyes the color of a cloudless sky.&nbsp; Yes, that was a demon.&nbsp; It wasn't so much that the other's appearance was 'typical', but there was a certain vibration that set Infernals apart from Divines or Mortals.&nbsp; It was the closest that the angel had ever been to a demon, even in the recent skirmishes.<br><br>"I didn't realize this place was claimed," Vassago replied, in a voice that gave no clue to the body beneath the gleaming white robes.&nbsp; The Academy was not <em>purely</em> Infernal, in fact, although the number of Mortals was a definite minority.&nbsp; Ages ago, there had even been Divines that attended, back in the days of Righteous Wrath.&nbsp; <br><br>There was an awkward silence for a few heartbeats.&nbsp; Was the demon alone?&nbsp; Was he going to call others of his kind?&nbsp; Or was Vassago expected to take him on without Divine backup?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 13:36:51</strong>
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				In the past, it was said over and over again that the Divine and the Infernal would never get along. That they would fight each other at any chance they got until the end of the world. How easy would it be to continue that dynamic? Chadan knew this could be his chance to gain favor with the other Lusts. Pick on a Divine so that they'd leave him alone, at least until it was dead. His hand curled into a tight fist, his coal eyes sharp and calculating, the magic within calling for blood. It was a siren's song to him, one promising instant relief from his own torment. So easy...it was almost too simple.<br><br>His fist unclenched, and his gaze softened. A lone Divine means there might be more of them. Walking up to the other male cautiously, he reached out a hand, using his peripheral vision to watch out for others, his senses more alive then they had ever been in a while. Although he was still expecting a fight, tension and suspense rushing through him was invigorating, and addicting. He planned to test the waters with this one before making his move, ready for anything.<br><br>"Welcome," he said smoothly, allowing none of his voice to betray his thoughts, "Are you lost, little angel?" He smirked. "Want to go home, afraid of the big bad dark?"<br><br>Everything now rested on the angel's reply, the many desires whispering in his ear would whittle away into just one, and he was going to act on it.<br><br>((OOC: Very, very sorry for the delay! Forgive the Lycan?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 03:45:12</strong>
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				Deception wasn't part of Vassago's nature - or indeed, <em>any</em> Divine's nature.&nbsp; Even when questioned by an Infernal, the angel could only reply honestly.&nbsp; Perhaps an angel more experienced with the lower regions could have couched the answer in some cryptic, but still truthful manner, but Vassago's duties had never extended to the Mortal realm.<br><br>"Lost - yes."&nbsp; The second question was less precise.&nbsp; Should it come down to combat, Vassago didn't imagine that this one demon would be something to fear - although a larger number of demons would likely overwhelm even the strongest solitary archangel, given enough time.&nbsp; It also appeared that this demon was not of the higher ranks, which would be another concerning factor.&nbsp; Just as an archangel could dismiss a lower class of demon with a wing-gust, an archdemon could do the same for a lower level of angel.<br><br>"I aspire to return home - but I see no reason to fear..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:54:04</strong>
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				Chadan was ready to royally fuck with this little angel's head. He waited for a response eagerly, and...wait, what? He blinked a few times, taken completely aback by how up front and honest he was about the situation. No prideful defiance? No warnings, no threats? His mind scrambled to say something, take advantage, and then there was the little mention of nothing to fear. Instantly, he snapped back into the mentality from before, although he found that there was no more real desire to actually hurt the angel. Just...teach him what there was to fear in the dark. He gave a deep laugh...as deep as he could get it, seeing as he wasn't a fully grown demon yet, and took a few steps closer, lowering his hand and keeping his head high.<br><br>"Oh, there is so much to fear, my little lost one," he said, stopping right next to the Divine. Though he had all of the advantages here, a little voice in Chadan's head said that he couldn't possibly be that threatening to a servant of heaven when he had to look up at him while he spoke. Yes, he was short, but that didn't mean he was harmless, damn it!<br><br>Speaking of which....<br><br>Disaster was coming Chadan's way, and it came in the form of an old, familiar group, headed by the leader of the Lusts from his grade, Sayil. He spotted them coming into the garden in the background, right behind the angel he was trying to intimidate. If the others spotted the situation as it stood now, he faced the possibility of more humiliation than he could ever possibly bear. In a flash, he reached out for the angel, grabbing whatever he could and trying to pull him down to meet him at eye level. His dark eyes flashed dangerously, and he spoke under his breath, dropping the facade and speaking quickly, seriously, never taking his eyes off the Divine.<br><br>"You listen and you listen good. There are other demons coming right now. If you want to live, then you'd better do exactly what I fucking say and bow to me. Otherwise, I'll make you bow, but it'll be a lot more painful and a lot more bloody. Do it now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 07:08:06</strong>
