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Post by Kaviel on Jun 17, 2010 4:40:35 GMT -5
 ---------------------------------------It was obvious that humans, specifically the more vulnerable ones, had no business here on Heman Street. All the violence and bad reputation that it had usually kept them away, but not always. Such was the case right now, as a woman and a child cautious made their way through. The woman was clutching onto the girl, who couldn't have been any more than five years old, making sure to keep her as close as possible. Little did they know though, they had someone looking out for them, literally. Keeping himself in the shadows, was Remy, following the pair and making sure that nothing happened. Despite being betrayed by the human race, the angel held no grudge against humans themselves. Instead, his hatred and anger was directed at hunters. It was them, and only them, who were responsible for destroying his family. After some time, they even admitted to it. It wasn't like he needed that though, he knew it was the hunters from the very start. So without any bitter feelings towards humans, Remy still tended to watch over them.
When he sensed some vampires near by, he quickened his pace to catch up to the pair. He'd been lagging behind some to give them some distance, but now he felt he needed to be closer. Along with the presence of vampires, came their stench, and Remy could easily pick up on that. They smelled like rotting flesh, but that probably had to do with the fact that they were...well, dead. It sickened him, but it wasn't anything new. Then as if on cue, he heard the distinct hiss, followed by a lower screech from the vampires. The woman quickly sped up, then picked her child up and began to run. Right then, the "leeches", as some liked to call them, made their appearance. There were three in all, and as one of them stepped in front of the woman to stop her, the other two stood beside her. They were surrounding their prey like a pack of wolves, while also assessing their catch. Remy didn't want to jump into it too soon, or else he risked the vampires harming or killing the mother and her child before he could do much. However, he also didn't want to wait too long either. So he stood there for a second two, watching over the situation and trying to time things.
"Hey there gorgeous." One of the vampires said with a smirk, showing off his fangs. The woman took a few steps back, clutching onto her child even more. She then revealed a pocket knife which she had drawn earlier from her purse. As she wield it, the trio of vampires just snickered. "Oooh, we have a bit of a fighter here. Thanks for bringing desert by the way." He was obviously talking about the child, but again, Remy wasn't about to let them go through with their plans. And lucky for him, they hadn't noticed him yet, so he took a few steps back. If he had to get to the woman and child in a hurry, he could teleport. For now though, he just didn't want the vampires to know that he was there. However, Remy didn't keep his distance for too long. Some vampires had elongated nails, and the leader of this group used that to his advantage. He swept those sharp nails at the woman, creating a few gashes across her the right side of her face. The woman yelled out of reaction, upsetting the child and making her cry. Now Remy knew he couldn't waste anymore time, and he put himself into the picture.
He could eliminate one of them right away, and he planned to do so as he pulled out a Glock that was loaded with silver bullets. To keep from traumatizing the small girl any further though, Remy used Illusion on her. He created her her own little world to see, something much nicer than the situation she was in now. And with illusion, she wouldn't be able to see what he was about to do. Silencer attached, Remy raised the gun and fired a single round into the head of the lead vampire. The bullet tore through the skull, and into the brain, immediately killing its victim as the vampire fell limp to the ground. This both startled, and angered the other two, making them step back and quickly observe their surroundings. From there, Remy used another one of his abilities, teleportation, and appeared directly behind the vampires. The second one took another bullet to the back of the head, at point blank, and crippled to the concrete.
The last and remaining vampire spun around, glaring at the angel and hissing in anger. "Was that supposed to phase me?" Remy said, asking more of an honest question. He hated vampires, and had this been a less serious situation, he would've found the hiss as something slightly humorous. The vampire on the other hand, was more pissed than anything else. So he revealed a silver knife of his own, before lunging at the angel with it. Remy simply side stepped it, and quickly came behind the vampire as he wrapped his around his shoulders and held him there against his body. Then he put the gun away, and drew a knife a from its sheath before plunging it into vampire's throat. He then tossed the vampire to the ground, once again switching weapons and resorting to the gun again. Usually, Remy would've let the vampire bleed out, but he didn't want to frighten the woman anymore. So he aimed the gun once more, and fired a bullet into the vampire's skull, putting a quick end to his convulsing.
From there, his attention immediately went to the woman and her child. The little girl was still under the illusion spell that Remy had induced, and he planned to keep it that way. There was no need for her to see the aftermath of their encounter, so Remy would lift the illusion once she left with her mother. That being said, he carefully approached her, but she took a few cautious steps back. Remy stopped, wanting to allow her her distance. After a moment or two though, she finally spoke again. "W-what were those?" She asked. "Vampires." Remy replied. "They're everywhere. So I wouldn't suggest coming back to this part of the city." He didn't mean to sound rude or anything, but it was true. For whatever reason, vampires had begin to hang out around Heman Street, and Remy had taken note of it. He also took note of the gash on the side of the woman's face, and while it wasn't anything severe, it wasn't minor either. "I can take care of that for you." Remy said, gesturing towards his own face so she knew what he was talking about.
The woman put a hand to her cheek, then looked at it to see blood. The fear and the adrenaline must've numbed the pain for a bit, and she had forgotten about it. So Remy took a few more careful steps towards her and gently took her wrist in his hand. All he needed to use sacrifice, was simple physical contact. In mere moments, the gash began to heal on the woman before appearing on the side of Remy's face. Before long, it wouldn't even be an issue for him anymore because of healing. Once finished with sacrifice, he let go of the woman's wrist and gave a bit of a smile as his gaze fell upon the child. "She didn't see any of the stuff involving the gun, so don't worry too much about it." The woman gave him a bit of a confused look. "How?" She asked, the shock still showing in her voice. "I allowed her to see an illusion, something that should actually make her quite happy. She's still under that illusion though, only until she's far enough away from here." Getting slightly more comfortable with the situation, she smiled a bit as well. "If they're vampires, what does that make you?" She asked. "I'm what you'd call, an angel." He replied in a friendly tone. Again, he didn't want to seem rude. A number of humans didn't seem to know about the numerous other species walking amongst them.
"Seems to make sense with what you've done." She said, the smile still on her face. It was a bit of a surprise to Remy that she didn't ask about his wings. He hated it when people did that, but this woman never asked. That on mind, she looked down at her daughter before looking at Remy again. "Thank you for everything, but I should really get her home." Remy definitely knew for himself how that was, as he's had kids of his own. "I know what you mean." He said to her, implying about his own kids. Of course, he used to have three kids in total, but now he only had Isabeau. Still though, she meant the world to him, and he'd give up his own life to spare her's. That's how most parents were, and Remy had no doubt in his mind, that this woman would've died for her daughter as well. After giving him one last smile, she thanked him again before walking past the angel as she made her way back home.
