05-04-2011, 04:36 AM
Silas had taken advantage of the one named Chiaro transforming. Silas had torn his shirt and gotten the soul he was now flying at half speed towards the window. He could feel the darkness in the room and it practically crushed him to the floor. Silas had never been restrained and being in a demons presence had nearly trapped him. His heart punding as fast as a humming birds Silas had broke through the window and smacked into the stone wall across the way. He felt the blood run down his nose as he quickly did something he would regret later he took the vial and hid it between his feathers as his body hit the ground with a large thud.
Silas knew that in his wings souls could not be sensed or even found. He gasped for air as he drew his wings close to his back. The cold vial against his skin felt good. He mentally did an over look of his body. He felt one of his wings would need a slight splint and his ankle would need some fixing but it was nothing he couldn't stand. Being thrown from heaven had been the worst pain ever. To know you were rejected. But he had found solice in the fact he could redeem himself by sealing souls to heaven or hell under the light of the moon.
Now that he had the soul all he had to do was find a silent room and seal it to hell. He began walking towards an inn. He longed for rest. Adreneline still pumping in his ears. He felt it. The fight or flight feeling booming, ringing, screaming throughout his body. He quickly purchased a room in the inn. The young woman at the counter eyeing him lustfully. It was a looking he had grown used to. He went upstairs and took out the paper for sealing sould and placed it on the qround it was simple yet intracate. It had the earth in the center with a pair of angel wings above it signifying heaven. And a pair of bat like wings beneath it singnifying hell. He sat and focused his breathing getting deeper. He listened to everything around him for a moment. Hearing nothing disturbing he relaxed.
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