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				It was the unexpectedness of the tug that brought Vassago's head down near Chadan's.&nbsp; Ordinarily, it would have resulted in a struggle, which could have gone either way.&nbsp; This time, though, the hissed words gave a reason to hold back from that natural reaction.<br><br><em>Bow down?</em>&nbsp; An angel was only supposed to bow to God Himself.&nbsp; Respect was given to angels of higher ranks, but not to the extent of genuflection.&nbsp; The situation was a bit more complicated here than in heaven, though.&nbsp; A group of demons - and the Infernal hadn't said how many, but even two more would be enough to potentially be a problem to a lone Divine of Vassago's rank.<br><br>Returning to heaven required survival, and a group of demons could inflict severe damage that could take years to heal enough to allow flight.&nbsp; Vassago made the only decision that came to mind.&nbsp; Chadan would abruptly find himself looking slightly down on the angel's golden hair.&nbsp; There was also a strange ripple in the energy currents that swirled around the garden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 20:41:51</strong>
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				His mind was scrambling for answers, and getting none fast. Think, think, think! No way would this crazy plan work, the angel would never bow. He held his face still through the confusion in his mind, his eyes searching around for an exit, a way to run and hide. All of that was blown by the wayside, however, when he saw the angel go down, the voice within him purring at the thought of the angel's submission. If this was going to work, though, he needed to think fast and regain his mental composure. Acting only on instinct, he grabbed a handful of the Divine's golden locks, yanking his head up so that the two were once again staring into each other's eyes. He paused, taken aback by the innocent beauty before him, and reacted without really knowing what he was doing.<br><br>"So where is the ru-" began Sayil, who had been chatted animatedly with his friends when they finally laid their eyes on the garden. All three of them felt their jaws drop, completely shocked by what they were witnessing. Chadan, the most pathetic runt any of them had ever seen, forcefully kissing an angel, who was kneeling in a submissive position to the Infernal. Angels themselves were highly prized slaves, but one of the rarest ones to get, as most would rather die than ever submit to a demon. None of them, Sayil especially, could truly believe what they were seeing, and the leader had a sneaking suspicion that something was up.<br><br>Chadan, meanwhile, found himself absorbed by the angel's lips, the warmth that his cold heart had craved for so long. That little voice turned into a large roar, and he wanted nothing more than to completely and totally own this light. Although he was overwhelmed, he was not blinded, and sensed the other demons gaping at him. Reluctantly, he broke away from the kiss to stare at them with a proud smirk. He was also completely unaware that his horns had grown out and back to be about six inches long, and that the tiny tail usually poking out of his back had elongated, and was swishing back and forth in a catlike manner. All he felt was power, and the urge to use it, to drive away any competition.<br><br>"Back off," he growled, noticing that his voice sounded deeper, more menacing than before, "This one is mine, and if I ever catch you trying to take him from me, I will tear you limb from limb, and make you wish that you had never crawled out of Hell."<br><br>That was all it took, as Sayil's two croonies ran off without a second glance. The leader paused, completely unsure what to make of the situation, and though not entirely terrified, scared enough that he left without question. When they were gone, Chadan's attention returned to the angel, taking in a few deep breaths before he spoke.<br><br>"Get up. You have a lot of explaining to do. What the hell are you doing here in the first place, and is this school going to be attacked by more of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 21:51:34</strong>
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				Vassago was taken completely by surprise by the kiss, feeling the sear of the Infernal's lips almost like a brand.&nbsp; Indeed, that heat seemed to go right out to every feather-tip.&nbsp; By the time the two broke, it was as if a fine mist of tint had been left on each formerly-snowy pinion.&nbsp; Crystal-blue eyes blinked as Chadan proudly declared his ownership.<br><br><em>This one.&nbsp; I - am his?</em>&nbsp; That hadn't been part of the plan that Vassago had been aware of - not that the 'plan' had been particularly thought-out.<br><br>"I am here because it was raining," he said.&nbsp; "I was separated from my flight, and needed shelter."&nbsp; A sudden uncertainty colored the angel's expression.&nbsp; <em>Would</em> the others come searching?&nbsp; Did they even know that one of their own had been lost?&nbsp; None had entered the lower realms since Vassago - at least, none in the immediate area...
