Hell on Earth: A Demonic Romance (IC)

[Kuuroinochou]

HELL ON EARTH: A DEMONIC ROMANCE
Recruitment Thread​

Rain... the most soothing of sounds when present on a day such as this. Nothing special about it. Just a normal day like any other. A lone figure trudged through the droplets of water books in one hand, umbrella in the other. It was suppose to be a routine day, go to school run home, change and then trudge off to work.

However, how was she suppose to know that today would be the beginning of a new life for her. Serenity Williams stood in confusion as she looked down upon the strange figure before her. He was a man by any standard of the word, simply slouched as if tired underneath the light post.

Due to the rain the day was quite dark and growing darker still from the late hour of five o'clock. The sun was surely setting on the other side of those clouds. Serenity stood before the lone figure a soft pout to her lips as she kneeled before him on her hunches allowing her umbrella to hover over him to stop the relentless pelting of the rain.

"Sir?" she called to him, his head hanging low as if he were already lost from this world. "Sir are you okay?"

There was slight movement, the man before her looking up with peircing eyes. Serenity swallowed the nervously as she prodded further. "Sir? Do you need me to call some one for you. Its pouring out here, you could catch the death of cold."

The man didn't seem to listen to her only moving enough to stand to his feet. She looked up at him and only just then noticed his hand covering his abdomen. "Are you okay? You..." she trailed off as she noted the spot he'd been sitting in drowned in red. Blood?

Standing fully in alarm her books and umbrella forgotten, Serenity rushed forward in just enough time to steady the mysterious stranger who staggered in his failed departure. "I'll take you home..." she said.

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That was four weeks ago. Dante hadn't left, under his grand declaration he proclaimed her small apartment his new home. She could barely protest let alone send him out on his ass with no place to go.

Even after inquiring many times before he failed to tell her what the cause of his wound had been. He had seemed vague about his complete existence. Even avoiding his name for at least a weak before she pounced on him with merciless tickling fingers that got him to laugh it out. She had a thought to do it again if he didnt' start coughing up some proper information.

And then her best friend had come over and found this strange man living with her. She didn't like him anymore than he liked her. They boht argued enough but it often made her giggle cause they argued over the stupids things. His annoyance with the television, cat and Melody herself. And Melody's obvious jealousy that she'd be replaced if Dante weren't kicked to the curb. To Melody she didn't like the fact that Dante could so easily move in without consideration for Serenity's expenses. She was even more concerned for Serenity's inability to think.

It didn't look right taking in some strange man, albiet sexy and oft times cool, he just wasn't like a cat or dog you let into your home cause it followed you. Something he had done... after trying to help him that day he'd simply said he could follow and had done just that before collasping in her living room; bleeding half to death. It was only by the grace of God that he hadn't died, the wound was far more than her knowledge of injuries but he'd healed at a rapid pace and that had peeked her curiosity.

More for not who he was but what was he? "Dante... you've been living here for two weeks now. I think I have a right to know who you are and I'm not talking about your name. You were running from something, weren't you? Those wounds you had they should have killed you and yet in less then a week you're bouncing around here eating me out of house and home with nothing to show for it but your name... stop avoiding me." she sighed as she flicked through the channels on her small colorless television. Her pet cat came into the room mewling as she sat in her lap. Petting the little critter she turned off the tv and turned glaring at Dante's brooding form that was sitting in the corner of the room; on the floor no less staring out windows of her balcony. "Dante? What's going on? Who are you?"

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Chicago, also known as “the windy city”, was a haven for darkness. Kindred, Lycanthrope, and Mages alike filled the ranks of legions of the underworld while demons were scattered. Virgil, upon his returning to earth; four weeks after the near death of Dante, returned to The Brimstone. The Brimstone was a demon-run night club that had surpassed the Succubus Club vastly, thus gaining an edge over the majority of the underworld. Bass beat, bodies swayed, and drinks were served, just as any night club would run. In the upper levels that stacked high into the air, many VIP’s of the city had private rooms, but the one that was near the center (over looking the dance floor as well as the second bar level) was lavished the most. This was where business was talked and decisions were made. Virgil stood in front of the window, beaming down at the entourages of people that mingled and danced. No music played in the room because of the sound-cancelling windows, and it was serene for the most part.

