Damned Bondings (Open)

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OoC: Just need some demons, angels, and humans. Humans may or may not have powers, your choice.



Backstory: In only a few years after the year 2010, humans had a leap in evolution. Many developed psychic and psionic powers and others enhanced senses. Most humans aren't that powerful but some have incredible gifts.

To make sure that the humans are kept in check, demons and angels were sent to police the mortals. Sometimes friction between the three would spark a riot or a small panic every now and then, but there had been some relative peace.

There had been one rule that they had to follow: No breeding between any of the three groups. The child and parents would be forced to death if it happens.

Many have taken this rule, called the Law, to heart by avoiding the other groups entirely while some fear the consequences. Others have desired to break the Law, but have yet to find someone they think suitable.



IC: He had sat at the bar for the entire day, drinking out of boredom. His dark blue scales glittered in the dim light, giving off a soft glow around the room. His fifth shot of vodka and he still wasn't getting anywear near drunk. "Damned mortals, not even a suitable ale for a water demon." He muttered, glancing around the bar with his violet-red eyes.

Scaron had been on Earth for a couple years now, ever since the first demons and angels arrived to watch over the humans with their new powers. Personally, he was quite impressed with them all. Sure, most were weak, but showed potential to become great, but he still feared the Law greatly.

Another shot and he still wasn't feeling fuzzy in the head. "Bah, I've been drinking for too long." He growled. A small fish was put in front of him. "Oh, now I get my food." Scaron complained, starting to dig into the aquatic animal.

After a few minutes of eating, he took another shot and turned on his stool to look at the crowd starting to gather. He watched, mostly disinterested, hoping for some excitement to happen. It had been a while since he'd been in a fight.
 
Abigail's wings fluttered as she descended slowly from the sky. She'd been out on patrol for the last few hours, making sure nothing got out of hands with the humans. Lucky for her there were rarely any break outs and when there were she didn't have to take care of it. She followed the Law and the rules, but weren't always so great at enforcing them. Landing in front of a random bar, the younger angel figured she'd end the patrol here. Drinking wasn't necessarily what she was there for, but rather to make sure everything was cool and maybe relax a little.

Her white feathery appendages folded with a slight gust of wind, as he delicate yet booted feet landed without a sound. That was the great thing about being an angel. There was so much grace in every moment, with every single thing they did. Entering the bar, her blueish-gray eyes glanced around casually taking in nothing of interest as she moved to a booth off to the side of the room. Her appearance was normal for her kind. Her kind being a sort of 'guardian' angel. She was not assigned one specific human, but more so an area to watch and this bar happened to be within it.

The angel's boots reached about mid-calf and a pair of brown fitting pants covered her lower torso, a light blue shirt covering her upper torso. It was sort of V-necked, showing off only the tiniest bit of cleavage, not even enough to really be called such. Her long brunette hair was pulled back into a pony tail as she sat down. A small crowd was beginning to gather in the middle of the room. Something seemed to be going down and she was curious as to what it was, of course. A few humans seemed to be gathering. A bar fight maybe?
 
He grinned at the gathering humans. Even with many having powers, some mundanes decided to start some shit. It amused Scaron greatly. When the angel walked in he frowned a bit, running his claws down his snout. They tended to break up fights like these. Scaron sighed, wrapping his tail around his left leg. Angel, demon, or human, if they were female he had an instinct to protect them. Damned instincts, never fucking easy to control. He growled to himself, getting up from his stool.
 
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Frowning, the angel realized a fight was about to break out. One of the humans looked pissed, another flat out drunk and barely able to stand. Abigail wasn't looking forward to getting involved but she saw no one else. Well, a water demon had been sitting not far off. Looking toward the stool, she noticed he was now on his feet. Abigail like most angels wasn't too fond of demons. They seemed to make things harder for them.

She stood as well, just in time to see one of the humans throw a punch. Sighing Abigail made her way over simply stepping into the eye of the crowd. "Boys. Boys! Stop," she shouted, attempting to separate them. Another human swung barely missing her and the guy she was holding back. Using her powers wasn't out of the question but she only used them in emergencies in places such as this.
 
His eyes flashed in anger when the human tried attacking the angel. Quickly, Scaron had rushed forward, grabbed the humans arm, and yanked it back. He heard a pop and the human yelled in pain. Scaron had pulled the arm back too far and broke the humans elbow.

He grunted as the drunkard tried running out. "Humans need to limit how much they drink." He said, heading back to the bar.
 
Fang

Fang sat on one of the stools of the bar and scowled. He was a demon and had leathery batwings and a devil tail but, he was a winged demon, but apart from that resembled a human. He was lightly tanned and looked latin american, with black hair and dark brown eyes. He hated the way in which do-gooder angel's interfered with humans, whats more he was enjoying the fight and didn't want it to be broken up. As the angel glared at him, he stood up and smiled back at her. He bit his lip but then grinned "I've always had an attraction to angels..." and started fading into nothing, turning invisible. creepinbg behind the surprised angel, careful not to touch anyone, espeicially Scaron, he caressed Abilgail's tits from behind, lowering the v-neck slightly....
 