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				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 00:13:12</strong>
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				No matter how he looked at it, Chadan was continually baffled by the blatant honesty of the angel. Divines were supposed to be arrogant, aloof, and flat out hard to deal with. This was practically so easy, the demon thought that it might be some kind of dream. Before he could answer, he pinched himself just to be sure, and when the pain confirmed that he was indeed wide awake, his power high began to fade, horns and tail shrinking slowly. Instead, a part of him was ready to start panicking, wondering what the hell possessed him to make such a stupid statement. He bit his lower lip, staring at the angel intently as he tried to figure out some kind of plan. That kiss was nice, he wondered if he'd be able to get away with it again...focus!!<br><br>"Okay," he said, placing a hand on the angel's shoulder, "I told them that you were mine so they wouldn't try to capture you themselves. I don't want this to become another turf war for our kind. Now they all think that I've somehow managed to catch the rarest kind of slave and tame one, and it's gonna spread through the school like wildfire." He dared to scan the area once, to make sure no one had shown up yet, and continued, "You're lost, and have no one else to turn to. If you pretend to be my slave, and do everything I say, you'll live, and once you find a way back to wherever you came from, you'll be able to go."<br><br>Was he? Waiting for the angel's answer, that dark part of him moved his mind, making his horns and tail grow back a little. Demons never keep their promise, even him. Besides, if he manages to break this one and make him a real slave, then the little Divine won't want to go home anyway. He let none of his deeper thoughts, his instinctual desires, show through, as he know the angel would never accept if he figured it all out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 07:42:22</strong>
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				<em>Slave.</em>&nbsp; The word didn't sit right with Vassago.&nbsp; "You - lied to them," the angel said.&nbsp; "So that - they would not - attack me?"&nbsp; Technically, by not contradicting that assumption, Vassago had continued that lie - but hadn't it been for a greater good?&nbsp; The conflict showed as a light furrowing of that innocent brow, as the angel tried to think of what might be involved with accepting the offer.<br><br>"I will not do Infernal work," came the cautious response.&nbsp; "I will - hide myself - in this manner, as long as you do not think to have me lead a Mortal astray."&nbsp; It seemed like the safest way to proceed - after Chadan's declaration, it would be risky to be seen alone, but Vassago was not about to betray the doctrine of the Divine.