Then came the abrupt sound of a buzz, “Sir, Polyumther is here to report,” then Virgil turned, laying a gloved finger onto the button, “Send him up.” Remaining bent over the desk, he ran his fingers through his wavy hair, looking to the door. Though he tried to hide it, it was apparent that he was anxious to hear the news. Slacks cushioned him when he sat down in the swivel chair, hands folded over one another on top of an uplifted knee. Lounging back with his heel raised onto a desk, he looked towards the door when it slid open.

Stepping through the doorway a man dressed in a business suit approached the desk, stopping and placing two fingers onto his forehead and bowing(the demonic salute). “Commander, Dante is no where to be seen since you last encountered him. I’ve also heard rumors that the Angelic Order has sent out their scouts, the only assumption I can think of is to find him as well, but what they want with him I don’t know.”

“Stop,” Virgil said, raising a finger to silence him while he spoke, “So you’re telling me that Dante’s being hunted by the Angelic Order as well, right?”

“Yes, sir.” replied the liege.

“Very well, go on,” Virgil responded, waving for the man to continue. It was apparent that he lacked any form of business semantics.

“Also, our puppet’s been doing fine with the media; no one suspects any abnormalities in our ownership your Demonship, and that is it.”

Standing then, Virgil slipped from the desk back to the window, “Then go and continue to search, I want word of them...” he started and then cut off, grinning widely and then pivoting to face him. “Actually, send this message out to all demons. We’re having a masquerade ball in Chicago at The Brimstone. Elaborate and lavish it with details. Now go and do as I asked and keep with your duties.” Virgil stood in the room, brow furrowing as he watched the man leave the room.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Sluuuuurp*
"Owie-!" Clara slapped a hand to her forehead, whincing at the terrible pain that filled her head. Glaring down at the frozen drink, she gave a grumble, tossing it aside. Stupid thing. What was the point of a drink if it made your head hurt?! That ringing noise wasn't helping any either!
"Clara! You gonna get that car out there or what?!," the manager shouted as the bell rang again, signalling a car out front.
"Car. Right." She jumped off the metal stool, rushing outside and grabbing the nozzle. "Regular?," She asked, the guy in the chevy just nodding in response as he handed her a 20. As the pump started, she looked up towards the apartment building across the way.
Serenity lived up there... Clara had been watching her for a few weeks now. Ever since the elders told her about an incident... What exactly it was, she hadn't been told- just that she was to watch Serenity for anything 'odd'.
...Everything seemed 'odd' to Clara...
"HEY!!! I gave you a frickin' 20, not a 50!! Stop!!"
"Hwah?!" Clara looked behind her, giving a soft yelp as the meter kicked past 48 dollars. "Oh no! I'm sorry! I didn't- ahhh...."
"I'm not payin' for that." The guy glared at her.
Clara shook her head. "No, it was my fault... I'll cover it.. I'm sorry."
The guy just laughed as he started his car. "Free gas? I ain't complainin', kid."
She frowned as he took off, Clara bringing the bill to her boss, just to be yelled at again. She was terrible at keeping track of the pumps. He sent her home early, telling her that she was being docked the whole day to make up for the loss.

 

[Furion9]

Belial

"My lord, another ten thousand souls have entered our realm and are being sorted as we speak. Those suitable for combat and those for pleasure will be sent for training immediately."

"Master, another Legion has been deemed combat ready, bringing the total number to..."

Belial gave a dark, knowing grin from his seat, a throne in itself, as he listened to the reports from his lieutenants. The centuries-old war with Heaven had escalated dramatically over the past decade, but there is, as always, a constant flow of new recruits to fill the Legions of Hell...His Legions...

However, the Angels were getting bolder with each passing day, not to mention the incessant rumors of a renegade army under the command of Virgil. Belial rises to his full height, the tips of his wings and horns nearly scratching the ten-foot ceiling of his imposing war room.

"That's enough for now. I will speak with my brother..."

"The king has not yet returned from the surface, my Lord"

"What? When did he go?"

"Two days ago, General."

"Without his retinue?"

"No, my Lord"

"Send out scouts. We must find him immediately and return him to the throne!"

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Three weeks of fruitless searching was wearing on Belial's nerves as he paced back and forth in his private quarters. He'd had enough, and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He strode out of his dwelling, paying no heed to his collection of pleasure slaves pleading for his attention from their cages. He gathered his lieutenants and gave them their orders before making the ascent with a small unit of his elite guards.

