A Private Roleplay for Hale and Bowie.

Sabrathan; < click


Listen; I won't tell you this twice
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind...

Age: …Ha. I’m sorry, I thought you just asked me how old I was. You wouldn’t even be able to comprehend my age. Don’t bother.
Height: Five-seven. Not very tall, I’m afraid.
Race: I’m an angel, of course. In confidence, I tell you that I don’t have the… power… to banish you to hell, so you can settle down. I’m more of a messenger boy, an angel, more powerful than silly humans could ever dream of, but not quite so far up in my own circles. I’m here to do the hard work that none of the higher seraphim have time to do. That’s why I’ve been sent to Earth again, and since I have last come, it has certainly… deteriorated to say the least… But I digress.

Taking on a less ephemeral form?
I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time...

I am Sabrathan. No last name. Angels change names depending on their purpose, serving purely as a title. I had mentioned before that I was a messenger of sorts, a sort of errand man for the higher-ups. …Are you following me? My name means ‘ruling angel for the first hour of night.’ I have been told that there was an unexpected twist on Earth, probably one of Lucifer's bright ideas, and that it is indeed a recessive, slumbering time for the humans. I am here to protect what is left; the first human I find, actually. Others like me that share my name are being sent down, each assigned to a human to keep them safe. There really are that few remaining. God wants to save his children at all costs. I bet he thinks he’s so very clever sitting up there on a cloud or whatever he does and watching his little angels shepherd his kids. Isn’t that what his son was for? But no one ever sees God anymore. He hasn’t emerged since the death of His son. Still seeing, though. He still sees. Gabriel has informed curious inquirers that God is so…beautiful that he simply is, that nothing verbal can convey just how amazing He is. I would believe it. I would like to see it.

And… what? Oh, the way I look? Yes, you humans seem to be quite caught up in something so trivial… But tell me, hm, when the lights go off, does it really matter what the spirit beside you looks like? Mmhm. You can get back to me on that when I decide to come back to this hellho… place. I admit I do have a few vices, like succumbing to using human ‘curses’ and going off topic when given the chance. What? Oh. My appearance. Apologies. I don’t pick what my appearance is, okay? God apparently got a kick out of giving us a human form. By human standards, I’m not so sure if I look ‘good’ or not. I’m past that trivial visual bias-analytic. It’s primordial, or at least humane. Golden hair is typically a staple with angels. Blue eyes, too, and fair skin. I ended up with all of those.

Haha. Of course… I do have wings. They’re rather small for angels, but they grow with rank; like our names, they are purely subjective to our station. They’re like human fingerprints; no two angels have the same ethereal makeup in their feathers. The feathers themselves disappear after a while, just fading off to keep the little humans from poking around where they don’t belong. All wings look different as well; they’re connected not only to our stations, but to our souls. My own wings have traces of red, green, blue, purple, green; you name it. At the feather tips, I have undeniable color. And although it looks nice and all, color on angel wings is bad. Bad. Colored wings reflect any number of mixture or intensity of influence of any of the Seven Deadly Sins. White wings signify saints or archangels, seraphim and a select few of the cherubim; it means that their souls are pure. If my color-tipped wings are any indication, I am… not. Thankfully, most angels do have color in their wings, and I am free of black feathers. Black ones are somewhat like a warning note. For what? I’ll give you a hint; those disgraceful fallen angels have black wings. Lucifer's are the blackest, if he hasn't taken it upon himself to rip them out. No further comment.

And wings are really not that amazing. I guarantee that if you had them for a couple hundred years tops, you would get tired of it. Flying is wonderful; I wouldn’t give it up unless it was for an archangel promotion, but wings are such a giveaway. What the gospels and pretty little childrens’ stories don’t tell you is that angel wings, as I said, change color. With conscience. That means that if I am lying or cheating or doing something horrid, my wings will start to change colors beginning with the tips and growing up. Eventually if I sinned excessively (angels have a bit more leeway than you’d think), the colors will blend to gray-tipped to black-tipped, and then completely black. And then you’re done. No redemption past the black wings; you’re a fallen angel, no better than a filthy demon.

And I suppose it is ‘proper’ thing to wear clothing. Again, people are so strange. It’s just skin; you wear things to keep you warm. How did it become taboo to be cold? And… I’m sorry. Hm, I wear simple clothes, typically a white t-shirt with flat-colored pants. Any other color looks visually pleasing with white. I'm not completely blind to aesthetics. Heaven is quite the aesthetic-minded place. I don’t wear shoes. I’ve done a lot to blend in with whatever weird rules that humans pulled out of their as… nowhere… but shoes make no sense at all. My feet are fine. No shoes. I really don’t like clothes. They get in the way of my wings. Moving on.

I always have a white rosary wrapped around my right wrist. It denotes my position as an angel of God and can act as a catalyst for my angelic powers if I should even be in trouble, God forbid… It would consume my soul or abilities depending on the direness of the situation before I died, so it be better that no one would have a part of me if they had to steal it or kill me for it. And while I’m at it, holy icons really do have a tiny effect on demons and the like. It makes most of them experience mild fatigue, and some of them nauseous. That is all. Disappointed? Here’s another fun fact, too. Holy does not trump hellish magic or anything. It’s the strength of the caster or host that holds the power. Unfortunate, especially since I am not so strong for an angel.

