Made for Each Other...Almost. (restarted all good rpers welcome)

[Mistriss_Isis]

The year is 2020, and the world is almost no different then now, almost. Demons and Angles walk the earth amoung humans. And of course, as usual, humans are only aware of themselves. This is why our story begins....


Sirena's heels clicked softly on the pavement. It was late, almost late enough to be early. No one was on the streets and that's how she liked it. She was an Angel, but she hardly looked like one. Gothic in appearance she had fooled many a demon and angel alike. Her hair was short, and bright crimson red. Her form was shapely, almost rubenesque. A black trench coat encased her breasts and flaired our at the waist, revealing a pale torso with the hint of a tattoo peeking out og the top of her short black skirt. Her legs were pale as well, encased from the knee down in black leather. SHe was sure she could even pass for a vampyre if she tried.

Angels and Demons lived peacfully alongside one another, but anything more then friendship was punishable if the couple were found out. Sirena made her way to a local bar, a haunt for the two races. With a smile she walked in and ordered a drink. She sat at the bar and looked around....


ooc: this is a romeo and juliet romance, between angels and demons. So post up, I only need one male demon to start, others are more then welcome to play family. THanks a lot and experienced rpers only please. So post up a descriptive post and enjoy ^^.

 

[wrytersyren]

I like where this is going ...

OCC: You said its a Romeo and Juliet romance story. I'd be more than willing to join. Think we can twist the story a bit though and I play Sirena's younger sister, who helps keep her secret. I just figured it would be easier than playing nursemaid . If so just pm me abnd I'll do up a character bio and a fresh post.

 

[Steiner]

The throb of the city pounded in his temples and Zamiel took the time to breathe deeply of the smoggy air. It was good.

As one of the lesser choirs, assigned a dull area of interest to shepherd, he'd been one of the first to put down his task and flock to the Morningstar's side. If you were to get him drunk enough and ask him if he'd still make that choice, he'd tell you that it was the worst mistake he'd ever made. The War had been bad enough - but defeat was just the beginning...

Finally though, their punishment had ended and due to some wrinkle in the Divine plan, both Angel and Demon found themselves sharing creation with a startled Humanity.

After millenia in the abyss, Zamiel treasured each moment of freedom - be it ever so illusory. After all, he was still bound by the conventions. He was still in Thrall to the Demon Lord who headed his "family". He still had a task, of sorts.

But he had his own circle - associates he'd met out in the city and could almost call friends. He had the adoration of mortal women on a regular basis. He had the clothes and the flat and the money. What kind of duty was this after the abyss? After battle? The worst thing about it was sharing it with his sanctimonius half-siblings. The Angels.

Ahhhhhh.... Even a serpent in Paradise, he reminded himself. They were there to shepherd and guide humanity - even as the Demons tempted and tainted. He was forbidden direct contact with any Angel. He couldn't fight them. He couldn't even tempt THEM directly. Initially the powers that be had been fine with demons tempting angels, but they worked out that once Celestials got horizontal it was even money as to whether the Angel would lose his halo or the Demon lose his horns, so as to speak. It was deemed too much of a risk so, in the guise of setting civilised rules, both sides had vowed that no tempting, no touching, no tasting... No nothing. On pain of great pain.

Pausing just outside the club he shook his long black hair out of the collar of his jacket and his violet eyes glimmered with mischevious (or was that malicious?) intelligence out at the world. He wasn't dressed to impress, but somehow the simple black cargo pants hugged in just the right places to showcase his typically perfect demon physique. While some of his circle frightened professional bodybuilders, Zamiel ran to thin but well-defined and toned. Black boots and a faded but still colourful band t-shirt completed the outfit.

Zamiel swung open the door to the club. He wasn't working tonight but there were plenty of delectable Mortal morsels in the world - who knew?

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

She ordered, re-thinking her original plan of getting a nice Jack Daniels and Coke. She was snubbed by some of the other Angels for her choice of lifestyle. Firstly, the way she dressed and carried herself. Most of them thought she was tempting fate, dressing like one of the dark ones. Secondly, she drank, well occasionally but drank all the same. She didn't frequent places like this often, and when she did it always turned out a night of fun, even after she left. That was another thing entirely that the other objected to. But all the same, she did her duty, guiding the good towards the light and work in God's service.

