Somewhere between Heaven and Hell...

[Demos Straxus]

The city is cold, dark, Miserable. Water drips constantly off of the stained gray buildings, and flows across grimy and battered streets to the gutters. I rough slooshing can be heard as gallons of the now foul liquid find their way into the sewage system, and trail off under the city to be dumpe at some shit hole of a concrete lake. The water will be filtered, and then be shot right back to the city, so that it's citizen's can drink it, and then piss it right back into the toilet. Says alot about human society that they actualy find this process logical.

My own overcoat drips with it's own share of water as I move over to the edge of the building on which I stand. A symbol on my shoulder shows a stylized fist clutching a sword. The symbol wouldn't mean anything to those below, but it means all to me. Its been the focus of my life, my work for so long that it ain't hardly funny. A smile to myself, and then take a strong drag off of the cigar in my left hand, inhaling the rich tobacco, and sighing as it hits my lungs. I spend half a moment savoring this before I take the cigar, and flick it out into the dark, watching as it drops down the multiple stories, and is caught in the wind, blown to parts unknown. I smile to myself, considering the cigar for a moment, the relevence of that symbol to my own life, and then dismiss it. I ain't the kinda guy that gets big into symbols. Nah, I prefer action.

I tap the side of my head, where an earpeace juts out from the shadows around my goodsized sideburns, talking over the comm to the taskforce.

"This is Red. Area looks clear from here. No sign of our friend the angel. Gonna check it out myself."

My lips grimace slightly as I speak the words, annoyed at the phrase. 'Angel' is a bad word for this being. That I've seen personaly she's killed at least three humans. Each killers in their own right....but thats beside the point. You play around here, you do it by our rules. No rogue agents. An angel that kills ain't any better than a demon that don't. Whatever purpose she thinks she serves.....she's gonna think again.

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Turning from the edge, Anung Un Rama, better known as Hellboy stalks back towards the roof, and then charges back, leaping clean over the edge, and flying into space, his incredible leap sending him flying towards the glass walled office building below, and one corner office in particular.

(Okay, here's the basic concept, An Angel from heaven has come to earth, and begun murdering those she sees to be evil. Hellboy, and the BPRD have been tasked with finding out what she's up to, and possibly stopping her. What I need is one woman to play the role of the angel, and possibly some supporting characters. RPG will follow the film more closely than the comics. PM me if you're interested)

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

OOC: Isabelle (no last name)
5'4" - Wavy long hair, golden blonde
Fair complexion, trim waist and hips, medium breasts
Downy white wings, kept tucked in and rarely exposed, except in private


Isabelle stared at the blood that pooled around her feet. Her hands still held the black ronin and its tips glistened in the light of the street lamps glow. She wiped the double bladed sword on the man’s cotton T-shirt and then nodded to the female that lay huddled against the front steps of a barred shop. No words left her ruby red lips as she walked away. The sword slipped easily into its sheath, hidden under the long trench coat she wore. She felt its comforting weight rest between her soft, downy feathers and quickly headed off toward her sanctuary.

Once she made her way to the back of the church, she was greeted by another and his eyes rested accusingly on her blood spattered clothes. “You sin again my child,” the voice whispered to her.

Isabelle snorted as she pushed past the man and into the darkest recess of the antique building, taking several secret tunnels to reach the rooms that served as her Earthly home. She remembered when she’d fallen to Earth. Father Andrew was there within an hour of her plight, lifting her up in arms she swore were to weak to lift a pot of tea, but his strength had surprised her. He told her of dreams he’d been having of an angel coming to him and his job was to guide her down a path where she would atone for her sins against the Lord.

He confessed he knew no way to bring her back to her Lord’s good graces so Isabelle took it upon herself to find her way home. In so doing she reexamined her existence. She’d failed her Lord, by not stopping the violent death of her charge. As she dropped the coat from her winged form, she recalled the look of shock that crossed young Elizabeth’s face as the man plunged himself in and out of her tiny form.

She shuddered violently as the screams of the young woman replayed in Isabelle’s mind. She had not protected the girl, instead fighting the demons that had possessed the man. . .and so Elizabeth had been murdered. Elizabeth was supposed to be protected for years. Her role in man’s existence was to be great for the Lord, but Isabelle had not done her job, instead thinking she knew better than her God.

Her fingers pulled the straps of the harness from her torso. The weight of the sword fell away from her back and she laid it on the table next to her bed. She flexed her back, her wings expanding and her head hung low as she felt the weight of her actions settle over her. She undid the knot at the back of her neck, and peeled off the black silk halter that kept her breasts hidden. Her fingers worked free the boots and black jeans she wore, and her gaze fell on the steam that came from her bathroom.

“Isabelle,” Andrew’s voice called to her.

“Yes,” she said turning to look back at him.