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She sat in one corner of the bar, actually it looked secluded from the rest. But she sat in front of a small table, her elbows rested upon it as she watched the goings on with an expressionless face.

Adara was human, yes.. one of the lowly regarded ones. The thought always did bring a smile to her lips, for she would have had it no other way. She thought herself good-looking enough, didn't really have confidence problems. Nothing much stood out of her 5 5" frame and long black hair tied up in a pony tail, but her eyes; They were the palest of green.

Why don't you carry yourself like your sister does? She is classy, lady-like, barely speaks. That is precisely what I wasted my time and money for! But no.. you just won't budge will you? Good luck in finding a husband, nobody will ever want you!

She laughed in her mother's face, not out of spite, but because she just couldn't help herself. The woman loved her, but had way too much expectations for the black-sheep of the squeaky clean family.

As her thoughts wandered, a man who looked to be in his early twenties sat in front of her. Inviting himself.. cocky bastard. "So what's a pretty thing like you doing by yourself amidst this mess? I have the perfect spot for us..where we can talk.. " He flashed her a dazzling smile, and she returned it - though hers didn't quite reach her eyes which were slowly bleeding to a darker shade.

She gave him no warning; merely watched silently as his body tensed just before he doubled over with a gasp... hands clutching at his crotch.

{ooc: Hope it's ok that I just jumped in like this, if I need to do else, please let me know}
 
OoC: Oh no, it's perfect. We just need a lot more people.

IC: Scaron's nose twitched a bit. He smelt the other male demon, but just grinned. Angel's were such prudes after all, he couldn't but help feel like he could laugh. Especially since she was being groped by an invisible demon, which made it all the funnier.
 
Matthias

Matthias was a human, a psykeeper, one of those who kept the peace between the humans and the other races. He had mud brown eyes, and brown hair and was quite tall. He was arrgoant and felt himself God's gift to women.

Spotting a pretty girl by the bar, who looked just his type, he walked over to her and gave her a dazzling smile

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing by yourself amidst this mess? I have the perfect spot for us..where we can talk.. "

He felt the pain as she kneed him in the crotch...

"You bloody Slut, Trollop..."

As he winced in pain...

"What the fuck did you have to do that for?" he asked staring up at her.
 
She watched him wince and call her names. Pursing her lips she sat up and smiled slowly. "It was more impulse than anything else, but... if you call me all but my name again I may put a little more thought into the next, and you'd hate me for it. We wouldn't want all that happening now would we?"

Her tone wasn't threatening, not stern, just matter-of-factly. Adara had always given a hard time to the over-confident types; for some reason, they always seemed to bump heads. Used to having her way she was, no rules, no obligations, just her word. And yes, it was a bratty way of seeing the world, but damn it she hated having no choice, or did she?

The man in front of her was good looking enough, but if he thought his looks alone would suffice then he wouldn't last.
 
Matthias

Matthias grimaced at the defiant figure in front of him. He was a pure sexist, thinking women were just toys and pushovers, well... his sense of the world was being challenged in a way that made him uncomfartable but infatuated at the same time, who would have thought it?

The girl in front of him exuded sexual attraction and it hurt him to admit it, he was ashamed of his action before and wanted to repent to her to make his conscience clear. Well either that or he wanted to fuck her. Real bad. At any rate he was attracted to her.

He blushed as he got an erection and hoped she wouldn't notice. What was with him, she was pretty but not the tastiest chick he'd ever seen, why couldn't he get a grip?

"Bloody hell...I've just been kicked in the balls but I'm still head over heels about this stranger..." he muttered.

He looked up into her eyes and blushing closed his eyes, but wished he hadn't, as soon as he closed his eyes he could just picture her fine ass which sent made him pant thickly. Taking a moment to recollect himself he said:

"Sorry about my insults, it was tactless of me and also about the cheap chat up line" He laughed "But you didn't have to hit me that hard, how about you help me up?"
 
Abigail was throughly pissed that one of the humans dare swing at her. People these days. To swing at an angel. The nerve. Out of no where it seemed a water demon came to her aid, grabbing the humans arm, breaking it. How very odd that was. Since when did any demon choose to help out an angel? Her eyes followed him to the bar debating whether or not to thank him when she spotted another demon watching her.

He was a winged demon, his leathery wings made that perfectly obvious, and he didn't look too happy she'd interfered with the fight. But she could care less about him well until he stood up. Her delicate ears caught his words and her eyes widened seeing him vanish. Great, first she had to break up a fight, now she had to deal with this?