Remy waited until he could no longer sense her and her child, before continuing on his own way, and lifting the illusion from the girl. This whole encounter had been somewhat odd for him, since he usually didn't strike up conversations with too many people. Yet this time, there was a child involved, and Remy loved kids. They were precious to him, and he'd throw himself into any situation to help one if he could. When it came to children, their species didn't even matter to Remy. He loved vampire and demon children as well, it just wasn't in him to hate kids. That on mind though, he quickly pushed away the thought of kids as he started to walk down the streets again. He didn't need to start thinking, and bring back those dark memories of his past.
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Post by Kamiya on Jun 18, 2010 17:24:50 GMT -5
  Boredom was like a virus: unseen to the eye and deaf to the ears, but strikes with the precision of any weapon. But while it was far from deadly, it was most certainly a nuisance, and one that plagued Kamiya far more often than he would have liked. It left him spinning and reeling with both nothing to do and a headache, and nearly on the edge of taking a knife to his skull and prying it open. Doing such a thing would at least give him something to do for a while, even if it might not have helped the headache that reverberated painfully inside his cranium. With each silent step he took down Heman Street, he felt it pulsing through his skull like a thousand hammers and nails. Kamiya paused his walking and ran an irritated hand through his hazelnut hair, clenching his eyes shut and for a moment took a well-needed breather. In. Out. In. Out. In. The demon cracked an eye as a pleasant, alluring scent lingered in the air. Sweet, young and innocent, and to top it all off it was human. There were two of them, but the sweeter of the two caught his attention like a dog catching a whiff of a steak. What a marvelous aroma!
It left the demon's mouth slightly watering and he took another sniff of the wondrous odor, only to stop midway as something crept along his spine. His eyes snapped open as he became fully alert of his surroundings. Before he was far too gone into his boredom, literally swimming in it, to really pay attention to everything going on around him; he had no need to be on full alert while strolling the dazzling Heman Street, but the malodorous scent following that of the mouth-watering human child was enough to set his nerves on fire. Vampires. Apparently they too had found the two humans alluring and were following close by, and if their presence wasn't enough he felt another unbearable presence make itself known to his sense: Remy.
Kamiya clenched his teeth, irritation flowing clean through him; the vampires were a minor nuisance, but he knew for certain that Remy would never let him get away with stalking and hunting the humans. Remy just wasn't cool that way, and always seemed to know just when to appear; it was as if he knew just when Kamiya was about to have fun, and he had to smother it before Kamiya was even able to do anything. Woe was him when Remy was around, sucking the fun out of everything like one of the vampires who so boldly stalked the humans with Remy so close. But he allowed his irritation to ease as he made lemonade out of lemons with the current situation. What better way to ease boredom than to watch what could only be an entertaining event of blood, guts and slaughter? He'd deal with Remy's presence later, and cloaked himself in the shadows as he headed off toward the beings he both smelt and felt. The demon stuck to the shadows, using them to his advantage and masking his presence; the human with the mouth watering scent was, as he predicted, a child and the other human her mother. The scene unraveled before him rather quickly; the vampires playing the part of the typical villain and Remy stepping up as the hero. It was suffocatingly touching how much Remy cared, but he had to give the arch angel props; the killings were rather impressive, albeit a bit quick. Human woman thanked the angel, and then was on her way, taking with her the tasty treat that Kamiya would never be able to indulge upon; and then she was gone, and Remy was walking away.
Kamiya dropped the cloak of shadows he had entwined himself in and silently walked after Remy, who appeared deep in thought. Not waiting to be acknowledged, the arch demon cleared his throat as he stuffed his hands down into the front pockets of his pants. To anyone he would appear human, and no more menacing than a young man fresh out of college with his casual attire and messy dew; blending in was a game to him, and one that he enjoyed. Each day he was a new man, and no one ever knew the difference. He quickened his step as he caught up to the other male, and let out an audible sigh as if the effort had been strenuous. "Whoever said chivalry is dead was clearly mistaken. Good show, old chap." Kamiya softly clapped his hands together as a lopsided smirk spread across his lips, and he glanced at the bodies that lay still. Blood pooled around each and it was clearly obvious that they were no longer under the category of 'undead'. They were deader than dead, Remy saw to that. It was slightly amusing; Remy never messed around, and always went overboard with his killing. But the demon pulled his thoughts away from Remy's victims and turned his gaze on the arch angel. His hazel eyes slightly hardened; entertaining or not, Remy was nowhere close to being a friend and his presence was greatly unappreciated, but it was also curious.
Heman Street was nothing grand, and surely no place Kamiya would normally see an angel of Remy, or even Remy himself. While he didn't claim the streets as his, he felt as if Remy was encroaching upon his space. "What brings you here?" A simple question, one that could easily passed off as a conversation starter, but the tones of Kamiya's voice were cloaked with casualness and cheerful chatter. A threat, almost, laced Kamiya's voice, but he would behave for as long as Remy did. 
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Post by Kaviel on Jun 22, 2010 20:17:41 GMT -5
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The thoughts of his past quickly withdrew from his mind when he sensed a familiar presence near by. It was a presence he's come to know all too well, and it was at once that he recognized this being. Kamiya, the arch demon, was obviously following, but Remy didn't address it until he heard his voice. When he did, the angel stopped and slightly glanced over his shoulder. Then he turned around and stood where he was, not bothering to approach the demon just yet. To others, the pair probably looked like everyone else in this city, having a random conversation and/or meeting with a friend. Much like Kamiya despised him though, Remy despised the demon as well, and they weren't anywhere close to friends.
"I should be asking you the same." Remy stated. He knew that if Kamiya was out in the city, it usually meant he was up to no good. Now as for what he was doing himself, he'd decided to take the trip out to Heman Street to watch over the senseless humans. No, he didn't really like them, but he didn't have anything too bad against them either. Or at least humans in general. Everyone knew he had issues with the hunters, but that wasn't something he held against the entire race. Though again, they were arrogant and senseless, completely unaware of the things around them. And that was why Remy was always keeping watch over them. He couldn't help every single person, but he'd do his best to help as much as he could.
Keeping his gaze on Kamiya, the angel kept the flow going of the whole "casual conversation" going. The things he was about to say though, weren't casual at all, but it was his tone that kept things in play. "Kill anyone lately? Destroy any families...kill any children?" It was an honest question, though it was also laced with a bit of hidden annoyance and hatred. He knew Kamiya did, he's seen it himself, and Remy obviously didn't stand for it. If he ever got the chance to kill the arch demon, you could be damn sure that he'd do it in a heartbeat.
