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The pink eyed angel big his lip nervously and rocked on his heels. Though Darri may not have been very powerful, that was only in comparison to other demons. Compared to Harp, his offensive ability was probably quite effective. Perhaps it was wrong to anger him in this way. Or, at least, irritate him. Harp knew he didn't look nor feel intimidating.
With a smile, the cupid nodded. It was a very anxious smile, only meant to cover up his uneasiness. "A game, huh? Alright, I uh... love... games." He responded finally. There was little point in keeping anything secret. Plus, he didn't have to answer. It was completely optional. Right?
"I'm just helping a guy out, is all." Harp responded with a smile of affirmation. Usually, it would,d sound a lot less smooth when he said it out loud. But this time, he sounded very... suave. At least, in is opinion. He debated lying and claiming he was an archangel, or maybe just a Seraph, but he wasn't a very good liar. "It's due to the fact Bel knows how strong I am. You see..." Harp shrugged and chuckled. "I'm just kidding. I really don't know why I'm alive, to be totally honest."
With that said, Harp stared intently at Darri."Okay, now it's my turn. What exactly.... IS Bel? Do you even know?" Because Bel was a lone wolf, it was a safe assumption that he was pretty powerful. But what washe? A sin? A kisshin? Or... maybe even an arhdemon?
With a smile, the cupid nodded. It was a very anxious smile, only meant to cover up his uneasiness. "A game, huh? Alright, I uh... love... games." He responded finally. There was little point in keeping anything secret. Plus, he didn't have to answer. It was completely optional. Right?
"I'm just helping a guy out, is all." Harp responded with a smile of affirmation. Usually, it would,d sound a lot less smooth when he said it out loud. But this time, he sounded very... suave. At least, in is opinion. He debated lying and claiming he was an archangel, or maybe just a Seraph, but he wasn't a very good liar. "It's due to the fact Bel knows how strong I am. You see..." Harp shrugged and chuckled. "I'm just kidding. I really don't know why I'm alive, to be totally honest."
With that said, Harp stared intently at Darri."Okay, now it's my turn. What exactly.... IS Bel? Do you even know?" Because Bel was a lone wolf, it was a safe assumption that he was pretty powerful. But what washe? A sin? A kisshin? Or... maybe even an arhdemon?
Laughing a bit at Bel's words in an attempt to loosen up, Harp couldn't help his gaze keep darting toward Darri. He was nervous. This demon could be capable of things beyond his imagination- granted, he had a very vivid one. The only reason he had gotten this far was because of his trump card. His arrows. If you could imagine all the angels and demons as cards in a poker game, Harp had a pretty good idea where everyone stood.
The number cards would be all the angels and demons in between. All the mediocre and sub-par angels who were kept alive as body shields. All the demons who clung to each other to be almost half as strong as the arch-demons and arch-angels were. However, if the right combination of them got together, they could cause havoc. Similarly, if you get a flush, it can be comparable to face cards. Maybe even better. The face cards would be the higher-ups. Seraphs, Kisshin, Virtues, reapers, and Sins all belonged in this category. Though they were by no means weak, they weren't as strong as the arch-demons and arch-angels. They were more like jokers. The most versatile, and the most powerful.
What was Harp? Normally, you would categorize someone of his caliber with the number cards, but you must understand- he wasn't just any powerless angel. He was a cupid. His powers were risky, but could prove to be extremely effective. In this way, he was an ace card. It could be either the most influential- or the most useless.
Meanwhile, Bel had left him with this demon. This was his chance to learn more about their kind, should he ever need the information. Harp paid close attention to the demon, he recognized as a number card. At first, he was intimidated by the form he took, but realized that perhaps he took this form because he was weak, and needed every chance he got? Harp simply was silent.
The number cards would be all the angels and demons in between. All the mediocre and sub-par angels who were kept alive as body shields. All the demons who clung to each other to be almost half as strong as the arch-demons and arch-angels were. However, if the right combination of them got together, they could cause havoc. Similarly, if you get a flush, it can be comparable to face cards. Maybe even better. The face cards would be the higher-ups. Seraphs, Kisshin, Virtues, reapers, and Sins all belonged in this category. Though they were by no means weak, they weren't as strong as the arch-demons and arch-angels. They were more like jokers. The most versatile, and the most powerful.
