Almor sighed, reminiscing. Had it really been that long ago when the demon before him stood proud beside him in service to God? He could still hear the old Lyra, the true Lyra, buried deep beneath her flesh and muscle, beating weakly in her heart. He felt it attempt to take control of the wretch she had become...He sensed more than just simple greed and malice in her words. Lucifer had tampered with her memory upon her fall, that much was certain. But was there more trickery afoot? What magic could that foul bastard have employed on his former beloved?

And part of Almor understood she somehow enjoyed this new life. It was this part of her with which Almor held qualm.

"It is not only you who was forced to do what he did not! We meet here out of necessity. To me, you are a lost cause. But what our master want..."

"Regardless of your beliefs, Lyra, you DID indeed throw away love to follow a path of corruption. What possessed you to do so is beyond me, but when your crimes were commited, you were too heavy for the clouds of Heaven to hold. Your departure from my life was a heavy wound...it may never heal..." He lingered here. He wished she could change his mind, to prove she WAS not lost.

Playfully taking his tophat off, he answered with a smile.
"But my dear, you DID want me at one point."

"If you find decency in sending people to Hell, you really are fargone. Perhaps there may be salvation in joining us, if only release to purgatory. "

"Lyra, tell me something...do you believe you are serving the good side?"

Lyra looked at him puzzling over his question. 'Who asks someone serving the devil if they think that they are good?'

"Well, Almor, I don't know." She tilted her head to the side as she considered what to say next. Some of her soft dark curls fell from their place atop her had and brushed across her face. "Wonderful. Now you've gone and ruined my hair as well as lost my hat." She chuckled to herself about this. The serious expression on the angels face half amused and terrified her. "I serve myself mostly. I do what I want to be done. I don't know who is good anymore." Slowly she stepped closer to him with her hands out, palms upwards. "I used to have trust in God. I believed that everything He did was righteous and pure. Even if His actions seemed... harsh or cruel, I believed in Him. I felt like I had to - like He could do no wrong. Even if He was wrong, He couldn't be wrong because He was God. He made you and I. He made all of the humans with which we amuse ourselves and keep ourselves busy with. He made the moon and sky and stars and planets. For that I am thankful, and, for that I respect Him. But I don't know if blindly following to orders and wishes of one being is the right thing to do." She shrugged her shoulders to emphasize her point.

"I work for the devil because it gives me the power to keep myself happy. It also gives me the power to use my own head and my own will. If I feel like someone deserves it, I can help them. If I feel like someone deserves it, I can damn them." Gingerly she touched Almors right hand and stared into his eyes. "I mean you no harm. And, if you don't get me killed by parading me in front of demons and asking me to betray them, I will probably never cause you any harm. We are at war right now. Though if you insist on kidnapping me against my will, the night is a more appropriate time." Teasingly, Lyra let out brief peal of laughter as her eyes turned from serious to seductive. "Tell me Almor. Have these hands done things that they have not willed. Have they obeyed God's orders and not your own? Do you not have your own convictions?"

Noel sighed bit getting bored as she heard the tiny angel speak up to the taller woman called Leblanc,

Noel smirked as she looked towards the tiny angel, "Ah someone a bit jealous? I thought angels couldn't envious of others. Maybe Lyra is putting the moves on your dear Almor"
Chuckling she backed away from the wall as she walked in front of the tiny angel.

((I'm so sorry it took me so long to update.))


Zilla caught the look and could not help but smile back. "I do believe you are right, Johannah." Zilla then turned back to the angels, not wanting to break the stand-off just yet.


Zilla simply nodded. This was a very odd society. "I know your pain. These silly humans seem to want to institutionalize me for nymphomania. Can you believe it? When did a healthy enjoyment of sex become a sign of insanity? I swear. This period baffles me. Humans were not meant to live lives of celibacy. If that were the case, I would be powerless here. Oh but look! I have a mindless minion right now and could have more whenever I wish!" She could not help but giggle at her own comment. The foolishness of humans was always so entertaining.


