The Descent Into the Unknown (Closed for Lotus_Maiden)

[TirithIre]

Kilian had been hiding for a very long time. The fall had happened centuries ago, and yet to him, it almost felt as though it had happened only yesterday. God had demanded that the angels bow to the humans, and whilst most did obediantly, there were a few like Kilian who refused. They had spoken out about the need to bow to such imperfect beings, and had become defiant.

It hadn't been the first time. First, god had decreed that angels would not explore the 'darker' of the emotions such as wrath, lust, sloth, gluttony, greed, envy and pride, and instead devote themselves to a selfless state of being. At first, such a decree seemed simple. After all why would one want to explore such things, but after time, curiosity had overcome them, and they had explored.

Finally, when they were told that the son of god was above them, they would take no more. Try as they might their voices were seemingly unheard of, and cast from the heavens Lucifer and his followers had gone. Down to the earth the angels fell, their wings un-clipped, but the fall turning such beautiful white, silver and grey wings into blackened wings. Kilian for one had not wished to fight, he had simply wished to go home.

Heaven's gates were locked to them though, and with time, resentment began to rise within him. He learned how to survive amongst the humans, and while some demons fought openly against the angels who God sent down, Kilian lived passively. He did not wish for death, not for he nor any other. The world of humans intrigued him, and having learned their 'rules', the demon had blended in quite well.

He understood that the battle between the angels and the fallen would never truly end, but for Kilian, he was quite content to simply live. He had explored the realms of lust, wrath and pride, much like an incubus Kilian took what he liked within this world. From time to time the Angels did fall, the battle raged eternally, lead by Lucifer, but there were others like Kilian who wanted nothing to do with the war, who wished that god was more understanding.

Yet after many centuries, that wish had simply dissapeared, replaced with a vile nature that hardened the heart and honed the skills of seduction as well as torment. The world was one crazy fucked up place, of that there was no doubt!

Kilian humanoid form

Kilian full Demon form

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil, 20-ish, a lost angelic warrior

Her eyes looked to the sky, searching for signs and listening for orders. Yet, Ayil found nothing but blueness. Since her descend more than a decade ago, she couldn’t see the golden gates nor hear other angels’ whispers. She didn’t fall from Heaven like Lucifer and his followers. On the contrary, she was sent by Him. As His warrior, she was to punish the exiles, the ones went against His will. The ones that were once like her, the truly fallen, the now known as demons.

Every now and then, warriors like her were sent to purge so the imperfect humans could live without the influence of demons. Yet the purge was unending. Angels descended one wave after another. Some was plucked from immortality and drifted to an eternal of nothingness. Some even joined Lucifer’s cause. A few remained among the human with their Grace tainted. With an imperfect soul, all they could do was to wait patiently and obediently for Heaven to welcome them home.

Ayil didn’t like to sit in idle however. She proactively tried to regain her way back to Heaven. She helped the sinful humans finding the right path. She went after the petty thieves, murderers, criminals of all sorts to provide them penance. When and if they refuse, she would do what warrior does best... terminated sins for the humans.

“That’s what God would have wants,” she told herself. Her eyes now lowered to her palms. “Maybe I’m not doing enough. These sinful humans aren’t enough. Maybe I’m to punish more demons. That was my orders.” She recalled the battle years ago; the one that she had witnessed many angels perished by the hands of the demons. The memory angered her. “UUUUGH!” she screamed out of frustration. She shouldn’t be angry; For wrath was one of the deadly sins. Yet, she couldn’t help it. Her Grace was truly damaged. She forced sin thoughts out of her mind and reminded herself of the virtues. She must serve Him and carryout his wishes.

Ayil jumped over the railing and landed almost soundlessly onto an empty back alley. With her pearly wings hidden, she looked like a normal red-head of the 21st century. She hadn’t age a day over 27 even though it had been more than ten years since she had donned on this human suit. Digging her hands into the jeans pocket, she headed toward the main street.

 

[TirithIre]

The communications between Heaven and the realm of earth were not quite as simple as some might have thought. The waves of angels which came sometimes lead to a mis-commmunication, and when the golden gates of heaven were closed, no one could hear the calls of the brothers of sisters between the worlds.

Kilian was aware that some angels had even come to join Lucifers cause, and while he was branded as a demon, he chose to avoid the war, the eternal battle between the god he had once called father, and the demon who he had once named as a brother. Angels were silly beings in his opinion though. They were sent down with the mission of culling the demons, and yet it was very much a case of being sent into enemy territory with no intelligence, being sent in blind.