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				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 21:24:03</strong>
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				What great evil deed did he do to deserve such a gift? Chadan felt the power return to him in a rush, already addicted to the taste. The others would be coming soon; he could almost hear the sound of the coming stampede. If he was going to solidify this rumor into fact, he needed to act fast. Magical energy crackled in his hands, dark bolts of energy shooting out and dissolving into the garden air. The spell was flashy, but simple, and the first spell all Lusts learned as soon as they were of age. He reached, his coal eyes shining with excitement - this was his first time actually using it to claim another. Reaching out to the angel, caressing the Divine's face gently. At first he spoke softly, acutely aware of the world around him, and their dwindling time alone together.<br><br>"I promise I will not force you to break your code, and you will be free to go your own way when the path home has been found. In return, you will do what I say as your master without question. Do not worry, I'll protect you." The spell was almost ready, and a crowd of Nightmares had gathered around, teachers and students alike gaping in awe. He let his voice boom out, living what he thought was the greatest moment of his life.<br><br><em>"By the darkness I bind thee into my servitude. Thou shalt be mine onto eternity, until I deem thee to be free. Serve onto me loyally, for we are now one."</em><br><br>A wave of magic burst forth, and the energy around his hands became a single rope, binding itself around the angel's neck and his right wrist. He turned slowly, his eyes glowing with a dark flame. His horns curled out, nearly eight inches long, and his devil pronged tail was nearly a foot long. Clothes had vanished, revealing his slim, well built chest and arms. As for his lower body, from the waist down had transformed into goat's legs, the fur a shadowy black, and the grass around his hooves scorched. Time held perfectly still for Chadan, completely absorbed in the aftermath of the spell, and the shocked look on everyone's faces. Only one or two Lusts in a generation ever transformed when they gave in to their darkest desires, but no one in a thousand years ever did to the extent that Chadan had...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:45:21</strong>
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				No one was more shocked than Vassago.&nbsp; Playing a part was one thing, but this?&nbsp; It was too late to counter or evade the spell, and a wash of energy suddenly obscured the scene.&nbsp; Feathered wings beat the air for a moment, and the angel's free hand went to the throat-cord.<br><br>"What - have you done?"<br><br>The words were hoarse, pitched low enough that only Chadan would hear them, and for the first time, there was genuine fear in the angel's eyes.&nbsp; Vassago could feel a strange tingling all over as the spell took its full effect.
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				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 18:43:08</strong>
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				In his heart, he was deathly afraid, wondering how things got so out of control so quickly, though another part of him was extremely pleased with the situation. A slave, his first ever slave...and an angel, nonetheless! The endless possibilities were streaming through his mind, but first he had to get through the day. Chadan held his head high, staring at the group of awestruck Nightmares, when he heard the angel's harsh words. He could not show weakness now, and did not look over to him, but whispered his words, hoping to calm the angel and keep him in line. Sure, the spell was complete, although the demon was completely unsure what would happen if the Divine decided to rebel.<br><br>"I did what was necessary," he replied stiffly, "if I didn't perform that spell, people would doubt me, and some might try to use it on you to take you away from me. We have a lot of work ahead of us, so if you want to get through the day in one piece, do as I say and walk with me. Obey me."<br><br>He then walked toward the group, heading straight for the teacher. Ironically enough, it was his Advanced Spellcasting teacher, whose class he had skipped when this whole mess happened. The classroom was right next to the garden, so that much magical energy must have drawn them all out along with Sayil's gang deciding to blab their mouths. Taking a deep breath, he addressed his teacher proudly, ignoring the students.<br><br>"My apologies for skipping your class," he began, "as you can see, I have been busy. What did I miss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 04:57:30</strong>