Assuming his human form as he appears on the same street where the last traces of Dante were found (where Dante and Serenity met), Belial takes a slow look around the area as his retinue fades silently into the surrounding shadows...

"Where are you...little brother..."

 

[gagonthis]

Dante stumbled backwards, cringing in pain as his lifeblood escaped down his side. He drew his pistols and fired, his shots missing his cousin wide but hitting two of his minions, the crackle of lightning illuminating the night sky as the two imps screamed loudly and exploded. "Fu....fuck.. you Virgil!" He yelled as his cousin surged forward sword raised at hte ready.

Dante was very confused. He had fled hell a few weeks back, thinking he had gotten away with no problems. Thus it was to his incredible annoyance when his cousin had shown up with a whole legion of soldiers searching for him. He figured Virgil was there to force him to return to the throne, but Dante had no wish to return. Thus is came as a huge surprise when Virgil assaulted him, ripping his side open with the legandary sword Secace. Dante was weakened as his essence dripped out onto the ground, but had managed to stave off the assault of his cousin for his long.. decimating his legions. Now he could feel his power waning and knew it was time to make his escape. He charged forward, holstering his pistols and drawing Ifritian to strike at the nearest demon. A gout of flame engulfed the creature, sucking its soul from its body. As the power flooded him he turned and dived into the nearest shadow, focusing his power to emerge from a similiar shadow on the human world.

He staggered down the street, looking for anything familiar. His mind was reeling he had no idea where he was or if his cousin could track his movement through the shadow plane. He groaned as he collapsed under a streetlamp grabbing the base for support. He heard a yell from what seemed a mile away, his eyelids barely working, he was close to death, only a miracle would allow him to hang on through the night. He blacked out, awakening in what appeared to be someone's home, stretched out on the couch, his side bandaged.... the woman had claimed he had simply followed her home.. That had been two weeks ago

His wound had been long in healing, even for his demonic blood. Secace was no minor artifact, and as such the wound should have killed Dante, and likely would have had he not had the powers of the Burning Kingdom on his side. He healed slowly, refusing to reveal anything about himself to the girl, Serenity who had taken him in. She and her friend had nursed him back to health, though her friend seemed more inclined on getting him healthy to hustle him out than to actual further his wellbeing. Her friend was annoying at best, and Dante continually had to resist the urge to harvest her soul as his plaything as time went by. He was afraid that his cousin would come for him again... why had his cousin tried to kill him? Was he attempting to make his own play for the throne? Did Belial know and was he connected? These thoughts plagued Dante's mind as he healed.

He turned to look at Serenity as she questioned him, his eyes meeting hers, his gaze boring through her head. "Yes I am running. I am running from my responbilities, I am running from my family. I have a lot to be running from, something that a person like you couldn't possibly understand...." He turned away from her gazing back out the window.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Serenity sighed coming to sit next to Dante. She petted her cat the little thing mewling as she peeked from a huddled position in her owner's arms. Serenity also peeked up at Dante pouting at him for being so mean. "Well how am I suppose to understand when you keep me in the dark about everything." she huffed, then bumped her shoulder into his. "If you are being chased its not fair to expect to stay with me and not tell me what's going on. Its even more impolite to drag your troubles onto my doorstep. What if they come around here guns blazing?" she questioned.

The humans had no real clue about the angels and demons that roamed the world therefore lived their lives as peacefully as they could manage. All the supernatural occurances in the world covered up and explained away by various means. Serenity still had no clue that she was harboring a demon in her own home, no less the demon king of hell. She didn't even know that her father was an angel nor that she were being watched by other angels. Just an oblivious girl living in the world. The only thing she did know were the countless lost souls, ghouls and ghosts that came to her doorstep, only warded off by tailsmens that she used daily. Not much of a problem for demons like Dante they still could bug the hell out of one, sad to say she had quite a few all over her home just to stop the 'visions'.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Clara sighed, opening the door to the little efficency apartment she had in Serenity's building. Hey, they had told her to stay close and watch her. She didn't think she could get any closer without Serenity thinking something was up.

Part of her just wanted to flat off tell her. I'm an angel. Here to keep an eye on you, because you're the messiah. That would go over quite well, wouldn't it?