Kilian had been heading down the main street of the city that she was in. His attire that day was casual, black pants with a simple white dress shirt. His black hair hung loosely around his eyes, which while around humans shone a brilliant deep green emerald hue, but when angered or engaged in a lustful act turned a hue of red and yellow, almost a fire within his soul at the injustice of it all.

Angels and demons could always sense one another, but he had stopped and was sitting beside the main sidewalk on a patio, having just been delivered a glass of a classic merlot wine. His eyes looked at the passing humans with mild interest. He hadn't been around the humans in a while, so for Kilian, it was good to get out. This was his home territory anyway, deep within the clutches of demonic territory. He felt no fear of angel reprisal here.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Her emerald eyes vigilantly watched every passerby as she strolled down the sidewalk. Her face was completely hidden under the white hoodie. Ayil was on high alert and felt abnormally unease today. Like yesterdays, she was hunting for a sinner, one filled with greed. He had ripped off hundreds, took their life saving, and confiscated their home as lateral payment. It was just like previous outreaches. She would find the person and see if they will truly repent. However, it was the first time in ten years that she returned to here. This was where she had fought with the angels against the demons. This was where her comrades had fell, and she miraculously had escaped escape. This was Mortuus Urbs, City of the Dead.

It reeked of demons, and spilled blood of the angels. She vowed to eradicate this hell on Earth once her Grace is fully restores. She still possessed the supernaturals but not as powerful nor had all of her abilities. A broken angel walking among a city of demons wasn’t the best strategic move. Yet her pride wouldn’t allow her do otherwise. She was God’s warrior, doing His will, and sent by Him to turn sinners. She wouldn’t allow memory of a lost battle, demonic territory, or anything else to stop her.

Ayil found the sinner; a man in his fifties with white balding head, short and stout sat by himself at the patio. His fat cheeks stuffed with a big chunk of rare steak. His stubbly fingers reached for the beer. Whether she was too focus or didn't care to acknowledge, she overlooked the demon a couple tables away.

She sat in front of the sinner. She demanded dryly, "Ask for forgiveness."

The old, filthy rich man stared at the red-head. "Woor arh ya?" he asked with a mouthful.

"You need forgiveness," she ordered once again. "You will pay for your sin."

He washed down the meat with a hearty gulp of beer. "Pay for my what? Look, missy, I ain't paying for noth---."

She grabbed and pinned his hand on the clothed table. "Then you shall rot in hell." Her eyes, still fully hidden under the hood, glowed white hot and stared right into his dull brown ones.

The man couldn't look away or blink. He stared dead ahead as his life flashed before him. His cheeks reddened, eyes bulged, heart raced. It went ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. ba-dum, faster and faster until it gave out. The lifeless man slumbed forward. His face hit the half-eaten plate of food before fell onto the ground. A woman at the next screamed and shouted for help while her husband tried to help the soulless sinner.

Ayil stood and backed away as the others surrounded the body with curiosity. They pointed, gossiped, and snapped pictures.

 

[TirithIre]

Mortuus Urbs was no place for an angel, certainly not in these days. The demons who controlled this city were old, and quite powerful. Tormenting and defiling angels was a favorite pass time for those within the fallen hosts ranks. The demons did not suffer anyone 'passing judgment' within the city.

As she sat down at the table, Kilian's eyes slid over to her. His senses picked up that she was more than what she appeared, his grip upon his glass tightening slightly. Watching her exchange with the human though, her brutal efficiency in exacting such vengeance upon the sinner was quite... well shocking to him, not because it had happened... Mortuus Urbs wasn't really the kindest of cities, but that she didn't even bother to actually give the human a chance to repent, she simply slaughtered him.

It was almost with demonic precision that she acted. Even as the humans panicked and screams arose, and even as she stepped away, he could see that he wasn't the only one to notice her supernatural actions. There were two other demons within the area, and neither one seemed too thrilled that an angel had struck out within their 'home turf'.

Kilian for his part stayed quietly to the side, though he had risen and moved into the shadows as the commotion had come to pass, but he continued to watch the woman. She was clearly an angel, but she seemed lost. He had no idea why he even cared, but he watched for now. A wrath demon approached from her right, a black dagger appearing in his hand, he was an assassin demon who would disable her and then take his time in torturing her to death.