“You will be in confession in the morning?”

“Yes Father,” she whispered and then turned back to walk away and cleanse the blood from her fair skin and soft wings of downy white.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Hellboy crashes easily through the window he had aimed for, his massive body shattering the glass as he landed, going into a shoulder role to prevent injuries from the long drop. He stands in the darkened office for the briefest second, before his hand moves to his hip, drawing a truely enormous revolver, and moving it about the scene in the manner of a police officer securing a crime scene.


The Sameritan draws easily, the well oiled holster it sits in parting fo me easily as I draw the large handgun, its massive barrel glemaing in the low light. Before it's even out I know that I'm too late. The room I've entered is covered in blood. Judging from the man lying half dissected on the floor, I can make a pretty good guess as to whose. I speak, letting the mic pick up my words as I begin to go over the scene, my eyes scanning the room with ease.

"Damn. She got him."

The anger in my voice has little to do with the scum on the floor. William bankroft was a well known, and repeated sex offender, whose actions against some women made even a guy in my line of work shudder. The only reason he ain't playing bitch boy for some guy at Ryker's is that this bastard was rich. Aparently that hadn't granted him a lot of slack with our friend the angel.

I look over the room for a moment, catalogueing the violence, and the blood. my hand reaches down, touching a droplet of the crimson substance. its cold, but not dried out.

"She must have been here in the last 4 hours. She's probably still somewhere in the city. Get Jones onto tracking bodies.This fucker won't be the last one tonight, I bet."

Turning I leave the room, sparing the dead body not a second glance, allready headed for the elevator.

 

[RavenMaiden]

OOC: Danielle
5'6" Straight, long black hair flowing past her hips Glittering Green eyes
Pale skin, shapely hips and chest. Dressed in a black corset, fishnets, and a high cut leather skirt.

From the shadows she watched the creature walk away. Danielle doubted she could handle the Hellboy, she slipped into the room and surveyed the mess. Her prey was strewn all over the office, this wasn't done by an amateur. Pity, she wanted to gut the pig herself, his life would have been quite tasty. She ran a finger along the body, then slowly licked the blood off her hand. She wasn't sure who was hunting her prey yet, however, she didn't like being pre-empted from her meal. She would see what this Hellboy knew before continuing her search.

She picked up the bladesitting on the desk. Drawing the blade she removed part of the expensive office window before hopping outside into the night. Noticing the Hellboy, she quickly withdrew to the shadows to see what will happen next.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Isabelle let the water wash over her. Her fingers ran soap down her torso, blood had soaked into her clothing, the splattered droplets had splashed across her fair skin and her long blonde curls. She cleansed herself, wishing it were the blood of Lamb that washed over her and not the cities filtered water. When she slipped out of the now cold liquid she felt the slam of a thousand voices crying out to her. She closed her eyes trying to ignore them, but one seemed insistent, one begged for a savior. Isabelle wiped a tear from her eye as she focused on her energy on the tiny voice calling out to her. A heavy sigh left her lips as she walked back into her room, her wings were heavy with water, but she knew in a few moments they would be dry and she would be ready.

She slipped on a clean pair of jeans, the color still black as well as boots and another halter top that tied around her slim waist and graceful neck. Her hand rested on the ronin blade and she felt the guilt over what she was about to do wash over her. She picked it up and secured the shoulder harness to her back and then tossed a clean leather trench coat over her arm. Her steps were soft, but not soft enough for Father Andrew.

“Child you go out again?”

Isabelle turned to the voice that came out of the dark halls of the church. “There is a child who needs me, Father.”

“But you are a child yourself. . . you need to stay here.”

“I am far from a child Father. My night is just beginning. I will return in the morning and then you will hear the confessions you long to hear.” Isabelle turned away and quickly took the final steps that led her to the Father’s office. A side door hidden behind a shelf slid open without making a sound and Isabelle slid out into the night. Her wings unfurled and she lifted up to the roof of the church. Her feet landed softly on its steeple and she concentrated on the child’s voice. The sounds of terror reached her and she immediately took flight in search of the young girl’s home. The only thought that ran through Isabelle's mind was to save the girl, before the intruder took another.

 

[RavenMaiden]

Danielle hit the ground with the grace and agility of a cat, she slunk past the Hellboy and into the night. She felt hunger, and needed to be satiated, the hellboy and the killer can wait for another time.

She smiled as she took a deep breath, the scent of the city was something she savoured, perfection was a long way off, there was corruption and greed around every corner. It was something they never understood why she lusted over such qualities, and the other side embraced her for it. She decided this would be as good of a corner as any, a desolate neighbourhood yields lots of people looking for an escape, simple companionship is something most people long for. Probably the same reason so many people came to her so willingly. A car drove up to her and stopped just a foot away from her. She stared into this man as the window rolled down, a corrupt cop, he imbezzled drugs, weapons, and anything else that could walk out of their building. A horrible little man, she ran her tounge across her ruby red lips, he would be delicious.