As for what I look like when the lights go off… I could go on to you about the rules and regulations of being an archangel, how we need to be… ‘heavenly,’ for lack of a better word, and tolerant and graceful, but you don't want to hear that. I can be all of those things. And I am. When I have to, anyway. But when left to my own devices, I’m afraid I’m a rather… ugly creature, as all angels are. We still have the sliver of human in us that compels us to sin. Sad, really. God is such a card. So funny I forgot to laugh. Engaging in foolish things like human ‘curses;’ that is nothing. All of the seven sins have taken a liking to me, the only exception being vanity. But it’s growing on me as well.

Angels are a little conceited. I don’t deny that I am, too. I know I’m better than a human and definitely fallens and demons. I would never, ever deny that. It’s an angel’s duty to lead those who cannot lead themselves. It is out job to intervene when things have gotten too dire, too dark. We are guardians. We are better.

I’m not as sinful as humans, though. That would make me a fallen, and heavens, fallen angels are almost as worse as demons. Forbid it, Almighty God. Damned Lucifer; may he and his monstrous devil spawns be msierable as they burn in Hell. And although I hear they like the burning, I’d take Heaven any day.

So… assignment. I have to find a human and watch over it. I’m a guardian angel; and although they’re revered highly by silly people, guardian angels are the grunts in heaven. Humans apparently can’t look out for themselves, even with their sciences and abominations. But really now. How long do I have to wander before I run into a human? They’re awfully hard to find these days, and I’ve been here for at least two. Earth gets old quickly, but failure isn’t an option. I must admit, though, I’m surprised none of Lucifer’s bastard fallens have shown themselves. This is probably their fault anyway.

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Rusalka;;

Start countin'. I'll tell you when ya get there. | Six Foot Two | Demon

Have a little history;;
Greetings little darlings, so you want to know more about me? I shouldn't be surprised. The names Rusalka, but go ahead and call me Ruse. As you've guessed, my home is wondrous, spine-tingling Hell. What do I do there? Well... I have my own sixty legions in the underworld where I can do as I please. I play thoroughly with the souls I've captured for as long as I wish. We have our fun, I embarrass them, they react, they embarrass themselves, I laugh. It never gets old because they never get over those little tiny things that embarrass them. What makes it better is when you exaggerate on those tiny little traits so much that they try to kill themselves again! How does one kill themselves out of Hell? Darling~ it's not the fun place that everyone on Earth seems to think--at least not for the human's who come to stay. I've had plenty of fun there. With the newest plans that Lucifer set out on the Earth, we've been racking in the souls which means more playthings. God just doesn't know what he's up against. He should have just stayed on Lucifer's side instead of casting him out. I mean, half and half is better than losing it all, and by now... it is waaaay too late for negotiations darling. Not that those heavenly beings are really worried. Can you believe they really think they're better?

Pshaw.

So we've wiped out most of the human race. There are few of those precious creatures left, all of which that remain are spread out on the planet from the civilization of one another. It's not enough though to leave it like this. I mean, the world only started with two and my lord wishes to shut God down once and for all. He wants to kill the last of his sweet little humans that God would not spare him any of his own, and so I volunteered to go out. Not only would I get to have a little change in pace for my games, but I would also get to take a finishing blow at God and those 'holy beings', get the praise of my Lord Lucifer himself, but I'd also get to eat one of the few remaining souls on the earth. Sounds like one hellova party, don'it?

Oh? So you want to know what I look like? Well isn't that just cute. Can't say you're the first. You know what they always say about demons? Back in 'ye olden stories', they depict demons as hideous creatures with hard red skin and long pointy tails, horns on the top of their heads--and not stylish ones at that, and that we all have this massively insane mustache and goatee going on! Well, let me tell you; they are lying. I mean, have you ever seen Lord Lucifer himself? He is more beautiful than GOD and no one can deny that. As ex-second in command of Heaven, of course he was the best groomed. I mean, if he wasn't my lord... I'd get myself a piece a that--Mmm!

So I may not be as flawless as Lord Lucifer himself, but I'm not bad. My skins not scaly or slick, but it's soft and smooth like well-taken care of skin. To seduce souls into your hold, you have to have nice skin. The color is something else... It isn't quite white and it's not tan either, maybe a little bit yellow from being around the fires of Hell, but definitely a pale yellow. I can tell you a number of demons that are jealous of the color. My hair is long, the black parts are the darkest and they fall past my shoulder blades while on the upper layer and shorter is red-orange just like the fires burning off the embers. Cute, right? Within them hide my horns. Yes, it is true that some of us have horns, but not massive or tacky at all. My horns are actually two and a half inches long. They are just simple cone shapes near the top of my head, but in human form, are easily hidden if I so desire. My eyes don't work that way. They are and will always be crimson, the color of one's blood with a diamond shape for a pupil. They always draw the souls closer in something like a... trans?

