she looks at him she smiles of course but she feels of something bad a fallen angel

Michael doesn't sense anything at first. Then he gets the feelig that fallen ones are near.

Amon started to smile. "Can you feel that sis?" He said laughing a bit.

"Yes, and I do not care to know what in Loki's name they are doing" She said with a heavy sigh. "Are we the only ones?" She asked.

"That I know of" Amon answered truthfully.

Michael got up and got his flameing sword. "Serenity, say here. I'll go investigate." Michael stepped out of her home.

Jezebell felt a strong force coming towards them. "Amon, go away" She told him pushing him. He fought for a minute, but then left. Leaving her in the cleared area by herself. Jezebell reached her hands up, creating small stings to go around the area within the trees. Except the direction the archangel would be coming. Jezebell waited in the center. A small smirk laid on her face.

Michael saw Jezebell, and approached her. "What do you want fallen one?"

Jezebell moved her fingers behind her back. Closing the gap for him to leave. "You are so much fun. You know that?" She said with a bit of darkness coming from her. The sunlight would catch the strings, showing them to Micheal, just like a spider's thread. Only much stronger.

Michael tried to dodge out of the way, but it was too late. Jezebell's strings had him tied by the arms and legs. He could not move.

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Jezebell knocked his sword out of his hand. From her back, eight wings came out. They ripped through her skin. The pain not even phasing her. Her wings were much larger than she, and each pair increased her power. She walked up to the entangled angel. A slender hand slid down the side of his face.

A look of anger was on Michaels face. "And what do you intend to do with me you harlet?" he said in a low, angry voice.

She glanced at his eyes upon hearing the harsh word. She ignored it though. Allowing her fingers to dance down to his neck, slowly.

Michael tried to move but he couldn't. Every time he did, the strings would slice into his flesh.

Jezebell leaned up, kissing the exposed flesh on his neck. "Very sweet" She whispered to him before biting into his flesh. It would hurt at first, but soon go away into nothing but a sweet tingle.

Michael winced at the pain. "You can do whatever you want to me, you'll never get what you want."

After a little bit, Jezebell pulled away. Her wings started to get a red tint to them under the sun. She put her hand over his bleeding wound. "..and what is it that I want?" She spoke softly.

"To hear me suffer. To hear me scream. To hear me surrender. You will never get the satisfaction."

Jezebell raised her eyebrow at him. "I am not an animal Sir Micheal. Though the screaming part could be fun.." She said chuckling to herself. "Tell me. What is it you want from me?"

"I'm not in the mood for your mind games. I don't want anything from you."

"not even to be let free?" Jezebell shrugged. Ignoring his follow up answer. She kissed him on the cheek before backing away.

Michael gritted his teeth, and pulled with all his might. As blood poured down the strings, he snapped them with his strengh and fel to the ground.

Jezebell did not even flinch as he broke the string. She knew it was coming. Though she thought he would have done it sooner. "you alright?" She asked him as her wings disappeared. Leaving nothing but a few black feathers behind.

"I've been through worse. Not that you care fallen one."

"Worse how?" Jezebell said bending down to his eye level. A few strands of hair fell over her face.

"Worse like...." Michael reached over and gabbed his sword. He put it against Jezebells throat.

She did not flinch as he raised his weapon to her. She looked him dead in the eyes. "Go ahead Sir Micheal"