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I opened my mouth to yell at him. What was he talking about? He didn't know anything, how could he? He was just a human, weak and pathetic and the vessel of everything that demons could manipulate. Then there was a scratching noise, of something ripping through fabric. I gasped back into the wall, widening my eye in shock. My horrors were confirmed. Mikko had wings, dark wings, wings that undeniably belonged to a demon. I couldn't talk him out of his disbeliefs now - he was a demon alright and I couldn't believe a word he said. I mentally closed my ears, but I couldn't, I found myself listening to him - hearing the same underlying plea in his tone that I heard in my own voice, deep inside of me, engrained into my very soul. I swallowed. That was what they did to you, they made you pity them, they made you try to believe them, they did everything and anything to win you over to their side. It wouldn't work on me.

I huddled back against the wall. It was darkness under his arched wings and I couldn't help but stare at them. They were so different to mine but I had an odd fascination to touch them. Wait. He was already getting inside my head. Demons could read your mind, couldn't they? Maybe he was doing that from the beginning, maybe he could control minds too?

"I'm sorry," I murmured, dropping my gaze and reaching out towards him. Then my arm fell short and I tore away. What was I doing? It was a demon I was going after, a demon who had caused this whole thing. Even if he claimed to have seen the letter itself, he could still be lying. I couldn't believe him until Gabriel himself said otherwise, but I wasn't going to say that now. Maybe he had deceived himself. Either way, he wouldn't listen to me over his fellow demonic beings. My tongue felt dry, I didn't know what to say. He wasn't a human after all and I wasn't sure whether I should be relieved or terrified.

Of course I quickly thought about unrevealing my own secret, but there was too many flaws with this plan. First, this would involve ruining my shirt, and that might involve with the second attack from a man today. Second of all, he was a demon, and once he found out I was an angel he'd kill me on the spot - I was sure of it. My abilities were practises, but Mikko wasn't Mikko, he was Mikkozuri and I didn't know if I could beat him in a fair fight. Demons didn't play fair anyway, they didn't even know the meaning of the world.

Now I didn't know what to believe, and so I didn't say anything. I held my tongue and decided until I figured out what to do I wouldn't say anything about who I was and what my wings were doing on my back. They wouldn't break through, not unless I let them. Angels have some self-control unlike demons who appear controlled only by their rage and emotion. It was sick really. If I wanted any fair chance against him I'd have to act fast.

But then again, I wasn't innocent either. I'd had my fair share of killing and inflicting suffering and I didn't want to seem like a hypocrite.

Suddenly an ingenious idea occurred to me. This was Mikkozuri, the leader of the hellish army and maybe the most important thing I had. Without him, surely the demons would suffer in their fighting. And if I had their warrior, who was obviously important to be giving letters to Lucifer himself, surely he would be one terrific bargaining chip. That was perfect. I'd use Mikko and turn him over to the angels. Lucifer, of course, would want back one of his generals and then we could arrange something. An end to the war, at the very least an immediate ceasefire. We could lure Lucifer in, and then we could ambush and kill him. Angels never break a promise, but demons did. They are evil beings, so if I used Mikko against them, we'd have a hope to the end of the war. All I had to do now was keep convincing them that I was a harmless human until I could turn him over. A part of me felt bad, sure, but wouldn't it be worth it if there could be an end to the fighting?

"It's not my place to make that decision," I say coldly. "I bring ... I believe that only God can bring life and death, and it is his to take it away or allow you to keep it. But since you are not a mortal ..." I didn't want to say anything that would allow him to think I was anything but a human. "There's been enough killing in this war." The war that demons started, one way or another. Gabriel wouldn't lie to us like that. "I don't want to see another person die." I leaned forwards and as much as it sickened me to say it I whispered, "Even you."

That of course, was a red hot lie.

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Asha watched the scene around her with wild amusement, her eyebrows raised. She bounced the ball on the floor as she stood, peering further through the lobby where the others had gathered. She cleared her throat dramatically, aware that the highest powered people were now in the room, discussing details about the morning patrol. Something Nyx said immediately caught her attention and she smirked, catching the ball with one hand.

"You know what, we'd have a lot better food if we travelled up further, into the red zone." The red zone was where walkers had all but inhibited the streets, claiming it as their own camp. "There's warehouses there, I'm sure they'd have dry food. Better than this dry crap you guys call edible substance."