Oh? You don't think that sounds demonic at all? Well; to see my true demonic form is a rare thing, so maybe if you're so blessed. Haha--blessed. There is one more thing; some demons also have the little tails that people say they have. If they have a tail, it does in fact, vary. Mine is your typical pointed tail, the end looks like it might even be a shovel--kind of embarrassing really... and it's striped horizontally black and red. Spikes poke off of the long part of it for it's own protection, but they aren't very long. This tail, even in human form, can sometimes slip itself out as well, sometimes against my will if I'm having too much fun, but normally, I can control it and it only appears when I so desire. It's cute--and much better than those feathery, oversized bird-wings that the angels wear.

God... how tacky of you.

How I dress is quite a bit classier than what most people wear normally. Pinstripe, slacks, neat little vests. Top hats, knee highs, and always nice footwear. I like to look my best, unlike the humans. I refuse to wear sweat pants... ever. What's the point? It means you're being lazy and as much as I love being lazy, I would never let my looks suffer because of it. We are already depicted as hideous creatures--some wearing loin clothes. LOIN CLOTHES! Who came up with the bright idea to parade around in a loin cloth so the humans could take their pick on what to draw?! That's just bad publicity... they deserved to die for it... But then again, they always draw the angels wearing dresses--excuse me, togas and robes--but that's still better than a fucking loin cloth!

...But it's all taken care of, so moving on from that. I don't try to dress up so I stand out everywhere I go, at least.. not like a sore thumb. I want to catch eyes and draw them close, but not make everybody in the room keep an eye on me. If I were to dress like that, I wouldn't get anything done, now would I? Even demons have private lives.
Lastly jewelry is my BFF, in human terms. You'll never find me without at least one ring on my finger. It's a little silver ring with inscriptions on it as well as a small square sapphire. I never part with it, but to keep it from looking that special, I tend to wear a couple more spread out on my fingers as well as a necklace or two almost all the time. You can't damn a devil for wishing to look his best when hunting.

Getting to know me... what a tricky game. You know... I am one of the original angels that fell with Satan the moment he left Heaven. Yeah, I was part of that one-third that left God the first chance I got and I'm damn proud. Why wouldn't I be? You know how many rules God has?! It's like... living in a birdcage! To stay with him is volunteerily committing yourself to prison for the rest of eternity. "Be honest. Be Kind. Be gentle. Be compassionate. Don't murder. Don't have sex. Don't lie. Blah, blah, blah." In summary; he's basically sucked the fun out of life. I don't understand why two-thirds of the angels actually wanted to stick by and follow those stupid rules... He's got them brainwashed or something. He's probably giving them their own humans once they die to keep them around. I mean, he has to keep up with Lord Lucifer's deal somehow, we all get our own human's our own souls. What do angels get? They get to sit up there and praise God... forever. Doesn't that sounde exciting?
When I went to Lord Lucifer's world, I was basically handed the whole deck of cards with every little personality quark, like versus dislike, fears, affinities, everything that contributes to a what a person likes. Basically I was handed all the information I needed to make anyone's life shit--or entertaining beyond all reason. I use it, some would say I abuse it; but there's nothing wrong with using the knowledge you have to it's full abilities.

I can be devious, sneaky, cute, cunning, seductive, secretive, suggestive, and as disgusting as it sounds; innocent.... not that it's how I really am! But if that's what my target soul needs for me to get close to them, then fine. I will pretend to be your pretty little perfect angel all wrapped up in a pretty pink bow. I swear I gag every time, but fine. It's always worth it in the end. That is if I can fake it that long. You can only pretend to be cute and innocent for so long before you just crack.

So I'm back on earth and the only thing about it is there aren't as many human's to fool around with. Like, no way. It's like playing a game of where's the needle in the haystack. I haven't found any human's yet and I've been on earth for a couple of days, but at least I haven't run into any angels either. They are so damn naggy... they aren't even fun to play with, you know what I mean?

{ r e s e r v e d }

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Sawyer Vinn Hudson ;;

Nineteen | Five foot Eight inches | Human

Have a little history;;
Err... um.. howdy. Ya'll kin call me Sawyer. Um.. ya know SAW-YA-ER. Like that white cat from that one movie. Ya know thah one where they all danced 'n stuff? Yeah. That one, 'cept, I'm not a girl. I hope that's obvious, ya know? My dad always told me I looked like my ma, 'n so did my best friend 'n she was a girl. I guess it should be a compliment, right? Heh... I just didn' know whether or not to think they were callin' me girly or not. I sure dun think I'm girly at all. So I dun know if that means something 'er not... Best not ta talk about it then, right? At risk 'a soundin' stupid. That's what my sista always said anyways.
Talkin' about my ma 'n my family 'n stuff... um... it's kinda... a touchy subject... right now. Ya see... I'm a really big family person. I live out on the country with my folks and our neighbors have been our neighbors since before I was born. We're all great pals and we exchange crops 'n such without second thoughting--heck, we dun even lock our front doors. It's just us out here. Like one big happy family. But... somethin' happened as of late. Something... really strange.

