LAMIA
Demon
Posts: 38
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:08:13 GMT
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Post by LAMIA on Apr 25, 2023 20:06:55 GMT
━ rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men ━ MYSTIC FALLS HAD LITTLE TO OFFER LAMIA. APART from the man she’d met who pretended to be Lucifer (but was revealed to be nothing but a fake), there was only her Angel, who proved to be just as irritating as the rest of his brethren. Well, Lamia hadn’t met many Angels, but she imagined they were all the same. He’d bent to her once, and yet still attempted to play at being better than her? Instead of allowing Lamia to tear him from that “party” for something far more fun, he left her in the woods. No, in the dirt! Her dress! Her freshly-tailored, beautiful gown! That Angel would not know elegance if it smacked him in the face━and she intended to. Multiple times. Perhaps he would learn to like it.
The issue was finding him. She could return to the workplace, but…
Lamia was not afraid of him. She was afraid of nothing; nothing could overpower her in this form… except, perhaps, a well-crafted demon trap. And that blade. The blade that her Angel just so happened to possess. He didn’t seem strong enough to drive it through her heart, however━he was too concerned with protecting the life he thought was within. Perhaps once he learned there was nothing inside, he’d get rid of her. Or perhaps not. He was just as likely (maybe more so) to be charmed by her overwhelming beauty and decide to forsake his birthright for it. Frankly, he already had. Lamia only wanted to see him finally accept it━to plummet from his high horse.
And then he’d never dare to respect her ever again.
Once she could him.
She carefully chose the days and times she went out, not wanting to run into any of those pesky hunters again. They were far more trouble than she had the energy for, so Lamia avoided them as best she could. Daylight was the easiest time, allowing her to traipse through Mystic Falls and follow any indication of Lucifer’s power. It seemed dull, lately, and that was disheartening. Well, it would be if she had a heart.
Instead of Lucifer, Lamia finally located her Angel. She strutted along the sidewalk, watching the sun lower toward the horizon, holding her dress in her hands as she did. She slowed to a stop beside an opening between buildings, finding him there. He stood out greatly between the dark walls; he was bright, and lightly coloured from his hair to his aura, shining in the small space. It was atrocious. Lamia frowned and stomped toward the Angel, simply not acknowledging the other presence━he was too far beneath her. He was like one of the sickening peasants she’d gotten rid of in her own kingdom.
“You!” Lamia shouted, her knuckles going white around her dress, “You have plenty to answer for, Angel! Look at me! How dare you━” She reached out for him, fingers clamping down around his bicep. In moments, they had vanished from that grimy place and reappeared somewhere… cleaner.
Lighter.
Almost too light. It made Lamia’s skin crawl. She immediately felt upset and out of place, which was a strange feeling for her, as she knew she was the star everywhere she went. This was wrong, though. She felt like she was burning from the inside out.
“Where have you taken me?” Lamia snapped, though her voice wasn’t much more than a harsh whisper. Both hands clasped around his arm, clinging to the Angel now, hoping he could be of some use for once. “You will bring me back this instant!” She commanded, a little louder, and then shrunk closer to him, icy blue eyes ticking over her surroundings.
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Apr 28, 2023 23:14:34 GMT
A journey started with a single step. Why did it have to be here though?
Gabriel had recoiled the moment they’d appeared in the alleyway. The stench of garbage was almost viscous in the air, clinging to the inside of their shared nostrils even after they’d moved a dozen yards beyond the containers that weren’t big enough to contain the horrors causing the odour. A good man he might have been, but the angel felt a stirring of vanity in him as they had trodden in the pool of blood spilling out around a pile of trash bags. The suede boots that were now smudged with dark smears of blood had been … what was a McQueen?
The angel tried to pick through his host’s memory for some explanation as he bent towards the body almost shrouded in the torn black plastic, but Gabriel was recoiling again, and for good reason. What had happened to the man was, to put it mildly, brutal.
Nonononono, don’t touch it!