From behind a pride demon was dressed sharply in a black tuxedo. The female demon seemed to be assessing the situation much like Kilian, though she would act when the wrath demon did. The angel had just brought upon her heap loads of trouble... something which wouldn't be as easy to handle as a mere human sinner. Especially since both demons weren't minor. The fallen angels who were attacking her were warrior demons, they knew how to fight, especially the wrath demon. At the moment, he was her greatest threat.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil was an angel but not a … domesticated one. She was taught obedience, trained to be a Heaven defender, and lived by the warrior ways. Even in an unwholesome state, she hadn’t lose her noesis. She felt eyes on her; not human ones, since they were still enthralled with the corpse. These gazes were supernatural, dark and venomous. She knew they were watching her every moves now. Maybe they had been watching her since her arrival, and she was too focused and blinded to notice then. She sensed the demons, the same way they had identified her. Despite how their differences, angels and demons shared a bond, a common thread that linked them in more ways than they’ll ever know.

Just as she rounded a corner, a dark blade came her at. She barely had time to dodge, tilting slightly to her left and getting a minor scratch the right side of her neck. A silver knife dropped from the sleeve of her jacket into her hand. She swung it around to parry the attacker’s second slash.

“Aeshma,” Ayil snarled the name as if there was shard in her mouth. The face of this demon had forever ingrained in her mind. He had tortured and killed many of her saint brothers and sisters. As if God answered her pray, she had wanted to find this wrath demon for and to give him the taste of his own sin.

Their blades clashed. Each slash determined to end one another. Aeshma might be an assassin, but Ayil was a desperate angel. Her moves were calibrated and executed with swift and precision. She channeled her rage in her swings and willed herself to attack and anticipate for his moves. The demon blocked the knee that was aimed at his abdomen. While he was occupied in that split second, she aimed her knife at his chest. His dagger deflected her attack. With another weapon appeared in her left hand at the last minute, she slashed it across his face. The blade not only gashed through his flesh, but also burnt the tissue on contact. He stumbled back a couple steps from the pain. The burn spread until the skin on his cheek peeled away.

Ayil smirked at the two-face demon, “Feel my wrath." She charged, twirling the hunting knives in both her hands and jumping into the air. She came down on Aeshma, who bought up his sword to block her weapons. Her weight crushed down and impelled his own blade into his flesh. The demon didn’t scream from pain. Maybe he didn’t have time because seconds later he was decapitated. His head hit the floor and wobbled before his body tumbled down. Dark, almost black, blood oozed and pooled around the demonic corpse.

A sinner’s soul and a demon’s head in one day... The path back into His arms was a lot shorter now, .... Right?

 

[TirithIre]

Kilian smirked ever so slightly as he watched the exchange. The humans attention was drawn to the dead body, but he along with Availa watched as Aeshma exchanged blows with the angel. " Impressive." He mused softly to himself. Not many angels survived very long against the wrath demon, but even as they fought, Kilian could see that the angel was already in a fall much further than simply from heaven.

She utilized rage and let wrath control her in order to give her strength, which was much more impressive than the usual chants to a god who wasn't even listening. There were whispers among the demons that god had completely closed off heaven even to those angels who DID stay loyal here upon the earth. Those were of course only whispers of hopeful demons... right?

Availa wasn't even angry when Aesthma heads hit the ground, though there WERE other demons in the area, Kilian knew that if this went much further, the angel would be overwhelmed and Mortuus Urbs would run with fresh angels blood. Yet Kilian stepped forwards, his eyes simply looking to her as his hands hung by his sides.

" Well that's quite impressive, Aesthma isn't the easiest to kill. He could see that she was about to turn and strike at him though, and whispered, a soft voice that carried over the wind. " If you don't want the legions of demons to come crashing down upon you, you will come with me." He had spoken with silvertongue, a supernatural ability which allowed his voice to carry to the intended target.

Availa's eyebrow quirked, but she still had yet to move. The well tailored suit she wore would not be splattered with angel blood today, but she could hear the other demons coming. Kilian held out his hand to Ayil though palm upturned. " Come with me, or twenty demons will be upon you within a moment." He was deadly serious, and she could sense that she was about to be overwhelmed.

She really did have two choices. Take the hand of a demon, or stay here and die in a very slow, torturous death. Her 'fight for god' would have to be waylaid at least for a while if she wanted it to not end here.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Her chest heaved up and down with each breath while her eyes still glared at Aeshma the headless. Instead decaying like human flesh, the demon’s corpse slowly disintegrated. A veil of black smoke swathed the body. Her eyes softened, almost remorseful as she watched the demise of the once-angel, her once-brethren. Why? Why must they fight? What were they fighting for? Surely if the demons repent and embrace their virtues once again, Heaven would welcome them home. Then again, what of her?