For hundreds of years, he's been fighting a constant battle to destroy the demons for good. Hell, that was what his entire existence was for. The angels before him had created him to fight their battles in the future, and put an end to it all. They made sure to try and perfect every little detail, giving him every power, and even putting instructions in the form of tattoos. Now a days though, he was the only one who could read those, and that went for the angels of Pandorum as well.
And speaking of those angels, he'd get into contact with them every now and then, using the main language they spoke on Pandorum. It was an old dialect, but that benefited him since humans didn't know any sort of hint at what it meant. That left them in the dark, and Remy being able to speak to the other angels without having to worry about others trying to listen in on him. That being said, there wasn't much need for concern about such thing at the moment. Remy didn't sense anyone else around in the immediate area.
Gaze locked lightly on Kamiya, he waited for a reply. He could be a rather patient person, and if the demon wanted to play bullshit with him, Remy could take it without acting too much on it. With some people, they acted aggressively from the smallest insults and phrases, but not Remy. Again, he had patience, and he knew better than to let things get the best of him.
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Post by Kamiya on Jul 26, 2010 20:58:59 GMT -5
Kamiya snorted softly at Remy's retort. “I can't simply enjoy a night-time walk? I am hardly out of place here, an Angel on the other hand...” But the Demon let the sentence fall from his lips, discontinued. He'd leave the topic alone, but his honey-brown eyes hardened slightly as he glanced Remy's way just as the Angel glared at him; the Arch Angel, in his opinion, didn't belong in the dredges that made up Heman Street and his presence was like a sharp thorn in Kamiya's side. When it came to Remy he hardly had patience, and already he could feel the thin sheet of his control slipping away and leaving him naked But he was leaving it alone, so he quickly averted his attention to the shift in their “conversation”. Remy's questions brought a genuinely amused smirk to his lips, as well as a few scattered ideas. When was the last time he did indeed go out of his way just to bring a little excitement to someone's life? He couldn't remember, but he'd remedy the problem and an idea flickered to life as his honey-brown gaze narrowed at Remy.
Ding, ding, we have a winner.
“Of course not!” He responded, feigned surprise dripping from his voice as he shot an exasperated look at the Arch Angel; but as soon as the look fell over his countenance, it fell as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Why would I want to play with children, or anyone for that matter, when there is a gorgeous, little blonde Angel roaming the city?” Blonde and Angel in the same sentence, Kamiya relied purely on hope that the two words brought one, specific image to the front of Remy's mind: Isabeau. “What a pretty thing she is... big blue eyes, smokin' body..” He bit his lip and shook his head, as if picturing a marvelous meal in front of him that simply called to him to be devoured. It was all for show, though, as he held no attraction toward Remy's daughter; the mere thought of touching her repulsed him, but that hardly stopped him from continuing his little charade. “She wasn't into playing at first, but I managed to persuade her.” Rape? Hardly his thing, but Remy would probably believe it; the Arch Angel always seemed to think the worst of him. Bastard. A smirk lit the depths of Kamiya's eyes as he tore his gaze from Remy, stuffing his hands into his front pockets and shaking his head with raised brows as if remembering something completely amazing and wondrous. “She's quite the squealer.”
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Post by Kaviel on Aug 9, 2010 23:09:11 GMT -5
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Kamiya had a point. Remy didn't fit in too well in this part of the city, but it made no difference to him. He wandered around everywhere, simply to be on his own, and to keep an eye on things. He never really stayed within sight of humans either, and that was to keep from being spotted by hunters. They were always trouble, and he'd much rather approach one, then have one approach him. Remy liked being in control of situations, and it's always been like that for him. "Who says you have to fit in?" He spat back at Kamiya. He was used to being the outcast, as well as the target to a number of people and species. Remy knew though, that he'd never fit in with society. He had tried to way back when, after the war with demons. He wanted to start a family, and be left alone from there. Alas, such a thing never came true. Nearly his entire family was killed, and he was fighting another war.
As he continued to listen to Kamiya, he felt the demon hit another nerve. He picked up on the fact that he was speaking of his daughter, and in no way would he ever let Kamiya even go near her. "If you touch her, I can assure you that your future will be short lived." Isabeau was all he had left, and if anyone harmed her, he'd destroy them. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to his family again, even if it meant dying, or forfeiting the war. Isabeau was his World, and there was a reason why he was so damn protective over her. As sour and bitter as he could be, he always showed his soft side around her. She could easily make his day, just by smiling, or hanging out with him for awhile. It was obvious that he cared for her greatly, just like any father should.
That being said, he took a few steps closer to Kamiya, but stopped about a foot away. The two of them have had their fair share of battles before, and Remy could feel his anger scratching at the surface a bit. He wasn't entirely too angry just yet, though it never took much to bring him to that point. If you spoke of personal things that is. His family for example, was something he held extremely close. Insult that part of him, and you'd get on his bad side in only mere moments. He never really saw it for himself yet, but a lot of it had to do with the fact that he had anger issues. He refused to believe such a thing, though it was true. He had a short fuse at times, and so far, it's never really led him to do anything he's regretted. And hopefully, it would stay that way.
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Post by Kamiya on Aug 15, 2010 22:02:58 GMT -5
The raw emotion flowing from Remy's voice as the Angel caught on to Kamiya's words was simply, and utterly, amusing. Kamiya could have giggled, but he held back from doing so and instead smile softly as he rose a brow at Remy. Remy's threat hardly phased him; he had heard it many times before. Do this, and your life will be short lived. Do that, and your lift will be even shorter lived. Kamiya knew that Isabeau meant a great deal to Remy, hence why he had brought her into their lovely conversation. He wanted to spice things up, and mention of Isabeau procured the exact reaction from Remy that he had been hoping for. While he didn't care in the least for Remy's daughter, her very existence being a thorn in his side, he wasn't stupid enough to act on every ill feeling he had. He had more sense than that, and he didn't wish to anger Remy more than the Angel already was.
He wasn't a fan of being bored by any means, but he wasn't a fan of pointless war, either. He had his personal grudge with Remy, but he didn't want to get in the middle of the little tiffy the Angel had with the humans. That was something he wanted to stay out of, and he knew that if he jabbed at Remy the wrong way he would take the brunt of all the anger and hate within Remy. The Angel was nearly boiling over with it, and Kamiya most certainly didn't want to be on the receiving end. He watched Remy closely and moved away just as Remy took a few, short steps toward him; his eyes narrowed and a brow arched as he studied Remy. Remy's reaction and anger, in their current situation, however, truly was amusing and he couldn't help himself.