Some 'a tha cattle are gone, but not all of 'em. They lasted a lot better what seems like mah family. I really hope they ain't all gone though. I mean, if they are, they're up in Heaven and stuff, but I real dun wanna be alone here, ya know? See, there's a bunch 'a animals, but there ain't much people. I actually left mah home and went ta the city ta see if I could find 'ny one, but I got a lil nauseous.. there were bodies all ova tha place. I dun know what happened, like maybe some big war 'er a nuclear bomb 'er somethin'... I'm not actually... entirely sure... what happened. I dun know why I'm actually still alive when everyone else is..n't. I.. I actually stayed in the city after I let the cattle out in hopes a findin' somethin' ya know? I wanna know if it's just where I live 'er not. But I gots a feelin' it's not just me 'cause when I went to the library 'n used their computers, there wasn't much on it, I mean... it was all old stuff, all of it. The newest thing posted was about a month and a half ago, and that was before this thin' happened.

So I.. really dun know.

My--I--um--what? That is.. what I look like? Wow.. um.. I.. ain't never done this before... um.. kin I ask why ya'll are askin'? I mean, not ta sound rude 'er nothin' just.. it seems a lil weird, ya know? Like 'n ad fer a wife. Haha. Th-that's not what this is.. right? Heh.. um.. Sos I have kinda tanned skin. It used ta be quite darker from working in the fields, but since been inside more, it's faded a bit, still not pale though. I guess that's natural, right? Ha... Riley always told me she was jealous 'a it but I dun see the point. Ya got what ya got, right?

Oh that--that wasn't meant ta sound so vulgar. Sorry.

Uhh, the color 'a my hair I get from my mah. She was always a very beatiful person and I was proud ta inherit her genes, even if it made girls jealous. Aha... she had real soft hair, ya know? So Riles would sit there for ages and just stroke my hair... Ack.. S'cuse me if I get a lil teary-eyed on ya, it's just.. Riles was my best friend 'n I haven't seen her since everyone disappeared. It's kinda heartbreakin', but I'm workin' on it. I am gonna figure out what happened, ya know... 'n I'm gonna find her--'n my parents 'n my siblin's.. no matter how annoyin' they mighta got at times, right? Family is just like that.. Ya can't live with 'em, ya feel dead on the inside without 'em. Heh. S-sos.. uh.. movin' on. Sorry 'bout that.. Maybe I'm ramblin' a little bit. Uh... I have green eyes which I got from my dad, another masculine trait at which I'm proud of--though I'm definitely not the only one of my brothers and sisters with this color in mah eyes. I'm five foot eight inches tall 'n my body is very well toned from helpin' out with the crops 'n all. everybody always pitched in. Sos I gots muscles even if I haven't worked on crops in a bit. I think it's important ta stay in shape, so even if I'm not at home no more, I ain't gonna let my physical abilities drop.

Typically I wear what's in my closest. I got one suit 'n that was reserved fer church on Sunday. I still wear it on Sunday outta habit, but.. there ain't no church goin' on because the pastors have also disappeared 'n the congregation. I hate ta sound negative, but I think they all died too. Aside from the suit, I have baseball caps in my closet to wear under the sun and many pairs of jeans. That's probably the only type 'a pants in my closet. They are good fer workin' very sturdy--a bunch 'a 'em have holes in the knees from workin'. I got a lotta black 'n white tank tops which I also used ta work in and plaid shirts that I toss over 'em. It's simple, but it works. I have a couple 'a single colored button-ups too, and they work just tha same.

Er.. ya didn't need ta hear about my under.. under shorts, right? Heh... That's gettin'.. a lil too personal.

• • •

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

White, polychromatic-tipped wings beat slower, weighed down by sheer disappointment. Sabrathan arched his wings upward, the feathers pointing up to the heavens to make a slow descent. Silent frustration hung as a mask over his countenance, and his eyes darted this way and that in a half-hearted attempt to find… one.

One - a human. For the two days he had been searching, he had not seen a single person. At least, not any that were alive.

It hadn’t always been this hard, had it? The Earth used to be crawling with the useless things, and suddenly they were gone? Sabrathan rolled his eyes, and stretched his tired wings. Of course there was a reason for this, this sudden sweep of God’s little creations. Who else would dare to destroy the creator’s children than that damned Lucifer? Who else was… stupid enough?

Two days after the sweep, Sabrathan had passed a few fires that still burned in remote forests, discovered buildings toppled, shattered, destroyed, and found people that had died of blade and gun and even those that retained horrific telltale clues to their demise. The latter had a blank feel about them; their souls had been taken, and doubtless Lucifer and his filthy demons were responsible. It had taken God how long to create, and it had taken his fallen angels how long to destroy…?

Sabrathan locked in the resolution behind his eyes and took off into the sky again. Eventually he had wandered away from the empty cities and into the countryside. It seemed illogical to leave the formerly high-populated capitals to the small rural towns, but there wasn’t anything left to find in the cities. Where else was there to go?

He flew alongside a beaten road, worn from years of use and a lack of maintenance. It wound around hills and morphed into bridges to cross rivers. The road builders had taken it upon themselves to wind the asphalt around trees and bypass obstacles rather than cut or clear them, a silent testament to the strong distinction between easy town and straight-laced city.

