The Fallen(Open for One)

[AngelofDeath]

Several millennia ago Dessa had made a hard choice, siding with her maker or siding with her brethren angels. What most humans didn't understand was that God or at least the Christian one was as benevolent as he was cruel and malevolent. His first creation the angels were not afforded the free will he had given to his precious humans. While it had been Lucifer who had pushed for them to to be equal to the those they were to serve and protect, dissension had been brewing from day one. Unlike the other Gods and Goddess, Yaweh did not share. Not power and certainly not worship. It was why he had set out to make humans of his own, separate from what already existed in the world.

This had not set well with the angels. Some simply accepted it, but others obviously had not. To refuse His word was to invite punishment or destruction. It truly was His way or no way. Dessa had struggled with her choice for many years before things came to a head and Lucifer appeared with his army. In the end she had stepped down from His side, something Micheal and the other archangels had tried to stop, violently. The battle had been long and bloody, many angels had died as a result.

She could still remember the screams as angels on both sides were cut down by a brother or sister. Angelic blood had rained down from heaven in buckets.

In the end, they lost. Lucifer was punished for many years before he and his flock were cast down. It was one thing to betray your maker, and another to betray your lover in the same blow. Only Dessa was spared from being cast into the pit. No, hers was a fate far worse because she had stepped from His side and struck down her fellow Archangels to do so. God had cast her down to the mortal realm. To live among them, but to be apart from them as well. Unseen to all but the saved, the damned and other creatures of supernatural origin. The pain of realizing she would find no comfort, no friends down on earth was worse than the burning pain of being cast from Heaven's light. As she fell to earth her very being burned with a fire hotter than the very depths of Hell. Her wings had been been stained with smoke and blood, the white feathers replaced with those of crimson and black, tipped with gold. Her holy glow was gone as well, halos were a human invention. Eyes that had been a glowing ice blue were now the color of the sea in the storm. Dessa's hair was an all too perfect mix of red and gold, something even the most skilled of hair stylists would be unable to reproduce. It had taken her all of a day to realize no one could see or hear her and two decades to come to grips with that and the fact she could not die.

What made it all the worse was the look on Lucifer's face when he first found her. The pity in those emerald green eyes had been too much to bear. For all his power he could not pull her from the limbo that was her existence and because she could not bear to see such pity and remorse in his eyes or the eyes the other fallen, that Dessa had pleaded with them to not seek her out to comfort her. So she spent her existence wandering the world, seeing things from a lower perspective as it were. When His son had sacrificed himself for his father's ideals she had a shed a tear. Unlike the other Gods who were content to let others worship as they pleased, He wanted to be the sole ideal for all mankind. As times changed so did His grip on the mortals. First to science and then again in the modern age, when many began to worship the old religions again. It made Dessa smile, though it did nothing to free her from her bondage. Over the years Dessa had made friends with those who could see and hear her, but after all, having a truly invisible friend lost its charm, especially when the visible friend was by all standards, insane. She couldn't affect things around her so it made true interaction, limited and frustrating.

So now here she was sitting at the café in the busy downtown area watching the various street vendors. It was a nice warm summer day and everyone in New Orleans was out enjoying it. Dessa had never really understood how it worked but whenever she sat down someplace, mortals would instinctively shy away, so thankfully she had never been sat on or in. To the supernatural she was solid to the touch but not to mortals. Yahweh had a sick sense of humor and she had cursed him for it many a time, until her throat was raw. She knew He heard her but didn't care. And He would stay unmoved until she crawled back begging forgiveness. Hell would freeze over and Lucifer would suddenly become interested in women long before that happened.

The one upside was that Dessa had no need for food or drink, one small mercy from her lord. That didn't stop her from craving it though. The smells coming from the various eateries made her wish she could just sample all of it. Sighing she shook her head and looked around. If anyone could see her they would just see a young woman dressed in black jeans and a dark blue blouse. Her hair was swept back from her face highlighting the sharp features of her face. If they looked close enough they would be able to also see the longing in her eyes. For what they wouldn't know without knowing her, but would be clear something or someone was missing from her life. Since there was no need for her wings to be free they were hidden inside of her. A handful of local artists were busy setting up their paintings to catch the attention of those passing by. They were all talented really, the only difference between them and those who had work hanging in galleries, was an agent and someone willing to be their patron in the art world. Curiosity getting the better of her Dessa got up and went to look at the various paintings. Even though she could not buy any of them it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy their beauty.

(open for one male character. Pm first)

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Fred had been kind of an outcast since how long he could remember. Childhood had been terrible, being left aside almost always. From then on he had taken the habit to build his own little world from his imagination. he was talking with strange beings and so on. He took care not to let it being too obvious of course. But as the years went on and on he found himself ever more taken into his own world and out of the normal one.
Tenneage years were even more bad, as he was bullied more than it should be possible. He had dated less girls than anyone else around, even the greatest nerds.
He entered the world of working and having a job without real diploma or something allowing him to make a good living. Not that he was dumb. Fred was intelligent. But he never took interest at school. As time had passed, his world had come to life. it seemed that the beings he talked to as a child were real. It seemed thay had a life of their own. It was as if they were real and that he was the only one able to see them. Once or twice he even came to talk with some of them, in a very strange and disturbing experience. He learned that he wasn't the only one, but that the ones like him were rare among the world. So he decided to hide his talent.
Fred's life changed when he inherited a large fortune form an aunt who left him her large old house and a comfortable amount of money. He wouldn't have to work and so could focus on the strange experiences he was able to do. And he translated that into paintings. He made large paintings with a strange feeling about them. There was always something in his work that made people feel strange, and that was the reason he never found an agent or a galery for them. Not that he had a need to sell them for a living.
So he used to set on the large place in downtown with other local artists. On that sunny day, he took his stuff and installed it, sitting on his chair besides a choice of his paintings.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Dessa took her time going from set up to set up. Looking at what humans were capable of creating was one of the few pleasures she had in this existence of hers. Part of her wish Yahweh had made her human so she could fully appreciate such work in the confines of her own home. Of course had he done that, she likely would have died centuries ago. Then again considering what had happened with Lilth she could have been left to wander the mortal realm never to die and blocked from Heaven and Hell.

Her eyes eventually lead to the man set just slightly apart from the rest. While the others tended to paint the typical landscapes and portraits his were different. Darker. She moved closer to study each one he'd set up for passing people to see. Once you looked past the dark subject it was obvious he did have talent and skill. The brushstrokes were so precises. "So dark, and yet so moving."

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Fred stood up form his chair as a young woman approached his pantings. He saw that she seemed really interested in his work, she had not stopped long at any of the other artists. And she came closer than she usually did. besides, she was really cute. Not a front-page model beauty, but something far deeper, far more complicated, far more special. It seemed strange that no other man really turned his gaze on her as everyone usually did with beautiful women, as if this one didn't appeal to the eyes of men. But Fred's eyes were caught.

- Good morning, he said with a smile. Anything you find interesting?