She smiled to herself, her red hair shining in the dim light. She had turned off her 'glow' for the night, not wanting to attract too much unwanted attention. Sipping at her soda she smiled as a rock song came on, one of her favorites. She moved to the dance floor, which was packed with a mix of humans and others. Setting down her drink she slipped into the mix, losing herself in the beat, her hips moving to the beat, her hands going over her head.

A man spied her, she could feel his eyes on her as she moved, and he stepped over, pressing himself against her as the music continued. Her hands slid around his neck as she danced against him a wicked smile on her lips. The man's eyes could have closed in pleasure, she could feel a hardening between his legs and pulled away a his grinding became too much. She loved to tease, but she loved music even more. She was in the center of the crowd, her mind and body lost in the music now. Tonight would be fun, she could feel it.

 

[Steiner]

Zamiel flipped the woman behind the bar a slow smile. She reacted by pretending not to see him, a blush mounting her cheeks. He'd once detained her for the better part of 45 minutes at the height of the evening's demand for drinks in the employee's toilets. It was fun playing with the staff, because they were supposed to be immune to that sort of thing - were supposed to be professional.

He'd left her slumped against the cistern, gasping for breath and was about to go his way when he spotted the crucifix around her neck. He'd leaned in, kissed her, and then whispered in her ear what he was and what she'd just done - namely forsake her devoted boyfriend, cut out on her boss and surrender to her lust with a demon. Then he'd licked her earlobe and left. From here he could feel the current of her thought - dreading his approach and praying for it at the same time.

Tough - he wasn't answering prayers tonight.

Spying his circle of associates - junior demons of the same family as his own - he strutted up to them. To his amazement they didn't notice him until he was almost up with them. Aghast at the lacklustre response from his so-called friends, he turned to see what might be holding their attention.


Oh.

My.

As a fallen Angel, Zamiel was encouraged to revel in those little impulses he was supposed to spark in others, so he was no stranger to lust, but the visceral impact of the creature dancing at the centre of the floor was very powerful indeed. Especially as he had no viscera to speak of.

"Who IS that girl?"

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena was in her own world, a world where it was only her and the music. The music spoke to her unlike anything in the world, she was sure that was why she was so good at dancing. She knew the dancing was about music, and not about her. The beats soared through ehr veins like fire until the beat changed and she snapped out of her heavenly dream world and let her eyes see what was there, they immediately lost their glazed over look. She almost wished they hadn't.

Sirena knew she shouldn't have let her gaurd down, she could see the lust filled gazes of the men and demons around her. Playing it off, she smiled, forcing the blush from her cheeks. She raised a brow seductively at them and with a sway of her hips made her way to an empty booth near the back of the room, her legs crossing and making her skirt ride up. One of the waiter brought her the Jack and Coke she had come in for, and she sipped it, seemingly interested only in the amber liquid and none of the eyes that followed her to where she was now sitting.

 

[Steiner]

"Oh I am so going over there." Zamiel said, standing although he'd sat only a handful of seconds ago.

"Don't be foolish, friend." rumbled Barakh, the large man placing his hand on Zamiel's thin arm.

Molkor spoke up next "I thought we were having a boys night out - no shop talk and NO working?"

Zamiel slumped into the chair. The group had spoken and it was a brave demon that defied his own clique when they were unanimous against him. It was hard for him though, and his mood had infected them. Despite the "No Shoptalk" rule, Barakh was now grumbling too.

"...for all of us as well, Zam. I mean, do you have any idea how close to a raging barbrawl this place is?" and Molkor spoke up next "And look at all these people just a couple of drinks away from going on a serious drinking binge. I could forge a dozen new alcoholics tonight."

Zamiel grunted in agreement, appeasing his fellows, but his attention wasn't there.

His eyes were fixed on the booth across the dance floor.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena smiled, most of the eyes had turned away, after finding she would not return their gazes. She sipped gently at the drink, letting the burning liquid slip down her throat, warming her from the inside. She lifted her head now, and looked out into the crowd. Her green eyes searching for one real person worth intrest in the entire club. She found him, his violet eyes seeming to stare right through her.

