Seph's eyes sparkled as he thought of what to make his slave do. "Well, first of all, let's get out of this temple. It's so dreary." He grinned, tugging at the- no, his angel's arm to usher him up. "C'mon, let's get going." Seph considered riding the archangel, but didn't want to be a slave driver... yet. The thief struggled as he reached out in the darkness. He was trying to find a wall or something that he could use to navigate through the black temple.
Eventually, he gave up and clung to the archangel. "Hey, lead us out of here, will you?"
OOC: RL's been hectic, so sorry for the wait and short post...
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It was a big day for him. After all, it wasn't every day you challenged your first pokemon gym. Let alone a gym that specialized in a type his favorite pokemon were horrible against. Dae was, obviously, full of excitement and energy! Ever since he had embarked on his journey, it had been a symphony of obstacles. All the while, he had kept to only two pokemon, the two he had started with. They were both weak to bug types, but since Cascadia City was the nearest town to where he grew up, it seemed like a good place to start.
The newbie trainer was rather informed of the gym leaders of the region. He was, if you will, a pokemon nerd. Though he didn't look like one. Far from it. Dae's eyes were a bright golden color, while his hair was a rich, dark black. He was wearing a navy blue fedora-esque hat with a long checkered ribbon that drifted far below the rim and flowed out behind him, like a scarf. Dae's full name bothered him, so he kept to his nickname. He had a light tan and a slim teenage figure. The pokemon trainer was fifteen, and wasn't too tall at five foot nine.
He wore a black buttoned shirt and snug cargo pants with boots. Dae had a broad smile and his hair was a little spiky. The gym was very interesting, to say the least. The boy's eager gaze traveled to the far side of the field, where the gym leader sat rather laxly. He had a single strapped bag around his shoulder, where he had his essentials- a town map, some potions, and a jacket. A dark face popped out of the bag, startling the trainer. "Hey, get back in there, Rogue!" He scolded the sneasel. Though he was rather close with the pokemon, but at the same time, their relationship was more lenient and casual. Noticing that the trainers most likely weren't going to get in his way, the new trainer began to run toward the gym leader. However, realizing he looked TOO eager, he slowed down to a normal walk, until he was right in front of the gym leader.
Dae smiled excitedly. Though Rogue didn't listen to him all the time, he trusted the feline pokemon. From what he had seen on the web, this bug-type leader was pretty strong. But leaders didn't go full throttle on newbie trainers, did they? The trainer realized the young gym leader was pretty handsome. It wasn't a mystery why he was so popular! He was pretty much a celebrity! Oh, this was exciting. "I want to challenge this gym!" Dae sang, not caring that he sounded a little strange.
The newbie trainer was rather informed of the gym leaders of the region. He was, if you will, a pokemon nerd. Though he didn't look like one. Far from it. Dae's eyes were a bright golden color, while his hair was a rich, dark black. He was wearing a navy blue fedora-esque hat with a long checkered ribbon that drifted far below the rim and flowed out behind him, like a scarf. Dae's full name bothered him, so he kept to his nickname. He had a light tan and a slim teenage figure. The pokemon trainer was fifteen, and wasn't too tall at five foot nine.
He wore a black buttoned shirt and snug cargo pants with boots. Dae had a broad smile and his hair was a little spiky. The gym was very interesting, to say the least. The boy's eager gaze traveled to the far side of the field, where the gym leader sat rather laxly. He had a single strapped bag around his shoulder, where he had his essentials- a town map, some potions, and a jacket. A dark face popped out of the bag, startling the trainer. "Hey, get back in there, Rogue!" He scolded the sneasel. Though he was rather close with the pokemon, but at the same time, their relationship was more lenient and casual. Noticing that the trainers most likely weren't going to get in his way, the new trainer began to run toward the gym leader. However, realizing he looked TOO eager, he slowed down to a normal walk, until he was right in front of the gym leader.
Dae smiled excitedly. Though Rogue didn't listen to him all the time, he trusted the feline pokemon. From what he had seen on the web, this bug-type leader was pretty strong. But leaders didn't go full throttle on newbie trainers, did they? The trainer realized the young gym leader was pretty handsome. It wasn't a mystery why he was so popular! He was pretty much a celebrity! Oh, this was exciting. "I want to challenge this gym!" Dae sang, not caring that he sounded a little strange.