Hissing out a sigh, the angel did anyway, brushing the trash bags away from the blood stained face. The wounds didn’t speckle the man’s throat in neat little holes, they had been torn through his flesh, they scored a stubbled jaw down to the bone. His clothes might once have been nice enough to win his host’s approval, but now they were stained as black as the bags that cradled the man in death.
Gabriel stopped squirming and froze. Remiel could feel the memories rushing back in. An alleyway in New York, a woman crying out, things tearing and feasting, those fangs finding his own flesh before an angel had arrived and he had been healed with that burst of light. ”It cannot happen here,” Remiel muttered. He let out a heavy breath as the figure formed in the darkness beside him. ”I was not addressing you.” Death would have come as a surprise enough, he was not about to start explaining the intricacies of how his kind were able to take a host. Later, perhaps. If they got through this quickly enough.
He pushed to his feet, regarding the spirit beside him warmly enough. He had spent enough millennia to have the process down to an art … usually. ”This is not the end for you. If you come with me, I will explain and before you know it, you will be back here. You will be you again.” With no memory of what had happened, thankfully. There were enough questions being posed in this town as it was. More would only draw attention as to why Heaven had decided to meddle with this man’s fate.
”I won’t be dead you mean?” The man puffed, his expression shifting as hysteria began to bite.
This was where it was usually easier to remove them from the situation. It was not surprising that the sight of one’s own dead body seemed to scare most. ”It will be as though you had never been harmed at all,” Remiel murmured as though the man were a child. Light caught at the edges of the spirit as he turned towards him, but when he reached out a hand, that form would feel substantial enough to the angel and perhaps the beast that chose that moment to shriek her way into his life again.
At her holler, Remiel began to turn, but it was too late. His fingers closed around the man’s bicep and the world shifted. It was not the tunnel of light that most believed would face them when it was finally their time to go to Heaven. No host of angels waiting for them, no weighing of their mistakes to see if they were worthy. Light did flare around them, but it was the blue sky sort of a summer’s day, streaming across the deck that stood behind a structure as grand as the most expensive in Mystic Falls. Marble and glass, hollow enough that the demon’s voice boomed around the two of them.
The spirit stumbled back, gawping at them both. Remiel hissed out a frustrated breath, gesturing at the man. ”Outside. Stay out there until I come to find you. I must fix another wrong first.” Her. It had to be her! The man rushed away, confined by the limits of his heaven at least.
He didn’t wait more than a second after the spirit left the room before he was stalking towards Lamia, hissing out a laugh. ”I will not,” Remiel told her haughtily. Fingers caught at those bare biceps as she pressed closer again. Each time the ploy was the same. Tempt her with the flesh, push him until his fingers bit into it and he was restraining the urge to shake the demon out of that tortured form. ”Why would you not leave me to my work? Is this your calling? The eternal torment of an angel? It is enough, you will learn this time.” The sound of disgust tore itself from him as he watched her gaze slide around the space. ”What were you spluttering about? What are you accusing me of this time, beast?” Probably the dress, his abandonment of her when she had last turned up to toy with his host’s life in that town. It was always something she could huff about until she find some way to torture him and bring her happiness back.
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LAMIA
Demon
Posts: 38
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:08:13 GMT
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Post by LAMIA on May 21, 2023 16:30:56 GMT
━ rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men ━ LAMIA HAD PLANNED TO CONFRONT THE ANGEL and put him in his place, but she had never expected this. There wasn’t much to the inside of this place━not in Lamia’s mind, anyway━but that simply wasn’t the problem. It was suspiciously empty, with no disgusting mortals flitting about or passing outside the windows. In fact, while it was a pleasant enough picture, it didn’t seem to extend very far. Where had the Angel transported them? Oh, she had her suspicions, but Lamia didn’t want to start guessing. The unknown was far less terrifying than the idea that he could take her anywhere.