It was hard but she held his gaze for a moment before looking back down into her now half empty drink, the sight of those eyes burning into her mind. Her short red hair fell in her eyes as she stirred her drink, trying to get the perfect mix of cola and liquor with each sip. But she knew that was the best part, the bitter sweetness of the bottom of the drink. She smiled and had soon finished her drink. Getting up she walked back to the bar, her eyes darting away from anyone who wanted to hold her attention for too long.

"Another Jack and Coke please..." she said smiling over the bar as she leaned over it, giving anyone behind it a nice eyeful of clevage. "Make that a double jack and coke," she smirked as she began to fish around in her purse for her money.

 

[Steiner]

Zamiel half-stood again, and again Barakh restrained him - the big, bluff, demon obviously moving beyond amused and into the realm of slightly concerned.

"Come on, Zamiel, are you really going to fall for that?" Molok hissed in his ear. Zamiel ignored him, shook off Barakh and stood, finally heading towards the bar.

Barakh groaned quietly and Molok nodded in agreement. "Well, best he gets it out of his system, I suppose. What do you think she is?"

The two former Angels were unanimous that the vision was NOT mortal. Currently the smart money (Molok's) was riding on Lilim. "Well, at least we can ask Zamiel afterwards..." Barakh rumbled.

Zamiel himself heard none of this. From the moment he'd gotten away from the table his world had tromboned into a 2 meter space next to HER elbow at the bar. It didn't even matter that there was currently a hopeful man occupying the space. Zamiel simply allowed the fire of his true nature to flare behind his eyes and spoke a single word.

"Move"

Then his elbows hit the wood and his lean body settled against the bar. Close enough that he could smell her. Close enough that the fine hair on his nearside arm pricked up at her proximity.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena was still waiting for her drink, when she felt him move closer. She had thought he wouldn't, even with his staring he had seemed to be staying where he was. She smiled, her drink finally comming she slipped her money onto the bar and waited for her change as she turn to face him.

She said nothing, only smiled at him as her other hand stirred her drink with the tiny straw she had been given. Last time she had checked their were a few men around her, all offering to buy her a drink, or take her home. But he had offered neither, well not yet anyway.

"I don't think I've seen you around before," she said gently, looking down into her drink before her eyes connected with his once more. She could almost feel the power coming from him, the sway of his thinking and still his eyes burned into her. Sending the heat through her that would be created by at least half a bottle of Jack Daniels, maybe more. This time she held his gaze, almost holding her breath waiting for his response. If only to hear the way he spoke.

 

[Steiner]

Zamiel had a hundred seduction voices, each one tried and tested and each one kept sharp in its sheath for the correct occaision. But weapons are only useful if you reach for them and when he spoke he knew he'd used his true voice - still smokey, even and pleasantly mellifluous as one would expect, but a little too open for this situation.

"No, no you haven't."

He reached out his hand and took the drink offered by the barmaid without noticing her. Certainly no money changed hands and the girl turned devastated eyes on him before sighing and turning to serve another.

"I know that I've not seen you before." From another it might have been a tired compliment, but from him it came out matter of fact and not a little surprised.

His eyes watched her, drinking in the way that her face changed imperceptibly as she listened to him speak. That his words had caused even so tiny an effect on her was as good as kissing another girl, he decided. He had no doubt that if she wanted to she could cut him dead, even at this range. Even this little bit of reassurance buoyed his spirits and awakened a little of his usual personality, damping down the desire he felt to worship her and awakening a little of the desire to possess her that would be more normal for him.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

His voice was everything she thought it to be, and she was happy his first instinct wasn't to offer her another drink or ask her outside for a 'walk'. She smiled at once seeing the power he had over the bar woman, no doubt one of his conquests. As he spoke again she bit the corner of her lip ever so slightly, thinking of what to say.

"I don't usually come here, but I needed a change of scenery. And," she lowered her head and sipped from her drink, "They make the strongest Jack and Coke's here." she said, this time her smile was one of embarassment and happiness, showing a bit of her teeth.

"The company isn't proving too bad either," she said stirring her drink again as she looked back up at him. "My name's Sirena, and you are?" she asked holding her hand out to him, not to shake but palm down, waiting to see if he would kiss it, it took a true gentleman to do such a thing.