Sabrathan was mildly surprised that Lucifer’s demons had stopped at the apocalypse they had created. Why weren’t they still around, destroying the Earth itself? He wasn’t, however, disappointed. Even when he had been dispatched, a part of him had hoped he wouldn’t be running into one of the charming little demon spawn. As far as angels went, he wasn’t powerful, old, or wise; a bad mix if her were to encounter a stronger demon.

The country air was far cleaner than that of the city’s. A pungent scorching scent had hung about the metropolises that was hard to determine the origin of - the aftermath of the sweep’s burning, or the burning that the humans had subjected themselves to; the smoke and industrial wastes.

As he flew, he noted houses spread sparsely and seemingly without any true reason, denoting the outskirts of one of the little boroughs.

Sabrathan hoped - to God - that he would find something there. Someone. Wandering had grown dull and worn on his patience.

Oh hot damn. Wasn’t that just beautiful? Another body, another human they brought to insanity that then decided to kill themselves. A nicely tied noose hung around the man’s neck and the body hung delicately off of the tree. What a perfect ornament, don’t you think? The positive reminder of just what God’s special creatures did. They defied him, they wanted to listen to Lucifer instead and ate the fruit, they are the ones to blame for death and suicide. The corpse that hung off of this tree couldn’t have been a better model of that. Do you see it God? Doesn’t it make you want to squeal with glee? Doesn’t it make you want to sing like you always do? ”Just so you know God, I’m not going to go easy on any humans left on this planet. I’ll make sure to have a lot of fun before and after their death.” He purred playfully as he walked.

That’s right, the demon was travelling the earth now on foot. It wasn’t like he didn’t have wings. Fallen angels always had wings, but those wings lived through the environment of Hell for some time now, so they didn’t look anything like those puffy, fluffy, white bird wings. Can you say tacky? It’s funny… God was like, the king of tacky. Streets paved with gold? C’mon. He created the universe, you think he could be a little more creative when it came to heaven. Earth was a much more enjoyable place to heaven. Less rules, no God breathing down your neck. You had the choice of whether to listen to him or not, and for this reason, the demon was slowly strolling around the wasteland that was once a popular city.

There laid bodies all over the place from the anarchy that had broken out. Some places there were fires and others made it obviously look like someone just cracked and started to shoot everybody. Carefully the red-raven stepped over another body that laid against the ground. Oh~ He recognized that as one of the new souls that came to Hell as of recently. You see, not everyone came to Hell from the sweep, only those that didn’t follow God’s guidelines to be saved.

Psht, like it was some kind of special club. ’Only if you prove yourself first.’. Rusalka rolled his crimson eyes a little bit and blue up at the hair of his which fell in front of his face. Ridiculous really. Lord Lucifer accepted anyone—anyone that God hadn’t taken away already. Didn’t that just sound lovely? Apparently not…. The demon hit a can with the side of his nicely shined pair of black couture Raquel loafers. His hands stuck inside the pockets of his black, pinstriped slacks that hung around his hips with a black, leather belt with studs sticking out of it. Just wasn’t a belt for him without studs—or something that made it special. He wore a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and had the top two buttons and the bottom button left unbuttoned. He wore an unbuttoned vest over the shirt, the vest also was pinstriped and matched exactly with the pants. It’s length was just down to his waist and the back of it was completely missing side from a single loop that went around his neck.

Just because no one was around to see it didn’t mean he couldn’t dress nicely.

It had been two days and he hadn’t run into anything but a number of lovely sights due to Lord Lucifer’s work. The God in heaven didn’t even try to fix it. He wondered if the God in Heaven really cared about the human’s that were obviously left on this planet. There was that possibility that he was just waiting for them all to finally die. He always said that thing about conjuring up a new world or something. So maybe God wasn’t as perfect as he pretended to be and just wanted them all to die once and for all so he could make the perfect world. Like Lord Lucifer wasn’t gonna find some way into that place.

How laughable!

Though as funny as it was, it wasn’t entertaining enough to keep the demon busy from thinking about how lame this job really seemed to be. Like sure, he volunteered to do it and everyone was glad to have him do it. Now he realized why… because finding anyone alive in this God-forsaken planet was going to near impossible! Hell, to find the human, he was probably going to have to run some kind of cleaning job. Like, burn the bodies to bites and clean shit up so as soon as he started to see a change in the environment, then he’d know that someone had been there…. Uuuuugh! He hated the dirty grunt work like that! ”Mother fucker~ It’s not what I signed up for.” He complained to himself in a slight whine.

Maybe he should create a little anarchy between the animals. It could be entertaining… and draw someone out.

The demon run along in the middle of the road now as he went out of the city. He headed south now. His speed was faster than that of a human, should have been obvious that a demon wouldn’t have the same limitations as a human. After he made it out of the city, the streets were much more clear of traffic ‘accidents’ and things that blocked the way which made his path straighter and easier to follow. It was some time before the demon actually came across more has-been civilization. Like a small country community. Houses spread out with large plots of land between them, cattle, all over the place. It was like God was tempting him to just mess the fuck out of the animals.