But it hadn’t been for her, and that was the problem, wasn’t it? Where was she taking this… this thing? The Angel cast him off, sending him outside to wait, and Lamia’s blue eyes blinked and squinted uncomfortably at the light beyond the glass doors.
“You will!” Lamia demanded, though her voice resembled the screech of the princess she once was; a child who did not often hear the word no. She sniffed as his hands caught her arms, her own grip released from him. Lamia pouted, her eyes flicking up to his and silently begging for mercy. Whatever this was, wherever they were, it made her feel as though she’d explode from the inside out.
“Me?!” Lamia screeched, furrowing her brow as she stared at him, her fear bleeding out and becoming anger (as it often did in his presence). “You cease to unburden me of your presence! You appear and cause hardship wherever you step!” Her fists curled around his shirt, though it was mostly to feel like she had the upper hand━like she had some control in this situation. “Accusing! Ha!” She scoffed, “No, I’m ensuring you are held accountable for the crimes you’ve committed… my dress!” Lamia squeaked, though it seemed a hopeless plight now, especially when she was stuck somewhere that made her feel so wretched.
Lamia pulled and pushed at the fabric over his chest as though she were trying to shake sense into him━that would be impossible for a thing like him. “You threw me in the dirt after that human worked so hard to mend my dress. You spoke one way and acted another; you lied, Angel, and you should stand trial for that by your own laws. Is that not true?” She thought about tempting him again, but Lamia couldn’t trust his response anymore━perhaps he’d leave her here to dry out like a fig in the sun. No, she would guilt him for his actions, and he’d eventually return her… wouldn’t he? He had to.
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Jun 13, 2023 18:59:49 GMT
Anger was their emotion, not something that belonged in Heaven. They were supposed to be the protectors of mankind, above the emotions that could fester and twist and leave them destined for …
Remiel grimaced, his body tensing faintly at the thought of Hell. He half anticipated a crack of lightning, God choosing this moment to appear back to them, to punish him for bringing a demon into hell. His brothers and sisters had spent millennia locked away in a cell for exactly the same crime – unintentionally allowing one of those things in here. The angel let out a strained laugh, his thumbs digging in to the soft flesh of the demon’s biceps. He didn’t even have the excuse of it being Lucifer who had talked his way in. A lesser beast had got the better of him – and not for the first time.
Guilt knotted tight in the pit of his stomach. With his hands on her, every second he’d spent touching her before fluttered through his mind like a butterfly on the air, never settling long enough for him to get more than the vaguest – most irritating – impression of it. With the soul gone, he could bring it all up, throw it at her like the accusation that it absolutely was. Was that not enough for you? Am I not close enough to falling?
Only, that had already happened, hadn’t it?
Heaven hadn’t been the same since the angels had started to turn against one another, the house of cards the Winchesters had been holding up all tumbling down. A civil war had turned them against one another, leaving all of this out of reach for a time. Now perhaps it would be again, at least for him. That should’ve meant that he took the beast from there immediately, depositing her back in that alleyway, instead of throwing the order to take her to the alleyway immediately right back at her. ”What has given you the impression that I would do anything that you ordered?” Remiel asked imperiously. He would not fall for that high pitched demand. She was not the one that he would take orders from, in fact, one word from her lips was always enough to have him digging his heels in all the harder, refusing to give in or see the truth that might have been in her words.
He would not give in to her sniffles, or the pleading look that she aimed up at him. Tough luck, he was not as soft a target as he might have seemed when he’d cracked under her pressure before. Of course, the softness on her part didn’t last. She was screeching again.
Arching his head back as though it would get him out of reach of those shrill noises she insisted on back, Remiel tried to blink it away. He frowned down at her, giving her a little shake finally. ”Yes, you,” he bit out. ”Unburden you? Who came looking for whom today? You appeared in that alleyway, you laid hands on me, or we would not have been in this mess.” Hardship? He wanted to laugh at that again. Each time barring that first she had been the one to seek him out. Save me. Entertain me. Whatever it was this time.
