Seraphim [closed]

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For those reading along: 

so the story basically goes off about this group of 'angels' or angel-like creature. Sent down by the deity to protect the world from all the bad things/demons? (possibly originating from an evil deity of sorts?). So most of these deities are as old as the human race (because they are protecting humans? or they could be older as the may have needed to train? perhaps only the leaders?) In my mind there are 8 'leader' type people (with two main leaders) and then a coupla hundred/thousand behind them because the world is a a big place and for realistic settings ...etc. Each person within this group has a 'life partner' a person they are intricately connected with for the rest of their life. This intricate connection allows them to use telepathy (only with each other) and possibly a few other things. This connection is not initially romantic but because of how intimately connected the two are it is an inevitable end.



So a hundred years ago or so a really strong demon emerged, many 'angels' or whatever they are called are killed. It comes down to a split second decision and the main female leader sacrifices herself to save the rest of the 'group' as well as the world. (Perhaps we could say this happened during the world wars? The destruction among humans could match up well with the demon vs. angel thing?)



So unbeknownst to the angels, once they die they are reborn as humans and given a 'normal' chance at life. So most of them are reborn normally but because this female was so powerful when she died she happens to be reborn as an angel but to human parents. For the first two decades of her life she lives oblivious to where she really came from and such. Its then when the 'group' decides to make itself known to the public. They come out and become rather popular, somewhat like celebrities...etc I am sure you can imagine? They buy an island and settle down there, making it home-base...etc.



Now when an 'angel' is touched by a 'demon' the skin reacts as if burned. Angels automatically heal most times yet with a demon's touch they do not. The demon must first be banished/dealt with before healing can take place. Eventually the burn's blister pops, an open sore forms...etc. usual stuff. Everything is isolate to the touch though, so almost as if a line is drawn the open sore will just end. No redness, nothing. Its very obvious to notice...



So obviously this female's 'life partner' was left behind, with an empty space in his head and such and such. Very hurt, very much missing the gal.


The angels are to be called Seraphim, they will have four wings. Each angel's wing placement is unique...etc. Most have control over the elements, the lower strengths have only one element. The higher(leaders) have all four, the elements being wind, air, water and earth. It is unclear whether the male leader or the reborn female is strongest. It is thought that they are equal but the female may be a bit stronger.

The female has a bit of a closer relationship with the deity than most of the other seraphim. Why is unclear at this point in time.

The male is very much into dogs/wolves. He has a pack of his own. They appear and fight with him, coming to his aid, they can be unusual colours if you want. Of course you can change this to any animal you wish. They cannot have super powers though.

The group refers to themselves as the guardians.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Should I start or you want to? )

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ooc: Its long simply to set the scene. Your reply doesn't have to be as long. =)

The building was silent when they arrived; they both carried large boxes filled with equipment. They were laughing and joking around as they put the boxes down on the stage. The pews were empty now but they knew later they would fill up, they always filled up. Most young people of their age would be out dancing on a Friday night, no they hosted a night to the deity. A night of teaching and singing and games. It was almost always worth the wait at the end of every week. Most of the people that attended were around their age but there were many. They had others that helped them and they would arrive later but for now they began to set up the sound systems and their respective instruments. All the while they threw jokes at each other. Most of them were insulting but neither of them saw them that way, they were close. They soon finished setting up and within minutes the rest of the group’s leaders arrived. It was a flurry of activity as those with instruments set up and they finished preparing, going over notes and soon the people were arriving. Among them a young man she had never felt too comfortable around. They had avoided each other equally, only talking and such. Today when he arrived he mentioned to her companion that he wanted a word in private with the both of them, signalling to her she followed the two boys to the backroom. They spoke about something trivial and as they exited he grabbed her arm.

She was suddenly overwhelmed with pain but rather than cry out she gasped, he leaned forward. Whispering something that she could not quite catch in her ear and she pulled away. Her companion, Seth, had already been drowned in the noise of the crowd. Her eyes tearing up. He left her in the back room, her own hand moving automatically to cover the burn from sight. It was already beginning to blister. She spotted her companion’s hoodie draped over a chair and shrugged into it. They couldn’t know, it was well known knowledge that the demons burned the seraphim but she was not exactly seraphim was she? She was human, yes maybe she did have the memories of a thousand year old woman but she knew for sure she was not that woman. She didn’t even know the woman’s name.
“Seth, I’m not going to play tonight okay?” She whispered to him and he nodded, not questioning. They would talk later, they always spoke afterwards…. Tonight though she needed a bit of time though. No one knew. No one knew she had the memories and honestly until now that’s all she had. The swollen and blistered burn told a different story. She bit her lip and went along with the night. Remaining uncharacteristically quiet throughout the meeting and excusing herself from the meet-up and drinks afterwards. And excuse of tiredness and a faked yawn. Normally Seth would have seen right through it yet tonight he wasn’t paying as much attention as usual. With an inner cheer she left and headed home. Her box of equipment neatly packed on the backseat.