Then he spotted it, in the distance. Well isn't that nice. So God really wasn't ignoring the world... or was he and this was just one hopefully little annoyance of an angel that wanted to get in his way? It didn't matter, either way, Rusalka sped up so that he could catch up to the fluffy-winged creature. "Well, well, well, look what Heaven spit out." The creature from Hell greeted with smugness heavily in his voice. "Shouldn't you be singing to God or something instead of playing in a mountain of corpses? I didn't know even God's angel's were interested in fun games like necrophilia. Learn something new every day, don'tcha?" He asked with a grin to his lips. Oh yeah, he figured he knew why that thing was here, but he didn't want it to be. The last thing that Rusalka really wanted was an angel he'd have to share the planet with... even if they were as far apart as possible. Maybe if he was really nasty, it would go away.

• • •

“Well, well, well,” a silky voice intoned, “look what heaven spit out.”

Sabrathan slowed his flight and looked down to the ground to see a… a human? Impossible. They were keeping pace with him, and radiating from him, there was… a stench, firstly. It was weak, just a scent that brushed up gently against his senses, but it was undoubtedly that of fire. Coming from the figure also was a corrupted feeling, and the angel narrowed his eyes indignantly.

The demon continued on, a smug smile curling their lips all the while. Don‘t sink down to its level, Sabrathan reminded himself. He kept his features blank aside from the slight arch of his brows as he regarded the abomination coolly. “Well, well, well,” he began evenly. “Look what Lucifer let out of its cage.” The tips of his wings tinted themselves a pastel pink, several shades away from red - wrath.

He wasn’t shocked to see that the demon himself wasn’t like the silly renditions humans had put up over the truth. There were no pointed horns, at least on this form, and the tail had been tastefully hidden. No parchment-textured skin, and no disturbing red eyes. Black and white pinstripes were what he wore, and they adorned his slacks and vest. He was tastefully dressed, and the he in particular was disturbingly tasteful as well.

In actuality, there was an elegant air about him, and Sabrathan had to remind himself that it was evil; as cliché as the word had become. The rich feeling - it was what demons were born to do. Seduce. Demons had been angels once, after all, and the inviting aura that projected itself through the air was the result of that. It would be a sin in itself to deny that demons were beautiful. In a darker way. The angel was perturbed further to realize that the air of seduction was nipping gently as him as well. How upsetting that he wasn't able to resist it. God was such a joker, wasn't he? Hadn't the old fool learned yet that leaving these most vulnerable parts on his creations were the reasons they ended up kicking dirt in his face?

Hadn't he figured out why Lucifer had fallen?

A matching smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “And you as well as anyone know why I’m down here; not to fool around with the corpses of God’s children. It doesn’t appear they’ve been tampered with after their deaths…” Sabrathan paused, noting he had started to curve away from what he had been saying. “Not that the presence of one such as your would be any indication.”

So demons had still decided to stick around. Sabrathan turned his face away from the demon and flew a little higher, a little faster, hoping the demon would grow bored following him and leave. Additionally, he prayed the demon had long ago lost the ability to fly. His face took on a grim expression. Then again, them simply being weaker would be a better wish.

And then he felt it. That single, almost unnoticeable pinprick on the fringes of his awareness. A human was nearby. Sabrathan didn’t risk a look at the demon to see if he noticed it too. “What do your kind have to do here, then? Humans… there are none left.” He turned back to the demon, his face a perfectly faked egotistical smile. He continued, his voice dripping with contemptuous amusement. “I was sure your precious Lucifer ignoramus had figured that out already. I am a soul-overseeing angel. What purpose do you have left here?”

A lie. A sin. Sabrathan knew that his wings would be changing ever so slightly in color.

It took a moment, but he eventually got the angel’s attention. It was about time. It wasn’t like the stories were true. The ones that said ignore a demon and it’ll go away. Don’t invite it in and—wait… that one was true. You couldn’t be have a demon get into you unless you invited it. Hm. Well, now Rusalka basically figured he was invited because the angel had acknowledged his existence. Who cares if he was trying to be a smartass about it? He wasn’t very good at that seeing as he couldn’t think of his own greeting for the lovely occasion. ”Well, you know how kind Lord Lucifer is.” He simply retorted with a light purr within his voice. He wasn’t going to let an angel make him angry. Especially not with something like that. There was this great urge within him that he had to ignore to pick at the other. He always wanted to… when he was around angels, he always had this huge impulse to pick on them, to play with them, to make fun of them in a way that wasn’t like a fourth grader, but it was somewhat harmful to their mental state. He just wanted to see how far he could push the angel until he snapped.

Maybe it was just that pure, holier than thou aura that always seemed to engulf them. This angel, like all the othe’s, was probably still a virgin! He was happy that he lost all that shit when he fell because now he felt just how annoying it was. It was like an itch that you just couldn’t scratch, except… it was a scent and it was a feeling. Uggh… he hated to think that at one point in time, that was him… that was him up there in the bright, shiny, pure aura thing with the pink and white fluff wings and the blonde hair and the—well, he never had blonde hair, but he certainly did not look like what he did now when he was on God’s side. That was given. God had a lack for style when it came to uniforms for his stupid little servants. With Lord Lucifer, every day was casual Friday!