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				Following Chadan wasn't optional.&nbsp; The energy cord made sure of that.&nbsp; Vassago was still understandably nervous as they approached the crowd of mostly-Infernals.&nbsp; There were a few mortals in the group, but those posed little danger to a Divine, even with the forbidden knowledge they had gained.<br><br>From out of the crowd, a tall, slim Lust demon spoke up.&nbsp; "We've been learning what to do <em>after</em> binding a slave.&nbsp; Maybe you shouldn't have cut class."&nbsp; There was a ripple of laughter as some of the others convinced themselves that - while Chadan had just showed all of them up with his binding, there was no way that the shorter Lust demon could keep the angel.<br><br>Vassago said nothing, although fluffed feathers revealed exactly how uneasy the Divine was around so many Infernals.&nbsp; Even the angel's porcelain skin seemed to pale as the crowd of students jockeyed for a better view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 21:59:46</strong>
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				Chadan's face burned with embarrassment and indignation at all the laughter, quickly losing the rush from before, shrinking back into his shy, angry self. Even with everything he had done, it still wasn't enough, and he was being ridiculed nonetheless. It was in his frustration that he remembered he had the magical leash in his hand, and it was bound to an angel. He gave it a small tug, enjoying being able to make the Divine feel as helpless as he did. His eyes flickered over to the teacher, waiting to see some kind of reaction to the whole scenario, something to confirm that he didn't royally screw this up.<br><br>Professor Ashgar only gave his usual mysterious smile in return. The human was a warlock, a magician who could bind demons to do his own bidding. Ironically enough, mostly demons attended his class, although they were the sentient kind, the kind the old man was not allowed to bind. In his mind, he was calculating how much time was left before they had to go to their next class. Looking around the group, he held his hand in the air, silencing his students, and walked over to examine the angel. He reached out to place a hand on the feathery wings, giving the angel a full check for any kind of damage. If this was a new binding, there should be signs of struggle....<br><br>"Actually Chadan," Ashgar says as he continues his examination, "You've given us the perfect opportunity to show the class everything I've been talking about today." He glanced over, completely expecting the shocked look on the short demon's face. Turning around to meet eyes with the rest of the class, he continues, "You see, Chadan here is either extremely lucky or extremely skilled. No signs of damage means that you can get to training right away, instead of having to waste the effort bringing the newly captured slave back into a healthy state."<br><br>The professor points to the energy leash, and says, "It's always important to keep them on this leash for the first few weeks, as those are the most important point in the bond between master and slave. After a while it becomes unnecessary, but there are some who feel that by dispelling the leash they give the slave some power, and give it hope that it might be able to successfully rebel."<br><br>Chadan was listening to his every word, gripping the leash tightly. The agreement was made, but what would happen if the angel rebelled? He bit his lower lip, not wanting to think about the possibility and it ending with his gruesome death. Part of him wanted the professor to back away from his new toy, yet the other knew it was the warlock who was saving his ass. However, he twiched noticeably when the old man looked at his angel directly, and asked the Divine a question the Infernal hadn't even thought of throughout this whole mess....<br><br>"So, what is your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 09:50:15</strong>
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				"Vassago," the angel replied, glancing briefly at Chadan with a worried expression.&nbsp; Had that mysterious smile meant that Professor Ashgar was aware of the fact that the binding was one of convenience - or did it mean that he knew something that the angel <em>didn't</em> know?<br><br>The talk about 'training a slave' didn't make the Divine feel any better.<br><br>"Now - there are other ways to make a binding," Ashgar said.&nbsp; "Can anyone name one of the others?"<br><br>Answers flew.&nbsp; "Blood-bonds," said one student.&nbsp; "Ownership brands," said another, leering at Vassago.&nbsp; "Magic rings?" suggested one in the back.<br><br>"Very good," the professor said.&nbsp; "But one word of warning on that last one.&nbsp; While it is perfectly possible for a sorcerer to bind a spirit to a ring, the spirit is bound to serve the owner of the ring - not the creator of it.&nbsp; It would be very foolish to create such an artifact and allow it to fall into another's hands."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:57:06</strong>