 

[Steiner]

Suddenly he recognised the steps of the dance - after all, hadn't he been one of the first to tread the measure?

Buoyed beyond pleasure that she should want to dance it with him, even if for awhile, he took the proferred hand, his thumb caressing the fingers slightly, in a way that had set hearts fluttering before and would again.

Then, he bent, not quite touching his lips to her flesh - not wanting physical contact to distract his first scent of her skin. Finally he stood, rising back to his full height rather than using the affected sprawl against the bar.

"Call me Zamiel." And there it was - his real name. Not his True Name at least, but also not Samuel or Sam or Zam or any of the ten things he felt safer with people using.

It softened the blow a little that she seemed to be as open with him as he was being with her. He nodded at the Jack and Coke with a smile. "And is that the only low habit you indulge in places like this? I don't count the dancing, there was nothing low in that." and he grinned at the memory of her purposeful strut across to the booth once she'd finished her dance.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena hesitated for a moment, her hand out there. She momentarily wondered if he would do as she hoped, and it turned out her did, and more. She could feel his lips barely touch the pale skin of her hand, the way his thumb caressed her fingers. THis man knew what he was doing. Her heart didn't flutter, but for a second she was sure she could feel it beating faster. As he stood back to his full height she lowered her hand from his grasp with a muted smile.

She was pleased, elated even about her choice. He was dark and handsome, and had enough gall to act more like a man then any man really could, the touch of his hand had shown her that. His comment made her muted smile change into a smirk. She had a choice now, should she give in to the devious urge and give him and interesting answer? Or play it off?

"I've been known to have other indulgences in places like this, but those you'll have to find for yourself." she smiled and picked up her glass. "Would you like to join me?" she asked as she moved back towards the booth, pausing a moment to glance at him.

 

[Steiner]

He turned to follow her. Wondering if he should. By all rights he'd made his mark - he'd caught her eye and turned her head. If she was even a little attracted to him then she'd be back and he'd be here and then they could see what was what.

He cast his eyes across to the table where his circle sat, watching as they waved him back over - Barakh comical in his concern, cool Molok giving him a thumbs up for his victory.

But the offer.... Ohhhhh.... More now. And he knew that following her to the booth would crown him the king of the men in this room.

He could have passed up the offer in her voice, despite the demurely downcast eyes. He could have ignored the need to make himself the Alpha of this club. He could have sought the safety of his friends companionship again. All these things he could have done - but then she looked back at him after she took the first couple of steps.

Before he realised what was happening, he was already moving. He heard the almost silent groan of every man in the place and heard the very audible displeasure of Barakh from the table. He'd blown his cool - he'd shown his interest.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena silently nodded as she saw him following. When she turned her head back towards the table she smiled secretly to herself. He had some courage she had to give him that. She sat down, moving over for him as she placed her glass on the table. Getting comfortable she crossed her legs and leaned towards him.

She had seen the way his friends were looking at him, surveying his every move. Before speaking to him she lifted her head and waved to them before turning towards him. "What charming friends you have," she joked leaning on the table as she turned her attention fully to him.

 

[Steiner]

Zamiel smiled as the guys immediately made a show of not looking at the booth.

"Actually, I'm the charming friend. The others have other specialties." What was he saying? Why not just say that they were a gang of demons out for a drink?

He made a show of looking about. "And where are your friends? Or do they not share all your tastes?"

As her elbows settled onto the the table, he let his own follow suit, so that now they were inches from each other, and he could get a proper look at those eyes.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena smiled, she seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. As he spoke she listened to the light tone in his voice, she could almost hear the doubt. She closed her mind, not wanting to have a conversation while she was in his head. There was no mystery to that kind of conversation. When he asked her where her friends were, she bit her lip. Her turn to doubt what she should say.

"They're all jealous of my dancing skills, they never get any men when I'm around so they don't ask me to go out with them." she joked a hint of a laugh in her voice as she finished her sentence. How could she tell him most Angels didn't walk around in black leather, dancing seductively and drinking Jack Daniels? Sure her answer to him sounded rather cocky, but she didn't think it came out that way. She had been looking down into her drink sipping it slowly as she felt his arms rest on the table beside hers. Instinctively she looked up, her eyes meeting his immediately. "So, let me guess, you come to the club for the charming decor?" she smiled.