Had God every heard of that? It made all the demon’s hellishly happy. It was intense. Then again, many of them had great senses of fashion and just like Lucifer, he would be hittin’ them all the time if he didn’t have his own human souls he needed to deal with. The poor things were so stupid they couldn’t do anything by themselves. Well… they had a certain ability to make hell for themselves… sometimes… which is how Rusalka got the time to go and fool around sometimes. It’s not like Lucifer didn’t know. He allowed it, so there was no problem. Could this pure-hearted angel say that about his God?

He listened just a bit boredly at the other’s explanation. How typical. ”You even came without respect enough to put the bodies away. How cruel are you people to treat God’s children in such a way?” He taunted the other with a very smooth voice. ”Not that I mind. The longer the bodies have to decay above ground, the more poison they’ll set into the air. The animals will die and so will the remaining humans.” He hummed a little bit as he walked along with the angel rather pleasantly. ”Suits me just fine that ya’ll would ignore your father’s children simply because most of them aren’t here anymore. Hell! If we’d known it would be this easy, we woulda done this ages ago!” The demon chirped in delight. His tongue peeked out of his lips and licked the top one pleasurefully. The angel was making a greater distance between them. Wonder why. Was he getting uncomfortable? Was he..? Wouldn’t that just be delightful. The demon couldn’t say for sure if it was discomfort or disgust, but he couldn’t help but be entertained thinking that it was either of them.

The demon noticed the slight change in the way the other carried himself, and the also noticed the new scent that tickled his dear nose, but did not act upon any of it. Not yet, anyways. When presented with the question, a loud, very stiff, ”HA! popped out of the demon’s mouth. He then took his right hand and covered his mouth as if to excuse himself. ”'scuse me.” He said with fake sweetness. Before he actually said anything about the male lying, his Lord Lucifer knew that there were still human’s left, not many, but they were still here. As capable as the man was about lying, he wouldn’t lie about that because of the circumstances, don’t you think? ”It’d be appreciated if you did not speak of lord Lucifer in such disrespectful ways when you intend to tell lies, little bird.” He said gently and very playfully. He couldn’t be sure that the angel was lying since it was an angel and it was supposed to be pure and shit and Lord Lucifer was not. He could have easily made something up to send off a demon back to earth to bewilder at the sights, but either way, the demon was fine with it. If there really were no people, then he could consider this a fun little vacation. There were plenty of things to do. Ah, but he wasn’t going to say that the Lord Lucifer lied to him just yet. Not when there were other ways of telling…

”I’m here to eat the souls that remain.” Rusalka stated before his bone-braced wings pushed out of his back and the demon shot up into the air right after the angel. His goal was to reach him and then take him down to the ground beneath him. The other caught onto something, but Rusalka didn’t know what—pfft, and he figured he’d play with the little bastard for a moment… just to see what would happen. That is, if the angel hadn’t had good enough reflexes to dodge him.

• • •

Sabrathan scowled. “I think you to be more cruel to have turned His children to bodies in the first place,” he hissed. Honestly, demons were just so… infuriating? Disgusting? …Abhorrent? The angel resisted the urge to curse. That… that was bad, and would delay a promotion, and the he wouldn’t be able to shake the damn color off his wings… “Let me explain it for you, then.” A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. “The animals will be fine, and there are no remaining humans, so I see no problem in that instance.”

Uneasily, he chose to ignore a few comments. It had been easy for that damned Lucifer to wipe out all the humans. They had no idea that the Lord had been dormant for a couple thousand years - it was best to keep things that way too. If any of their filthy kind ever caught wind of such a thing, they would be knocking down Heaven’s gates before Gabriel could even raise a finger. It was a lot of work, aside, for that single archangel to play God in the real entity’s dormancy.

“Secondly,” he continued with a confident sneer, “I have leave as the superior being to speak of your Lucifer dog however I please.” Lucifer - the disgust! Sabrathan’s lip curled at the very thought. A thick-headed angel that opposed what was right - and lost. Lost and fell down, down, down… He turned away from the demon once again, intent on flying in circles until it grew bored and left - that being the best-case scenario.

“And thrice, demon,” he practically spat the last word, “there are no souls left here in any case, so--”

A sound reminiscent of the leather covering of a drum bursting, and Sabrathan looked back just in time to see the demon flying toward him. He flicked his left wing, barely avoiding a collision by darting in the opposite direction. If it had been a second later, he would have surely been bludgeoned out of the sky, and… With a shiver, he stopped his train of thought that had been pessimistically imagining all of the morbid possibilities.

“Dammit,” he muttered. For all the angel was worth, he had hoped that the filthy imp had been one of those who had cut off his wings in protest of Him.

“Go the hell back to your fire and brimstone, bastard,” Sabrathan said sourly, rolling his eyes. No doubt his wings were growing a bit more colorful, but he had to buy time, and had to… land. Probably. Being a rather weak angel, it was best for him to evade anything that was thrown at him and escape. His eyes darted across the green, bushy landscape, looking for a place to land. If he could touch down in the forest, maybe it would be possible to lose his pursuer, but then again…

Angels weren’t particularly fast or agile on land. They dominated the sky while demons (save for the original fallen) were mostly land faring.