"You do not need to apologize. Yes, it was a little risky with all of these humans about, but what are powers if you cannot use them? How about the next time you want to torch a human you do it somewhere privately?" Zilla glanced at the angels quickly to see if they were sufficiently distracted. She then moved next to Noel to whisper in her ear. "How about you and Johannah come to my place later tonight. We could roast some humans, enjoy some Italian wine, and break into the shipment of chocolates I just received from Belgium. How does that sound?" Zilla would greatly enjoy some non-human company.

She then turned to faced the two angels again when she hear the elder angel speak.


Zilla could not help but sigh. Why did this angel have to be right? Engaging in broad daylight would simply be idiotic. There would be too many human witnesses to kill. Zilla did not feel like getting her hands that dirty before dinner. "See, here is my problem with that proposal. You may be an angel, but to me that makes you even more untrustworthy. I'd rather not turn my back for you to use as target practice. As much as I would like to kill you now, I cannot deny that there would be too many witnesses. So here is my plan. We leave this to be continued under moonlight. I will take my demons. You take your angels. Oh, and since I do not trust you farther than I could toss you in this corset, we will leave without facing away from each other. Now how does that sound, angel?"


Zilla could not help but smirk at Noel's statement. "Well if we all know our Lyra, she will have him begging to remove her clothes before we even leave this alley. I may be the succubus, but she sure can flirt." This thought was comforting to Zilla. Lyra may be a liability, but her greed and lust would keep her on the devil's side... at least for now. Zilla could not imagine Lyra giving up the comforts that Satan provided her with just because an angel had a private conversation with her. Lyra simply will always be selfish. Perhaps even more selfish than Zilla. Zilla at least learned that she had to be a leader as well. In some ways that made her selfless. The devil was depending on her. Zilla was still unsure as of why all of the demons looked to her for guidance- she never intended it- but it seems that she was the closest to the devil. Perhaps it was to be expected.

Blah. Blah. Blah. Johannah ignored the rest of what came out of Noel's mouth. Just because, for once, she was the only one who seemed to understand the concept of self control it didn't give Noel the right to shout at her. She would have voiced her complaint about this had Noel not hurried to bow down and apologize to Zilla.

Why doesn't she just kiss the almighty mistress Zilla's feet while she's at it?

Johannah desperately wanted to leave. This entire stupid little standoff was getting rather boring. She didn't count on Almor and Lyra returning. Either the fallen angel would end up having her way with him or, the better situation in Johannah's mind, she might end up killing him. And if Johannah couldn't have her own fun by killing the obnoxious little angel then she didn't want to stick around.

Johannah scoffed. LeBlanc thought they didn't want to fight? She couldn't speak for the other demons there, but Johannah certainly felt the opposite. This little meeting would be drastically more fun if they were fighting.

Johannah's eyes moved from the demons near her to the angels and back and forth over again as they spoke amongst each other. And the point of all this was...? Being the fickle demon that she was, she no longer cared to wait and make sure Lyra wasn't returned to “the light”.

“The lot of you can stick around here and chat for however long you like, but I'm bored and there are many other things I'd rather be doing at the moment.”

And with that she walked away from the group and strode intently towards the human man watching them. It hadn't slipped her noticed that he'd moved from his previous position and was attempting to sneak up on them.

((In a rush, will edit out mistakes later))

"I must admit, Lyra...though I have grown to hate your new spirit, I am still in love with your physical body."

Without thinking, Almor grasped the fallen-angel's hand and gently brought it to his cheek, feeling the warmth he had missed for all that time. He purred as he moved Lyra's hand to his lips and kissed the back of her hand, his eyes coyly locked on her's. Lust was sure to possess his body soon. And yet...

Is this not temptation? Has she made me stray from the path of God with her unholy body? This is wrong!

But oh so right!

The invasion in Almor's thoughts shook him from his dreamy daze. The absolute surprise from the new voice in his mind, one not his own, gripped at him like a hand coated in ice. His eyes widened in fright as he let go of Lyra's hand and stepped back in terror.

"What have you done, Lyra!? In the name of the Lord, what have you done!?"

She has given you a gift...

"No, no, NO!" he swung his arms like a madman as he stepped further back. What magic was this? What was ailing him?

As he neared the edge of the rooftop, he stopped himself from falling over the precipice. He looked down and saw his hands tightly grasping two daggers on his vest, veins clearly visible in a sign of pure rage.