Just as Ayil had steadied her breathing, another demon appeared. Her adrenaline rose once again. She welded her weapons to strike but stopped short because of his soundless warning. She didn’t recognize this dark-hair demon, but his words were true. Demon scents were overwhelming and suffocating.

Ayil wanted to smirk. Regardless if it was twenty or twenty thousand demons, she would take them down one by one in the name of God. She wanted to make a stand, revenge for her lost comrades, and deliver these demons to Him. She wanted to show them that angels are superior than the fallens. Her pride tugged at her. Auspiciously, her humility was still intact. She knew this will be a fruitless battle if she stays.

She squared her shoulders and looked straight at the demon before her. “If this is a trick, I’ll make sure you reunite with Aeshma,” she warned. Even if it was a trap, the angel figured one-on-one fight would favor her more than one-to-twenty. Ayil held both her weapons in one hand, holding them behind her back to safeguard as well as hiding the blood on her forearm. She had minor bruises and wounds from the previous fight, but the deep gash on her arm was most severe. With the good one, she reluctantly took the offered hand.

 

[TirithIre]

Kilian almost smirked at the fact that she was willing to die here just to kill a few more demons. After all it wasn't as though he was lying... and she was in the middle of Mortuus Urbs, there was no saving her from the demons wrath, especially with the death of Aeshma. She had to know that remaining there would only mean her death, and by the same token that by dying, she would be doing no more of the lords work.

He wasn't all that surprised when she agreed to go with him, and her veiled threats really didn't mean much to him. The name of god meant nothing here. As she did move to follow him though he couldn't help but roll his eyes. " Yes, you and every other angel who has every come and gone has said the same thing. Do you people read off an invisible script?" He asked dryly, even as he lead the way into a darker corner.

" Oh wait, I know the answer to that, you do." He remarked, though he looked slightly to her. " I was just like you, eons ago." The sounds of the humans were dissapearing, the sounds of the streets fading away. Left, right, under a bridge, ducking and weaving he lead her on an impossibly complex path. Sometimes it felt as though she was being lead around in circles. Yet still sounds seemed to slowly dissapear, until they came to a door.

Knocking three times, and then twice more followed by a single rap upon the door, it cracked open and he pushed her inside just as the sounds of snarling demons began to come from the nearby alleyway. Once inside, she could see that they were in the entry way of what would appear to be a brothel.

" Put the daggers on the counter. There are no weapons alllowed here." He directed her, she seeing a beautiful yet rather bored looking female demon who was looking rather expectantly at her. Kilian hadn't said much further than his poignant comment about being like her once throughout the escape, but that was for the best. He waited patiently for her to do as he directed.

" I mean, you can keep them, but you go right back outside, and by now the hounds have tracked your scent to the nearby alley. So you'd be facing the same enemy you followed me to avoid." He pointed out.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil glared at the demon, who was rolling his eyes and jeering dryly. She didn’t protest or defend against his mockery. It was … belittling to do so. He was helping her; at least as he claimed to be at this moment. She wouldn’t be surprise if there’s hidden motive behind his lending hand. Demons weren’t known help the need without repayment; crossroad demon, wealth and fame for a soul, and the likes. She didn’t expect him to be any different. She was jaded. At one hand, the lost angel was content being led away from a losing battle. On the other, at what price she must pay once she gets to safety?

She remained quiet as she followed him. She glanced back and forth between their joined hands, up at him and their dark isolated path. Where they going in circles? Was this some sort of funny trickery? Just when she was about to question, they stopped in front of a doorstep. He rapped the secret knocks on the door and then led them in. Once the door closed behind them, she immediately slipped her hand from his grip. Her lucid eyes assessed the area. It was … “a whorehouse? This is your idea of safe haven?” she questioned, smirking and shaking her head.

Ayil met the horned female demon's glare while he directed to give up her weapons. She protested, “Not over my dead wi---.”

“...you go right back outside, and by now the hounds have tracked your scent to...”

It was her turn to roll her eyes while she snarled with discontentment. Though two options laid before her, one was already chosen for her; just like when she had to follow the demon to safety. She released the daggers into her hands and then slammed them onto the counter. “Don’t get them dirty,” she warned the horned one, who eyed the gleaming silvery daggers with great interest.

Ayil looked back at the male demon, crossing her arms over her chest and questioning like a sore child who just lost a game of tic-tac-toe, “Now what?”