Remiel puffed at the hold she had on him, straining back as though his longer arms would allow him to break her grip on him without losing his on her. Letting her loose in Heaven seemed like it would only compound this disaster. ”Tearing that rag is my greatest crime? Well, I should be punished for an eternity for such an impertinence, obviously.” In comparison to encouraging an angel to sin, to interfering with his task, to set foot here, it was nothing.
Her grip was still tight, pushing and pulling at him in a weak attempt at shaking him. That would give her no more luck than merely screaming at him until he caved. He would do nothing until he had guided the soul back to life. Blue eyes rolled, a sigh slipping noisily out of him. Not the tiny rent he had put in it on that first night then. The third time, her appearance at Gabriel’s office. Was it his fault she had stumbled as he’d taken her out to the woods> Not at all. ”Would you have gone with me that day if I had told you I had no intention of being your plaything?” he asked icily. ”You were creating a scene and I removed you from it. That is no crime, demon. It’s what I should do again now, although I won’t lie about it. You cannot be here. Will you remain silent and still while I finish my work?” Could he trust her? Remiel groaned out a laugh, of course he couldn’t. The demon lived to devil him, she would not stop until all of this was tainted with her touch.
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LAMIA
Demon
Posts: 38
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:08:13 GMT
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Post by LAMIA on Jun 27, 2023 17:01:59 GMT
━ rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men ━ YES, THAT WAS RIGHT, HE WOULD NEVER do a thing she ordered. He was a bull-headed brute, and though she always said the smartest thing, he refused to listen. That was usually his own doing, his own fault, but now Lamia had been caught up in it━forced to come to this place where she felt terribly uncomfortable!
“Ha!” Lamia practically shouted, shaking her head, though her words were still rushed, voice shaking with uneasiness. “I did not search for you, Angel; you fell into my path, and I decided it was time you answer for your actions. I touched you… merely to ensure I held your attention. For you to see how awfully you had treated me.” Tears swam in her vision again, an annoyed groan ripping from her throat as he mocked Lamia. She pushed and pulled, thumped a fist on his chest and attempted to rip the cloth from it as though it would be a fitting rebuttal. She hated him! Why could he not see what he’d done to her?! To her dress?!
Lamia’s jaw clenched as she eventually stilled, big blue eyes watching his mouth as it moved, and then his eyes, as though she would clearly find deceit. No, of course she would not have gone with him, but did she have a choice? It was he who had the ability to transport her wherever he pleased, she was simply forced to bend to his will. “I do not want to be here.” Her defiance was little more than a squeak, once again attempting to communicate how horrible it felt for her here, although gentler this time.
Why did he laugh as soon as he’d said it? Would he put her in danger? Ruin her dress again? “Work?” She puffed, slamming the heels of her palms against his chest to finally remove his hands from where they bracketed her arms. Lamia hugged her elbows, upset that she’d folded into a position where she wasn’t as regal as she should’ve been, and that she couldn’t leave! She was stuck here at the Angel’s mercy. The only upside was the way her chest spilled from her dress as her arms crossed around her waist.
“What work burdens an Angel?” Lamia scoffed, though it fell sadly at the end, and she took a few small, meek shuffles towards the back door, peering out the glass curiously. It was bright, but it threatened to burn her eyes the longer she looked. “It is true, then?” She very nearly whispered, her gaze flicking to Remiel. “We are… where I suspected? Where I shouldn’t be?” Lamia felt terrified, an emotion she loathed, and one she wasn’t used to feeling.
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Jul 15, 2023 18:57:35 GMT
Demons were usually twisted in a way – the process to break their souls down in hell fractured whatever had once been sane in them – but rarely had he met one as delusional as her. From the very start she had been blind to what was in front of her, flinging blame at him as though he’d had anything to do with the trouble she got herself in. Had he been the one to draw the hunters to her? Had he shown up where she conducted her business to stick his nose in? No and no. Neither had he been the one charging into a situation he knew nothing about today. Grasping with those bony fingers, demanding something without paying a blind bit of attention to what was going on in front of her.