The hydra cried out in pain as the blood fell to the ground like acidic rain. The droplets shattered once they hit the dull linoleum floor. Edge's violet eyes narrowed as he cried out. The boy's eyes darted toward the blackness that had broken his skin with horror. "Ugh!" They were getting bigger... Edge's hair was tousled, and he had a thin shirt and pair of shorts on. The scientist had seen better days. He was a young boy of about fourteen, but in the past five months, had a new problem.
He had lived here peacefully with his beloved mate, Path, for a few months now. The dragon was pregnant. That thought alone stressed Edge out. Why? Because he had gotten him pregnant... without the other's consent. While not something he was proud of, Edge had made Path into his slave and gotten him pregnant. Oh, he was a horrible person, wasn't he? But he reasoned that Path was happy now, so it was alright. Wasn't it?
Edge wouldn't want to worry his love, but recently he had been having issues with his body. Ever since he had discovered he was really a reborn hydra, his scales had been popping out. Literally breaking through his skin and he couldn't control it. It was driving him crazy. He had just been in the library with Path, but had felt a sudden pain and bolted to the bathroom. Maybe he could ask Path for help. As the scales receded, Edge blindly grabbed for the door knob and fell outside. He hoped that Path wouldn't notice...
He had lived here peacefully with his beloved mate, Path, for a few months now. The dragon was pregnant. That thought alone stressed Edge out. Why? Because he had gotten him pregnant... without the other's consent. While not something he was proud of, Edge had made Path into his slave and gotten him pregnant. Oh, he was a horrible person, wasn't he? But he reasoned that Path was happy now, so it was alright. Wasn't it?
Edge wouldn't want to worry his love, but recently he had been having issues with his body. Ever since he had discovered he was really a reborn hydra, his scales had been popping out. Literally breaking through his skin and he couldn't control it. It was driving him crazy. He had just been in the library with Path, but had felt a sudden pain and bolted to the bathroom. Maybe he could ask Path for help. As the scales receded, Edge blindly grabbed for the door knob and fell outside. He hoped that Path wouldn't notice...
Harp was halted as he heard someone yell. He didn't know it was angled toward him, but the authoritative tone of the other's voice made him freeze. Perhaps it was out of fear. Nevertheless, the angel slowly turned around, afraid what he would see. Harp's already pale complexion whitened. His hands balled into fists as pink eyes widened. The cupid met a brilliant green gaze. He was handsome, no denying that. Harp had to wonder if his target was a incubus. Or really, any kind of sex demon?
Shaking his head as he regained focus, Harp laughed nervously. Should he walk over to the demon? Would that be wise? Maybe the demon could smell he was an angel! Wait, did demons do that? They had better senses, right? NO! They had a sixth sense! Or... Harp frowned, unsure. If only he had paid more attention to his studies.
Finally resolving to comply, the cupid carefully made his way over to the other male. The demon certainly had a lot of... freckles. But his aura was no doubt the one he was looking for. Now, the question was... Should the angel reveal himself or play it cool?
"Hi! Were you talking to me?!?" Harpus sang peppily. Yup. Play it cool it was.
Shaking his head as he regained focus, Harp laughed nervously. Should he walk over to the demon? Would that be wise? Maybe the demon could smell he was an angel! Wait, did demons do that? They had better senses, right? NO! They had a sixth sense! Or... Harp frowned, unsure. If only he had paid more attention to his studies.
Finally resolving to comply, the cupid carefully made his way over to the other male. The demon certainly had a lot of... freckles. But his aura was no doubt the one he was looking for. Now, the question was... Should the angel reveal himself or play it cool?
"Hi! Were you talking to me?!?" Harpus sang peppily. Yup. Play it cool it was.
As soon as he was released, Seph hit the ground running. He was through hesitating. This archangel meant serious business! He wasn't afraid to kill him- Seph realized this. As the angel once again roared at him, the thief took no breaths. All that mattered was getting that idol and bringing this proud angel to his knees! As he wrapped his hands around the idol, he noticed it looked like the archangel. Immediately, Seph felt power surge through him. The boy made hi way back out, but this time walked calmly. He locked eyes with the angel, and smirked vengefully.
"Well, well, well. It appears the tides have changed, birdie!" The thief said mockingly, icy eyes sparkling mischievously. Now the archangel was his, and his alone. For as long as he had the idol, the archangel would become his slave. Holding it up, it started to glow brightly. "Look upon me- for I am your master!" Seph roared. He knew the exact words he needed to say to the holy being.