A week later her arm was left with an open wound. She had dressed it and passed it off with the excuse of having burned her arm while cooking. The set-up this Friday went without fault except he was sitting in the back. Her heart clenched yet Seth was quite glad to see him. He helped with a couple of things and she avoided him as much as possible without being obvious. In a stolen moment when Seth headed out to the car they spoke.
”Demon” she said accusingly, her eyes glittering with conviction.
”Really? I didn’t notice fair child” he said with a chuckle, examining his pale nails.
”Take it away, I know a demon has the choice to remove his touch. Remove it.” she said a little bit too forcefully, her firsts clenching. She wasn’t scared, she was angry.

”Make me” he threatened, his voice soft and dangerous. With a yell of frustration she turned and left the building, heading towards the bathrooms. Despite all the memories she couldn’t for the life of her remember how. How would one make a demon retract his touch? Her guess that was if he refused he would have to die, but she couldn’t kill him… that would be murder. Unless a guardian came she would be cursed with the wound for the rest of her life. She imagined that he or she would be inconspicuous, the wouldn’t even notice her and her bandaged upper left arm. They would remove him and her body would hear itself in time. Life would return to normal, it would return to her mourning for a life she never really lived but remembered. It would return to its routine and normalcy. Its dull and mundane normalcy.

People were starting to arrive, she could hear them. She could hear Seth’s voice as he greeted them and she smiled without thinking. He could always make her feel better and even though she craved more they were destined to remain friends. She didn’t want to mess up what they had going. She couldn’t. It would be inappropriate.

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Jemiah watched the humans plod along from his vantage point atop the tall building. His heart and soul longed for his deceased companion. He could feel the empty hole in his head where her voice and presence used to be. How did the others survive this way? He was withering and dying, the decent from sanity slow and painful. He spread his four wings and took off from the building, gliding down to the street below. People gaped at pointed at the angel. It was so strange not to have to hide anymore. He didn't like being worshiped, not the way it was now. People used to hold them in awe, to believe in them even though they had no proof. Now they were just celebrities to them. It just felt wrong.

He angled his body to be vertical and touched down on the street. He wore a pair of black boots and low-slung jeans, but his chest was bear to let his wings be free. Needless to say, people were gaping for more reasons than just the fact that he was an angel. His beauty was beyond what humanity could achieve. His blond hair shone in the sunlight and his blue eyes were like liquid crystals, two clear pools of water a hundred miles deep.

No one dared approach him. That was the difference between real celebrities and the seraphim. He was untouchable. He was powerful and dangerous, something no human could dream of even being near. He was heavenly, otherworldly. He might walk on the same ground, breath the same air, but he was above all that was around him. He continued down the street until he reached a residential part of the city. He could hear voices coming from one house. He paused to watched the stream of humans enter. His sharp ears could pick up a man's voice greeting each person as the passed the threshold. He straightened his body to his full height, almost 6'5", and peered over the heads of the guests to find the host.

He didn't know what, but something drew him forward. Something called him into the house, a sweet song of power that he was too dazed by to realize what it was.

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As she left the bathroom she heard the gasps and excited whispers, she cocked her head to the side. A strange, yet automatic thing that she did, when she was younger she used to mimic her dog. They had been very close and these were one of the few traits that were left. She straightened up, realising what she had been doing and she walked over to Seth, she stopped where she was when she saw the Guardian. Seraphim[/i]. Humans called them guardians, they called themselves Seraphim. She was not supposed to know that. It simply proved to widen the gap, if she had been a Seraphim she would never have come out. The attention was dangerous in her opinion. Now all the evil knew where to find them, perhaps they deemed themselves powerful enough to withstand the darkness?

She shook her head at the swooning girls around her, nodding at Seth she turned around and entered the room. She wasn’t keen to fall under the sight of the guardian. As she entered she saw him sitting at the back of the hall. His feet were casually resting on a chair in front of him. He wore a pair of spectacles as he flipped through a book. She couldn’t catch the name. She stared at him for a moment before going to busy herself with organising the instrument’s power cords. At least it kept her busy and stopped her having to talk to him.

ooc: I wouldn’t say he would be able to pinpoint her? Their bond has been severed so he would just know someone with power was in the vicinity?