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Asha looked up suddenly having heard the voice. Her eyes narrowed and she rose up her knife. The only people who called out these days were the very brave or the very stupid, and anyone else simply had a death wish they wanted to fulfil. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of a young girl, about her age with dark hair and watchful eyes. Asha wasn't sure at first if she was hallucinating, it had been a long time since she'd seen a human. An actual, living human and now it was walking towards her and calling out like they were old friends. Then again, if you'd been out there in the first of it, anybody without a rotting, decaying skin across their face would seem like a friend.

"Are you serious?" said Asha, her voice raspy from having not spoken to anyone in what appeared like a very long time. She swallowed and took a deep breath before talking again split into two - one half of her was excited to have an actual, living person to talk to again. The other side of her was terrified, wanting to back up again because who knew what she wanted? Then again, Asha was tired of fighting and it would be nice for once for her to simply accept something without the fear of questioning it - or her.

"It's not safe out here," she said quickly, "we're out in the open. We can't talk here." She looked left and right. She'd only been poking around, raiding new homes as she'd left her old place a couple of days ago.

Asha stepped towards the girl, and held up her knife in front of her, so it was obvious that she wasn't going to be robbed, or worse. You couldn't trust anyone these days. At least with walkers it was simple, they run towards you, they bite, they kill you. Unlike with people who always had darker intentions, least of all taking your food and water. "What are you doing out here anyway?" Maybe it was a semi-stupid question, as the girl wouldn't really tell her if she planned to take her things, and equally she could be out there for the same reason as Asha: to survive. Or collect things from homes so that she could survive.

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"Well that's not fair," I muttered. He couldn't just pin this all onto me like that, like I was the difference between his life and death. I didn't know what to say or how I could say it. While I still didn't believe him, I didn't want him dead. He couldn't deny me everything that I had ever known, but maybe there was some truth behind his words. There was no way he would talk like that like he was reading my mind to hand himself over. He wouldn't make an empty thread, he didn't look like he was bluffing either. I backed up against the wall, it was darkness everywhere and I was shivering all over. It felt wrong, unnatural to be this close to a demon without killing it. I could feel my wings longing to break out and do something to rectify this problem.

The main and if not only reason I didn't was because I couldn't deny that he saved my life. Had it been any other case I would have done something in a heartbeat, if I felt the morale too, of course. Killing one demon seemed irrelevant in the grand scale but this was no normal demon. I stepped forwards, bracing myself as I stepped into the darkness that encased all around him like a fog. He really did have me convinced on the giving up thing and that intrigued me. I had never heard a demon talk like that before. I had also never had a demon save my life.

I stepped forwards as he lay on the floor, knees and fists making dents in the ground. I swallowed, and hesitated for a long time before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. I spoke softly and quietly, hoping to calm him down but also to settle the whole thing. "Maybe you're right about demons being good," I admitted, not really wanting to but only finding it right to say the bitter truth. "You saved me and you didn't have to. I'm still not sure why you did, but you did and killing yourself won't take that back any more than it will help bring an end to this war. That's all I want now, and maybe that's what you want too."

Then I saw the errors with my plans. Gabriel wouldn't be pleased with me, knowing that I'd posed as a human and done anything without his consent. It had been angels after all who held me down, not demons, so what else could I really do?

I let my hand linger on his shoulder for a moment. It was physically painful, feeling something light inside of me collide with something so dark and demonic, but if I could get him to calm down he'd realize he was being so irrational. I'd never known demons to be like this, to be emotional - to feel guilt and blame and regret. We'd been taught in all of the scriptures that they feel only a desire for more pain rather than the feelings we shared. If we were wrong about that, was it possible that I had been wrong about Mikko? Or maybe a little misunderstood?

It didn't scare me, surprisingly. I supposed I was too tired by now and I'd seen demons like him become large and full of shadows as we faced them on the battlefield. I took a deep breath, I'd regret saying this later (if there was going to be one) but I might as well say it anyway. "You saved my life, Mikko. Nothing you've done changes that. I owe you everything." It was only a shame that we were so different. I paused as I sat there, unsure of whether he'd snap out again and become enraged or not.