“Easy, tiger.” He purred lightly, raising his hands as if to surrender; but he had no intention of actually doing so. No, no. Remy was only asking for more with his idle threat and advance. “As if I would actually touch her. She isn't my type.” He shrugged his shoulders gently, the smirk passing over his lips only adding to the mischievous glint within his honey-brown eyes. “Your wife, however...” The wife: always a wondrous topic to bring up with Remy. He knew that the death of Remy's wife was something that tore him apart inside, even to this day, which honestly only made remarks and jokes about banging her that much more humorous in Kamiya's opinion. “Dead, or alive, that's a nice piece of ass I'd like to tear up... though I have to say if she were alive it'd make things more fun. I like it when they put up a fight.” Kamiya tilted his head as he briefly paused. “... Then again, it seems she wasn't much of a fighter. She'd probably have just keeled over for me like she did those pathetic humans.”
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Post by Kaviel on Aug 15, 2010 22:55:08 GMT -5
--------------------------------------- As Remy advanced, Kamiya only stepped further away. He wanted to close the distance between them, but if the demon if was going to play otherwise, then that was just fine. He'd play along while he could. Remy was aware of Kamiya's games, and he knew that he was trying to push his buttons. He did tend to have anger issues, especially when it came to his family. Speak ill words about harming them, or even worse...doing so, you were likely to see Remy's wrath in one form or another. As a god, he could easily snap most people in half with just a flick of the finger, but Kamiya was another story. They both held the same amount of power, so a battle between the two of them was something to see. It's been proven in the past that their fights always seemed to leave some sort of lasting impression. It wasn't rare for them to tear up the area around them in the process, despite how much Remy tried to avoid doing so.
And now, things were on the verge of another battle breaking out. The angel was trying his best to keep his anger down, but again, he took things about his family personally. It didn't make things better either as he heard Kamiya speak about his wife. In fact, it made it worse, and Remy felt himself reaching for the sword he had hidden under his coat. "The only reason she didn't call me was to keep the kids safe. They threatened to destroy their lives." He doubted that Kamiya would care, but Remy always backed up his wife. Still though, he didn't agree to the decision she made. Even though with their threats, she should've called him, and he would've been there in an instant to destroy every single one of those hunters. Through her fear though, such a thing probably never came to mind for her.
As Remy spoke of them though, he could feel his anger boiling even more. This was why he never liked to speak of his past. He couldn't help but think back to that time, and as hard as he tried, the images came to mind. He gripped the hilt of his sword even tighter, doing what he could to try and force his anger down. Now his mind was swirling like a hurricane. The images from the death of his wife and kids, as well as his thoughts of just what to do in this situation, were all floating around. Hey, maybe he could make the best of it though. When it came to Kamiya, he didn't like taking the time for chit chat. He wanted to strike, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to listen to his thoughts. Then again, he knew what anger could do. Whether to attack, or leave things as they were, was another thing brewing inside Remy's head.
Before long though, he finally pulled the sword from its sheath, the moonlight reflecting off the blade. It was a sword just as old as he was, but beautifully designed and made to last throughout his lifetime. The weapon was given to him by the angels on Pandorum when he was a child, and he's used it to his advantage on numerous occasions. That being said, he held it at his side, blade down but not touching the ground. "I say we've had enough small talk, don't you?" Remy asked. And with that, he raised the sword before gripping it in both hands and charging at his opponent. He desperately wanted to finish it all, to kill Kamiya and put an end to it. He knew though that it wasn't likely to happen in the near future. So for now, the most he could probably do was injure the arch demon. Just as he was about to reach him though, Remy saw something in the corner of his eye. A small child had wandered out into the street, lost and already frightened. For a split second, the angel felt a bout of fear cast over him. His momentum was too great, and he had no way of stopping. --------------------------------------- |
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Post by Kamiya on Sept 30, 2010 11:27:37 GMT -5
“Because that makes sense! Not call the one person who could protect the kids, because the kids were being threatened. Maybe.. she just wanted an escape from you. A reason to get out.” Kamiya shrugged as he replied to Remy's statement, an amused smile spreading clear across his face. The fact that it was obvious he had struck a nerve within the Angel was hilarious to him. He fed off the negative energy flowing off of Remy, and the pain within the Angel's eyes as he spoke of his wife made it even better. Fucking with people, fucking with their minds and stirring their hatred within, was one of his favorite past-times, but no one ever compared to fucking with Remy. It was just so much fun! He truly could have giggled like a school girl as he caught every small move Remy made when he spoke, every tweak; anger was evident.
Remy obviously wasn't having as much fun as Kamiya, and if it wasn't clear enough from the rage radiating off of him, it was as he pulled a sword out. Kamiya rolled his eyes and couldn't help himself as he threw his head back some and laughed, stuffing his hands deeper inside his pockets. He didn't at all feel threatened; after all, he was only merely having fun. Remy's next words rolled over him, taking with them a bit of his amusement. He didn't have time to speak, not that he would have given the change of atmosphere. A small sigh slipped from his lips, and even if he wasn't staring at the Angel he would have felt the swift change of air the swirled around each of them. There was static in the air, and at any moment there would be a shattering electric jolt. As if on cue, Remy angled his blade and charged. Why was Remy so hellbent on ruining all of his fun?
If anything, the swift turn of events for him made him annoyed. Irritated, to say the least; for once, he wasn't exactly in the mood for a petty fight with the Angel. Like years before, he was growing bored with the same-old, same-old, and Remy charging at him with his blade was, for a lack of better words, getting old. He could have at least spiced it up and pulled out a gun; a good, old fashioned show down would have put a spark back into their relationship, but no. Ruining his moment of fun didn't settle well with Kamiya as well, and his mind turned like a dangerous clock. He wasn't going to attack Remy. His choice of defense was going to be as crippling as if held the sword himself, without him so much as lifting a finger. The child he had sensed before Remy had pulled the sword, but the child hadn't been interesting enough to skitter across his thoughts for more than a few seconds: until know. His thoughts whirled together, darkening as a plan unfolded within a tenth of a second.
Kamiya's gaze flickered to Remy and a smirk captured the right side of his lips; fear for the child was written so clear within Remy's eyes and it made his choice of action that much more wonderful and exciting. Surely, Remy would indeed regret ever ruining his fun and choosing a battle over the small talk he so easily took for granted. One thought, one pull, one tug of his mind, and that was all it took. He yanked the small child toward him with a flicker of his mind as he took advantage of his telekinesis. Ignoring the frightened yelp that flowed from the child, Kamiya moved swiftly, before Remy could react and pull away, before the Angel could change his mind. He shoved the child forward, in hopes of the blade meant for him striking the child and in turn striking Remy with a blow that would surely be far more devastating than if Kamiya struck him, himself.