 

[TirithIre]

Kilian smirked at her recognition of the place, but even more so at her attitude. He almost had forgotten how much angels were with their holier than thou attitude, it was somewhat refreshing to see it again. Many demons would have either jumped on her and taken great pleasure in dragging her death out as long as possible, but Kilian had other reasons to 'save her'.

As she had that look that said that she was about to broach the purpose of the path, he would have responded that it was a hidden path, and only those who knew the way could find it. The city of the dead was strife with it's mysteries, and only when you knew those mysteries could you actually move past it. He kept that to himself however since she hadn't asked.

As she pointed out the nature of the place he smirked. " It's not as though there are many safe places in Mortuus Urbs." He replied, though he shrugged. " Now, we are free to go into the whore house." He replied matter of factly, and moving past the central door, he nodded to the demoness before he entered. Beyond was what one would expect, a heap load of demons who were all in various states of booths, each booth having a table and a pole, and with each table a beautiful succubus was dancing, enticing those within.

It was truly a place of sin, but Kilian turned to her. " Whore houses are safe havens for all. They may despise you, but so long as you remain, they will not strike at you. Come, we will find a room, it will be a few days until I am able to figure out how to get you out of this alive." He headed for a booth for now, pulling her along as she passed so many displays of lustful wanton eroticism.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil followed closely behind the demon. She felt awkward and uneasy without her weapons. It was like she’s naked for everyone to see. On the contrary, there were a bunch of clothless demons, baring all for them to admire behind the central door. She expected nothing less showy for a whorehouse. It was a little under-dress for a demon nest actually. She made an unsolicited comment, “Lust. She sure made her footprint here.”

Her eyes fixed up at his when he turned to her. “Wait.” She went to grab his arm; instead stopping him, he dragged her on. The unimaginable displays of erotica flashed in her peripheral as she questioned, “This is it? This is your plan? Wait in a whorehouse to think of the next move? How do you ensure those who after me won’t barge in? I now have nothing to defend.” She sounded more alarm than ungrateful. “Isn’t there secret tunnel? An abandon back door? A discreet way out? Aren’t you demons full of secrets and trickery?”

As soon as she heard her own words, she realized something. “Stop!” She yanked his arm back until they both halted. “Who are you? What’s it for you? You know what I am. Why are you helping me?” she asked in one breath. On the hindsight, she should have post these questions before followed a random demon deep into a brother...

 

[TirithIre]

Kilian looked to her with a slight chuckle as she finally seemed to realize where she was, and what she had done. It surely had made sense at the time considering the high pressured state of the moment, but these things probably should have been asked before she had gone with him.

As she made the unsolicited comment though he nodded. " That's true, it's the better part of the world. Demons may kill one another for power, but only humans kill each other in cold blood for no reason, and yet his grace still forgives them." He remarked bitterly, though he added. " I helped you because you remind me of myself when I was young." He admitted, though he finally yanked his arm free and instead grabbed hers and pulled her down into one of the booths.

" Some demons are just that, demons created out of rage anger and spite." He mused, though he added. Some though are the fallen brothers and sisters. Like Lucifer, I fell from the heavens for refusing to bow to his son, nor to the humans. We are his children, not the decrepit experiment that he decided to wring out upon this planet." He growled, though he again caught himself and shook his head.

" I am Kilan. I was once a guardian angel who sought to help others. I guarded the gates of heaven alongside Peter, and for a human, that is one I respected." He replied honestly, though he shrugged. " My plan, is that we are going to lay low. Even if I took you down the path's and secret ways right now, there is a very good chance that we would be caught and killed." He pointed out.

" Therefore, we are going to wait." He replied matter of factly. " We are going to need to get you some new clothes. Yours stink of angel." He grumbled softly. " You know, instead of being such a bitch, you could start with thank you." He pointed out.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil thought over his bitter remark. After all these years living among the humans, she had seen their evil ways, fragile minds, and constant struggles. She too had wondered why. Why were they being allowed into heaven? Why were their sins wipe clean just at a hint of remorse? Why these imperfect creatures were allow living freely? All her questions were answered with one simple word, faith. She believed He has a reason behind all these. Even if she didn’t or couldn’t comprehend his plan, she still had faith in Him. She would continue to follow His orders and carry His wills.

Once he stated his reason for helping her, she added with sarcasm and shock, “A demon with compassion. Ha!” She was then grabbed and pulled into another booth.

So he was a fallen angel, a bitter one at that. She didn’t retort to his discontent about the humans, for she had none. Again, she too saw the humans are lower being yet they are treated with utmost care. However, it was His master plan; and she was raise and groom to follow.