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jemiah narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, ignoring the females that were staring at him with adoration. The people parted to let him through as he strode toward the door. He nodded to Seth, his eyes taking in every inch of him in less than a second. "Is this your home?" he asked in his strange, melodious voice. One more thing to single him out as being not human. The wings at his back rustled as he waited for the human's reply.

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”Uhm…” for a moment he was lost for words, not knowing what to say. The guardians had only come out a couple of years ago and they were legendary. He could not help but gape at the creature’s four wings. That was what he was wasn’t it? He was definitely not human of course. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and realised that provided an answer.
”No its my friend’s” he said looking around. ”Jewel?” he called, using his pet-name for her, ”I think the guardian wants to talk with you.” He called inside.
Her heart clenched, he was here for her, he was going to take her away. With a clenched jaw she calmed herself and went to the front door. She was a good actor; she had been in many plays. She could do this. She could do this.
”Yeeeaaaahhh?” she said sticking her head out the door, she didn’t sound very trusting. Then again she had no reason to trust this dude even if he was a guardian, seraphim, she still didn’t know him.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Once again, Jeriah's eyes explored every inch of her, taking in the bandaged arm with some curiosity. "My name is Jeriah," he told her smoothly. "And you are Jewel? This is your home?" He glanced over her shoulder inside the house. He could still feel the power tugging at him, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was definitely in this house somewhere. Maybe she knew something of it.

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”I live here yes, and Jewel is not. My name” she said giving Seth a look and raising her brows. ”My name is Sarah… interesting to meet you Jeriah. Is there something I can help you with?” She was still hiding most of her body behind the doorframe. Her hair was long and plaited, even in the thick plait it reached to just below her bottom. She was slight in build, a dancer’s figure with long legs and arms and a small delicate-looking body. This fooled most people though, she had been doing various forms of martial arts since she was six, and the only elegant thing she did that suited her frame was play the violin. Her hair was pitch black, her eyes blue enough that they looked to be violet depending on the light. She was wearing a black spaghetti top that showed a thin ribbon of her belly skin and black flared cotton pants that made it look like she was wearing a long skirt when she walked. Around her neck she wore a silver chain with no pendant. It had meaning for her, meaning she hadn’t shared with anyone and didn’t intend to. Around her right ankle she wore a bracelet with tiny bells that twinkled when she moved her leg.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Oops, I spelled his name wrong in that post. Ha)

"There's something... odd about this house," Jemiah said. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, so it was unlikely he'd be able to explain it to her. What was he doing here? He should have just left, leaving the strange power behind. It didn't feel like a dangerous power. "I was hoping you could tell me if there have been any occurrences here that might explain it." If not, he told himself, I'll just leave. He was intruding on these people's private lives, and while some other of his kind believed that was their right, he did not. He respected privacy, even that of humans.

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ooc: and I just copied lol xD

She raised her eyebrows and chuckled and turned to enter the house, her heart was thumping in her chest and despite having accomplished the acting bit she was wearing thin. ”Deal with the nutcase Seth” she said jokingly as she entered the house. Only one learned in people’s body language would know her stress, her bells jingled franticly as she sped to the hall.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Nutcase? Jemiah thought. Now that was something intensely brave to call one of the seraphim. Never before had he been treated in this manner, but he found that, while it should bother him, it didn't. He brushed past Seth without a word and followed her, fully intending to find out what she knew, whether or not she felt like telling him. "Ahem," he said as he drew near her. "Our conversation was not finished."

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”You better freaking leave or-“ Her harsh whisper was interrupted and she turned around with a whir, the demon still sat, his pose relaxed as he grinned, realising who and what had just walked in.
”I was finished” she said simply putting her hands on her hips and dropping them, cringing a bit as her arm stung from the movement. Normally she tried to keep it still otherwise it hurt. She let her arms hang at her sides as she stared at the Seraphim without fear.
Behind her the demon scraped a chair across the floor, moving the chairs so that he could rest on foot atop each chair and his butt on another. He grinned sheepishly at the two, sitting and getting ready as if he were going to watch a movie.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

The Seraphim zeroed in on the demon. Power... power... the word echoed in his head. He might not be able to pinpoint the power he was feeling, but he had been trained to pick out demons. It was his whole point in life, the meaning of his existence. To kill these monsters. His eyes went to her bandaged arm and then back to the demon. Had he hurt her somehow? Filthy creature. He raised his hands, reading to draw forth a whirlwind of fire and destroy the demon. Then he paused, realizing he would destroy the house as well. He'd have to be more subtle than that, or get the demon outside.