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n o t e Am I the only one who finds it funny that the word count came out to be 666 in the post where Kamiya is truly a dickhead?
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Post by Kaviel on Sept 30, 2010 23:09:31 GMT -5
--------------------------------------- As soon as the child came into his view, he knew the little girl was at risk. He had no doubt in his mind that Kamiya would use her against him, and that's what caused him to try and stop himself. But try as he might, his momentum and speed were too great. Within a split second, the child was directly in front of him, and the blade made contact with flesh. It was at that moment, that everything seemed to stop for Remy. Not a single thing existed around him except for that one child. It had all been like slow motion, followed by the piercing scream of the girl when the blade went through, right at the gut. Now the bitter reality of what he had done came over him, and it was evident by the look on his face. There was a blank stare, but within that stare was hurt. After what seemed like forever to him, he brought himself back into the real world, and removed the blade from the child.
Dropping his sword to the ground, Remy's immediate concern went to the girl. He was quick to go to her side and he could see that she was already nearing death. Even if he used sacrifice on her, it wouldn't save her life. The damage from the blade had caused her to loose more blood than her small body could handle. Remy knew that, but he still planned on using it. So he concentrated his mind on the task at hand, wanting to bring comfort to the girl during the last moments of her life. Before long, the wounds began showing up on Remy, blood soaking through his shirt and the pain shooting through him. He did his best to try and hold his emotions in, but gave in and let out a yell that was mixed with pain and anger, mainly the anger towards himself. Again, everything ceased to exist around him for the time being, even Kamiya.
Once the process of sacrifice was complete, Remy looked back down at the little girl, who still had the smallest bit of life in her. There was no way he'd be able to bring her back, but there was one other way that he could bring her comfort. Even without the pain, he didn't want her to go through the experience of dying. So he used illusion, allowing her to see a much happier scene...something that would make her smile. And smile she did, right before passing away. It didn't help Remy's anger though, or the devastating blow that this had put upon him. And as far as the two wounds he had from sacrifice, they weren't going to heal right away like other wounds would. His blade had been laced with the blood of both angels and demons, making it effective against any supernatural being who tried to stand up against him.
It was the demon blood that weakened him some, and caused the wounds to persist. However, Remy wasn't all to concerned about that at the moment. Killing the little girl had devastated him, especially since it was something that he could've prevented. He knew his anger was often an issue, but he continually ignored that fact. Now this girl was dead, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Still at her side, Remy picked her lifeless body up off the ground, and cradled her in his arms. He knew he couldn't reverse what he had done, and it was his grief that kept him where he was. He no longer cared that Kamiya was around, just about the child. To Remy, it was like going back to the day that he found his family slaughtered by the hunters. Of course, nothing could ever top that, but this was something he'd never forget as well.
No matter what, Remy could never bring himself to kill a child on purpose. Even if the kid was a demon, or some kind of threat, he wouldn't be able to do it. Remy loved kids, and when it came to them, species didn't matter. He was the type of person to give everything he had, just to spare a child's life. So you could imagine what something like this would do to him. It had always been one of his nightmares to kill someone so young, and now he was living it out.
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Post by Kamiya on Oct 3, 2010 1:03:27 GMT -5
It was perfect, simply perfect. Remy's blade broke through the child's body as if the child were made out of butter. The heavy, mouth-watering scent of blood filled the air and Kamiya couldn't help but smirk proudly to himself; there was no way that Remy would be able to save the child, even with his abilities. Kamiya took a step back to appraise his work, and a smirk captured the corner of his lip as he watched the horror run across Remy's gaze. Like a fool, the Angel made to aid the child and hold her close. If it was apparent to him that the child could not be saved, it should have also been apparent to Remy; Kamiya raised a brow as he watched, curious. What was the Angel doing? Not a moment later, a new scent filled the air, one that Kamiya knew from a few occasions in the past. Kamiya could have laughed; and he did.
The scent of Remy's blood washed out the child's and it was all too clear what Remy had done, and/or was attempting to do. Not only would this weaken Remy, but he wouldn't heal straight away; Kamiya was not ignorant, nor stupid. He knew full well what kissed the razor edge of Remy's blade. That alone made Kamiya want to giggle. But, it tickled him pink that Remy would heal a human knowing full well that there was no hope in saving her; but it tickled him even more that Remy was not only emotionally hurting from the wounded bag of flesh, but was now physically hurting. What really made him laugh, though, was the fact that it all could have been avoided. Had Remy simply talked to him, humored him, the child would have still been alive and well. Despite the fact that he had been the one to push the child into the way, it was Remy's decision to fight. It was Remy's sword that had delivered the blow. And none of it would have happened if Remy hadn't allowed his anger to take over him so easily. While Kamiya may have have used it to his advantage, in the end, it was all Remy's fault; the child's blood was not on his hands.
“You've got to be kidding me.” Kamiya mused after a moment, dragging his attention back to the sickeningly sweet scene in front of him. He scrunched his nose up as if smelling something awful and let out a small, impatient huff. “Enough already. Seriously.” It was touching, really, it was, but Remy was dragging it out, but on top of that he was truly being pathetic about it. Children die all over, what does one more death matter? But it wasn't just that.. A trickle of irritation shot through him and without much thought he approached Remy as the Angel held the child in his arms. An Angel, a species well above Humans in every sense, was mourning the loss of a Human. It was a sickening sight; Humans were no good. To Kamiya, they're all bugs that need exterminating. “You're disgusting.” He hissed lowly before lifting a booted-foot off the ground and bringing his foot straight across Remy's face. “No, actually, you're pathetic.”
He would have continued on, he would have loved to, had it not been for the new presence he felt in his back as sharp as a knife. The stench was as familiar as Remy's, and even more unwelcome. Or usually it was; this time around, Kamiya didn't at all mind Issy's intervening as his mind turned darkly. Remy's fun was only just beginning. He'd make good use out of Remy's daughter's presence.
“Daddy?”
Kamiya glanced over his shoulder as Issy's voice sounded behind them, and swiftly turned back to Remy. “A family reunion! Oh, goodie! .. Ha. This will be fun.” Kamiya exclaimed quietly. He shot Remy a wink before taking a step back and turning to face Issy, a smirk darkening his features. “How nice of you to join us, Isabeau...”