Her fists balled tightly when he mentioned Peter. That so-called keeper of Pearly Gates hadn’t been answering her beckon or showering her the way home. “Killian the gatekeeper,” she muttered. His name did ring a bell but she didn’t remember him guarding the gates. It must meant he had fallen much, much before she was allowed to roam.

She face turned bright red when he called her being a bitch. She had indeed exhibited nothing but distrust, complaint and unappreciative. She turned away and mumbled like there was glass in her mouth, “Thank you.” She continued to follow him with lesser resistance now. She even offered information without being asked, “I’m Ayil, a warrior of the Powers. I was sent here over ten years ago. I’ve been searching for the path home ever since.” She spoke softly, enough for only the demon next to her to hear. “Don't you miss Heaven?”

 

[TirithIre]

Kilian looked to her as she seemed to rest so much within that singular word. Faith. It certainly was powerful, on both fronts. While at one time he would have considered himself to never question gods master plan, he had begun to within his own mind. Being the gatekeeper had lead him to see all the humans fault, and if god would create such a creature of imperfection... did that mean as well that he himself was imperfect?

As she said that with such sarcasm and shock though Kilian's eyes blazed with a fiery anger. " Just because you view all demons as disgusting vile creatures does not make us all so. We are the fallen, those who fell rather than bow to the son of a human woman." He turned his face away as he caught himself.

" Ayil, a beautiful name." He admitted, though he nodded. " The way home is locked." He announced matter of factly. As she said thank you though he relaxed ever so slightly, and as she asked him that, he looked to her. " Heaven is my home. Of course I miss it. I will not go back there however." He announced matter of factly even as the erotic sights continued all around them.

" I refuse to bow, and while god called it arrogance, I believe he was threatened by what he saw within us, that we would not be simple sheep of his army." He replied just as softly, but he looked to her. " Besides, certainly being among the world has shown you that there is more than simple faith." He pointed out, hoping she wasn't THAT blind as to turn her eyes away from even that truth.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil stared with stupor when responded to her sarcasm with fiery anger. It was the first time he shown emotion since the rescue. He had been calm and indifference; it was unexpected to see this other side of him.

She blushed slightly and silently when he complimented on her name. She then confessed, “Ita, it’s locked to me as well,” Her eyes lowered to her feet to hide the shame. She rose them just as he looked to her. “So your pride is keeping you here?”

She lowered her sight once again as she thought on his last statement. “I see the struggles and sins of many. Even if they don’t realize it, they need to be saved. Hence, He send us to rid these world of sins,---” She looked up at him. “---of demons.

You and I don’t belong here. We’re created to be at His side. Why can’t we all return home and be wholesome? Are such things like this that worth it?” She opened her arms, pointing at the lustful scenes around them. There were moaning, sucking, pulling, pushing, screaming and banging. Demons of two, three, group huddled together and pleasured one another.

 

[TirithIre]

He looked over to her as she blushed slightly, and even as she confessed, he nodded to her, though he shrugged. " Then we aren't quite as different as you might like to think." He remarked. Even as she rose her eyes to look to him, he laughed gently even as a glass of red wine came to the table for him.

" No. My pride was what caused me to fall, and though I would never bow to the humans, I understand that god does as he will. However the war has gone on too long. The imprint Lucifer and the others has stained the way in blood, causing god to turn his head away." He remarked, though as she said that about the sins, he shook his head.

" Today, you did not even give the man a true chance to repent. You simply struck him down. You claim to save them, but your actions do not match your words." He remarked. As she said that though he laughed. " Demons, we were not created from the sins. The sins have existed since his creation of the world. Before that all time and space meant nothing, and we simply were." He mused, though he sighed.

Looking out over the others though he smirked. " I don't know, you would have to ask the one woman in the center, she was an angel until not so long ago." He pointing out a beautiful redheaded woman. his eyes seeming to point to her.

" No one forced her to fall from the heavens, she chose to leave. God would not have you know that there is more to existence than servitude." He mused though he added. " Besides, have you felt what she has felt? do you know what she knows?" He challenged gently.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

"Yet, we are on opposiet sides that fight for different philosophy," she commented when he remarked that they aren't that different. She tensed, fists readied to spring when a lesser demon approached them. He retreated after deposited the wine glasses. She stared at hers like a cup of poison.