"How much?" the man asked. She walked over to the window and bent forwards, allowing the officer to stare down her corset.

"I'll let you decide," She grinned as the man unlocked the passanger door. She opened the door and sat down beside him.

"Hi, my name is.." He was cut off as Danielle kissed him, pushing her tounge down his throat. The man pushed her away, astonished for a moment. Danielle gave him a seductive grin.

"Your name doesn't matter," she began to unlace her corset, as she removed the corset a voice echoed in her mind.

"Help me..."

Danielle blinked, she looked around, she didn't sense any other souls in this car. Who was that? An image flashed in her mind, an old house, decrepit and rotten. The soul dwelling within was just as rotten, and the voice, it called to her again.

"Please, help me."

"Get out of my head," Danielle pushed the man off her, she opened the door and fell backwards. She grabbed her corset off the seat as she walked over to her trench. The man got out of the car, she knew what he wanted. Let him try. She picked up her trench as the man grabbed her hair, in a fluid motion she drew the blade and held it against his throat. The man stood there frozen for a moment before letting her hair go and backing off.

"Crazy bitch, make up your god damned mind next time." The car sped off as Danielle heard the voice again. She tried to block the voice out as she put her corset back on and laced the garment back up.

Instead another image flashed through her mind, a street sign the house was near. She intended to shut this voice up, and whatever other decrepit souls resided within.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Isabelle slipped quietly inside the home. Her fingers had pointed at the lock and the mechanism had slid quietly free. She made her way through the home, not wanting to wake the parents of the young girl. She wanted this over and done, quickly, with as little mess as possible. She prayed for guidance, something she always did, but never did she hear her Lord’s answer. Taking a deep breath, she took in the scent of fear as well as lust.

No sound was made as she opened the little girl’s room and made her way toward the corner where the child huddled in a corner. Her gaze locked on the back of the man and with one hand she reached for the collar of his shirt, which he was in the process of removing.

Stan never heard the rustle of clothing behind him. His lust for the child was too great and his hands had been pulling at the buttons of his shirt. When he felt the firm grip on his clothes, his first instinct had been to shout out, but something told him that what was behind him was not the parents of his newest victim. He turned slowly and his eyes rolled back as he saw a woman behind him a weapon in her other hand as she held him tightly.

“I’ve been searching for you,” Isabelle whispered and then dragged the lost soul from the room. She turned and looked at the child. “Go to bed, Annie. . .nothing will harm you now.” She blew a soft kiss of protection to the young girl and sent her warm thoughts of love and peace. Annie rose up as if in a trance and slid under the covers of her canopy princess bed. Isabelle knew there were others out there, demons and vile men and women that would want to hurt the little girl, but for this night she was safe from harm. . .Stan on the other hand was not so lucky.

Isabelle sensed he was ready to scream and she silenced him with the simple raising of her ronin blade. The twin tips, sharp and now clean, glistened in the light that filtered in from the lacy curtains, to thin to hold back the moonlight, or street lamps.

She pulled him outside and then took off her coat, knowing Stan seeing her wings would be one of the few things he ever saw again. She lifted off into the night, pausing at the top of an old warehouse. Once she dropped Stan onto its hard surface she listened to him plea for mercy. His eyes taking in her wings as she ruffled them and showed him exactly what he was dealing with. He begged for forgiveness and she laughed softly, the sound one of disbelief as she explained that her Lord was done forgiving people like him. . .he had sent her to deal with those that were taking the lives of the innocent and feeding their lust with it. The ronin blade whistled in the air, and ended Stan’s prayers.

 

[RavenMaiden]

Danielle followed the voice as it lead her to the house she saw in her vision. Her blade in open view, a few people stared at her as she walked past. Her mind focused on a single target. Silence would come after.

She found the door unlocked, casually drawing her own blade she walked inside. There was a small child being comforted by her mother, the child looked directly at Danielle. She paused for a moment, was this who called her? The mother took a look at her weapon and backed away, shielding the child.

"Get away from us, there's money in the other room. Please just leave us alone, we've had enough tonight," The child tugged at the mother's sleeve, trying to get her attention.

"Mommy, does this one have pretty wings too?"

Danielle froze in her tracks, wings? Someone from above was here? She grabbed her head as another image flashed through her mind. Falling to her knees she sobbed as she remembered when she used to have wings, those memories were something she didn't like digging up. Getting back to her feet Danielle glared at the family.

"Be careful what you pray to next time, you never know what may hear" She slowly walked out the door. The final image was of a warehouse, Danielle decided she would search out this winged creature in the industrial district. What from there would be determined by how much her head hurt at the time.