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				((*weaves her necromantic magic over the thread*))<br><br>Chadan tried paying attention, he really did, but his mind and eyes drifted back to the taller, beautiful prey in his capture, and the words of the professor faded away into background noise. He barely noticed when the clock tolled the new hour, forcing the garden party to go their separate ways. Giving a small tug to the leash, he lead them through the darkness once more, into the crowds and stares. Only this time, it was much different from the morning jeers. An odd silence fell upon the large halls, with hushed whispers following them wherever they went. Demon, undead, shifter, most students had never seen a Divine before; this occurrence both fascinated and frightened them. Regardless, Chadan still hated the sensation, the prickling of his skin as he felt (in his mind) thousands of eyes following him around all day. He wanted to be invisible, wanted to take his new pet away from all this so they could be alone...<br><br>And as the daze of the school day finally came to a close, he surprisingly found himself at the end of what felt like an eternity. Everyone continued to watch him as he walked his angel down the road, turning into the shadow trails and vanishing. To new travelers, the dark forests were hauntingly quiet, and the Infernal twisted and turned through the trees on instinct, without any direct path to guide him. Home wasn't that far off, a nice little shack coming into view now. Chadan had asked for an empty dorm, and had just the luck to get one. He opened the door, bringing them both inside to the dim firelight, and closed it behind them.<br><br>He then turned around, eying the angel with a smile. "Thank the devil we made it!" He giggled a little, still not daring to believe it. Pausing, his smile changed to a smirk, as he watched Vassago, curious. "Slave," he ordered, completely unsure if it would work, "Strip out of those clothes for me." There was so much more he wanted, but he was being patient, trying his boundaries before he pushed the angel too far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 09:18:19</strong>
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				The command rippled in the air, but most of all, it surged along the energy leash.&nbsp; Vassago stared at the smaller demon in confusion as the words registered.<br><br>"Strip - off - ?"&nbsp; The life of an angel was not one where clothing was of great concern - it was simply <em>there</em>, and it was always there.&nbsp; It wasn't a part of them, by any means, but there was never a need to do anything with it:&nbsp; There was no dirt in heaven, no sweat, no blood.&nbsp; Even in the battles with the Infernals, there was no bleeding.&nbsp; A slain Divine shattered into pure light.<br><br>So it was that Vassago made awkward progress in unwinding the white robes from around his shoulders and wings.&nbsp; When the cloth fell to the floor, it was nearly luminous against its surroundings, almost as if it was absorbing the light of the fire.&nbsp; The robes were even whiter than the wings that now curled loosely around the angel's body, tips crossing halfway between knee and hip.<br><br>That was when another strangeness about angels was revealed.&nbsp; Vassago's body was not defined in the way that male and female demons were.&nbsp; The vee where the angel's thighs joined the body showed a vague hint at <em>something</em>, but not enough to say clearly which gender best applied.&nbsp; Another oddity was the expression in those sky-blue eyes.&nbsp; There was curiosity - such a request had never been made by the Creator.&nbsp; There was some distrust - Infernals tended to bring that out in most Divines.&nbsp; There was also a bit of reluctance - following an Infernal's orders wasn't in the angel's nature, but the leash compelled it.&nbsp; Strangely, though, there was no hint of embarrassment on Vassago's face about being nude.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycan Queen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 22:12:32</strong>
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				Right before Chadan's eyes, the robes from the Divine fell, leaving him to stare. He knew in his head that Vassago was bound to him and had to obey, but just seeing it before him was so surreal. Slowly, a new world of possibilities opened up before him, and although a bit nervous, he decided that now was a better time than any to take it. Walking around the Divine in a small circle, he made sure to inspect every little inch of the luscious body body before him, planning just what he wanted to do. He smirked as he stole a look at the naughtier bits, only to freeze as he realized there was nothing there! With close, the angel certainly did look like a handsome guy... were all angels eunuchs? <br><br>"Hey Vassago," he said, unable to take his eyes off the curious site, "do angels have... erm... genetalia? I mean..." He flushed a bit in embarrassment, the surprise of it all had scrambled his thoughts a little. "I don't really know that much about your kind... no one does really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Drifting Down (Oniya and Lycan Queen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 09:19:38</strong>
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				Vassago's head cocked to one side.&nbsp; Obviously, this wasn't a topic that came up every day among Divines.<br><br>"Genitalia - Mortals use those to procreate," the angel said, as if remembering a lesson.&nbsp; "Angels come from the Creator."&nbsp; That was what all angels were told, and none of them had any reason to consider any other source.<br><br>"Do Infernals not arise in the same way?"&nbsp; The question came out of the blue.&nbsp; Vassago had noticed that Infernals seemed to come in the same variety as Mortals, but it was only now that it made any sort of sense.
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