She is an angel. One of the beloved, the pure of heart. Who could kill one such as her?

He could.

He is a half-breed, an assassin sent to kill her. He slowly works himself into her life, waiting for the right moment to strike.

What happens when his plan backfires? Will he be able to admit his feelings for her and spare her life? And will she be able to accept him for who he is?

And so the tale begins.

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The fly? Or the Spider?

Name: Elaina Munroe
Age: Unknown, looks to be about 18
Race: Angel
Gender: Female
Appearance: Elaina

Name: Giovanni Marcel Idrissa
Age: Has two forms, a seemingly six year old form and a seemingly sixteen year old form
Race: Half angel, half demon
Gender: Male
Picture: Six year old form:
Sixteen year old form:

"Papers, papers."

Elaina sighed as she sorted through the papers spread out across her desk, disinterest clearly written on her face. She picked one up, her grey eyes skimming over it, before she shook her head and tossed it in the trash. She had been told to clean out the archives, starting with the first folder and working her way back. She'd been at it for three days, and she was still on the first folder.

Elaina got up and stretched, her wings spreading a little bit. There was no room for her to really stretch them in the cramped office; you would have thought someone upstairs (Or maybe right next door, as it were) would have thought of something like that.

With a backward glance at the thick layer of papers on her desk, Elaina decided it would be a good idea to go outside and get some fresh air. The office was pleasant enough, but her wings were starting to get cramped. She grabbed the heavy keys and tied them to her waist before ducking out of the room, making sure it was locked. Wouldn't do to have anyone making off with one of the papers, after all. Not if they were any important, anyways.

She went outside and took a deep breathe, smiling a little. It was always so nice out here; the sun was nice and warm, the air clean and fresh. Nothing like on Earth, where pollution made everything taste like dirt. She stretched her wings to their full extent, before letting them settle bac against her back.

[[Heavenly paperwork ftw >.> I couldn't think of anything else to write, my brain is on strike all of a sudden :sweat:]]

(I. Am a horrible person. Feel free to shoot me.)

Giovanni walks down the hall towards his 'Master's' room. He knocks quietly. "You summoned me?" The man nods. "Yes, Giovanni, come in." Giovanni walks in and listens intently as his master explains his next assignment. He nods, after he's done. "Go get ready, Gio." Giovanni nods and does as told.

An hour later, he's standing in the middle of the street, looking around. He knew what he needed to do, just not where he needed to be. He heads for the nearest building and walks in. "Um, hello?" he calls. It's very dark in there. Papers can be heard rustling, so he knows someone is in there. "I, um, think I'm lost..."he mumbles, playing innocent. Though he really is lost.