Flopping onto the foldout cot she called her bed, she closed her eyes, channeling her thoughts in with the Angelic Order. *She hasn't come out her apartment in a few days. I've been watching for awhile now. There seems to be someone else in there with her. I don't recognize him at all. Something about him, though... frightens me. He doesn't set well at all. I wish I could get in closer, but I don't want to alarm her. I'll see what happens in college tomorrow.*

 

[gagonthis]

Dante frowned, considering telling her everything there was to tell. Hell she wouldn't believe him if he did and probably would just get upset at him for lying to her or think he was one of those whacked-out junkies they had up here. But there was the chance she'd believe him and that could cause him no ends of trouble. "Look, I am running from something, but you'll just have to trust me that it is nothing you need to concern yourself about. I swear to you that none of the trouble following me will come to your doorstep. I know this for truth." So it was a lie? Big whoop, he was the King of Hell for God's sake... if he couldn't lie convincingly who could? Truth was he probably could have moved on by now, but for some reason he felt as though this girl would be important, as if he needed to stay around her. Something about her struck a chord within Dante, as if a voice were telling him he would be lost if he left her..

Besides, she wasn't half-bad looking and Dante thought it would be fun to make it with a human again.. He hadn't been with one since that disaster the humans called the 80s, plus he still wasn't completely healed and figured he couldn't make any true moves until the wound he had taken from his cousin's sword had healed. He frowned again as he thought about that, he needed to find out what was going on. His family was mean spirited, spiteful, and well just plain evil, but no one had ever tried to kill Dante in plain sight like that... something must be going down.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Serenity jumped to her feet the thumb of her cat being tossed unceremoniously to the floor the only warning of her annoyance. "Fine!" she said storming off to the kitchen. "If you don't want to tell me anything..." she trailed off. For a while she tinkered around in the kitchen for a bit, the fridge opening, cabinents opening, a bit of glass jingling here and there, silverware and then a ruffle of a paper bag.

Dumping the paperbag on the floor in front of him she glared. "That's all I could make you in such a hurry and with limited food supply. I'm a poor college student barely living on minimum wage, its taken its toll on my living expense with you living here. If you can't be up front with me and tell me EVERYTHING then I can't let you stay here. Take the food and get out!" she said storming off to her room.

She was gone for a short while before returning, a gun in hand and aim at him. "I'll finish the job someone failed to do if you try anything funny..." Though her shakey hands belied her inability to kill. Maybe a few warning shots or something, she didn't think she could get to her phone fast enough to call the cops and even if she did they wouldn't be here fast enough to help. "Go, Dante! I don't want to see you again..."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova

Clara sighed, opening the door to the little efficency apartment she had in Serenity's building. Hey, they had told her to stay close and watch her. She didn't think she could get any closer without Serenity thinking something was up.

Part of her just wanted to flat off tell her. I'm an angel. Here to keep an eye on you, because you're the messiah. That would go over quite well, wouldn't it?

Flopping onto the foldout cot she called her bed, she closed her eyes, channeling her thoughts in with the Angelic Order. *She hasn't come out her apartment in a few days. I've been watching for awhile now. There seems to be someone else in there with her. I don't recognize him at all. Something about him, though... frightens me. He doesn't set well at all. I wish I could get in closer, but I don't want to alarm her. I'll see what happens in college tomorrow.*

"And clear!"

With a sigh, Zed Nova adjusted his glasses on his face as he stood to his feet. After broadcasting he always had the urge to make sure his glasses where situated properly. The damn lights in the studio were bright and quite hot, but thankfully his control of divine flames allowed him to control the temperature in his body.

During the day he was known as anchorman Zed Nova, any other time he was the lead of the Angelic Order, Bossanova the Angel of Order. Sighing he could hear Clara speaking and walked off the set trying to drown out the chatter of his work with what Clara was saying

*Understood.* Cutting her loose for now he dealt with the issues of his current job at hand. Within the hour he was well on his way home, though home wasn't where he needed to be. He made a detour heading for Clara's, this talk about another man being in the apartment with the messiah didn't sound kosher, in fact it sounded dangerous. He pulled up with a scretch and rather than get out of his car and go up the elevator he simply materialised with use of his divine flame, floating softly as he appeared.