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As he lifted his hands she reacted automatically, her first instinct told her that she was in danger; that he was attacking her. A whirlwind of emotions ignited something inside of her, the fear collapsed into the anger which gave birth to something she had never experienced before…. Well she had but those were only dreams right? Memories from a life that wasn’t hers, a life that ended tragically with many of the pieces missing.

Like a dancer her body twisted, her feet sliding across the floor as they took up a loose southpaw stance. Her hands were open yet they covered her face and one leg was in front of the other, her back leg balancing on toes. A twist of her arms created a gust of wind, powerful enough to force the Seraphim against the wall, powerful enough to leave a dent in the brick wall.

Her body relaxed and as if realising what had happened she sped out of the room, the demon chuckling and leaping up to follow her. She rushed past the people coming to investigate, out the front door and down the street. The bells sang with every step, her movements all of a sudden much more elegant as if she had had years to practice. Each movement looked seamless, as If it was a well-choreographed dance. She had attacked a Seraphim, she had attacked a Seraphim without touching him. At that thought she stopped, almost tumbling over, turning it into a twist-like move. She stared behind her, her eyes wide.

She hadn’t used her hands.
She could do it again.
She was sure.
She readied herself in the stance, as if waiting for him; waiting for his attack, waiting for his return hit. Behind her the demon grinned and the pain from her arm subsided somewhat, a quick glance over her shoulder told her that he would jump in if needed. Her arm still throbbed slightly but the paralysing pain was gone.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jemiah blinked a few times, stunned more by the fact that he'd been thrown into a wall by an invisible force than the actual being thrown into the wall. He pushed away from the wall and rolled his shoulders. The pain was already fading. He ran out the door, searching for the demon... and for the girl. He was somehow sure it was her who had attacked him. Why? How? Those he couldn't answer. He hoped she could, and he would force the answers out of her whatever it took.

He looked around, searching. The girl was with the demon still Why? he thought. She must be either a fool or delusional, or both. Or perhaps the demon was just following her, but still, she should be running from it, not attacking him. "I need to talk to you," he said to her. His gaze went to the demon. "But I have to kill that thing first."

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He raised her brows and glanced at the demon, not to sure what to do but the decision was made for her as he stepped forward. He opened his arms as if accepting death, winking at her. She could not help but step back, her face taking on the composure of one superior to what was happening. When the demon was gone she would have no pain in her arm.

((sorry short. didnt know what to say =) ))

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(I don't mind, lol)

Jemiah stared at the demon for a second, confused. Never before had one of them seemed to accept death so willingly. What did this mean? It might be a trick. He had to destroy it, though. He couldn't stand around here forever just figuring out what to do. This time, safely away from the house, he did release an inferno at the demon. Fire rushed toward him, a giant wall that was--theoretically--inescapable.

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The demon was consumed by the fire, devoured and destroyed. As most were. It was normal, nothing out of the ordinary happened. One could almost believe that the demon had existed simply to lead him to her or vice-versa. Whichever came first. She watched, mute, she knew what had happened. She was sure she could do it herself and as soon as the demon disappeared so did the pain. Curiously she unwrapped the bandage and she caught the wound just as it finished healing. Her skin turned red and then back to the soft whiteness. It now matched the other arm. She dropped the bandage to the ground and looked at him, the sun was beginning to set. Causing the shadows to grow long.

Her pre-life memories told her that he wouldn't know, that he wouldn't know she was herself reborn. He would assume that she was new, that she had been lost to the human world at birth. Her current mind argued that she was not this memory, she was not this phantom person in her mind. Her instincts urged her to run, her phantom urged her to fly away, her mind told her to stay. It took all of her self-control to listen to the part of herself that was outnumbered.

"So" she said, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms, trying not to think of the creature that had just willingly gone to his death. He was dead. Gone.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Jemiah's eyes looked her over, watching as she dropped the bandage to the ground. Watching as the angry skin on her arm healed, just as soon as the demon had died. He remained silent for a few long moments. He was aware of eyes on his back, her house-guests staring at them, but he didn't pay them any notice. "So," he replied. "You're one of us." It wasn't a question, but a statement, flat and stark. "Your name is not really Sarah."