What was Harp? Normally, you would categorize someone of his caliber with the number cards, but you must understand- he wasn't just any powerless angel. He was a cupid. His powers were risky, but could prove to be extremely effective. In this way, he was an ace card. It could be either the most influential- or the most useless.
Meanwhile, Bel had left him with this demon. This was his chance to learn more about their kind, should he ever need the information. Harp paid close attention to the demon, he recognized as a number card. At first, he was intimidated by the form he took, but realized that perhaps he took this form because he was weak, and needed every chance he got? Harp simply was silent.
Skylark giggled as his Father kissed him. It was good to know that his Father was so understanding and kind. He made a mental note that he wanted to be like Father. He wanted to be able to be so kind and handsome. His grimy face burrowed into his Father's shoulder. He had been born less than a full week ago, but it felt like he had known Father for years. Sighing contentedly as he hugged him, Skylark said nothing as they continued to the chute. He was fine just clinging to the dragon as they descended into their shelter.
The smell seemed to fade gradually, and Skylark inhaled deeply. Soon they were on the ground. Or, rather, below the ground.He stopped, and waited for Sleipnir and Path so they could go see Daddy. Then, deciding he didn't care, ran toward the bedroom and launched himself at Edge, squealing all the while.
Edge was sleeping, but awoke with a start as Skylark jumped him. He laughed and ruffled his son's dirty, matted hair. "Daddy loves you..." Skylark giggled.
"I love you, too..."
The smell seemed to fade gradually, and Skylark inhaled deeply. Soon they were on the ground. Or, rather, below the ground.He stopped, and waited for Sleipnir and Path so they could go see Daddy. Then, deciding he didn't care, ran toward the bedroom and launched himself at Edge, squealing all the while.
Edge was sleeping, but awoke with a start as Skylark jumped him. He laughed and ruffled his son's dirty, matted hair. "Daddy loves you..." Skylark giggled.
"I love you, too..."
It was hard to be silent when the world around you was being so loud. There was no beautiful or elegant way to put it- Cyrus was scared. Though he was the most valiant amgonst his siblings, he was, of course, just a young man. Perhaps just a child.
Suddenly, the livestock began to once again fall into a state of mindless panic. Of course, were the prince in their shoes, he would have done the same thing. Gritting his teeth, Cyrus tensed once more. There was nothing as horrible as the anxiety that ate at him. If he was to die...
There was no more time for idle chat, it seemed. There was a fierce roar, and if course he couldn't stop the, admittedly, shrill scream he emitted. The force of the shattering roar was enough to push him back a few feet, landing on his hands and knees, and his rapier fly in further away. He though he could run and retrieve it, but one look at the mighty beast told him he could not. Rala really did look like something from a temple.
Gritting his teeth, Cyrus stared harshly at the winged lion- what else could he do?
Suddenly, the livestock began to once again fall into a state of mindless panic. Of course, were the prince in their shoes, he would have done the same thing. Gritting his teeth, Cyrus tensed once more. There was nothing as horrible as the anxiety that ate at him. If he was to die...
There was no more time for idle chat, it seemed. There was a fierce roar, and if course he couldn't stop the, admittedly, shrill scream he emitted. The force of the shattering roar was enough to push him back a few feet, landing on his hands and knees, and his rapier fly in further away. He though he could run and retrieve it, but one look at the mighty beast told him he could not. Rala really did look like something from a temple.
Gritting his teeth, Cyrus stared harshly at the winged lion- what else could he do?
The grey baby dragon blinked in surprise when the Elder suddenly just reached out, and ruffled his hair, like a normal man would ruffle a normal child's hair. He smiled politely. Not that the dragon had shown him some kind of affection, but that he hadn't been yelled at or killed. Skylark debated whether or not it would be a wise idea to ask the elder yet another question. After much thought, and his brother's stare, he realized perhaps he shouldn't. Biting his lip to keep from speaking, he just buried his face, dirtied by the atmosphere, into his Father's shoulder. Maybe it would be best if he didn't say anything. What would be the point in it? No point, actually. He closed his violet eyes, wanting to disappear.
Actually, disappearing sounded really good. It had taken him a while, but Skylark realized he might have made a mistake. Edge implied that speaking your mind was very important, and an attribute to be proud of. For some reason, he had the feeling Path- or Relin- disagreed. Maybe his Father would like him to keep quiet. However, he wasn't one to keep everything in his head. He grasped his twin's hand. Skylark realized that his hand was slightly darker than his brother's. He didn't pay it much heed, though he wondered why it was so. 'Safety...' He could tell his brother was scared. "It's okay, Sleipnir..." He thought of saying 'Father is here,' but instead voiced, "I'm here..."