"You say someone's in there with her?" He repeated with as sigh. He stood before her as a human, his suit from work earlier his choice of clothing, though he allowed his one wing to breath as it flexed behind him. He walked silently to the door but did not open it letting his hand rest on it as he waited. Flames came to life licking at the door but not burning... "Something evil... I cannot pin-point it but my flames know. Lets not blow our cover, she is still fine her lifesigns are intact. We'll keep watch but if anything goes amiss we act." He said turning to Clara, she always smelled of gas, and oddly enticing scent but it made his head hurt after a while. "You look upset...did you get yelled at again?" he questioned.

 

[gagonthis]

"Look, I'd like nothing else than to get out of this craphole you call an apartment, but if I leave without being completely healed there's a good chance I'd just end up back here, wounded all over again, or worse, dead." He glared at her as she stomped off into the kitchen, returning with a bag of food. "What's the deal..." He was about to say, trailing off as she went on her angry rant. He growled angrily as she stomped out again. She wanted him out, well he wasn't going anywhere. He'd been safe here for four weeks and he wasn't about to just head back out into the dangerous wild without being at full strength. Despite the rapidness of his wounds healing he could tell his reserves were still greatly drained. He wasn't going anywhere.

His eyes widened as she came out, gun pointed at him. He laughed slightly as she took aim at him, threatening him. The gun wouldn't do any actual harm to him. Human weapons were almost useless against a full fledged demon. He also knew she was too big a coward, sorry make that pacifist, to shoot him. So he rose slowly, walking towards her with deliberate steps. "Do it then.... if you have what it takes. Pull the trigger! PULL THE TRIGGER!!" He yelled as he stepped forward, chest pressed against the barrel of the gun.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

She squeaked sharply at his booming voice, eyes closed and a bang ranged out between them. At the sudden sound she opened her eyes wide with surprise as she saw the bullet hole, blood was pouring out and she just about fainted on the spot but suddenly the hole was closing the blood stopped flowing.

Still wide eyed if not more, tears streamed from her eyes as she slid to the floor tossing the gun aside. She only had it in hopes of scarying guys like him away but what do you do when they double dare you? "Dante? I don't understand..." she whimpered between hiccups as she looked up to him with scared brown eyes. "Please who... what are you? What's going on?"

 

[gagonthis]

He swore when she pulled the trigger. Holy shit! She actually shot him. Well... he had misjudged that one a bit. It stung like a bitch, but the pain quickly went away as the wound healed up. Hmmm there was a lingering pain, usually only associated with... his eyes widened as he looked at Serenity. No, she couldn't be.... could she? He frowned but her questions brought him back to reality.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you I were an alien from the planet Krypton would you?" He asked weakly. "No probably not. Suffice to say I'm something that many of your modern day clergymen would call an abomination to the Lord and something scientists would say do not exist..."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"Oro?" she quirked a brow at him not completely putting it together. Why did he have to be so vague. She stood to her feet checking the spot where she shot him. A hole in his shirt but not through his skin... she brushed her hand over it again then walked behind him to see that the bullet had gone straight through.

She squeaked again running off to her room and returning with a box. She pushed Dante to her couch as he feel back she easily jumped him and opened the box as she set it on his chest. In it was some weird paper parchment that she held up and began chanting. Words hardly native to her tongue but effective enough. "I'll help you with your ailment..." she said figuring it was the work of her little ghost issue. Or the work of the devil for such a strange occurance and how right she was on that last assumption.

 

[gagonthis]

Dante wasn't particulary surprised when she ran off. There weren't too many reactions available to a human female when they shot someone through the chest only to have him shake it off like it was no big thing. What did surprise him was when she reemerged from the other room and particulary tackled him, dragging out an aged parchment from a shoebox, reciting strange words.... very few things in this plane could harm him. Particulary powerful magic could banish him back below, a fate he wouldn't enjoy, but it would take a truly divine power to kill him, and he knew this girl was incapable of such feats. But he couldn't take the chance that she actually knew one of the rituals that could banish him. His eyes blazed with fire and the parchment burst into flames, slowing burning away. "Holy cow! What happened there?!" He asked innocently. "Your home is full of strangeness!"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"Ah! My tailsmen..." she whinned then dug into her box for another but found them burning away as well. "Oh no...they're all burning." she cried jumping up. Turning to Dante she glared, "Did you do that?" she questioned. None of her tailsmens had burned on impulse like that something was amiss. Sitting back down on him she just glared at him for a moment with a slight pout.

