This is a one on one between my self and iEve. Please do no post but feel free to read!

((Not sure if you wanted profiles or not :3 so I made a mini one!))
Name: Darren Marcellus
Age: Looks 19
Race: Angel
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Angels and demons never got a long. This was an obvious situation that has been going on for years. It was in a lot of folklore, but it was more real than anyone could imagine. The war between these two opposites have made itself to the surface world though. In front of humans even. This was where the act of glamour came it. It was easy to hide one's appearance and make them look human. Hiding the fighting was the hard part. Now to angels, the main priority was to get rid of the demons, or try to bring down the fighting. Peace had to be restored

Darren peered below him, about fifty feet down, as he balanced himself like a bird on the edge of the roof. His icy eyes took in his surroundings. Right now, he was glamoured. His wings were completely hidden from sight. The only abnormal feature he had was bright purple hair, but he liked the color and never liked to change it. He tugged his white coat tighter around him as the cool air whipped around him. Being on the roof was an advantage for him. He was trying to look for anything out of the ordinary. Right now, all he could see were specks of humans making their ways around the busy streets. Sooner or later he was bound to catch a demon causing trouble.

He moved from the edge and onto the safer ground of the hard roof. With a small voice, he spoke to himself. "Maybe this is all coming to an end." Of course, he didn't even believe that himself. Every day something new happened, and he was bracing himself for what today was to bring.

((This sucked, but my first post always suck))

Name: Azra Ventisi
Age: Looks about 20
Race: Demon Harpy
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Running as fast as she could, Azra was a barely seen blur as she made her way through the streets. Harpy's were fast, one of the fastest creatures out there which gave her an advantage. Most couldn't keep up with her. Tonight Azra was out looking for trouble as she normally was. In her head she dared a angel to come try and stop her. God she hated those perfect creatures and their godly ways, no fun at all.

As she ran Azra knocked over dumpsters with her inhuman strength. She liked to cause chaos everywhere she went, it brightened up her day and made things harder for other people. And oh she did love to piss of the snively angels. What she was doing was only for fun. Azra had a mission she was to complete and she was on her way to do it. In her world Azra was an assassin, she took out angels and any major players. She sometimes even took out demons. Tonight she was on her way to kill an angel.

((It's ok! It was a good post. Mine was lame-sauce.))

((I liked it ^^))

As soon as Darren was getting ready to believe in those false hopes, he heard a noise. Soon after that, he sensed the source. A demon. He grumbled under his breath and walked back to the edge of the roof. He peered down and squinted his eyes. He was quick to find a blur running down the street, knocking things over. He frowned in disgust and turned away. He had to get down there, but he couldn't be seen just yet.

He started running in the same direction of the demon, jumping between the gaps of the roofs until he came upon a deserted, and damp alley. He closed his eyes and beckoned the glamour to be removed. Once that was finished, he unfurled white, feathery wings and stepped off the edge. The angel free fell for a moment before wind caught his wings like a parachute and it eased him down at a safer speed. He folded his wings in tightly and made them disappear. He then moved out into the open street and gazed around, looking for the speedy chaos maker.His senses sharpened and his eyes narrowed. "Where did it go?"

Pushing over a car Azra kept her fast pace down the alleyways. As she ran she could feel a presence around her but she couldn't pin point where it was coming from, which really irritated her. Looking ahead of her she saw an angel drop from the sky into the path she was on. Letting out a snarl Azra drifted to the side and hid behind a dumpster.

She sat there for a split second and decided what to do. With a smile she blurred again and ran straight of the angel. When she was only a few feet away she came to a stop, appearing out of nowhere. Azra was tall about 6' 1" and slender. Her long blond hair flowed down to her mid back in waves. Two black wings spread out behind her, the wings seemed be cover in glitter, every color imaginable. She was wearing black leather pants and a silver racer back flowy tank top. On her feet she was wearing black high heeled short boots. Her nails were long and sharp and her eyes were completely black.

Grinning she studied the angel in front of her. He was quite attractive for an angel, which was not even close to her taste. "Why are you in my way? And who are you?" Azra said in a steely tone.