Breathlessly, he addressed Lyra "You...you should probably consider my offer to join our ranks...please..."

Without another word, he abruptly leaned back over the edge of the roof and tumbled down towards the dirty stone forming the ground of the ally, where the demons and angels were still conversing. He weakly spread his wings enough to slow his descent to a speed which would not cause death.

But the collision with the cold ground was still astounding. His mind fell into a deep slumber.

Lyra's eyes softened as he said this. "Though you hate my spirit. But I don't even remember you! How do you really know what lies within my spirit when you haven't even... seen me."

Lyra felt herself inhale when Almor grasped her hand back. It was a bitter sweet experience. This Almor was far more dapper than she had originally pegged him. She felt her heart beat faster as the fuzz on his cheek gently tickled her fingers. She shivered when she felt his soft lips. Her breathing grew louder and she sighed as she felt her blood circulating through her in a most unusual fashion.

"My kind sir. Should you want to kidnap me...er... properly, then as I said perhaps it should take place under the cloak of night. Surly you don't want all of your companions to see you interacting with your enemies in... such a scandalous fashion." Daintily, she fanned herself with her free hand in the hopes of easing the spell of dizziness that was about to overtake her.

Lyra stared in disbelief as Almor let her hand drop. His eyes were wild and crazy as he stared at her in accusation.

"I beg your pardon? I've done nothing. I... well I'm sorry if you misunderstood, but no! You're the one who kidnapped ME!"


"Why, yes yes yes! Are you bloody mad?" She felt her jaw drop to the ground as Almor swung his hands around like a toddler in the middle of a temper tantrum. 'I have to be more careful. Usually the men are swooning and dizzy over me, but never the other way around. Did that charlatan just try to seduce me into having his way with me?'

'Well in all my years! That shark, does he really think he can seduce me to the side of God? Why that really is quite... blasphemous if I do say so myself. Maybe he's better equipped to be working with me.'

"And, if you are so desperate to have my body then I suggest you consider joining my ranks if you even want a chance. A delicate woman like myself could use a body guard. But... hey wait you're awfully close to the edge of the building you idiot!"

Before she knew it, Almor was falling towards to the ground. She tried to run towards the edge of the building to catch him but she was too late. Looking down at the "fallen" angel she felt both frightened and enraged. She didn't know if she was more fearful for his life or furious for being so easily controlled by such a man.

Flustered, she crouched down on her hands and knees and stuck her head over the edge of the building to call down to him. "You filthy dirty bastard! How dare you think you can control me so easily. Why don't you just run and tell your God what happened today."

Somewhere amidst her her rant she noticed that the angel was not moving. He merely lay there as the rest of his companions looked on in both surprise in confusion. 'My God, is he hurt? Please Lord, don't let him be dead.' In a huff, she scrambled to her feet and sprinted to the door that lead into the attic of the building they were atop of. With scores of luck, she was able to sneak down stairs and out the front door. Apparently, no humans were currently in the building, but she knew they'd be awfully curious as to why their door was unlocked when they returned.

((Hey, for anyone that has already read this, I edited it to not include the coma thing. Since I realized that it really never said anything about it anyway.))

She wanted to respond to the demons that she was also agreeing with them. That they should both return later at nightfall to finsih deciding things, when everything stopped.

LeBlanc watched everything happen in what felt like slow motion. She saw Almor falling, and then his body hitting the ground. She knew at that point, that while the fall didn't kill him, it certainly seemed to have at least hurt him. The human bodies they had here in this world were not meant to withstand the harsh realities of gravity and the physics of the realm. She also watched Xerybi run over to his body and try and wake him. Though at this point she was quick to be on her tail.

"Xerybi! Stop." She spoke to the young angel who was hunched over Almor and visibly upset. She also saw her head turn up towards the rooftop and knew exactly what she was thinking No....I refuse to believe it... What reason would she have for pushing Almor off the roof like that? Still she stood her ground and tried to keep one eye on the crying angel and one eye on the demons who seemed to be taking in the situation as well.

"Well, it appears that we now have no choice but to meet at a later time. Since it appears one of our party is has been injured by some unknown circumstance. We wish to take him back with us and let him heal. If that is alright with you demons of course...." She looked up towards the others, keeping on hand on Xerybi's hunched shoulder, and trying to make calming noises with her whispers.