"Alright lets say I do belive this hogwash about demons and such... what would you say to my constant visits by gobblins, ghouls and lost souls?" she cautiously asked. Turning away she slipped off him huddling up on the couch. "I see strange things all the time. When I don't have my tailsmans with me, I see all kinds of strange things. Like this one time a girl came up to me but she was covered in blood and I could tell she was hurting..." she sighe closing her eyes to remember. "It hurt to see her in so much pain so I went to her. I hugged her despite what I saw and she disappeared into then air." For a moment it was silent after that then she turned her head eyeing him. "So... why would a something like that happen?"

 

[Furion9]

Belial quickly strode down the darkened street, his armored boots making gentle klaks against the pavement with every step as he sought to find a stronger trace of Dante to follow.

Out of the corner of his eye, Belial caught the movements of a hooded figure following him. A dark grin crossed his features as he saw through the disguise immediately, the faint angelic aura surrounding the figure clear as day to the Demonlord.

Belial couldnt help but chuckle as the figure pulled his hood back, revealing a young, handsome face with platinum-blonde hair..

"The Angelic Order must be getting desperate to recruit one as young andfoolish as yourself. Do you know who I am...?"

"It makes no difference, demon!" the angel countered defiantly. "I've tracked you since your arrival and 'tis I who shall banish you back into the abyss!"

With that, the angel pulled his cloak away completely, appearing in its full, immaculate glory, his sword and armor sparkling gold and his robes and wings white as the purest of snow. Belial gave a snort of contempt and slowly draws his runesword Naberus, the blade seems to draw and absorb all traces of light and warmth around it.

Undaunted, the angel charges, righteous might burning in his eyes. Belial dodges the initial blow and counterattacks, the full force of his swing brought to bear against the shield of the angel, knocking its wielder back and rendering his arm numb. The shield, blessed in the forges of heaven, shatters. Belial chuckles as he steps through the shadows to materialize behind the stunned angel, driving Naberus into his back and through his heart. The runeblade begins to glow a dark red as it hungrily drains the soul along with every ounce of blood of the angel.

"Feel honored...your life and soul now goes toward a much better cause..."

Belial laughs as he shakes the dried husk from his sword, returns it to its sheath, and continues down his chosen path. Just up ahead lay an intersection onto a busy street, with dozens of clubs and bars still open despite the late hour. Perhaps there, he would find the information he sought...

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova

As the final blow was delivered to the angel, Bossanova's head shot up in alarm. Silencing his companion he held his tongue in a moment of silence eyes blazing with righteous fury. "We have lost an angelic brother...may you go with God brother." he spoke calmly.

The days events were quite tedious. Not too long ago a shot was fired obviously from Serenity's apartment but her life signs were fine. And immediately after that a horrible pull of demonic aura began to surface, not like any regular demons that Bossanova knew. No this was a bigger source, a demon lord of sorts perhaps a general? He still couldn't not put a name to the aura as he would like.

While going in there and retrieving the messiah seemed the best option, he was still under strict orders to observate and collect information... nothing more. But he would not hesistate to disobey orders if the messiah's life were in any danger. Sighing he glared at Clara not out of anger but something much more reasonable... "What do you have to eat?" Hey, angels gotta eat too.

 

[Incubusknight]

.....

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova

With a hefty sigh, Nova stood before the balcony window of Clara's apartment. The evidents taking place in Serenity's apartment was making his hairs stand on end. However, he could do nothing.

As he stood before the window a shudder ruffled through his angelic form causing him to blank out. This was a transition put in place for Nova's angelic mind to be visited by members of heaven; being that he could no longer return to the pearly gates.

"Nova we have news... the Messiah is in the hands of Dante." A booming voice ranged out through his mind. Clara would be able to hear as well... "However we do not know as to what methods he is playing in holding her. He has yet to make any demands of us. Surely he should know who she is by now but yet nothing. This perplexes us..."

Nova sighed a seriousness to his features. "Understood. Should I remain on standby?" He asked ready to go into action at a moments notice.

"Negative. We will send to you a legion of our finest from the 7th Level of Heaven. Until they have come to you do not make a move on the demon Dante. Keep close watch, remain undercover there are demons on the prowl. For now we shall protect you with our lesser angels, they have been sent out to address the issue."

"Is that who I felt earlier?"

