Character: Ronove
Race: Wrath Demon
Background: Ronove is a marquise of hell who commands legions. He is in charge of captured prisoners and is hell's warden. Ronove is jaded and bored. He has been alive so long and he finds no joy in his life anymore. He is excited however by the news that the forces of hell have captured an Angel.

Character: Amaya Night
Race: Sorceress Angel
Background: Amaya isn't your average angel. She's got light-pink wings AND she's a sorceress.. Things have been pretty boring in Heaven.... until she's kidnapped by demons! Can Amaya still retain her good-hearted nature in the realm of all horror?

This is the feathers from her hairbows!

Ronove sat on the ornate throne situated over the cells. He looked down at the captured souls held within. He watched as demons tortured humans that had made deals or had fallen into demon's snares. His eyes fell to the front of the cells, where one reinforced cage stood empty. It had been cleaned and walled off so it was more private.
That cell would hold his angel. The thought of having an angel in his prison excited him. It had been so long since anything notable happened. He was ready for some thrills.
"Master, I believe they are arriving," a demon called to Ronove.
He stood and walked down to the floor of the prison waiting on the angel and its guards.

Amaya's face was way diffrent than what she was feeling. On the outside, she was calm, and kept silent. However, on the inside, she was freaking out, wondering how this could happen to her. Her blush-colored wings laid flat against her back, when all she wanted to do was use her magic on these idiots and fly away. But she couldn't, because she needed to bide her time..... None of the demons knew she was a sorceress angel, and the ones who did know were already slain by her. She smiled a little at the though, but kept her head down to give the appearence that she was reflecting on her life and what laid ahead for her cruel fate. The demons snarled as they pushed her in front of Ronove, and one of them hissed in her ear to curtsy or die before she even had a chance to get in her 'new home'. She nodded, and curtsied slightly, while the rest of the guards bowed. She felt so much indignity, curtsying for a demon of all things, but she kept silent and bit her tounge.

Ronove's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The first angel they had captured in over a millenia and she was female. She curtsied slightly to him, her head and eyes down. Ronove saw that posture and behavior spoke of complete obediance, but he had a feeling she had more defiance in her than he knew.
"So, you're my angel, hmmm?" he smiled as he talked to her, circling like a shark. "Aren't you a breath of fresh air? Well, my angelic companion, what am I to call you?" he stepped back and motioned all but one of the demon guards away.

Amaya looked up at Ronove. "Amaya. Amaya Kristina Night," she said, speaking her full name. She smiled slightly, and let her light brown hair cover her face, which looked more of a cream color under the light. She was wearing a light blue dress (the one in her pic) and some white leggings underneath, the only clothes she was wearing when she was captured. She also had 2 blue feathers dagling from either sides of her head, attached to a light blue sapphire with a sky-blue bow. She looked up at Ronove, still clueless about why she was here.....

ooc: I'll post a pic I found of it.... ^^

"Lovely to meet you Amaya, especially under these circumstances." Ronove chuckled. "I'm Ronove."
He smoothed his unruly hair down as he spoke, then he mocked her with a courtly bow. He motioned to the demon guard and looked over at Amaya. "I'll show to your accommodations, now."
Ronove walked purposefully toward the cell, knowing that Amaya would be forced to follow.
"So Amaya, tell me, how were you captured? It's surprising since we haven't captured an angel in quite some time."

Amaya smiled as she followed him. "They put some knockout gas in my room.... Next thing I know, I'm being dragged down to prison," she said, laughing at the irony. "I don't even know why they bothered... I'm not that extrordinary, other than the fact that I have pink wings," she said, smiling a little more.

"Oh, I suspect we will discover that you are far more extraordinary than just those lovely wings," Ronove smirked at the angel.
"Well this is your cell. Honestly it is much more accommodating than any of the others. You are a very special guest here," he laughed.
Ronove opened the door leading into an enclosed area, then opened a separate door into the cell itself. The guards had covered the small bed in white feathers before Amaya arrived, hoping that she would despair.
Ronove gestured to bed, intending for her to have a seat. He then paced back and forth as he spoke.
"You're such a very special case, I'll be looking after your care and interrogation personally." A smile passed over his face. "I'm having some food brought for you tonight and I'll encourage you to rest. I won't be interrogating you until tomorrow."
A demon arrived with a tray of gourmet food.
"Ah, here we are." Ronove took the tray and laid out the food on a small table. He set it for two and grabbed a chair from the corner and sat across from Amaya.
"We can have a civilized meal and some friendly conversation, I hope?" he grinned at Amaya.