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Asha huffed impatiently as she pulled on her rucksack behind her back. "There's nothing like a little family outing. At least if we die, they won't find out," she said, blatantly her form of goodbye and walked on outside, flashing a smirk at the others who were joining them. "Didn't think you'd be coming though," she said, nodding to Marilyn, arching an eyebrow. "Let's hope it doesn't ruin your make-up." Then she moved along outside the lobby to find Elliot.

She pulled her black jacket tight across her chest and pulled out her dagger. You never knew what you found out when you opened the main door. What she also pulled out of her rucksack was a road map where the Red Zone was clearly marked with a red crayon.
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[sub]Alright then :c

My nickname is Rose though I don't really mind what you call me. I've just come back here after a few months at least with a tonne of muse. My exams finish the day after tomorrow and I'll have nearly two months of holiday so I'll definitely be pretty active then. I only RP female characters and I love a good forbidden romance, as well as anything supernatural: angels, demons, vampire, demons. I tend to RP darker things anyway, such as asylum, apocalypses although for the most paper I'd love to try new things. My posts tend to match the length of the other person's. A recent thread example is here:

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Asha stabbed as many as of them as she could, ducking and twisting and sticking her knife into the neck of every passing walker she could find. Then they were all around her and she knew she had to go. Racing towards the car and glared at the others, angry at them for revealing their position. No wonder they got so much walker attention. All Asha had managed to grab was a hunk of dry food and she'd barely even started looking at the rest.

"You idiots," she yelled over her shoulder, backing towards the car as she continued to fight the invading walkers which just didn't seem to stop coming. "Could you be any louder? It's like I'm around a load of children ..." Mind you, she did like the fight, the way her knife flung through the air. She'd probably die fighting those things one day, but not today.

ooc;; Thanks for the recap. I am so behind.

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[sub]Yay! Omigosh I'm so excited for this thread. And anyone want to plot with me too, I'm lust.

[sub]I tend to RP as female xc

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"Thanks," I breathed shakily, following after him and crawling outside of the grey, foggish crater. I couldn't help but turn back to look over my shoulder at the dead angel laying across the the floor, entangled with the corpse of a demon. I couldn't recognize the face and I didn't know if that made things better or worse. I coughed a little from the dust that erupted like a wave from the area. Mikko was already up ahead. Maybe he regretted saving me this time around. Why had he apologized to me? I just didn't understand why he wasn't like other demons. Maybe he really did die and became a human somehow, or maybe one of his ancestors shared a an angel gene. It was unlikely but the only explanation I could comprehend.

I cleared my throat, stepping out towards him, feeling the dark power ripple away from him in invisible waves. I couldn't do that with my wings for a million years, even if I lasted that long. He had just cushioned a building against us, a bloody building made of stone and concrete and board, yet he acted like he'd merely pushed me out of the way of a flying football. Why did he do that? Why couldn't he just be evil? I rubbed my head, I didn't know what to think any more. The rain was picking up and in horizon I heard the whimper of a storm picking up. Angels had terrific hearing which came in handy sometimes.

"We need to get out of here. They'll send out reinforcements soon enough and neither of us want to be caught out in the open." They'd see his dark wings and kill him on the spot. He'd saved my life twice already and though I wasn't one for teaming with the enemy, I owed him that much. Angels were like that, they made oaths and promises and they agreed to guard the people that saved them, becoming their own guardian angel. Well, with humans anyway. But demons didn't save angels. They were the ones that caused harm in the first place. Nothing was making any sense. Maybe it would be easier as a human, I wouldn't have so many conflicting emotions and ideas rushing across my mind.

Then I remembered he didn't have a home, he didn't have anywhere and he was practically a beacon for angels and demons alike to gather - both to assess the damage and collect their dead. Besides, if they saw him in that form when he was supposed to be dead, what would they do? The penalty for cowardice and insubordination was at the very least exile in the great Hall where many angels sat to determine your fate. The worst punishment would be The Fall, which nobody really talked about if they could help. It was the worst thing that could possibly happen to any angel.

I bit my lip slightly, feeling an odd sense of caring for this demon like I actually minded that he had gotten injured. I stepped forwards. It occurred to me how little I really did know about demons. I had no idea that they could disguise themselves as humans, not like this, not without expressing some other evil intent that soon became clear. I never knew demons felt anything more than sadistic lust, envy and everything else the seven deadly sins stood for. That was how you recognized one - those were the symptoms. In fact I'd never been so uncertain of anything in my whole long.