Remiel would have said that this was karma, but that would have laid his own fate too close to hers. He had no wish to be entwined any closer with the demon that he had already been. The shudder that worked its way through him at the memory was rapidly suppressed. No amount of history between them would change things now, nor bring on any fresh sympathy. She could yell and cry all that she wanted. He would not be led around by the claws she had worked into him.
”You are splitting hairs,” he said sharply, making pains to annunciate each word, as though she were deaf – she had certainly acted as though she were at times. ”Intentionally or not, you approached me … all to complain about a gown?” The laughter rolled out of him, his throat going tight around it. Delusional indeed. ”You could not keep your hands off of me and now you’re paying for your sins, beast.” The tears seemed to well in her eyes again, intensifying the tightness in his throat. She had believed she was the only one in that alleyway who had mattered, hadn’t even seen the poor soul lingering, waiting for their trip to their Heaven. It was pride and greed all wrapped up in one diaphanous bow.
Oh, she hadn’t liked it. Remiel’s lip curled for just a moment in a sneer as she groaned. He didn’t like the way her frustration left her hammering on him, but for a moment there’d been a flash of satisfaction. The angel grunted back, holding tight until eventually she began to settle. Her eyes were on his mouth, and the realisation of that had him pursing his lips for a moment. ”Then you should not have grabbed me as I was transporting the soul here,” Remiel said bluntly. ”I would not have willingly brought you with me, but you gave me no choice demon.” And now he had little choice. He had a job to do and it was unfair on the soul to disappear before he had them settled – all to eject one who needed to learn that her consequences had actions that she wouldn’t escape just because she stamped her foot.
His laughter reignited her outrage again. Hissing out a breath, he finally released her. She hugged herself, as though the air were chill up here, not the warmth of a summer’s day. ”Yes,” he growled as he took a half step back. ”We are not as you are – idly tormenting others. We have our tasks and mine was to come here, but you interrupted that.” Remiel’s eyes snapped up, away from her, as he realised that she was trying to tempt him again with what threatened to spill from the damned dress.
The angel kept his gaze above her head, even as she shuffled back and tried to fix him with those glittering blue eyes. The soul he had transported was still visible out of the windows. ”Did you think I had mislead you about where we had gone? That I faked this to torture you?” Remiel pressed his lips together and allowed his gaze to dip for a moment. ”We are in Heaven. If you had kept your hands to yourself it would have been a place you would never set foot in, but you didn’t leave well enough alone. Is it truly that bad for you here? Do you not feel the peace?” He reached for her elbow, towing her around until she could see the soul as he did. ”This is their Heaven, it is not so bad? See? Will you step foot out there?” Of course, that could be a mistake, his pride leading to a fall for both of them as God finally made himself known again to punish them both. Others had already suffered through millennia in a cage here for allowing one of her kind into Heaven.
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LAMIA
Demon
Posts: 38
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:08:13 GMT
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Post by LAMIA on Jul 31, 2023 21:54:13 GMT
━ rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men ━ THE ANGEL KEPT YAPPING, AND LAMIA wondered how any soul ever felt at peace around him. He was such a big-headed brute; nothing productive ever came from his lips━it was simply more things to make her blood boil.
“How many times must I say it was not my intention to come here?” He should’ve known that this was a fate worse than anything else for her. Lamia cowered from him, not wanting the Angel to bind her in his arms again, though she slinked toward the glass very slowly━as if the sun would jump out and bite her.
Again, he grew angry with her when all Lamia tried to do was ask what this place was. No, she was only confirming! Instead of simply saying yes or no, he took it upon himself to be rude again. She would have never been treated this way in her kingdom. “Have I accused you of such things?” Lamia hissed back at him, though it wasn’t a moment later that the Angel was finally explaining.
Yes, Heaven. Just as she’d suspected━the place she’d never gone; where she was not permitted to enter. Especially not now. How was she not combusting from the mere fact that her presence was here?