 

[Steiner]

"The decor is nice - there really are some quite lovely things to look at, wouldn't you agree?" he nipped at her with an over the top flattery, his eyes and the set of his lips letting her know that whilst he found her enchanting, he wasn't being serious in his speech.

He tapped his his glass thoughtfully.

"I feel sorry for your poor friends - unable to witness your dancing. Perhaps we should make things easier for them? You and I could go dancing together - that way they'd have the pick of all the men in the club. Well... All the OTHER men, in any case."

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena couldn't help it, she blushed. Her face flushing pink, almost making her glow come out. She bit her lip and shook her head. "Well, perhaps that would work, I would love to see your dance moves. Perhaps you could demonstrate for me? I'm sure we could find something worth dancing to on the Juke Box over there. Show me your moves," she smiled licking her lips.

"If you're up for it that is..." she turned and sipped down another third of her drink, only a third of the doube jack and coke left.

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC

Thank you Mistress Isis

IC

The lights suddenly dimmed low in the bar, and a smattering of appaluse broke out among both mortals and their celestial imitators.

" Welcome to Osiris"

the husky femme fatale voice seemed to whisper from every corner of the club. It seemed the voice spoke to everyone personally, welcoming them to something otherworldly. Which in some ways it was.

"The night begins and belongs to Apshai, but fear not my children, the great Re returns at morning light"

The stage began to soflty be backlit with a soft green light, showing feminine figures draped along the sinous pillars scattered around the club.

The voice continues

" But in order for him to return, great rites and sacrifics must be made..so I beg you, as your Mistress of Magic.. give up your feet to dance, your mouths to song, your loins to love..perform your right in the Dead Kingdom"

That part always creeped people out , but they also knew what it started.

The music beat out strong, and the girls began to dance. Hypontically, passionately, their beauty unmatched. people felt the heat on the floor, and soon everyone was grooving.

Jung would call it sympatheitc magic, the angels and demons called it a manifestation of the Symphony, others called it almost magical.

But the voice knew better.

After all, she cast the spell.

Far above the club, she looked down and scanned the club for trouble and for friends..just the usual motely sort, ..hedsge wizards considering them mages of merlins caliber, a few undead ( she'd chase those bastards out herself)..and of course the JC's

" I do wish those hillbilly's would keep their was out of here" she whispered almost to herself

Angels and Demons..JC's she called them, short for Judeo-Christians. She walked the earth before their religon was a jewish cult, and walk the earth after it.

But their power was impressive as was their origin mysterious. But even the JC's knew better to fuck with her..especially on her own turf. At least the ones who would acknowledge she exsisted.

And there was that bastard Z..oh she knew 60 of his names. She had summoned demons before, had fought them before, had imprisoned them before. But he was the first to be ballsy enough to screw with her employees.

She couldnt kill him, only the blasted JC could do that to each other. But she wondered what he's think of being in a brooch and kept in a refuse pile for 500 years would do to his mood.

And then she noticed he was hunting.

Bastard

Time to play with a him a little bit

Step one

She leaned down to the mic, and whispered to her bartenders ear piece

" Offer the gentleman before you a drink on behalf of his wife.. who's waiting for him outside..and Nezerach aphshai et oluron yetzirah"..she said binding his bind to avoid any intrusion on the demons part

Time to play


OOC

Isis Astarte

human sorceress

aproxx 6000 years old
egyptian high priestess

disgustingly powerful magic weilder, but still very mortal, can die, but has contigency plans
propieter of Osiris, a very popular hangout for the supernatural..even if they dont know why

5'3"
light skin..from spending centuries inside and body powder
curvy, busty, penetrating dark eyes, very striking classical features
hair dark in braids..""cleopatra" cut

in a low cut black evening gown, wearing an ankh of protection

 

[Steiner]

Zamiel LOVED to dance and had leaned forward with a lop-sided grin to take her up on the offer when the lights dimmed and the voice from the past had seized every part of the club in it's snakey clutches.