I had a the same longing I felt earlier, the same fascination as before when he'd first revealed his wings. I wanted to reach out and touch his dark, glossy wings, and see what they felt like.

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[sub]Coolio xc

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Asha rolled her eyes at Elliot's comment. She was slumped in the back having just shoved closed the doors on a walker, and her arms were crossed over her chest. "Next time, we make sure to have a lookout. Somebody should keep an eye on things," she yelled to the people on the front seats. Why was she stuck with people who didn't even realize walkers were among them until they were all but upon them? It seemed she had to do everything herself round here these days.

Huffing and grumbling to herself, she threw her rucksack across the spare space in the back seat, collecting what she had gathered.

"This is pathetic. Pasta, potatoes and three cans of dried nuts." She paused and frowned. "And a balloon. What's there to enjoy about that?" she said, retorting to Elliot.
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[sub]Yah lol. I am such a sloth it's unreal.

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"A couple of weeks too, I think. It's hard to tell down here." I answered lazily with a shrug. My stomach was screaming for food and my throat hurt to talk due to the parching there. I didn't know how much longer I would survive, after all, we were doomed to stay in the tower until either we starved or death, or until they got around to executing us. Without a fair trail of course. Though I wasn't going to lie about being guilty of magic which the state often referred to as Witchcraft. It wasn't my fault I had it, and I didn't regret saving a kid's life. Maybe I should have fought back against the guard, but then I'd be killed on the spot. Mind you, it was better that than starve slowly to death. Still, it felt good to have somebody human to talk too, and somebody who had magic too. It was like meeting your twin, except under very unfortunate circumstances.

"You know what's weird," I said, smiling sadly. "With all our powers and all our magic, we can't even do anything to get out of here." I threw up the chains to emphasize my point, and it made a rattling sound.

Down there in the dungeons there was no passing of time - it was almost always pitch black darkness and if you didn't have good night vision you were all but screwed.
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"I'm surrounded by little children," Asha muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at the others who were already climbing out of the car. She bundled the little she'd managed to collect and hadn't lost in the fight into her rucksack which she threw over her back. At least she wouldn't have too much to carry, and she might enjoy having some of her own food for a while without having to share it with anyone else - not that there was much of value to be passed around in the first place. She opened the car door and slammed it closed behind her, in time to see Marilyn staring at somebody new who was wearing her clothes.

Asha released a low whistle. "Now this is going to be good." She was half-talking to herself when she added, "if I caught anybody wearing my clothes," she laughed. "They'd be begging for the walkers to get them by the time I'm done with them."

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Asha arched an eyebrow, shooing Elliot away. "Maybe I wouldn't complain so much if you guys didn't almost get us killed." She shuffled her black jacket, and patted at it, blowing away his invisible germs. "Don't mess up my clothes. Some people make an effort with their appearance you know." She stuck up her nose a little, watching the rest of the sight with an amused expression.

"Somebody must have been excited, turning up naked and all that. It's not like she can just, like, dry of her clothes or something. She's just lucky Marilyn won't do anything about it, won't want to ruin her precious make-up. Again." She rolled her eyes. Well, she didn't take kindly to new members, she didn't trust them - she didn't even like people that were in their group. She looked over her shoulder absently for a moment back over the streets.

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[sub]I'd love to do a bxg with you, maybe a gang RP or a vampire hunter and vampire RP?

[sub]Hey there. I'd love to RP with you. Are you okay with bxg?

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"Seriously?" Asha yelled after Elliot, shaking her head in mock disgust. "What, did it take you a whole ten seconds to come up with that?" She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time and crossed her arms cleanly over her chest, deciding to see what exactly was going on. She stepped forwards closer towards the others, raising her eyebrows. It looked like something was stirring and Asha always found the sight of a fight to be amusing, especially since she was already annoyed about the whole walker situation. She was covered in blood but she didn't really care, it would dry off later and it was only on her jacket. She pulled out her bloodied knife and ran it along her sleeve, cleaning it.

"You know, anyone who joins is going to have to pull their weight in gold, right? This isn't a hotel service."

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