Again, he scolded her, and Lamia’s glassy eyes flicked back to the sunny window, as it was far better to burn her eyes out rather than let him see her withering expression. “No.” She croaked, “It… feels as though… I am alive again, but… I am unable to enjoy it. I can feel the heat on my skin, except my insides are… I have the sense that something is wrong. That I should not be here.” It was against her very creation to be in this place, so it should not have been surprising.
She looked back at Remiel when he touched her, her head snapping in his direction, though she settled once it became obvious he wasn’t trying to hurt her. Lamia shifted towards him, letting him guide her to the glass doors, and toward the soul still lurking behind them. “Does Heaven appear the same for all souls?” She asked quietly, instead of deciding whether or not it was bad. And, after a moment’s consideration, Lamia nodded nervously. “Yes. I will go outside… though you must promise not to let me go.” Lamia pulled her arm from him gently, only to link it with Remiel’s, ensuring she was locked securely to him. She wasn’t sure why she should trust any of his “promises,” either, however, Lamia knew she also didn’t have much of a choice.
Slowly, she stepped onto the porch once Remiel had opened the doors, looking out into the endless abyss. It looked… hazy, almost━like a dream━the farther she stared. “It is beautiful…” Lamia whispered, her eyes flicking to the ghost of the man━if you could call the cretin rolled up in the alleyway such a thing━still waiting for her Angel to deposit him here. “This place holds significance for you, I assume?” She asked, not because she cared about him, but because she was curious about his chosen afterlife.
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Sept 11, 2023 19:51:46 GMT
Not intentionally then. Still, the demon had ended up with him, a mistake that not only had the beast whining, but could see him punished as so many others had been before. Heaven couldn’t exactly be picky about its forces now, but this wasn’t just a harmless little mistake – he’d brought a demon into heaven. He should have only been concerned about his own sentence for this, there was that thread of concern for her caught in his chest thought.
The scoff rolled out past the tightness in his throat, his teeth baring back at the demon as she hissed at him. They were like spitting cats, neither one willing to give up their territory – or admit to their wrongs. Swiping with those cruel words that her kind would know best. ”In as many words … yes,” the angel bit out through gritted teeth. ”Cruelty to you, all the while you push me to such things.” Dangling temptation as glittery and diaphanous as the dress that had been damaged multiple times beneath his touch. Pride was still a sin was it not?
Trying not to compound his own, Remiel finally began to explain. He drifted close to her, keeping his touch, brief, light even when she glanced away from her, as though hiding an expression he’d likely felt the heat of a hundred times already. She may have shed tears, but there was always a burn of a different sort between them, charring at the edges of his temper until it all spilled out. He tried to let the demon feel a taste of his own medicine as he grappled with her, as his blade bit at her skin or the hunters bore down on them both. She seemed immune to it all. Frustratingly so. Until now.
”The human in you likely feels though it could be their place,” Remiel said with a huff of breath. ”She is trapped in you, is she not? You can still feel one another though. Her emotions, her moods.” As he felt his own host’s. Hell was hard on their hosts, leaving little but a broken shell behind. The demon had tried to convince him that her host remained, had played on his emotions to make certain that he did nothing to rid that poor woman of the foul thing inside of her.
Brows drawn together, Remiel merely tightened his grip on her arm as her head snapped in his direction. His mouth was back to that thin little line. He was offering her a taste of what never could have been hers, and yet she looked at him as though he were holding her here on purpose, to purposefully pain her. He waited a moment to see if she would fight with teeth and claws, hissing at him as she so often had before, but the demon settled, allowing him to draw her towards those doors and the world beyond where the soul would spend its eternity. Remiel shook his head lightly, his voice softer than it likely should have been. ”No, no two are alike. Each who is blessed enough to come here builds one of their own making. A few are gifted enough to share it, but still, each is carved from the mind of those in it.” He had visited thousands, learning as much of humanity from those intricately sculpted places as from the earth down below.