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Post by Isabeau Adela on Oct 3, 2010 1:59:08 GMT -5
 He said he was going to come home, and he even gave a specific time. Give or take a few minutes, her father was never late and never once went against his word. When an hour passed she got worried, when two hours passed she became slightly panicked and when she was nearing three hours without hearing from him, Issy was just about frantic. She would have called to him, or for him, but she didn't want to bother him if he was choosing to be alone, but at the same time her worry was driving her up the walls and back. She was going insane, and her father's men unintentionally were made to suffer until she finally broke and prodded one of them into telling her where he was. Surely, her father wouldn't go anywhere without someone knowing of his whereabouts. After ten failed attempts, she finally got an answer out of an Angel who had just gotten off a patrol and he said he saw her father lingering on the streets somewhere near Heman.
Isabeau thanked him before marching to her room, where she attempted to wait for him. Her room was somewhat barren since she had moved in with Lev, but her father kept it just as she had left it. It made her ache for him. She missed him, but she wasn't about to pass up the chance to have her own family; the reason behind her moving out was pretty much clear, since she was now six months pregnant. And Remy was still as hateful as ever toward Lev, and thus fights weren't out of the norm for Remy and Issy; but their last fight had been worse than the others, and she felt horrible for it. Apologizing for her father, and telling him how much she missed him, was the entire reason for her searching for him. After twenty minutes of wandering about her room, Issy paused and frowned. Something wasn't right, and even though she knew where her father was, she couldn't dismiss her worry. Heman Street. It wasn't all that far away, if she flew. She was on her feet before she had time to process what she was doing. Clothes were thrown on in a hurry and she pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail before turning from her dresser and hurriedly making her way for a set of doors that led to her own balcony; upon opening the doors, Issy's wings were out and ready to carry her and the second her foot hit the balcony floor she was off.
Heman Street wasn't a long flight away, at all, but seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes stretched into hours as she made her way for the dismal area, thoughts and hopes of finding her father driving her forward. After what felt like an eternity, she was in the area, and she caught the scent that she had been hoping for; but her relief was short lived. It was her father, yes, but it wasn't right. His blood was in the air, mixed with the rank of the one Demon she desperately wished wasn't around. Kamiya was close, and no doubt with her father, and the reason her father's blood had been spilled. Fury billowed down her body as her wings guided her faster through the night sky, but it was fear that truly drove her forward. Her blue orbs flickered downward and within seconds she caught sight of two forms, both of which she knew to be her father and Kamiya, and underneath their scents was that of a human; but her mind wasn't on the human, and despite the rage she felt burning inside her toward Kamiya, it was her father that held her undivided attention.
He was bleeding, and the fact only grew worse as her feet touched the damp ground of the alley. He held something to him, the human she smelled, and she knew at once that the human was dead. She nearly choked on the amount of blood she could smell leaking from the body, but her father's blood loss smelled just as bad and her heart staggered mid-beat. Kamiya's voice drifted toward her, but she couldn't hear his words over the rush of blood pounding in her ear. She took a hesitant step forward, and just as she did Kamiya moved and struck her father in the face with a swift kick. Issy inhaled sharply and tears sprang to her eyes, feeling the blow as if Kamiya had kicked her and not her father. Unable to stop herself, full well knowing that she could do little to nothing to stop Kamiya, she took another step forward. “Daddy?” Her voice was a small cry as her throat clenched tightly from unshed tears.
And then Kamiya turned to her. Even in the dark she could make out his face, and Issy took an involuntary step back only to have him take a step toward her; she had no time to react. He was upon her within the blink of an eye and as she took in a small, surprised breath he shoved her back against the nearest wall. Rough, chipped brick jabbed her in the back, but it was the least of her worries as Kamiya pressed himself into her and held her face in a vice-like grip. “Daddy can't talk right now.” His breath was hot against her ear and her stomach curled, threatening to purge as nausea racked over her body. Images of the werewolf shot through her mind and she let out a small cry, her body attempting to jerk away from the haunting pain. “Ah, ah, ah. You're not going anywhere.”
“Please, stop!” Tears betrayed her as they spilled down her cheeks. Not again. Her heart hammered painfully inside her chest, and then it came to a quick stop as Kamiya's laugh danced within her ear before his hands roughly spun her around and pushed her face into the wall. Another cry slipped from her lips as his hands moved around her waist, to her front. Not again, not again; but what could she do? She was yet again helpless.. and without Lev. But she had her father, who was more a match for Kamiya than Lev. She momentarily forgot the wounds inflicted upon him as Kamiya's hands toyed with the button holding her pants together. Her breath caught in her chest as a rush of more images came to the forefront of her mind, and she let out a frightened cry. “Daddy!” More tears stained her cheeks as she called for her father. She wasn't only harboring fear for herself; she feared for her baby.
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Post by Saben Renner on Oct 3, 2010 3:31:08 GMT -5
While Kamiya was out wrecking whatever havoc on the streets, Saben had decided to take his own little walk around the city. Like usual, it was filled with the stench of the three species he couldn't stand. Humans, vampires, and angels, but it was mostly humans. It disgusted him that they still populated a good percentage of Bridgefield, and he wanted nothing more than to simply rid of them. All humans were good for, was torturing. Even then, they were too easy to kill, and lacked the amount of fun that supernaturals could pose. Not to mention that they spread like the plague. If you killed one, three more would show up. So if Saben wasn't chewing on the flesh of a human, or torturing them in some other way, he did his best to ignore them completely. This was why he stayed away from the populated areas of the city, and took a route that was a bit more desolate.
That route eventually lead him onto Heman street, which obviously had its issues. Maybe if he wandered down here on his own, some idiot would mistake him as an easy victim. However, that wasn't likely. Even just his appearance made Saben seem menacing at times, and he often messed with his victims right in the open public. People knew who he was, and for that, they kept their distance. So as Saben made his way onto Heman street, he wasn't the least bit concerned about anyone around here. What stopped him in his tracks though...was the smell of blood. Mixed in with that smell, was Kamiya's scent, as well as Remy's and Isabeau's. Almost instantly, a smirk spread across Saben's face. It was the blood of Remy that he could smell, and it lead him to believe that Kamiya was winning whatever battle they had going...if there was even a battle at all.
Moving his way forward, Saben was rather eager to see what was going on. And as he got closer, the smell of Remy's blood got stronger. Quite a good amount of it had been spilled, a fact that pleased Saben more than anything right now. To see the angel dead, would top everything. However, he doubted that that was the case. The thought still crossed his mind though, and made him pick up his pace before he rounded a corner and saw the scene before him. There was indeed a lot of blood, and Remy was on the ground, unconscious with a little girl lying next to him. The child was dead, lifeless as her corpse lie in the street. Looking over to his left, Saben then saw Kamiya, with Isabeau in his grasp. Now there was no doubting that Saben was greatly pleased by the scene before him.