This was so NOT a good omen for him. When Isis was not here at the club he had the run of the place, but when she was here his usually impressive luck often turned sour. The employees were less attentive and polite, and his power less quick to work.

The girl from behind the bar approached with another round of drinks. Zamiel frowned - she did NOT approach him, it worked the OTHER way around, dammit.

As the drinks were placed softly on the table she leaned in and stagewhispered her message in a voice that carried clearly to the other occupant of the booth as well.

"Drinks courtesy of your wife, sir. She's waiting outside."

Zamiel responded with two raised eyebrows and a suprised grunt. The first thing he did was try and suck the girls mind dry of information, but to his surprise he found her shielded.

Then she turned and left. Zamiel looked suprised and not a little concerned. That he HADN'T expected. He was torn - should he follow the bargirl and find out what the Hell she was playing at? Should he grab his crew and pile outside - maybe there really WAS someone waiting for him.

What he did do was smirk. Isis was messing with him and whilst a lesser demon might have gotten the hell out of Dodge, Zamiel enjoyed playing with powerful women. Turning to Sirena he rose from the booth and extended his hand to her "I guess you made somebody jealous, huh? Do I look like the marrying kind? Why don't we see about that dance?"


One of these days he was going to get Isis alone and find out what the hell she had against him. But for now he was going to outdance everyone in the club, claim his prize and escape into the night - despite her machinations.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena was knew she was about to hear him take her up on her offer. That's when the lights dimmed, and Sirena listened as she saw Zamiel doing. Something about Isis made her get a bad taste, as soon as the light came back she finished her drink with a sigh. What she didn't see was the barwoman,who was comming over with a round of drinks. She was puzzeled as well as he was, they almost never came around to the tables this late.

As Sirena heard her message she nodded her head knowingly and moved to get her things. Stuff turned out too good to be true sometimes, and she guessed tonight was one of those nights. She felt him turn towards her and stand. His arm was out, hand outstretched for her to take. It made sense to her, she didn't even think she would see him again either way, though she hoped she would.

With a smiled she set her purse down, lifting her hand to take his as she scooted out of the booth. As skin touched skin Sirena felt a spark go through her, something she had never expected. She only smiled at him and waited to be led to the dance floor, she was anxious to see what moves this Zamiel had.

 

[Steiner]

Surprisingly he kept hold of her hand and pulled her through the crowd, not moving fast enough that she had to hurry, but fast enough that there was a sense of the crowd as a sea that they waded through. This was the longest physical contact that Zamiel had managed, and he deliberately kept his grip firm but not tight. For a moment back there he was sure he'd lost her - that the barmaid had done her work - but now she was back with him and it was time to show her what he was capable of.

It was going to be tough. She was an excellent dancer - but he had confidence in his own ability and he knew that he didn't have to dance better than she did, he only had to outperform the others on the floor. Of that, he felt, there was little danger of him failing.

Finally, in the centre of the crowd and yet with a healthy space around them, Zamiel released her hand and stepped back a little. The beat swelled up and he stalked around her in a circle, then at the peak of the lead in he slid his feet slightly apart and bowed to her, his hands extending as he doubled over, almost touching his chin to his knees, whilst still keeping his gaze on her eyes. And then he straightened and launched into the first movement of his dance.

He deliberately didn't go nuts, his movements simple but fast - and very precise. In fact he was saving the best until she started to respond to the beat herself. With a twitch of the side of his mouth he smiled as her toes started to tap.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sirena smiled as she felt him lead her through the crowd. She couldn't help it, she could see them staring. She only smiled politely at them, holding tightly to his hand as they slid through and onto the dance floor. As he bowed she tilted her head, accepting his bow and returning the respect he had shown her.

She watched him intently, she knew it wouldnt be long before she was joining him. The movement began to her toes, tapping to the beat as she watched him, his grace and poise astounding. The movement made it from her toes up her legs and soon her hips got into the movement, her body closer to his, as the crowd moved in. They were watching them, and she smiled, she didn't know if she wanted to chance it, her hips were close to his, she could invision holding herself against his body, grinding shamelessly for the pleasure of the crowd, and herself as much as she didn't want to admit it.

Their bodies were close, the music seeming to pull her, soon her finger tips were trailing down his arm, her eyes locked on his.