“You were already spying on me before Aeshma?” She questioned even though she wasn’t too surprised. She had walked right into a demon’s nest after all. She defended when he talked about the sinner, “I released him from a sinful life. How is that not saving? The longer he lives, the darker his soul will be tainted. If he truly wanted repent, he wouldn’t need to think about it. It should have come to him naturally. My method might be different than those who offer and wait for the human to see the right path over time; it’s still the same concept.

Her sight followed toward the woman that his eye pointed out. As if Ayil had look into a mirror, the redhead had strong resemblance of herself. She glared back Killian, retorted to his challenge, “You know that I do not feel or know. We shared a bond in Heaven, but I’m not, as human called it, a psychic. What are you proving, Killian?”

 

[TirithIre]

Kilian had to chuckle, but he shrugged. " I am more one to live as he lives for the sake of living. I for one do not see the point in slaughtering my own brothers and sisters." He replied matter of factly, though as she tensed so, he had to chuckle. " Honestly? He's a minor demon... you would have him dead in a moment if it was a war. What do you feel threatened by?" He mused thoughtfully, but he looked to her.

As she said that though he had to smile. " Truth be told, I was in the cafe having a morning coffee when you arrived and promptly turned a peaceful morning into a very hazardous one." He remarked. Even as she seemed to be flustered that there were others besides demons who chose to fall, but as she said that he shrugged.

" I am simply proving that you are blind. A long time ago I was blind as well, but I opened my eyes and saw that there was more than what I had been told there was. Sheep follow blindly, it is the rougher and less traveled road that leads to the true riches." He remarked, though she simply seemed lost to his words.

" What I am 'proving' Ayil, is that you should consider the truth, that you are here, alone, and that I have chosen to help you. I have no nefarious motive, although I do have one price for my help." He admitted as he looked to her. " A single kiss. It will be up to you if you wish to feel more, but that is my price for helping you live in the city of the dead." He spoke clearly and simply, wanting her to understand that that was his price.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

“First thing I’ve learned from humans is never let your guard down. Or one will fall like Caesar, Qin, Abel to name a few. YOU might not have it in you to kill, but you can’t say that about all other demons.”

Ayil smirked when he explained his original purpose at the café.

“Ah, I see differently. You are the blind one in my eyes. It takes discipline and strong will to follow without reserve and regret,” she jabbed, implying he was weaker and needed to repent himself. “If it’s sheepish to follow our Father, then a sheep I shall be,” she confessed with pride.

“A kiss?” she muttered. Her glare filled with doubt and suspicion. She fell silence and thought over the price. It sounded simple enough, yet she suspected and expected something more behind the kiss. Was his lips laced with venom? Did the kiss bind with a spell? Surely it had to have some sort of unforeseeable nefarious motive. Then again, she did have a debt to pay. He did pulled her out from a pinch. She couldn’t decide what she disliked more, being saved by a demon or owing a demon a favor. “I do not want to live her. If you can truly help me get out of Mortuus Urbs, then---.” She took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly, facing him and lowering her arms to her sides. “---Come. Collect your price. Kiss me.”

Even though her voice was soft, but that didn’t mean there aren’t eavesdroppers. A few demons, patrons and dancers, locked their sight on them. They watched and anticipated for the kiss with high interest.

 

[TirithIre]

He smirked slightly as she named off the names of human leaders who had been betrayed by their own brethren in the past and nodded. " Oh that's true, though I am sure the lesser demon there was pissing his pants much more than anyone in the place." He remarked with a chuckle, bemused by her actions.

He simply looked to her as she said that he was weak. " No." He replied forcibly, his voice seeming to carry a weight with it of knowledge. " It takes strength to open one's eyes, to see the truth." He replied simply, his gaze solid upon hers. It seemed that their disagreement over who was weak would never be solved, but he wasn't quite as much of a pushover as she might have thought.

As she said that though he looked to her as she seemed to contemplate his price. There was no poison upon his lips, no magic that would bind her to him, it was simply going to be... a kiss. As she took her precious deep breath and lowered her arms, he smiled faintly. " You look like a lamb ready for slaughter, relax." He replied.

He moved though and reaching out with one hand, the tips of his fingers traced over the side of her face, his fingers soft and gentle as they followed the curve of her jawline. Finally securing themselves behind her neck he pulled her to himself and leaning in, he looked into her eyes for a long moment before he pressed his lips to hers.

