Distructive~{ashlemo + Demi}
 

Name:Astrid
Age:19
personality:Astrid is protective and can and will pick up any fight with any person
Race:humanhttp://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z...dc8cba7d2e.jpg
Bio:{work in progress}

Name - Belal
Age - Over fifty years of age; appears to be in his early 20's.
Personality - Sarcastic, a bit eccentric, and somewhat cruel. He is an extreme loner.
Race - 'Murmur' Demon; can control birds, some sounds, and is very good with instruments.
Bio - He, unlike most demons, was never human. He was born as one of his kind, being inducted into hell very early. He was released back into the world to be given a chance at life. He is wicked and cruel, but does have the capability to feel and to love. While Belal is a somewhat more 'artsy' kind of demon, he still has great otherworldly strength and much capability to do harm.

He'd been watching her for nights now. She would kill for money, and she would kill people with bounties on their heads, but she hadn't labeled herself an assassin or bounty hunter. Belal found that very strange; most humans loved to wave around titles and things they'd done with and to the world. Things they'd done to and for other people. Things that they should never share with anyone but their gods and their own bedside. Humans were funny creatures to the Murmur, but he generally left them out of his thoughts when he had the choice. Living beside these creatures proved as disgusting to him, mostly, but some he considered himself intrigued by... much like this 'Silent Face'.

Belal, being of otherworldly power, could see past this woman's accursed jewelery. He could see her filmy silver eyes and her fake form of vision. This type of sorcery was new to Belal, even in his fifty years of supernatural life. Smiling, he continued following her in the shadows. Most people could not see this elusive little vixen, but the male demon had no problem with it.

It was almost as if she read his mind, because, as she stopped and let the wind catch her, she asked someone to "come out". He did as he was told, although not sure if it was meant for him, and stepped before her.
"You called?" he hissed, his deep voice hitting the cold, quiet, midnight air like thunder. His lips were curled back in a wicked, devilish smile, his large canine teeth clearly visible. He seemed to be resonating a dark light, and his eyes were illuminated, much like a cat's. "Am I really here, or are your eyes playing tricks on you?"

"You are quick, Silent Face," said the demon. His voice was melodic; he almost spoke in a rhythm. "Put your gun away. Bullets will not solve all of your problems."
Belal's own white-gray eyes stopped glowing. His body was not tense, like many would be with a gun pointed at their brain. He licked his lips to get rid of their dryness, and crossed his thick arms. The male demon tilted his head at her a bit, noticing her troubled stare. She had a good poker face; one with a hardness to it. Her eyes told a different story; her pain and her betrayal was scribbled all over her synthetic sight. He gazed at her with much concentration, staring deep into her eyes. Most were soothed by this demon's charm and almost hypnotizing movement, but Belal could not tell what effect he would have on this woman.

"If you care to know, my name is Belal."

"I do not make 'smart remarks', I make valid observations," said Belal, very simply. "If nothing else, we're alike in the sense that relations are not our main priorities."
His eyes followed the gun as it moved from his forehead. He gave off a light chuckle, watching the woman's face turn from curious to angry. He awaited her next set of words, for he knew humans had to get the last few cents in, conversation-wise. He was also quite amused at his ability to get 'Silent Face' to speak ever so quickly. His arms still crossed, looked down as the woman turned her back to him.

"I never spoke of, or insisted that I had any information of you at all, woman. I do not even know your real name. All I know is, you're deadly with those contraptions of yours. You sneak around in the dark. And now I know you don't want to be around people, because you've been scarred in the past. All of this, Silent, is what I have picked up simply by observing," said Belal, stepping forward at an almost lightning-fast pace. He placed his cold hands on her upper arms, restraining her momentarily. He whispered, hissing into her ear, "Do not let your anger get the best of you. It makes you weak."
Releasing her, Belal walked away from Silent Face, awaiting a response; an angry outburst or a shot to the back.

"Silent Face, you're silly," he chuckled, circling around her like a panther would its prey. "I thought you were silent and secretive; I had no idea you'd trust a stranger so quickly, Astrid, so I should say."
He stopped pacing around her, and placed his hands on his hips. He looked away from her, still smiling a twisted smile, and shook his head.
"I was hoping for more of a challenge, but I suppose there won't be much of one, after all. I suppose I would be flattered if I were anyone but myself, but that isn't the case. There isn't much I can say of your unfortunate past, only this: that is horrifying, but that event has taken part in making who you are. You are strong, and you are Silent Face, because you were misused. It is terrible, but it is true."
Belal looked at her knowingly. "The truth is oftentimes terrible, is it not?"

He pushed her bright hair out of her face, and stared up as dawn was slicing through the clouds. He winced, placing a hand over his face.
"It is time for me to go. I will find you again, Silent Face, and I will hear you if you call for me. No matter where you are."
The tall demon slowly walked away, and seemed to disappear in thin air. He continued walking when he teleported to his destination, thinking of his odd encounter with Astrid. He couldn't quite place his thoughts, nor hers, and was confused as to why she shared her past with him. Humans were strange, oblivious creatures.