"Yes!" Camael shouted, her cool slipping from her grasp. "I am the Creator's flaming sword. I am the one delivers the judgement He has passed." She gestured towards Abaddon. She still couldn't remember him, so either he was lying or something had happened to that bit of Camael's memory. While the former is very likely, the demon's confidence in his words shook Camael. If the latter were the truth... No, it couldn't be.
"Tell me, demon, who was responsible for your downfall? Who wielded the sword if it wasn't me?"
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Call me Spencer not my real name. I'm 17 years old, from the Philippines, pansexual, a Journalism student, and a generally badass person, if I do say so myself.
I roleplay in any genre, as long as it's a plot that I'm interested in and can grasp easily. I mostly play females, but can sometimes play males. If you wanna 1x1, I really wanna do some fxf plots. :>
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When the King's messenger arrived at her house, Lux was already walking out with all her equipment. She'd held out a hand, awaiting the King's summons, which surprised the messenger. He was smart enough not to comment on it, though, nor dkd he comment about the young seer's abode. It was a small, rundown cottage, looking as if the forest had claimed it as its own. Lux had never really cared much for the look of her house. What was important for her was that she had four walls and a roof.
Lux motioned for the messenger to jump down from his horse to accomodate for her short stature. He did so, and that was a fatal mistake. Lux had already seen his action and had maneuvered to jump on his horse the moment he left the saddle. She ignored the man's protests and instead urged the horse on, riding in the direction of the King's palace. She'd only seen the King calling for her and some others, but his intentions were still unknown to her. Was there a threat looming in the distance? Had Lux missed it when she had her blindfold on? Did that fatal mistake cost the entire kingdom everything? She was determined to find out.
The castle was magnificent, but Lux didn't care much for it. She'd approached the gate where two guards had their spears and swords drawn. It was to be expected. She was an unidentified person riding on the back of a palace horse. She'd forsaken their messenger, and that meant she was a threat. Or at least, that was how the guards perceived her to be. She jumped off the horse and took off the hood of her red cloak, allowing her silver hair to flow freely in the wind. "Lux Pyreash," she announced as she held up the letter, showing the guards the rune held within. The guards immediately backed down, but asked where their messenger was. Lux simply smirked and pushed her way through, ignoring their further questioning. She stalked through the castle halls, using her ability to determine which path to take. She knew there would already be a few people in the King's throne room.
She joined them, entering the room with a small bow. "Greetings."
Lux motioned for the messenger to jump down from his horse to accomodate for her short stature. He did so, and that was a fatal mistake. Lux had already seen his action and had maneuvered to jump on his horse the moment he left the saddle. She ignored the man's protests and instead urged the horse on, riding in the direction of the King's palace. She'd only seen the King calling for her and some others, but his intentions were still unknown to her. Was there a threat looming in the distance? Had Lux missed it when she had her blindfold on? Did that fatal mistake cost the entire kingdom everything? She was determined to find out.
The castle was magnificent, but Lux didn't care much for it. She'd approached the gate where two guards had their spears and swords drawn. It was to be expected. She was an unidentified person riding on the back of a palace horse. She'd forsaken their messenger, and that meant she was a threat. Or at least, that was how the guards perceived her to be. She jumped off the horse and took off the hood of her red cloak, allowing her silver hair to flow freely in the wind. "Lux Pyreash," she announced as she held up the letter, showing the guards the rune held within. The guards immediately backed down, but asked where their messenger was. Lux simply smirked and pushed her way through, ignoring their further questioning. She stalked through the castle halls, using her ability to determine which path to take. She knew there would already be a few people in the King's throne room.
She joined them, entering the room with a small bow. "Greetings."
Elizabeth Fontaine
Beth took hold of her broom with one hand, and used the other to throw the Quaffle towards Tessa, knowing she'd be able to catch it with no problem. This practice would be extremely helpful for Beth. She had speed down, but she hadn't been able to practice passing the Quaffle around as she didn't really have anyone to practice with at home. She supposed that was a downside of being a muggle-born. Although she could have visited Jasper during break and trained with him, but she'd actually wanted to spend time with her parents. She'd helped her father with his new album, and that had been plenty fun.
"Oh," Beth gasped, snapping out her musings. She shot a cheeky smile towards Tessa, thankful that she hadn't missed catching the Quaffle despite having her head in the clouds. She could think about her parents later. Now, she needed to focus on the feeling of the wind against her skin and the rush of racing with her teammate.
They passed the Quaffle back and forth between them while maintaining the playful race. Jasper cut through them, laughing loudly all the while, but Beth wasn't one to be deterred. She'd maneuvered past him, punching his shoulder as she did so. "That's what you get," she shouted back with a chuckle. She turned back to Tessa. "We're almost half-way through the race, T. You ready to lose?" She stuck her tongue out at the girl before flying ahead.
Beth took hold of her broom with one hand, and used the other to throw the Quaffle towards Tessa, knowing she'd be able to catch it with no problem. This practice would be extremely helpful for Beth. She had speed down, but she hadn't been able to practice passing the Quaffle around as she didn't really have anyone to practice with at home. She supposed that was a downside of being a muggle-born. Although she could have visited Jasper during break and trained with him, but she'd actually wanted to spend time with her parents. She'd helped her father with his new album, and that had been plenty fun.