 

[Demos Straxus]

I step slowly out into the night, taking care to keep to the shadows as I moved down the sidewalk towards where the taskforce has parked the mobile command station. A mobile command station that happens to look like a garbage truck. Christ I hate the budget cutbacks. Used to we got delivory vans, or mobile homes. Now I get one of these.

Shaking my head I step inside, taking from one of the agents a piece of paper detailing the possible targets. I scan through the list, and then tap on one in particular. A rapist that got hacked do death, out by the bay. Seems possible. Attempted rape victom saw the attacker. Description matches up with what we've got.

"Take us here. I think this is our girl."

The agent nods, moving forward as I reach into my coat, extracting another cigar. I flick a match off of my stone hand, and light the cuban, inhaling deeply the tobbacco, and considering our orders for a moment. Word had gotten around from various sources that a rogue agent was on the loose. A fallen angel, exacting gods will Personaly. Not a problem, far as I'm concerned, but the agency kinda has a policy against transdimensional beings commiting murder on their turf. So I'm here. Not too bad realy, I enjoy getting out when I can. Still, fighting angels ain't that fun. They don't go down easy, and holy relics won't do squat. Have to manage it the old fashioned way.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Isabella stared down on the lifeless form of Stan. His crimes would send him to hell, she had just sped up the process. She rolled her shoulders, and made a motion to cover her wings inside the leather trench coat, then paused as the feel of another weighed down on her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and concentrated on the evil that had suddenly washed over the area. When she opened her eyes, her gaze focused on the rooftops of several different buildings; their height and shapes similar to each other, thus her eyesight was barely obstructed.

“Whose there?” she called out, both mentally as well as with a soft whisper.

There was no answer, but the feeling did not go away. Isabella slipped on her coat and walked over to the side of the building, leaving Stan behind. She knew someone would eventually find the bloody carcass, whether because they came up to fix some heating and cooling system or a passing traffic copter would fly overhead. Her gaze once more ran across the roof tops and then she simply walked off the building’s ledge and landed easily on the blacktop ground.

She kept to the alley that was formed by two warehouses, before she stepped into the lit parking lot. Her ronin had been wiped clean on Stan’s half unbuttoned shirt and its blades seemed to glow in the light of the Industrial Light Poles.

 

[RavenMaiden]

Stalking along the shadows of the warehouse district, Danielle's mind echoed the child's question.

"Does this one have pretty wings too?"

Danielle felt sicked by the question, how was the child to know what she was or is? Doubt the child has any concept of heaven or hell at all.

“Whose there?” A voice echoed through her mind.

Danielle raised her blade at the sound. She realized it was nothing, someone still spoke to her, on a more spiritual level at least. She screamed at the top of her lungs into the alley.

"Someone who wants to be left the fuck alone, and your wrecking that!"

She crept along the alleyways, whoever said that had to be close. Then the fun will begin, her laughter echoed throughout the night. To alert anyone not part of this game, to stay the hell away.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She stopped her footsteps, the light of the parking lot illuminating her as she leaned against it. The demon was a female, her brow shot up from curiosity and she felt a sense of wonder. She’d not met another female that was demonic, or another of her kind, the fallen that had been sent to learn a way back to their God’s side. She wondered which this female was. Was she in fact one that worked for Lucifer, or was she another that was on a mission to search for a way back through the Heavenly Gates?

The words that filled the night air, gave Isabelle the answer she had been wondering and she straightened herself up to her full height. “I can not leave you alone.” She told the night sky, her lips remaining closed as she searched to invade the woman’s head.

“I am here on a mission, one I am sure will be eventually dealing with you.”

Again no words fell from her lips as she began to walk away from the warehouses, her body tense, but not showing it. She casually made her way over the blacktop and the cars that were sparsely littering the lot. “Come now. . .if you wish not to show yourself, tell me your name, perhaps I can help you.”

Isabelle knew that was a far stretch, but she wanted to see her enemy, to gauge them and determine how much of a struggle it would be to bring the demon to her final reward, one that would keep her locked in the pits of Hell.

 

[RavenMaiden]

Danielle felt the voice pierce her thoughts again. She ground her teeth as she formed her response.

"Name's Danielle, and I'm really not interested in your mission. You've been offing my prey, and drawing more attention to our lot then I care for. Crawl back to your master before any more mortals figure out we exhist!"

Danielle crept along the alleyways searching for whoever was calling to her, blade at the ready. She gently ran her free hand along her shoulder, feeling the scar along the shoulderblade. Memories of her wings being torn out were clear as day again, she remembered when she fell.

They found her, taking her weapons first, then shredding her clothing. After that, they took her, she tensed her grip on the blade as the final insult came to her. They tore out her wings, and turned her into their own ilk.

Whoever this one was, she would regret coming to her city, one putrid little feather at a time.