Darren shoved his hands into the pockets of his white jacket. This uneasy feeling was coming over him, but he tried to ignore it for now. Soon, he caught sight of the blur. He braced himself to move but it, correction..she, stopped just feet from him. He smirked in slight annoyance and studied her closely. Her wings were interesting, and she wasn't as scary as some of the other demons he had encountered. She still looked just as mean.

The way she spoke to him made him raise an eyebrow curiously. "In your way...?" He questioned with a slight tilt of his head. "Well, I would apologize for doing so, but you seem to be destroying a lot of things 'in your way' , which is slightly uncalled for". His voice didn't have any hint of anger. It was almost calm and sing song like, but that was how he always spoke. He did have a stern and authoritarian demeanor but it only showed in how he stood in front of her. He didn't really bothered with introductions. It was a silly thing that didn't really need to happen. They were either going to speak witty to each other, fight, or one of them will run off. There were no need for names.

Azra was laughing inside but on the outside she pouted. "Oh did I hurt your feelings? Such bad of me to make things messy!" She said in a baby like voice. Then losing the pout Azra stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you here angel? I didn't think your kind came around this part of town." Since he didn't give her his name she was just going to call the guy angel. You could tell from just looking at her that Azra loved messing with people, almost more than killing.


((fail...such short post...))

The angel rolled his eyes openly at her pout. She was already getting on his nerves, which was rare when angel's were usually calm no matter what happened. He mocked her, crossing his own slender arms, before speaking. "I'm here because you need to stop destroying things with no purpose in mind. Do you realize what could happen if humans saw a tiny girl with sparkling wings lifting cars with her bare hands?" He was speaking logic, but he knew she wouldn't listen...so he added in a softer, more icy tone. "If you don't leave calmly, I have other ways to make sure this doesn't happen again."

Stiffening Azra glared at the angel. Her anger was building up and up. "I. Am. Not. Tiny!" She enunciated on every word. Oh did she hate when people called her tiny. She was about 6' 1" and yeah she was very slender but that didn't mean she was tiny. Azra knew it was her wings that did her in, how she sparkled. She thought they were beautiful.

"Oh other ways to make sure this doesn't happen again? Really I dare you, just try." Dropping her hands from around her chest she clenched her fists together and they burst into fire. Azra now had two flaming fists. She hadn't meant to light them on fire but her anger was beginning to flow over to her powers.

Darren almost flinched at her anger. Almost. He peered at her in a childish gaze as her temper showed more and more right in front of him. Well, if words would piss her off this much, he wondered how much longer before he lashed at her. He figured not much longer, and the sudden flare of fire at her fingertips only proved this.

He could sooth her, calm her down and be polite, but this was a demon in front of him. He had no room for kindness with the creature at his view. He gripped the hilt of his weapon ever so tightly and perked his thin eyebrows at an arc. "Oh? Did I hurt your feelings?" He mused. He wasn't acting very saint like. Angels were suppose to be merciful and lack of tricks. War changes people, and sooner or later Darren had aquired a bit of an attitude and a wise tongue to match. Still, he was careful and thoughtful in his actions. If he could ever avoid a fight, he would. Yet with demons and other dark creatures this proved almost impossible.

Breathing out Azara let out a snarl. She was very good at it, she had to be with the job she did. Azara couldn't believe she was letting herself get so worked up by this angel. Usually she stayed calm and cool until she attacked. But for some reason this one pushed her buttons.

"Feelings? Really..I don't have feelings angel. Remember, demon." She said the last bit while pointing at herself. Both hands still surrounded in fire. Flicking both hands the fire went out. She was starting to calm down.


((complete fail...sorry Eve!))

((No apologies ever! It was enough to work with <3))

Darren couldn't help but laugh softly. "Oh right.. You need a heart for that.." He felt bad saying it, but it slipped out a bit faster than expected. He let go of his weapon's hilt and crossed his arms along a slender chest. "So, leaving quietly? Or are you going to light your hands on fire again?" As a warning, a thin spark of electricity flickered from his fingers and went up his arm. It made crackling sounds until it vanished.

Laughing out right Azra clapped her hands together slowly a couple of times. "Oh..very good! Have you been thinking about that come back this whole time? I have to say it was a good one!"