"Oh," Beth gasped, snapping out her musings. She shot a cheeky smile towards Tessa, thankful that she hadn't missed catching the Quaffle despite having her head in the clouds. She could think about her parents later. Now, she needed to focus on the feeling of the wind against her skin and the rush of racing with her teammate.
They passed the Quaffle back and forth between them while maintaining the playful race. Jasper cut through them, laughing loudly all the while, but Beth wasn't one to be deterred. She'd maneuvered past him, punching his shoulder as she did so. "That's what you get," she shouted back with a chuckle. She turned back to Tessa. "We're almost half-way through the race, T. You ready to lose?" She stuck her tongue out at the girl before flying ahead.
"Stop right there, man," Alex half-shouted. She was having a migraine with the sudden onslaught of people. The loud mouthed lady was obviously a shifter, and the man had confirmed his status as well, but she needed to see. "You can shift right here, right now. No one's around that isn't a shifter." The animals around and the random people suddenly popping up. The aura that surrounded them screamed of being a shifter. Besides, Alex was certain that there wouldn't be some random mundane person wandering around the zoo.
But obviously, the man was still quite hesitant to shift until someone else shifted too. Alex sighed, already resigning herself to fate. She began to strip, quickly, in the middle of the desolate zoo. She was a shifter, and sometimes that meant having to strip in front of a huge group of people. Okay, maybe not, but she didn't really want to ruin her clothes and she wasn't leading the man to the woods without further confirming his being a shifter, so this was the best thing she could think of. Stark naked, Alex folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the bench. It took less than a minute for her to shift into her raven form and perch on the man's shoulder, cawing loudly into his ear.
But obviously, the man was still quite hesitant to shift until someone else shifted too. Alex sighed, already resigning herself to fate. She began to strip, quickly, in the middle of the desolate zoo. She was a shifter, and sometimes that meant having to strip in front of a huge group of people. Okay, maybe not, but she didn't really want to ruin her clothes and she wasn't leading the man to the woods without further confirming his being a shifter, so this was the best thing she could think of. Stark naked, Alex folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the bench. It took less than a minute for her to shift into her raven form and perch on the man's shoulder, cawing loudly into his ear.
Aster Paine reread the letter once again before stuffing it back in her pocket. The promised salary would be more than enough for her tuition, but there was still a tiny bit of skepticism at the time travel that was to be done. It wasn't possible, but if humouring a crazy doctor's delusions meant easy cash, then she was in. She arrived at the warehouse and saw that there was another person there already. "Hey," was what she offered as a greeting. "No one's answering?"
Camael shook her head. "No. That can't be. I don't remember who you are - were, I mean." She shook her head again, denying what Abaddon was telling her. It was impossible. Angels fell, yes, and when they did, she was usually tasked with dealing the final blow - cutting off their wings. But Abaddon... Camael didn't remember him, not when he was an angel nor the moment he fell for temptation. Something didn't feel right, and it made Camael's stomach twist in ways she didn't like.
She took a step back from him. Angels fell, and in their hatred they sometimes took others down with them. Angels fell to temptation and never came back. Ever. Camael was determined to not be one of them.
She took a step back from him. Angels fell, and in their hatred they sometimes took others down with them. Angels fell to temptation and never came back. Ever. Camael was determined to not be one of them.
Camael blinked, trying to imagine the demon with the wings he described. For some reason, the image wouldn't register in her mind. She couldn't imagine this broken and dark man as something more, something like... She gasped. "Were you an angel?" She almost scoffed at her thoughts. This demon couldn't have been something as amazing as an angel. And if he was, Camael would have remembered or recognized him. She had been alive for longernthan the earth was formed. Surely, if he had been one of them and fallen into sin, she would have known.
Slightly taken aback by Abaddon's actions, Camael was speechless for a while. She simply observed the demon in front of her who looked like he was one word away from killing her. While she'd be fine with a fight, happy even, she couldn't allow herself to further anger him, demon or not. It simply wasn't right, especially if he was... How could Camael describe Abaddon right then? Hurting seemed the most appropriate.
Still, Camael held her stand and schooled her features. "Then tell me, demon. What were you before?"
Still, Camael held her stand and schooled her features. "Then tell me, demon. What were you before?"
Camael shook her head in a clear indication of her disagreement. "No, they weren't mentally ill. They simply fell for your kind's temptation." She gestured widely with her hands, pertaining to the tainted city before them. "To feel something, you must destroy something as beautiful as life. Are you satisfied with that, demon?" she spat out as if the word was poison and she couldn't wait for it to leave her mouth. She thought back to the angels who weeped above for the destruction that befell those made in their image. She thought of the humans who cried out in pain at all the chaos and sin that covered the world. And she thought of the Creator. To have something He'd given his unconditional love for turn their back on Him because the demons needed to 'feel something in their rotted chests'? Despicable. "Utterly despicable," Camael muttered, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
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