Taking yet another step forward, he made his way over to where Remy was. "Defenseless now, are we?" He said as he walked around him in a circle. Saben knew that Remy wasn't dead, just out for a bit. Even so, he proceeded to speak. "Quite the shame for a god...." That on mind, he stopped for a moment and knelt down to Remy. Then he revealed a knife, digging the tip of it into the wound on the angel's gut just slightly. It wasn't much at all, and neither was the blood that he had collected on the blood. So from there, Saben brought the knife back towards him, and took a taste of the crimson liquid. Again, he didn't take much, knowing full well that angel blood was a demon's weakness. And after tasting that sample...he really didn't care at all. Making a face to show his dislike for the blood, Saben then stood up and glared down at Remy.
"That's just as bad as the stench..." He muttered before turning on his heel and starting in a new direction. He was glad that he didn't like the taste of angel blood, especially Remy's. If he had, it would've been a problem. But all those thoughts had quickly faded from Saben's mind as he came to a stop where Kamiya was. Hearing Issy's call for her father, another smirk spread across his face. "He seems to be a bit busy at the moment." He said to her as he leaned against the wall. If Remy awoke and had no way of helping Issy...this would become the situation of a lifetime. Both Kamiya and Saben could do as they pleased with Issy, and all the while...Remy wouldn't be able to do anything about it. |
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Post by Kaviel on Oct 3, 2010 19:32:16 GMT -5
--------------------------------------- With the child still in his arms, Remy felt more of an emotional pain than physical. He was also weakened from the poison that was on the blade, as well as the amount of blood he was losing. By now, it was clear that he was bleeding out from two separate wounds. One was where the blade had entered, the other was where it had exited. The sword had literally impaled the child, and now that Remy had used sacrifice, it was as if it had impaled him as well. But when it came to the blame game, Remy held himself responsible. Kamiya had placed the child in harm's way, but Remy was the one to act out of anger and impatience. That was the harsh reality that was overcoming him, and he simply ignored Kamiya's words as the demon spoke. To him, it was nothing but mumbled words. And as he held the small girl's body close to his own, it pained him that he could no longer sense a pulse, or any life left within her.
What he did manage to sense though, and right at that moment, was the presence of his daughter. Looking up, he could only glance at her for a few seconds before Kamiya raised a boot, and aimed a kick. It was a direct hit to the face. The angel had no time to react at all, before his world was filled with black, and he fell back against the pavement. The child's body was still wrapped within one of Remy's arms, but Remy himself had been engulfed in unconsciousness. If Kamiya decided to take further action and put an end to the angel god, it would've been an easy kill. But again, most of it was all due to mistakes on Remy's part. He put himself in this situation, and it would've been a rather shameful way to end things. Sure, he did it to help a child during her last moments of life, but what made it pathetic, was how easy it would've been for Kamiya to end it all.
And while in a forced state of sleep, Remy obviously couldn't help his daughter. She was basically an open target to Kamiya, allowing him to do anything he pleased with her. If Remy ever lost her, he likely wouldn't be able to live. There was Markov, but Isabeau was his daughter...someone he had taken care of for well over one hundred years. So if Remy were able to fight more to keep his daughter safe, there was no doubting that he'd do so in a heartbeat. But alas, he was out like a light, or so it seemed at least. Just how deep he had fallen into unconsciousness, had yet to be determined. Though even if he were to wake up soon, it would've required him to act fast. Especially now that Saben had arrived on the scene. Remy knew his antics just as well as he knew Kamiya's. The two of them, were never too far apart, and always creating some kind of chaos. For that, Remy had a burning hatred for Saben as well, but it didn't seem as bad as his hatred for Kamiya.
However, none of that really mattered as the demon approached an unconscious Remy and circled around him like a hawk. At this very moment, Remy was extremely vulnerable, more vulnerable than he'd ever be able to recall in his lifetime. Not even the small prick from Saben's knife was enough to awaken him, and Remy remained in his unconscious state. Once the demon was through with his games, he had wandered away from Remy, and over to Isabeau. Again, it would've required the angel to act fast if he wanted to prevent anything from happening. Little did people know though, he was slowly coming back into the real world. And it was Isabeau's frightful cry that caused Remy to once again open his eyes. At first, the world was a blur, and he had to register what he had just heard. The girl's body that was still in his arm, helped to bring him back at a faster pace.
Within seconds later, he was back to being fully aware, and it processed in his mind that he had heard his daughter crying out to him. Looking over in her direction, he saw both Kamiya and Saben near Issy. Without even thinking, and while ignoring the physical pain, Remy reached for a gun he kept at his waist. He didn't use it unless he had to, but now as an obvious situation. Pulling it from it's holster, Remy quickly aimed it at Saben first, and pulled the trigger. The next instant, it was aimed at Kamiya, and a second shot was fired off. Feeling his anger once again though, the angel didn't stop there. He squeezed off round after round, hoping to at least drive the two demons away. Yet, unlike he had when he had the sword, Remy was carefully calculating what he did. Before each shot, he made sure that Kamiya didn't plan on doing anything smart. Remy knew it was likely of him to move Isabeau in the line of fire, and no way was Remy about to make another mistake.
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Post by Kamiya on Oct 3, 2010 23:46:48 GMT -5
After one step, his was on her faster than she had time to blink and register the fact that he had moved. Ever since he could remember, touching the skin of an Angel hurt him; touching them didn't leave his skin red and blistered, but the feeling of fire was there and it was anything but pleasant. Taking a hold of Isabeau's face was no exception, and the instant his skin came into contact with hers, invisible fire licked up his hand and scorched through skin, tissue and muscle until his very bone felt like it was going to be incinerated. But he kept his face calm and even, not allowing the blonde to see the pain that exploded wherever her skin met his. He would not allow himself to surrender to the pain, and he would not allow anyone to know of his weakness.
His nails dug slightly into her cheek as he pushed her back against a wall and closed the space between them, despite how repulsive her scent was; leaning into her, he lowered his head to hers and for a moment stared into her fear-filled, darling blue eyes before turning her head to the side and bringing his lips so they were just about kissing her ear. “Daddy can't talk right now.” He whispered gently, a smile dripping from his voice as he pictured Remy. The Angel went down easy enough, but it was a hard blow and he wasn't expecting him to get up any time soon, especially not with the wounds he received before hand. But when he did finally wake, he was in for a world of surprise.