Azra watched as electricity went from his fingers up to his arm. "Ohhh pretty angel. Does it have a bite to it? I've heard electricity hurts! I've never been electrified myself but I use it when I'm interrogating my targets." She said with an evil grin. "I wonder if you're fast enough to even hit me with that. Oh and to your question I haven't decided yet."


((Ok..lol. I changed my color the other was hard to read!!))

Darren chuckled and dropped his arms to his side. "Well maybe I can show you?" He mused in response to her 'curiosity' about electricity. He was getting a tad impatient, so he challenged her by taking a step closer. "Well I don't have all day for you to decide, demon." The angel lifted his weapon from it's sheath just slightly, never moving his eyes from hers.

((SORRY Its so short.. Lol and want me to change my color?))]

"Aww are we getting impatient little angel?" Azra said in a chiding voice. "Tisk tisk, we all must have patience." Dropping her gaze when he moved Azra watched him move his hand to his weapon. Raising her gaze back up she smiled. Flickering her hands out on a blur fire consumed her hands once more. Bring a hand up she threw a fireball at the angel then readied her stance to move fast when he attacked back.

((Oh no I can read yours lol, I'm off for a while. Boyfriend has a game! Later:)))

Darren smirked and was about to speak but a fireball flew at him. He twirled out of the way with grace and pulled his blade out fully. Instead of swinging it at her like a maniac, he moved towards her quickly. His fingertips on his free hand gave off sparks as he tried to at least touch her skin to minister a shock. Just strong enough to get her to back off.

Azra was not expecting the speed of which the angel moved. She had to say that he was fast, but not nearly as fast of her. But as it was she only escaped being touched with electricity by a mere half of an inch. Even though he didn't touch her she was still zapped slightly with his electricity and it stung.

Throwing herself backwards Azra did a back flip and landed a few feet out of the angel's reach. Still in a fighting stance Azra smiled to him and shook the hand that got zapped. "Ohhh ouch, such a little sting. I wonder what would have happened if you would have made contact." Both of her hands were still engulfed in flames but she didn't attack yet, she waited for him to make the first move.

Darren smirked and twisted his wrist, letting his arm adjust to the weight of his blade as he stared at the taunting demon in front of him. Aside from her attitude, she did look cute and innocent. He blamed the wings. Why would a demon have sparkly wings?

He eyed her and waited, only to realize she was waiting for him. He sighed and raised his weapon slightly. The angel looked around to make sure no one was watching, perferrably a human, before he took off to quickly close the gap between them. He swung his arm with ease and hoped his blade connected with skin.

Shocked again when the angel moved quickly Azra jumped back to dodge his blade but wasn't fast enough. The blade connected up by her shoulder and cut her slightly. Hissing Azra flung at the angel and swiped her long sharp nails at him, aiming high hoping to hit somewhere around his face.

The flames had been put out before he had attacked her. She wanted to save that for later. Azra had to admit to herself that he was a good fighter but she was faster. She kept aiming blows with her sharp nails, hoping to connect.

The girl's first swipe hit. Soon he stumbled back a bit and tasted blood. Touching his face, he could feel three perfect and deep scratches across his face. Man did they sting. He groaned softly and narrowed his eyes, careful with facial expressions thanks to her. He didn't have much time to readjust as her attacks continued.

This time he moved faster, ducking and weaving from side to side as the two ended up moving deeper into the alleyway. He ducked low and twirled, moving behind her and conjured more electricity, pushing his hand towards the center of her back; in between her girly wings.

Azra continued to swipe her nails at him as they went deeper into the alley. She expected him to fight straight on so she was completely stunned and surprised when he came up behind her and administered a shock in between her wings. It had to be the worst place possible to get an electric shock. It spread through her wings and it was the most painful thing. Letting out a very loud shriek Azra moved with full speed. Blurring she appeared a few feet away from the angel.

Her wings were still burning from the electricity and she let out a deadly snarl. "You will pay for that angel. Don't ever touch my wings again. Do you understand me, ever." Moving swiftly again Azra grabbed a dagger out of her boot and flung it at the angel, hoping it connected. Azra didn't stay to see if it did, spinning around she ran away from the angel vowing to herself she would see him again.