Amaya smiled, and she nodded. She saw the white feathers and she lost hope for a second, but she sensed no angelic energy from it, so she knew they were fakes. She blinked, and sat down on the bed. The feathers made it much more comfortable and warm for her, but she didn't show a hint of emotion that said that or otherwise. She blinked when he gave her some of the gourmet food. Not wanting to offend Ronove, she waited until he took the first bite before she ate.

"So Amaya..." Ronove began after he had finished chewing a bite of grouper in truffle oil, "Tell me a bit about yourself. I'm interested to know more than just angelic secrets and tactical information."
Ronove took another forkful of fish and chewed it slowly, watching the angel. His shock at seeing a female angel in his dungeon was beginning to wear off and he could see that she was beautiful.

Amaya blinked, and ate some of her food as well, and she spoke after thouroghly chewing and swallowing the first bite. "Well, I like to draw.... I'm an artist at heart. I always have a sketchbook with me," she said, smiling a little. "I usually like to go swimming as well," she said, smiling a little more at the memories she had swimming at the beach.. "I write my own stories and poems too...." she added, blushing a little.

"An artist, writer and a swimmer, we've captured the Renaissance angel."
Ronove gestured the guard to bring a carafe of wine and poured himself a glass. He gestured an offer of wine to Amaya.
"Well, I'm going to lay out your options here," Ronove suddenly turned serious and formal. "Tomorrow, I'm going to interrogate you. I hope for both of our sakes that I will find you a co-operative and willing captive. The guards here are the best and any attempts at escape should be banished from your mind."
He paused stared at her and laughed.
"But we can still be civil, no?"

Amaya smiled at the rennisance joke, and she suddenly took on a serious outlook at the mention of the guards. She nodded. "Yes." She blinked when he offered her the wine. "No thanks... I don't drink," she said, laughing a little. Her 'new home' was an improvement over her human one.... Her family was captured and forced to work for dirt-cheap for a factory that didn't give a crap about their employee's welfare, so they made an underground shelter, fully furnished and heated because of Amaya's 'technological genius,' or so her family liked to call it. But she didn't dare talk about it, or they would most certainly find a way to make it worse....

"Good then, things should go along well," Ronove smiled at the angel.
Just then a guard burst into the cell. Ronove glared at him, the rude attitude angering the demon. The guard gestured to Ronove and he stepped over to speak to him.
"Well, well," Ronove laughed as he turned back to Amaya, "It seems you have been a busy angel, indeed. Apparently the bodies of my men were discovered in your trail. You aren't that ordinary after all..."

Amaya blinked. "That wasn't me," she said, looking amused. "Do you see a weapon on me?" she asked, laughing a little. In truth, she did it only as a self-defense. Even though she was taking it as a joke, internally, she was worried. What if they found out what she could do? "In any case, you might want to prepare a funeral for those poor men," she said, shaking her head sadly.

Ronove glared at Amaya.
"I don't like games, sweetheart," his voice was cold and laced with anger. "Whatever it is you're up to, I'll find out. Trust me, I can be quite persuasive. In fact the last time I had to persuade someone, chainsaws hadn't even been invented.
Ronove looked at the angel and wondered why he was so reluctant to hurt her. It was all threat ad bluster, but he hadn't even laid a hand on her.
"Guards, the cell is pehaps not restrictive enough for Ms. Night. Please chain her to the far wall."
The guards stepped forward and started to fasten chains around Amaya's ankles and wrists.

Amaya yelped, but didn't struggle as tears stung at her eyes. She sighed. What a fine mess she had gotten into. She had to sleep standing up!! Amaya frowned "..........Trust me," she said, laughing a little. "You don't want to know the truth about me. Even if your life depended on it." Her eyes widened as she rememebered something gravely disturbing. Tonight was the new moon, the night that her powers would consume her and she would go beserk, turning into something resembling a nine-tailed fox. She sighed. "......But you might want to chain me up a bit more. Tonight's not a good night for me," she said, looking up. Even though she was smiling, there was pain in her eyes. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but if they didn't take the right defensive measures, she could tear them limb from limb. As she smiled, her teeth began to grow more pointed. It was almost night, and she didn't want it to come.