He eventually gathered they were going to go soon. "Let's go, Father. Daddy's waiting for us, you know." He said a bit heatedly. He wanted to hurry up and get out of here. It felt like a nightmare, like a dream. It all had happened so fast. "He can't wait forever..." He pleaded softly, not knowing just how incorrect he was. If it meant being together with Path, Edge would wait, even if he had to die several times. Or would he?
Meanwhile, back at the shelter, Edge was once again alone. "I wonder if I should keep this from Path-Path..." He rocked on his heels, then pouted slightly. "At any rate," He said to himself. "Beelzebub took up way too much of my time. He should have known I wasn't going to partake in the war." His eyes glittered maliciously. Then he laughed softly, and it was a pleasant sound. "Honestly... You think he'd realize that I'm softer than the rest of them..." More than anything, Edge wanted to know what he had done, to deserve such hatred... Humming, Edge hopped back into bed and tugged on the covers. He had better get some rest before the kids came back.
Meanwhile, after they had left the crater, Skylark squeezed his Father and looked down silently. They were almost to the chute. He wondered if Father was angry with him for speaking to the Elder. "I'm sorry, Father..." He said after a period of silence.
Actually, disappearing sounded really good. It had taken him a while, but Skylark realized he might have made a mistake. Edge implied that speaking your mind was very important, and an attribute to be proud of. For some reason, he had the feeling Path- or Relin- disagreed. Maybe his Father would like him to keep quiet. However, he wasn't one to keep everything in his head. He grasped his twin's hand. Skylark realized that his hand was slightly darker than his brother's. He didn't pay it much heed, though he wondered why it was so. 'Safety...' He could tell his brother was scared. "It's okay, Sleipnir..." He thought of saying 'Father is here,' but instead voiced, "I'm here..."
He eventually gathered they were going to go soon. "Let's go, Father. Daddy's waiting for us, you know." He said a bit heatedly. He wanted to hurry up and get out of here. It felt like a nightmare, like a dream. It all had happened so fast. "He can't wait forever..." He pleaded softly, not knowing just how incorrect he was. If it meant being together with Path, Edge would wait, even if he had to die several times. Or would he?
Meanwhile, back at the shelter, Edge was once again alone. "I wonder if I should keep this from Path-Path..." He rocked on his heels, then pouted slightly. "At any rate," He said to himself. "Beelzebub took up way too much of my time. He should have known I wasn't going to partake in the war." His eyes glittered maliciously. Then he laughed softly, and it was a pleasant sound. "Honestly... You think he'd realize that I'm softer than the rest of them..." More than anything, Edge wanted to know what he had done, to deserve such hatred... Humming, Edge hopped back into bed and tugged on the covers. He had better get some rest before the kids came back.
Meanwhile, after they had left the crater, Skylark squeezed his Father and looked down silently. They were almost to the chute. He wondered if Father was angry with him for speaking to the Elder. "I'm sorry, Father..." He said after a period of silence.
Ferris could tell this man was excited about him almost remembering. He knew that, for some reason, what he knew was important. What did Rus need with what he had? Was there anything to understand? The merman blinked his grey eyes. There must have been something up if Rus thought he knew something important. IN his own eyes, he did not. All he knew was what he needed. Anything else would be obsolete.
"Your... spe...cies?" Ferris asked uneasily. Well, if it was that important, maybe he should try to help. Now that he was out of the water, he was thinking a bit more. All there was need to know was how to float and how to open those yummy oysters. "Well... uhm..." He struggled to provide a valid answer. In all honesty, he had no idea. "It was a very... kingly... uhm... kingdom... with um... kingdom-ish stuff?" He then knew what to say. "Oh! It was in the world!"
"Your... spe...cies?" Ferris asked uneasily. Well, if it was that important, maybe he should try to help. Now that he was out of the water, he was thinking a bit more. All there was need to know was how to float and how to open those yummy oysters. "Well... uhm..." He struggled to provide a valid answer. In all honesty, he had no idea. "It was a very... kingly... uhm... kingdom... with um... kingdom-ish stuff?" He then knew what to say. "Oh! It was in the world!"
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