Darren smirked in slightly victory when she reacted. It must have been a sensitive spot. He sheathed his weapon almost on cue with her yell and her blurred movements to gain distance from him. He said nothing now, just watched her blankly at her threat and her anger. Maybe now she would leave. The now almost cocky angel barely noticed the twinkle of the blade as it moved lightening fast towards him. He gasped quietly and tried to move out of the way, but felt the thing sink into his shoulder.

Pain shot through his left arm, and he groaned. He tumbled over and lifted his head to see nothing but silence and air in front of him. His right hand was shaking slightly as he clasped strong fingers around the small handle of her blade. He took a few very deep, but quick, breaths, before slowly pulling the blade out. As quiet as he was trying to be now, he let out a scream at every movement of the weapon. Once it was out, he rolled to a sitting position and pushed his hand against the wound. He could self heal, one of the pleasures of being an angel, but it took time. The hand now almost covered in blood started glowing a dim white as the injured man got to work on healing his wound. He'd focus on his face later.

((Sorry! Spent the break with my boyfriend :D))

Azra ran full out for a long time until she was finally calm enough. By how fast she ran she made quite the distance between her and the angel, who's name she never got. She slowed down into a walking pace. The electricity had past awhile back so she put her wings into their slits on her back hear her shoulder blades. Once they were in you couldn't see any indication that she had wings. Shaking her head she made her eyes go back to normal, a deep blue with a tint of green in them. Her long nails retracted with a sliding of metal noise. Now Azra looked like a regular human just out for the night, well one that was carrying daggers that were strapped to her legs.

She started to run again fast as she could. She did have a job that she needed to do. While she was running she could help that her thoughts wandered back to the angel and if her blade connected. If it did connect was he dead? A million thoughts raced through her mind as she ran to the club the angel was suppose to be at.

Darren waited until his shoulder was healed, which took about twenty minutes of the man just sitting there in the alley. He gingerly touched his face and instantly felt the wound protest, causing his face to cringe up with definitely didn't help either. He sighed and hovered his hand just barely over his face. Soon, that was healing too. Just a tiny scar right above his eye was left. He grumbled in bitter anger for a moment before calming down and standing to his feet.

He dusted himself off and made sure his blade was sheathed and safe. He then moved deeper into the alley until it was pitch black. With a sigh, he outstretched his silvery wings and closed his eyes. Sadly, he had this feeling that this was the not the last time he was going to run into her. He needed to prepare a bit better for their next encounter.

After a few moments of thought, he jumped up and gave one small flap of the large wingspan, trying to avoid the narrow walls on either side of him as he made his graceful way to the nearest roof. Once there, he perched onto the edge and gathered his surroundings to guess where he was. Luckily, he wasn't far from his small apartment he called home. He shook once and the feathers of his wings straightened out. Then, the wings themselves disappeared into his humanistic glamour. He was going to walk this time.

It took him an hour total. Thanks to his slow walking and pausing before leaping abnormal gaps between the tall buildings. Once he got to his apartment building, he slid onto the fire escape and climbed down the loud ladders. Finally he got to his home. It was only the fifth floor, and the window to the third apartment was open. He hopped inside and was greeted with warm air of the heater that had been running all day. He chuckled and closed the window behind him. Home sweet home.

Stopping at a club entrance Azra grinned wickedly. Walking to the door she was let in with no resistance, it paid to be hot. Going through the crowd she entered the dance floor and danced around a bit, her eyes sweeping the entire room until she found what she was looking for. The upstairs and through the window she could see her target. Grinning again she weaved her way off the dance floor.

Going to a door that said private she opened it quickly and went through. Bingo, walking up the stairs she grabbed one of her daggers from her thigh. Throwing the door open Azra stepped into the room and through her dagger. Hitting the other angel in the room, but not her target which wasn't her intent anyways. She wanted some alone time with him. "Hello Marcus.." She said as she shut the blinds to the windows.

After 'questioning' him for a few moments she killed him. Swift dagger to the heart. Grabbing up her two daggers she wiped them off then put them back in their sheaths. Opening the blinds back up Azra jumped through the window and landed in a crouch on the dance room floor, sending people running and screaming. Blurring she ran out the door.

Coming to her house Azra stopped and walked up to the front door. She had a cute two story house in the city by the park. It was her most treasured item, home. Shutting the door and locking it Azra made her way up stairs and to the bathroom in her room. After a long hot shower she was in bed and asleep.