"Now..." Seph walked up to the angel and pushed him down cruelly. "Oh your knees before your master, where you belong... You are to address me as master, master Seph, or Seph, understand?" Taking the moment to lace his fingers into the angel's hair he smirked. "But you really are handsome..." He smiled even wider. "Listen... Your mind is clear of any ill thoughts against me, alright? You love being my slave and serving me..." Seph whispered, the idol shining every time he spoke.
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"Well, well, well. It appears the tides have changed, birdie!" The thief said mockingly, icy eyes sparkling mischievously. Now the archangel was his, and his alone. For as long as he had the idol, the archangel would become his slave. Holding it up, it started to glow brightly. "Look upon me- for I am your master!" Seph roared. He knew the exact words he needed to say to the holy being.
"Now..." Seph walked up to the angel and pushed him down cruelly. "Oh your knees before your master, where you belong... You are to address me as master, master Seph, or Seph, understand?" Taking the moment to lace his fingers into the angel's hair he smirked. "But you really are handsome..." He smiled even wider. "Listen... Your mind is clear of any ill thoughts against me, alright? You love being my slave and serving me..." Seph whispered, the idol shining every time he spoke.
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Right before he could tarnish the treasure with his hands, he felt something tight and sharp wrap around him. It shone with light Seph couldn't comprehend. Before he knew it, the raider was pulled back out of the room and into the corridor he came from. After struggling, Seph found he could not free himself from the lasso's grip. It was if it would hold him forever. Though he struggled even more, all Seph accomplished was tiring himself. Soon, he came face-to-face with the archangel. "Y-You're real!" He gasped.
Of course he was. And he was just as perfect as the angels were supposed to be. Handsome... and really, really strong! Even more then that, he was really, really angry. Now he was faced with the task of somehow escaping this angel's wrath. 'I'll make sure... once he's mine... I'll make him my mindless slave...' The thief thought darkly before stammering. "So? What's the big deal??" He spat, in an attempt to be defiant. "If you're my slave, you'll get to leave this prison. And kill as many as you want! I know you angels love killing!" Seph's eyes caught the design on the angel's shirt. Strange... What did it mean? Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. On the carving, a word was etched. Maybe, if he said the word, something would happen?
"Caelum!" The thief screeched.
Of course he was. And he was just as perfect as the angels were supposed to be. Handsome... and really, really strong! Even more then that, he was really, really angry. Now he was faced with the task of somehow escaping this angel's wrath. 'I'll make sure... once he's mine... I'll make him my mindless slave...' The thief thought darkly before stammering. "So? What's the big deal??" He spat, in an attempt to be defiant. "If you're my slave, you'll get to leave this prison. And kill as many as you want! I know you angels love killing!" Seph's eyes caught the design on the angel's shirt. Strange... What did it mean? Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. On the carving, a word was etched. Maybe, if he said the word, something would happen?
"Caelum!" The thief screeched.
"La-La! Laaa!" Harpus sang as he skipped around the building. Currently, he was examining an abstract painting. It was a red circle with a thick black line in it. "Oh! What does it mean?" The angel asked himself. Maybe it was the Earth, being split in two... Nah! Maybe it was something really sad... Like a heart breaking. Harp's smile faltered as he thought about it. Though he sensed broken hearts around him, he didn't hear the sad sound of any breaking. As an angel of love, Harp decided that a broken heart was the worst thing in all creation. Why was it even made? It was because light and dark had to be constant. So there would never, ever be perfect peace.
He sighed, not wanting to be like every other angel. They didn't care about 'lesser beings'. But Harp was one to put his foot down and say that everyone's heart could experience love. Just like how an ice cube would be able to last for a few seconds when hurled into a flame, even the darkest of hearts could experience love and emotion. Though it might not be much, it also meant that even demons were vulnerable to his arrows. Come to think of it, where were his arrows? Though he was nowhere powerful enough to make people fall in love forever, he could temporarily sway someone's emotions. That would come in handy, especially when he was around someone who could harm him.
Realizing that he needed to first find the demon in question, Harp sighed. He then began to shut his eyes. He was thinking about how to deal with him... He found his 'arrows', though he lacked a quiver and bow. They were in the shape of a single pistol. Though much scarier then that needed to be, Harp knew they wouldn't harm whoever he hot them at. "Hey!" Harpus heard someone yell. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh?"
"W-what?" Harp asked confusedly. He was being approached by a beefy looking teen. He looked a little scary, actually! Though he was an angel, Harp was weaker then this human. He kept a neutral expression.
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but nobody passes by me without paying their respects!" Harp's eyes narrowed. Was this a 'juvenile'? Whatever he was, Harp didn't have time to deal with him, and ran away promptly.
