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[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Flurries of snow fell upon the quaint area of Old Town, California, nearby Los Angeles, as a young man strolled through the white wasteland of chill atmosphere. It was here where he had lived and grown, been told stories of yonder and dreamed of becoming that which he believed were only in fairytales: a warrior of the Heavens. An angel. He was ecstatic when his mother and father had informed him of the important duty they had passed on to him, and he was intent on making them proud- no matter the cost, even of his own life.

But Christopher Collins was more talented than to permit his existence to slip between the fingers of those who he had trained to become for years; he was determined to prove that he was more than a scrawny fifteen year old boy trying to be something and someone that was merely impossible to achieve. And so, in this darkening dusk, he picked his way between the vacant homes of the dead, enjoying the soft sighs and wails that emanated from the dilapidated village.

Time to get to work.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

bump !

[CrimsonMoon]

A ways away, a small wail rose from the snow... An inhuman cry that seemed in particular agony... But it was a demonic cry from the way the voice seemed to be one and thousands...

A demon, here? That was suprising.. But a demon in PAIN? Unheard of...

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He stopped, blinking and turning around. Well that was a little creepy. A spill of laughter bubbled up from his chest and spewed from parted lips, and he gazed around before following the noise. The cry was shrill, its vibrations echoing throughout his body and causing a pleasurable thrill to set off the adrenaline in his brain. This could be what he was looking for in this ghost town.

[CrimsonMoon]

The banshee wail trailed off and then rose again like a siren, this time... Seeming more... Pleasant? It was as if the sound was feeding off his trembling soul...

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He grinned wickedly, an insane look that caused his heart to race and some part of his mind that was cracked to want to rip off his own flesh. He trembled, twitched, his head snapped to the side, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was back to normal, though there were remnants of that grin in the smirk he now wore.

"Come out where ever you are."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Why don't you come find me little cherub?" A soft voice muses from seemingly everywhere," Come on~" the voice sounded mainly feminine but the thousands of voices that created it made the gender almost impossible to place

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Ah, that takes out all the fun though- I'd like to get on to the action." He purred, looking around himself with a grin.

[CrimsonMoon]

" who said i wanted to fight you, my lovely boy?" The voice sings,"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"I did, just now, I do believe!" He fingered the hilt of his seraph blade, neatly tucked in its sheathe at his hip.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... You may be more insane then i am..." The voice sighs then a spectre ripples a few yards ahead of him, formless yet... Beautiful in a twosted way,".. Why? I thought Angels were sane..@

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"You thought wrong." He smirked.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I suppose...." The appiration seems to slowly solidify," why do you want to fight?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"It releases the tension. What about you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I don't want to fight, i was too busy singing," te appiration suddenly seems to split like a smokey shell and a
Young girl, probably no older then 15 stood there, but demons' looks could be deceiving...

And like most demons she had a certain aura of desire that made it difficult to think straight... But the only difference was this one LOOKED ordinary. Her grey eyes slowly pulsing with black energy, her gold-tan skin seeming to glow faintly, her short and tawny hair curling over her shoulders... One could almost call her 'cute' in a sexy and adorable way(xD)

The demoness crosses her arms and gazes at him with sharp eyes that seemed to cut through him like knives..

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The grip on his seraph tightened, and he prepared his mind and his reflexes for battle. He had been taught about shifting demons. He knew how to kill them off.

"Why don't you show me your claws, little one? Or are you too afraid to be beaten?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Not afraid... Curious," her gaze sweeps over him once again and she taps her lips," How are you so sure you can kill me?" A small smile shapes her full lips

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"I've killed your kind before. You aren't as powerful as you think." He clenched his teeth. "Now stop chatting! You're a waste of time if you won't be a true opponent and fight!"

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl chuckles softly and shakes her head," I'm not a warrior, cherub," she turns her back and closes her eyes," I'm... Insignificant because other demons dont know me," she glances back," are you really going to fight the omega of demons?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, you're annoying me now. If you're just going to continue to talk, I'm leaving. You're not even worth fighting, let alone killing. You'll probably bore yourself to death anyway." He let go of the hilt of his seraph and took a step back, then another, before he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief, turning and walking away.