If the demon had tried to pull away from him his fingers would’ve tightened on her again, their trip here cut short immediately. They would have been back in the alleyway, the beast shoved away from him before he left her to throw her tantrum in the filth once more. ”I have no intention of letting you free in this place,” Remiel assured her, frowning down as she linked her arm with his – almost as though the demon didn’t trust him. That was rich.
Drawing in a deep breath as they stepped outside, Remiel tried to fill his lungs with the peace the soul was finding her. Heaven had always been that way, which was one of the reasons they had fought so hard to preserve it when the worst of their kind had attempted to tear it all down. He almost scoffed as the demon called it beautiful – as though she would recognise such a thing. ”Careful…” Remiel hissed.
The man turned slowly towards them, wringing a sigh out of Remiel. He had no hoped of stopping it. His lips curved faintly, the expression dreamy and fleeting. ”I came here on my honeymoon,” the man explained. ”Most expensive trip we ever took, but we were happy here. Made my wife feel like a princess. Is she here, did you bring her? Please tell me you did…” Remiel went to draw the demon away but the man had already reached out, lightly grasping at her other forearm as he stared at her in hope. There was a reason to leave early – to avoid the dawning realisations and the questions that would only kill their hope that they would see their loved ones again. There was no guarantee in that, but now the demon had stirred the belief in him that he would.
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LAMIA
Demon
Posts: 38
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:08:13 GMT
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Post by LAMIA on Sept 28, 2023 20:49:09 GMT
━ rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men ━ LAMIA ONLY SMIRKED, UNWILLING TO DIGNIFY the Angel’s accusations with a response. He would show her this place, Heaven, and then she would perhaps tempt him again━if she saw fit to. The Angel was so angry at her for what she’d done, but did he never stop to consider that he was the one who gave in? Weren’t his kind supposed to be indomitable? Yes, Lamia was the most beautiful woman in the world, and clearly no match for any man━even an Angel━but that was not her fault!
She walked with him through the home, through Heaven, her eyes narrowed inquisitively. Ah, he still thought she was possessing a body that was anyone’s but hers, and while it was in her best interest for him to continue to think as such, it did make her grin━if not slightly nervous. No, she was feeling what she ought to be as a demon in this place. If he knew the truth, he’d have some way of explaining that, too━Heaven itself was nice, but she did not belong here. And thus, she felt the overwhelming urge to leave.
But her Angel would keep her safe.
Lamia hummed in acknowledgement of his words as they walked, surveying the “paradise” the human had… chosen for himself? Well, that was interesting. Lamia would have chosen her kingdom in its greatest moments, where she was treated as a queen and her home reflected that. She loathed the fact that she hadn’t received an afterlife like this━no, she’d been killed by her own son and, upon returning to her body, caught in a trap she remained stuck in for thousands of years. Well, perhaps that was why she’d never had this gift━her immediate envy over it.
“So… they are alone?” That didn’t sound like “Heaven,” not in the way everyone imagined it. Lamia didn’t feel bad for the humans, she only wondered about who the hell spread these lies about what Heaven was supposed to be like. Well, whoever they were, they were the biggest deceptor that might’ve ever existed. And she liked that.
They stepped outside and she thought she could feel a breeze on her face and in her hair, her eyes flicking from the human’s face to Remiel’s, a glare twisting up her features. Careful about what? Could she not ask this lesser being a question? He was dead, after all! What harm could he do?!
Her brows furrowed as the man began speaking, saying something about a honey… moon? And a trip. His wife. Then he touched her, and a disgusted sound ripped from Lamia’s throat as she tore her arm away. “Do not touch me as though you are worthy, human! I do not have any notion of where your wife may be, nor have I ever seen a moon made of honey.” She scoffed as though he were crazy, and pushed into her Angel’s side, as though she were seeking safety from him. She was not scared of a human, though she knew if she were to hurt him, the Angel may let her suffer here forever.