A soft, yet persistent kiss, he did nothing magical with it, although his natural supernatural state of being was seductive, the kiss would 'lower her guard', especially since she had granted permission, he took the kiss slowly, building it as he 'made her' explore that simple yet persistent act of desire.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil indeed felt like a lamb on a slaughter board. She didn’t find the analogy amusing like he did however. She had to stop herself from slapping his hand away when he reached out to touch her face. His fingers felt like feather grazing over her skin. It fought resistance-reflex and allowed him to pull her closer, closing the dead space between them.

Her green eyes stared into his emeralds, seeing her own reflection among them. While hers filled with tension and unease, his were mellow, seductive, and smiling. Then he sealed their lips silently. She cringed at first, pinching her lips and clenching her fists. While her mouth was rigid like ice, his was burning hotly. The torch slowly melted through her guard. Her lips softened, parted even within the second. Before she knew it, her eyes was closed and hand was grabbing onto his shirt. The longer they kissed, she seemed to want more. Even if his mouth wasn’t toxic, it was definitely captivating. Without realizing it, she kissed him back.

The other watchful demons snickered. Some even cheered and egged them on. The noises broke Ayil trance of lust. Her eyes opened, and hand pushed him away. She would pull her head back and break their kiss if he would allow it. Not that she couldn’t overpower his hand on her neck, but she wouldn’t try too hard to resist.

 

[TirithIre]

He felt how rigid and unsuspecting that she was, and simply let out the briefiest of sighs. Even as her eyes did harden, seeming to be unwilling to accept that she might just enjoy this action, he simply took control of her lips, kissing her deeply, sealing his lips as he certainly did do his best to melt her frozen stance.

He could feel the fruits of his actions though and even as she realized that she had been captivated by a simple kiss, he felt her hand press at him. As she moved to begin to try and resist the kiss, Kilian pulled her back to him, their lips having parted for half a second at the most before he was kissing her again, much more fervently than he had the moment before. His tongue grazed the outsides of her yielding lips, and even as some of the others egged and cheered him on, he ignored them.

Instead he focused on Ayil, his lips and tongue coaxing hers to let go of her fear and hatred, waking the womanly parts of her which while her mind might try to fight, her body would crave and desire more of!

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Ayil fought when he pulled her back in this time. However, the resistance was short lived. His kiss got bolder and more explicit. His tongue outlined and parted her lips. It found hers. She couldn’t help but to … duel with it. Their tongues went at it, forcing one another back into the other one’s mouth. Her hand was no longer pushing and pulling on him. Both cupped his face instead.

The angel was fighting a different battle now. One that didn’t require weapons nor magic. It was a battle of mind vs matter. Her inner voice advised her to stop. She was kissing... lusting for a demon. Yet her body wouldn’t cease. She lost to a moment of heat. She must had been so tainted by the humans after all these years that her mind gotten weaker. Without her Grace, she didn’t have enough Will to fight against this sin.

Was this how the angels fall? Their mind washed away and lived on physical instinct. Was this how demons prey on her brethren? Was she falling into their trap? What was she now? Still a lost angel or a truly fallen one? Was she now one of them...one of the demons?

NO! Her voice screamed in her head. She peeled her lips back, but didn’t attempt to pull away. Her eyes searched for his and questioned, “What. What did you do to me?” She was certain Killian the demon had to have done something to her other than just a ‘simple kiss.’

 

[TirithIre]

He felt the fight, just as he felt the surrender as he found her lips. His tongue was coaxing, daring her to fight back, and on instinct he could feel how her own tongue took to the challenge, how she surrendered herself to the sensations. Even as her hands cupped his face and she relegated herself to the fact that she was indeed enjoying the kiss, he shifted his lips and fought with hers delightfully.

As she managed to peel her lips back, he looked to her calmly, that same serenity yet intensity as she questioned that. " I kissed you." He stated matter of factly, his eyes on hers. " There is no magic within what I just did, I didn't corrupt you with toxins or poisons." He was stripping away any reason that she might have to be able to relinquish what had just happened.

" I kissed you, and you kissed me back." He purred, though he added. " I am going to kiss you again Ayil, and you aren't going to stop me." He said it as though it was a forgone conclusion, and it was because in the next moment his grip tightened further, his lips seeking hers as in the process he pressed her back, forcing her to lean back into the cushions of the booth as his lips demanded hers, the fire not leaving him.

He wasn't letting her run from this... the fire of passion and lust was being seeded so firmly within her that it would be impossible for her to relieve without pursuing this even more. There was no escape from herself after all. This was her 'fate', but she didn't have to run from it... no, Ayil could tell that Kilian was seducing her. It wasn't something that was truly a battle though.

After all, the only true one she was 'hurting' was herself by denying her own feelings.