The demon chuckled to himself. My, my… how could he be so cruel? The demon was simply… helping nature along. Evil was human’s chosen nature, as the angel should know. Adam chose to disobey God. Human’s were born selfish and had to learn to be good. Don’t you think that means something? It means that Lord Lucifer was the one to win between the two of them. It meant hell could out do heaven and it wasn’t going to be long before the demon’s wished to take their asses up to heaven and knock down that damn gate. It wouldn’t be long until some of the demon’s became so blood crazy, so…. Lustful for the screams of angels that’ they’d wish to go into a direct war with heaven so they could take angels as their prisoners. So they could leave nothing for God. So.. Lord Lucifer could become the master of heaven and hell and of God himself. Rusalka ws pretty damn confident that his master could now—but there was obviously something that stopped the lord of all demons from making his move.

”How mean of you. You think I’m cruel? I’m simply.. helping things along. Your God didn’t like this planet anymore, isn’t that correct? He wanted to collect his children so he could make a new world for all of you and your perfect little bottles of perfection? Where you could bask in the sunlight all day and play your stupid little harps, right? We just helped with that goal. Now he doesn’t have to waste his time lifting a finger to tell the angel of death to come down here. We’ve done it for him. If anything, you should be thanking us.” The demon said with a tone that implied he thought the other was being so horribly rude within his voice. As much as Rusalka enjoyed being called cruel, it was a wonderful complement, but here he found the angels were just blaming his kind for their laziness. How annoying was that? It was childish as well, and not in a good, cute way. It seemed to come as a surprise to the crimson-eyed demon as his lips pursed out just a little bit. ”Oh really? Just animals?” He thought out loud. ”Well, that’s fine. I can vacation and spend my days skinning them alive while I swing at the school ground place sets. Maybe I’ll even find something good enough to fuck. Sounds relaxing, doesn’t it?"

A loud laugh was distributed when the bird-winged creature spoke of having leave. Seriously? Did he seriously believe that shit? Someone had been listening to their god just a little bit more than one should. Getting a big head like that~ ”You’re superior? You with more rules and a book has staples? Than a shepherd has sheep? I’m more free than you’ll ever be.” The demon stated. He knew that freedom didn’t mean superiority to most people, but it did to him. If you were king of the castle, who fucking cared if you couldn’t even leave the castle? What was important was to have the ability to do what you want when you want. That was what made people superior to him and just because this angel could still fly and had those cutesy feathered wings instead of his which look like they burned in an acid shower that was manually taken every day in Hell. This simply wasn’t true, but that’s what they looked like—and even though he couldn’t fly, he could really give the illusion he could with his acquired jumping abilities. Angels learned the tricks when they learned to push themselves off of solid objects to fly faster—The demon just applied it to the ground to repel him and push him up and away rather than applied in the already air. ”If you ask me, you’re the less superior one here. You’re as good as a slave to God. He doesn’t let you do as you please, only what he permits. He doesn’t want you to feel pleasure or he wouldn’t ban as many things as he has from entering heaven’s gates! Do you even realized you’ve been brainwashed? Hmp.” He chuckled, ”I doubt it. You’re not smart enough.” He simply said to himself though with the obvious volume that he wanted the other to hear him.

The demon couldn’t help but roll his eyes though a smirk remained on his face as the other kept his list going. How… annoying. Did he think that he was above him somehow? Thrice. Sounded fancy—sounded ANNOYING. ”Silly, silly, idiotic angel-man. Didn’t I just say it didn’t matter? I’ll reap the animals than for pure enjoyment. Besides, by saying that, are you saying that animals don’t have souls? So what you’re saying is your God created them for little to no purpose at all and when they die, nothing happens because there was no soul to go to heaven or hell? Well, isn’t that just delightfully unlike your leader. To leave things so open and unfinished.” He said as he hit the ground after missing the angel that he had jumped at like a cat to a bird. It’s exactly what he would title their little spatting as. Not a cat and a mouse or they’d be evening on the ground, but an cat and a bird. It was just out of reach, but Rusalka wasn’t going to let it stay that way for long. ”Oh my god~! A curse word~ isn’t that illegal in your neck of the woods?!” Rusalka questioned as if he were surprised. The demon hadn’t been in this angel’s presence for long, but he had a feeling he wasn’t quite as holy as he should be. So if he could crack him… it would be the greatest accomplishment while he was here on this barren planet.

The crimson eyes flickered with a moment of delight when he saw the angel looking for a place to land. So the baby was gonna come to him? How sweet. It would make things hellova lot easier. He couldn’t fly, but he was a trickster on land. He’d have that boy in his baby pocket. ”Return..? But I’m on vacation, babe. Why don’t you go in my stead? I’ll meet you there.” The demon questioned before he brought the fire of hell to appear in his hands and happily tossed it at the angel. It was something that was very cliché of a demon, but he didn’t care. It was a good thing. If it missed, it would set fire to anything it touched. Hit an angel and harm it, hit the earth and destroy it. This is what we called a win-win situation.