Suddenly she felt hands on her breasts and her shirt began to lower more than it had been. Abigail bit her lip and pulled away not really knowing where he was. "Show yourself you, urchin" she growled horrified he had the nerve to touch her. Her delicate face was blushed ever so slightly, embarrassed that for a moment his touch had caused her nipples to harden ever so slightly. How disgusting. How could she have a reaction to that? It was not only sick but forbidden.
 
Scaron watched, grinning widely. He scratched his stomach out of slight boredom, but wanted to see how this went. The bartender asked for money for the meal and drinks, but Scaron snorted at him. "I keep the peace so your kind doesn't get killed." He growled, making the man leave him without asking again.
 
Still feeling eyes on her, the angel jerked her head to see the water demon grinning widely at the site. Demons. They were all the same. Thank God for the law and the ability to defend yourself. They were sick and disgusting creatures always lustful and violent. She'd have to watch her step though. She was still small, a young angel, looking about 18 in human years. Taking on two demons would be difficult. One was enough.

Abigail still shot him a look that told him to mind his own business, already disregarding his earlier save. He was probably just trying to find some way to manipulate her later. She didn't think the human would hit her though he swung but he could have and now she sort of owed him. Still she wanted nothing to do with any demon.
 
Fang

Fang smiled. This Angel was such a hothead and a prude but she was soooo sexy, from what he could feel of her, her breasts were perfect and Fang was dying to find out if the rest of her body was too.

"Don't lie Angel I know your enjoying this...."he whispered to her, as he massaged her tits harder, stimulating her, smiling as he felt her nipples hardening.
 
Scaron sighed. "I'm bored of this now." He stated, summoning a ball of hard water and sending it right to Fang. Sure, watching angels get flusted and such was fun, but his instincts to protect finally managed to surface again. Scaron also needed a fight, since humans were no fun and neither were angels.
 
Fang

Fang got blasted back by Scaron and winked in existence. He smiled casually but was fumming inside:

"Well fishboy fancy going for a little swim?" he asked as he grabbed Scaron by the neck, slamming him headfirst into an oaken barrel carrying wine.

Fang used his taiol to taste a little wine smiling, he then growled as he heard the bartender approaching.

"Piss off, I'm not as gentle as Scaron and I'll rip your head off if you interfere"
 
Her attempt to move away from the unseen demon was in vain. He was smart enough to move as she did his hands still working over her bosom. Abigail fought to hide her bodies reactions. You would think an angel had the control to do so but it seemed the younger of them hadn't as much control as the older angels. Grimacing she bit her lip at his whisper, but then felt a splash of water.

It didn't hit her head on, so she assumed it was aimed at the other demon, signaling to her he was behind him. In an instant she extended her wings with enough force to knock the demon backward and off of her.

Abigail watched as he reappeared grabbing the water demon by the neck. She had half the mind to stop them but figured it would be best to watch for now.
 
He chuckled, using the wine to form shards and sent them to Fang. "Fishboy? You just lowered my intellect with that." He said, grabbing Fang's tail and cutting into it with his claws. "Now, why don't you just leave before I cut you open?"
 
Fang

Fang smiled mockingly as he withdrew his tail sharply. He smiled at the angel, winking at her, turning back he looked at Scaron and smiled:

"Im bored Scaron, you just ruined my fun, but hey I'm a good guy" Fang said

"I don't want to waste anymore food or drink inside this bar, why not step outside and continue?"

With that he hovered towards the door, beckoning Scaron, much to the relief of the bartender.
 
He stood up and cracked his neck. "It has been a while since I had a good fight." Scaron said, looking around with a smug grin. "Sorry for the damages. Eh, not really."

He walked outside toward Fang. "I hope you're ready for an ass beating." He growled. "You shouldn't touch a lady unless invited to do so."
 
Riza sat perched on a branch of a tree that overlooked the small village. Her eyes looked over them all, the humans and angels and demon's scurrying about in the town below. A soft, long sigh passed her lips as she sat there in shadow. A gust of wind blew up, and as this happened, her wings twitched lightly, unfolding from behind her back to wrap around her slender figure. Her legs slid to her chest as she continued to watch. It had been a while since she had last ventured this far out, and into society once more. She let a soft growel issue from her throat as she let another sigh pass her lips, rising to stand on the branch.

Another breeze picked up, and a smile cracked along her mostly emotionless visage, her eyes closing as she leaned into the wind. Her dark, long, raven black hair fanned out in the wind around her, the ends licking at her skin as she spread her arms out to the side. She yearned for the wind to be on her skin once more. The leaves on the trees shook gently in the wind, a russtling sound filling the air about her as she stood there.

She let her arms drop to her sides once more, her skin catching the feeling of the silk corset she wore. She then crouched, jumping from her perch to land near silently on the ground. So were the perks of being a demon.

(OOC: is this alright?)
 
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