"Yes we have lost an angelic brother. There will be more martyrs to our cause but they know their place and willingly accept it. Until next time." with that the connection was released allowing Nova to return to his mind. With a florish of his single wing he turned to Clara.

"Now about that food..."

 

[gagonthis]

"Ah! My tailsmen..." she whinned then dug into her box for another but found them burning away as well. "Oh no...they're all burning." she cried jumping up. Turning to Dante she glared, "Did you do that?" she questioned. None of her tailsmens had burned on impulse like that something was amiss. Sitting back down on him she just glared at him for a moment with a slight pout.

"Alright lets say I do belive this hogwash about demons and such... what would you say to my constant visits by gobblins, ghouls and lost souls?" she cautiously asked. Turning away she slipped off him huddling up on the couch. "I see strange things all the time. When I don't have my tailsmans with me, I see all kinds of strange things. Like this one time a girl came up to me but she was covered in blood and I could tell she was hurting..." she sighe closing her eyes to remember. "It hurt to see her in so much pain so I went to her. I hugged her despite what I saw and she disappeared into then air." For a moment it was silent after that then she turned her head eyeing him. "So... why would a something like that happen?"

"Maybe I caused it and maybe I didn't. In any case you can't blame me for the crazy stuff that happens in your apartment.. ghosts and what not. Sounds to me like you're a medium.. someone who attracts the supernatural to her, one who can hear and interact with them." He frowned as he looked into her eyes, the weird sensation from earlier coming back to him as he gazed deep into her. Shit... she was one of the divinely blessed.. a powerful one too if she was attracting spooks and ghouls to her and could even subconciously put holy power into her attacks. That would explain why the gunshot still itched when it shouldn't have even fazed him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Clara sat on the floor of her apartment, staring up at him a moment. That could've been her. Thank god she had Nova nearby. She was still was learning about a few things on this world... She really didn't want to leave it in such a way.

"Food. Oh, oh, food.. yeah."
She got to her feet, wiping her hands against her jeans as she stepped into the little kitchen area. She had kind of blown off his question about her being yelled at. It wasn't exactly a rare thing for her to be in trouble at her job. She had a lot of other things on her mind- it was hard to focus on something as trivial as a gas pump.
Peeking in her cupboards, she gave him a weak smile as she tossed him a styrofoam cup of ramen noodles. "Sorry. They've been docking my pay the last few weeks for my little... accidents. I have been able to keep pretty close tabs on Serenity, though." She thumbed towards the cieling. "Her buddy's been there for a few weeks. Everything had seemed to be going pretty smoothly... I'm not sure why those gunshots happened." She blew out a sharp breath as she thought. "Do you think she knows what he is? Mabe that's why the gun went off... I mean, who would willingly let a demon into their home, let alone the king of hell?!"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"Well... you didn't have to burn my tailsmens." she pouted. "Now what am I going to do? Those ghouls will come back." she said looking around nervously. The last time a ghoul had searched her out it had tried to devour her soul, not an easy task for her type of soul but it was a scary experience.

With a sigh she jumped up stretching. "Are you hungry?" she asked heading for the kitchen. "I could fix something."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova

Nova caught the cup and eyed it as if it were a foreign object. Being a man of his status despite his divine background, he'd never had the pleasure of sampling a cup of ramen nor ever hearing of them, being pampered with greater food choices.

In all his life serving in the Angelic Order a cup of ramen was what baffled him the most. "I do not understand, Clara. You expect me to eat this cup..." He looked at the side reading it, "..of ramen? How the noodles seem to be stale."

 

[gagonthis]

"Well... you didn't have to burn my tailsmens." she pouted. "Now what am I going to do? Those ghouls will come back." she said looking around nervously. The last time a ghoul had searched her out it had tried to devour her soul, not an easy task for her type of soul but it was a scary experience.

With a sigh she jumped up stretching. "Are you hungry?" she asked heading for the kitchen. "I could fix something."

He blanched as she stood up and headed towards the kitchen. He was half convinced it was her horrid cooking that had kept him weak for four weeks. She was slowly poisining him... he was sure of it. "No no, that's alright.. I... uh... I already called out for pizza... before this whole thing started." He lied, hoping she'd believe him. He could call for real in a little bit. Just as long as he didn't have to have anymore undercooked pasta. "As for the ghouls.... well I would suggest getting some new talismens... or maybe just stabbing them in the heart with a crucifix? How the fuck would I know about ghouls?"