Ronove watched Amaya's teeth change subtly and he smiled. He looked her over head to toe.
"So not pure angel, are you?"
He gestured to the guards instructing them to tighten the chains and add more.
"You have been a deceitful little girl, haven't you? Perhaps I should send one of the other prisoners in here to watch you tonight, just in case you get feisty... It really would be a pity if you hurt someone, wouldn't it?" he smiled, finding the upper hand and asserting it. "But of course, that doesn't have to happen... not if you tell me what you are."
He glanced up at her and smiled, though the smile was forced. Why didn't he want to hurt her. The idea of causing her pain was distasteful to him and he was confused by that.

Amaya shook her head. "No, I'm pure angel. It's just that the new moon messes with me..... Trust me, it's not gonna be pretty," she said, laughing a little. She sighed, and decided that the only way to get out of this was to tell him. "You see, I'm not just an angel," she said. Her eyes strted to glow and her chains blasted off of her. "I'm a sorceress as well. I know every magic spell or trick there is. And I intend to use them to restrain my powers," she said, laughing a little. The guards panicked, and slowly backed out of the cell. "See, the new moon messes with my powers. If I don't use my magic to surpress it, my powers will consume me and turn me into a human-like nine-tailed fox. In addition to my wings, I'll have fox ears, nine tails, claws- and occasionally, I'll grow fur and whiskers," she said, grinning. "Truth is, I haven't learned how to control my fox form just yet. So I'll go beserk and kill everyone in sight. Or if you're lucky, you'll be hospitalized and MABYE they can help you....... that is, if you don't die first," she said, her blue eyes starting to turn bloodred. "I warned you that you didn't want to learn the truth about me. So you might want to start running."

Ronove smiled at the girl, even as she changed. He heard the guards slam the cell door shut behind them, but he wasn't worried. He was a wrath demon and the angel was starting to irk him. He squatted on the floor in front of Amaya and began to use his power.
He pulled her anger from having to put up with the transformation and his anger at dealing with the angel. He gulped down the guards rage and frustration. He sucked the anger of prisoners from nearby cells and balled it up inside him.
Physically, nothing had changed, but if Amaya wanted a fight, in whatever form, he was ready.
"If you must." he said quietly with a far off smile on his face.

Amaya smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. "You've been warned," she said, and her eyes turned black, as she started to change. Nine tails cloaked in blue flame at the tips materialized on her tailbone. Fur covered her once-angelic skin, white with golden tips. Her hair shifted from brown to white, and her human ears disappeared as dog ears appeared on the top of her head. Her teeth grew sharp, and her fingernails grew longer, as she grew whiskers as well. Her wings trembled, then started to ooze blood, and it stained her wings a brilliant crimson. Amaya couldn't feel any pain, though, as her eyes turned from a pitch, souless black to a bloody red. "Are you ready to die yet?" she asked in a demonic voice that echoed throughout the cell.

Ronove stared at Amaya, not terrified of her demonic visage, but fascinated by her. The little wisp of an angel in a slip dress was standing before as a demonic fox. In truth, he wanted to know more about her now, wanted to get to know her rather than just use her for his advancement.
"If you bring me true death, I'll send you thanks from beyond the grave," he whispered.
"Yes, always ready for a little tussle," he said with an air arrogance.
Ronove feinted to theleft and dove behind Amaya, watching her warily.
"So, me dying, when is that supposed to go down?" he asked laughing.

Amaya laughed as she whipped around suddenly, as she lengthened her claws to stab him in his heart. "How about right now?" she said, smirking.

Amaya's claws caught him in the chest ripping at his ribs, but they missed his vital organs. He turned and coughed blood up. He straightened wiping the blood from his mouth with a evil grin.
"Thanks, now I'm really pissed off." His eyes flared a silver light and he ran towards Amaya, ready to slam into her with all his force.