“Ah, ah, ah. You're not going anywhere.” Kamiya mused with a slight laugh as Isabeau made a small, pitiful noise and jerked in his grasp, in an attempt to push him away he assumed. But she was no match and her attempt was futile; she wasn't getting away, and there was no way in Hell that Kamiya was going to allow a chance to truly get to Remy fall through his fingers. Sexual assault wasn't really his thing; wasn't his thing at all, really. He found it barbaric and uncivilized, but more than anything he found it pathetic. More often than not in situations involving rape, the rapist is out for power and control. Their release and satisfaction doesn't spur from any real sexual attraction, but in the adrenaline and rush from having so much control and power over a person. Kamiya knew that there wasn't a single person, Remy aside, out there that he couldn't control if he wished. And power? He didn't need to violate anyone to ensure that he was powerful.
His actions, his decision, was all to get to Remy. He wasn't at all interested in Isabeau, and held no attraction to her; she was a vile being with an even more repulsive attitude. But she was Remy's world, universe and life. He didn't have to figure out just what made Remy tick, or all of his weaknesses. Isabeau, hands down, was the biggest weapon to use against the Angel; and use her he would. His hand fell from her face and latched onto her waist as he pulled her away from the wall just enough so he could spin her around and push her back against it, with her back to him this time. At once his hands snaked around her dainty midsection and sought out the button that held her pants together. His fingers brushed the material before latching onto the button and working it free. Isabeau's cries and pleas only made the moment more grand, and hearing her call for her father brought a smile to his face. He glanced over to Remy, only to see a figure walking around the Angel in circles. Kamiya had been wrapped up in his own little world and thus didn't notice Saben's presence, but a smile tugged at his lips as he watched his friend circle Remy like a shark. Whatever Saben was up to, Kamiya approved and he wished for Isabeau to witness it.
While one hand fiddled with her zipper, he freed his other hand and quickly grabbed onto Isabeau's ponytail and wrenched her head off to the side, so she was facing her father and where he lay motionless with Saben doing whatever it was Saben does. It wasn't that he didn't care what Saben was up to, Kamiya was simply a bit busy and quite literally hand his hands full. Whatever it was Saben was doing, however, didn't take long at all as the Demon sauntered over to the wall seconds after Kamiya finally managed to get Isabeau's zipper down. He could have snorted at Saben's words, and the way they made Isabeau cry pitifully. “It's alright.” Kamiya whispered darkly as a hand drifted from her pants for a second and wandered up her shirt, tickling the skin of her abdomen. “We wouldn't want him interrupting us, would we?” Most certainly not. Having Remy awake and watching helplessy wouldn't be bad, in fact he wanted that, but he didn't want the Angel stopping him. Where would the fun be in that?
But ruining the fun was what Remy seemed best at, and occupied with Isabeau left Kamiya unaware of Remy's actions behind him. He didn't notice Remy stir, as he didn't care all that much if the Angel was conscience or not, and he most certainly didn't see nor notice Remy pull the gun out of it's holster. The first round was an utter surprise and he tensed, but he felt no pain which only meant that it had not been for him. Kamiya had no time to move as the second round fired and it was then that pain raked across his right shoulder, causing him to take a step back and release Isabeau. It was more of a surprise than painful, but nonetheless his anger was quick to flare up and he shot a glare toward Remy before the Angel fired at him once more. Kamiya was quicker this time, and easily teleported out of the way, to end up on Saben's other side. While his wound would heal easy enough, he knew for certain that Remy's button had not just been pushed: Remy's button had been smashed. And after all, wasn't that what he was after all along? He didn't wish to over-stay his welcome, as easy as dodging Remy's bullets would have been, and he didn't wish to put Saben in unnecessary danger. Remy was no normal Angel, and he didn't believe for an instant that Saben would be able to hold his own.
“I had fun.” Kamiya called, though there was no trace of a smile. His arm was completely dead, and the fact that he couldn't feel his fingers unnerved him. He silently cursed Remy as he reached out and took a hold of Saben's arm. Home in mind, Kamiya once again teleported, though this time bringing with him Saben and leaving behind Remy and his daughter.
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Post by Saben Renner on Oct 5, 2010 18:34:26 GMT -5
Once Saben had neared Isabeau, the fear radiating off of her became more and more evident. He knew that not only was it fear for her father, but for her own well being. Kamiya was coming that close to violating Issy, and there wasn't a damn thing that could be done. Remy was out on the ground, and no way would Saben try to stop it. Now while he didn't believe in rape either, it was worth it to see the blonde angel suffer. He hated her just as much as Kamiya did, and to do this to her, and kill her father later on, would be like a dream to him. For now though, he was more concentrated on Issy since Remy looked to be taken care of for the time being. "You know, I like your father this way." He said to Isabeau. "He behaves better." Saben then leaned against a wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Tonight, he had seen just how much a child meant to Remy. If he ever came across him again, he'd keep that in mind, using them as Remy's weakness. However, he still knew that Remy was a god, while he was simply a demon. That's why he didn't plan on pushing things too far, unless he was absolutely sure that something would work. Even then, he'd take precaution in whatever it was he did. While death seemed interesting to him, it wasn't anything that he wanted to experience, especially since he had Ciara around. He knew what it'd do to her, and likely to Kamiya as well. So for that, he was careful around Remy, including now.Or at least he thought so. Saben had failed to notice the angel god stir, and it was only when he heard the gunshot that he turned around. Saben wasn't expecting it from Remy though, and the bullet tore through his side.
With the pain of it though, came that rushing sense of pleasure. It wasn't in any sort of sexual way...but just plain pleasure. Being a sadomasochist, Saben enjoyed pain in any sort of form, whether it be his own or someone else's. After that shot though, he didn't get much time before he saw Remy aim again and fire another shot. This one had been directed at Kamiya, but the angel didn't stop there. He kept firing round after round, likely intent on killing him or driving him away. Even with that though, Saben's smirk remained. "You put something extra in those, didn't you?" He asked, making the daring move of taking a few steps closer to Remy. "All the more pleasure for me." In Saben's world, the more that was inflicted on him, the more he enjoyed it. He had no fear of it at all, and actually played games with Ciara that involved knives, or some other form of bloodshed.
That being said, he still took a few more steps towards Remy, until Kamiya took his arm. Stopping where he was, he gave one last smirk towards the angel before the two demons disappeared. Now it was just Remy and Issy, left to do whatever it was they had in mind. One of these days, Saben hoped to come across a similar situation. What he'd do differently though, was kill Remy when he had the chance. He knew he had waited too long this time, and that was a mistake he didn't plan on happening again. |
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