((*cocks head* Should I edit in that Xyrebi was crying? o.o; ))

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"Well it seems your boyfriend fell. What happen Lyra? You two getting a little too carried away up there?"

Xyrebi ignored the demon. She even ignored LeBlanc as she tried to comfort her.

"Let's just get him out of here," she whispered to LeBlanc. "Seriously. They're getting on my nerves big-time." She jerked her head in the direction of the remaining demons.

She knew that she had to control herself, especially now that Almor's body had been harmed. It would be kind of bad if she suddenly leaped at the demons and started firing flaming arrows at them.

((I was going to do this in PM but I want to make sure everyone sees it. For those of you who don't know, I had a mental breakdown in school today. My school work is becoming overwhelming. My posts on here are going to be almost non-existent for the next three weeks. Please try and bear with me. I'm really sorry guys. I will try to post tomorrow to sum up Zilla's involvement in the stand-off. I just cannot promise anything. I'm sorry guys. I'm just under a lot of stress now.))

As soon as Lyra popped out of the building and into the alley way, Noel was waiting with a snide remark. Lyra rolled her eyes at Noels blatant childish provocation.
"Get your events in order my dear. First of all, he simply did not just fall off of the roof of that building. You should know that it clearly was my doing. Secondly, he is not my boyfriend. I do not deal with such silly human interactions. I would never choose such an unsuitable character to be a husband. And, perhaps he'd do as a love slave but he is far too silly and disobedient. He talks back far too much and still insists that he is a man of God. As if that isn't the biggest joke of the century. Besides, if anything juicy happened at all I wouldn't be standing in front of you perfectly dressed in my frock. You can see that the lace, ribbons, buttons all remain untouched."

Vainly, she spun around to display her ravishing appearance. "If only that brute hadn't made a folly of my hair! She let out an exasperated sigh as she walked over to her hat that had fallen on the ground. She picked it up and bitterly dusted it off as she examined how soiled it had become from lying on the ground.

Lyra scowled at Almor who still lay motionless on the ground. She felt her heart race with concern but didn't dare display any hint of evidence of her worry on her face. She wanted to leave, but she didn't quite trust leaving the situation quite as it was. Anxiously she tapped her boot. In an attempt to hone in some patience, she straightened her back and folded her arms across her chest.

Almor...Almor...She stands before you bathed in lust...take her up...INDULGE

In angst, Almor awoke. He shoved Xyrebi and LeBlanc from his side as he sprang to his feet, a little wobbly but otherwise fine. Some blood dribbled from a gash above his right eye, and as it spread down his face in a small stream, he stopped the path with his tongue, tasting the salty substance.

He pointed an accusing finger at Lyra.

"If you want to tempt me, harlot, do it properly! Try your best to lead me from the path of God, it shall be for naught!"

Almor grabbed a dagger from his vest and held it in front of his body.

"If you bastards want to harm us, try your best! All that is needed to defeat your kind is my skill!"

The blood spreading down his cheek gave a feeling of warmth to his face.

"But I know you won't. The sun still beats upon us. Perhaps we shall settle this discord at a later time. For now, we must disperse. The mortals may become...worried."

As he turned he grabbed a throwing knife from his belt and wrote a quick message on a piece of paper found amongst the trash in the alley and tied it to the knife.

"Big Ben...11 o'clock PM"

He turned sharply and threw the knife at Lyra's feet, somehow impaling the stone.

"Consider that my parting gift. Come now, Angels, let us leave this place."

He didn't turn back as he headed out of the alleyway.

(( Hey guys just to let you know I am going to reply back later today. I currently at work and can't really think so just to informed you guys.))

Julien stepped away from the alley as the three angels dispersed. Watching closely for any more troublesome actions, he decided to take his departure as well. The dramatic scene caused by the bleeding angel and the vane demon caused him a slight headache as he rubbed his dragon tattoo. Walking back to the fountain, he took in the important but at the same time not-so-important events of the morning.

Nightfall is not going to be pretty. I pray that all humans be smart and stay inside tonight...

((weeooh. sorry for the teeny post >.> not interacting with anyone at the moment :3))