But he was alone, was he not? That was what the Angel had been saying before. His wife would never join him, and he would spend an eternity remembering her here. Hm, how strange. Well, that was no issue of Lamia’s, nor did she care what he went through. The Angel would surely blame her for this, though.
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GABRIEL WEST
Angel
REMIEL
Posts: 207
Age:
36
Occupation:
Owner of the Courier
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Lamia
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 18:35:15 GMT
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Post by GABRIEL WEST on Oct 26, 2023 19:00:34 GMT
Once upon a time Lucifer had walked in this same space. Heaven had been his home longer than it had any been any human’s and could have remained that way, if he had not been too proud to watch over his father’s new creations. Now Hell’s beasts radiated every one of the emotions that had eventually consumed the archangel. All that negativity and destructiveness boiling in forms that still looked so human. Remiel’s mouth pinched as he watched her look around this Heaven with narrowed eyes. If there was a way to sweep this place clean of it all after she left then he was ensure it happened. What right Lucifer and his creations had to this place had lapsed long ago.
Remiel cringed internally. If they were caught he would perhaps be cast out, thrown down among humanity, his grace stripped for him, all because of his association with this impetuous, deceiving, bewitching creature. The smile on her lips should have been warning enough to end what he was doing here, but she remained in the in his grasp, not yet daring to tear herself away to cause mischief here.
Giving away secrets of the afterlife here left the angel’s throat burning – not literally perhaps, but the illusion of the sensation was certainly enough to have him hesitating. Remiel’s lips pinched for a moment before he sighed and shook his head. ”Not always. Some prefer it to be that way, but others share a Heaven. Perhaps in time he will be joined by those he loves.” There was no loved to it. He had seen those who had been here centuries still yearn for what they’d had, feelings clinging to them in a way it didn’t in those who chose not to go to their afterlife. In those poor souls those same feelings festered, eventually punishing them for the choice they had not made.
In the bright sunlight that streamed through this place, it was easy to believe that there was a whole world out there instead of the small confines of a single heaven. Of course, as though she couldn’t help herself, the beast had to start to disturb that peace. Her pretty features settling into a glare that immediately had him bristling in return. One sign of real trouble from her and they would both be out of there, the gift he was giving her (the one she certainly did not deserve) taken back.
He didn’t replace the hand on her but remained braced for the moment he would have to. Unaware of the danger, the soul whose heaven they had invaded remained blissfully unaware, slowly offering up his explanation to the demon. Undoubtedly she would not have the heart to feel the emotion of it all. The sound that tore from her as the man reached for her just proved it. ”I warned you,” Remiel hissed, his fingers taking the place of the human’s. He would have pulled her away, but she was pressing into his side instead – as though he offered solace.
The angel’s expression crumpled into a faintly puzzled frown, his grip shifting up to her delicate shoulder. ”You will not give such orders here. If there is any in this Heaven who is unworthy it is the one who could not make her own way here in the first place.” Remiel sighed, finally beginning to step back from the still hopeful soul. ”In time she will perhaps find you here. Do not lose heart and in the mean time … draw solace from this place.” A frown creased the man’s face for a moment, but then he was nodding and stepping back, his thoughts already seeming to drift away from what was asked.
”I believe you have seen enough,” Remiel said almost coldly. ”We will leave him to his afterlife, and you can go back to your education on earth.” How long had it been since her own soul had taken its fall to hell that she did not recognise the term honeymoon? He studied her a moment longer as though the story he should not have wanted to hear would come spilling out. Huffing when he realised that some part of him wanted to hear it, Remiel took another step away. A second had them vanishing from this place, returning not to the filthy alleyway where the body would perhaps have been found by now, but a quiet street in a town that was already growing quiet for the night. ”You tell no one what has occurred today. Do you understand? This is never to be repeated.” Those words had echoed through his mind before, but each time she had found her way back to him. This was the last time. Shaking his head at her, the angel released her and stepped back, vanishing with no further warning.
Tagged: LAMIA (Finished) * Word Count: 807
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