"This is a work building... why are there kids here?" Harp asked himself as he ran.
He sighed, not wanting to be like every other angel. They didn't care about 'lesser beings'. But Harp was one to put his foot down and say that everyone's heart could experience love. Just like how an ice cube would be able to last for a few seconds when hurled into a flame, even the darkest of hearts could experience love and emotion. Though it might not be much, it also meant that even demons were vulnerable to his arrows. Come to think of it, where were his arrows? Though he was nowhere powerful enough to make people fall in love forever, he could temporarily sway someone's emotions. That would come in handy, especially when he was around someone who could harm him.
Realizing that he needed to first find the demon in question, Harp sighed. He then began to shut his eyes. He was thinking about how to deal with him... He found his 'arrows', though he lacked a quiver and bow. They were in the shape of a single pistol. Though much scarier then that needed to be, Harp knew they wouldn't harm whoever he hot them at. "Hey!" Harpus heard someone yell. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh?"
"W-what?" Harp asked confusedly. He was being approached by a beefy looking teen. He looked a little scary, actually! Though he was an angel, Harp was weaker then this human. He kept a neutral expression.
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but nobody passes by me without paying their respects!" Harp's eyes narrowed. Was this a 'juvenile'? Whatever he was, Harp didn't have time to deal with him, and ran away promptly.
"This is a work building... why are there kids here?" Harp asked himself as he ran.
The thief's breathing halted as he tried to freeze, to do nothing, and to just... listen. Archangels hadn't been seen in almost a century, but that didn't mean that they hadn't left a mark in history. Some had enough power to level mountains, while others had the power to grow to enormous sizes. All in all, Seph wanted a piece of that power. At the same time, he didn't want to be at the receiving of that power. The teen looked around. There looked to be carvings on the walls. Curiously, the boy traced a gloved hand over the carving. It looked to be... a heart? Not the cute shape, either. It was bloody... and... Seph shook his head, and dubbed it safe to continue on.
The ground underneath him was firm, and didn't seem likely to break underneath him. At least, he hoped it didn't. Before too long, Seph soon came to a doorway. He could barely make it out in the darkness, but he could feel it. Suddenly, he noticed a statue sitting near the door. The same statues had been in the other rooms as well. they were all of the same... being. Perfect and beautiful, the angel was trapped in this temple. Just like about every other archangel in existence. The real reason was unbeknownst to the thief, but he had little reason to fuss over it.
As he looked blankly at the statue, Seph wondered if he was going to be punished for what he was doing. He knew that once he had his subordinate, he wouldn't use the archangel's powers for anyone's benefit but his own. However, it wasn't as if others didn't do the same thing. Besides, he would be doing the archangel a favor in letting him see the outside, again, right? Plus, this angel was said to be fairly chaotic... If it wasn't for the idol, he would wreak unimaginable havoc. So he was doing everyone a favor by enslaving him, right? Somehow, Seph wasn't convinced. "You can';t doubt yourself now, Seph..." He said to himself. "With that angel in your power, you can take back what's rightfully yours!" And with that, Seph bolted into the room, where he was greeted by the silver glow of the idol. He hesitated, though, and didn't grab it.
The ground underneath him was firm, and didn't seem likely to break underneath him. At least, he hoped it didn't. Before too long, Seph soon came to a doorway. He could barely make it out in the darkness, but he could feel it. Suddenly, he noticed a statue sitting near the door. The same statues had been in the other rooms as well. they were all of the same... being. Perfect and beautiful, the angel was trapped in this temple. Just like about every other archangel in existence. The real reason was unbeknownst to the thief, but he had little reason to fuss over it.
As he looked blankly at the statue, Seph wondered if he was going to be punished for what he was doing. He knew that once he had his subordinate, he wouldn't use the archangel's powers for anyone's benefit but his own. However, it wasn't as if others didn't do the same thing. Besides, he would be doing the archangel a favor in letting him see the outside, again, right? Plus, this angel was said to be fairly chaotic... If it wasn't for the idol, he would wreak unimaginable havoc. So he was doing everyone a favor by enslaving him, right? Somehow, Seph wasn't convinced. "You can';t doubt yourself now, Seph..." He said to himself. "With that angel in your power, you can take back what's rightfully yours!" And with that, Seph bolted into the room, where he was greeted by the silver glow of the idol. He hesitated, though, and didn't grab it.
I'll post in a bit! You would not believe how much work I have! XD
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