Exitium stood atop Notre Dame, gazing upon the bright Paris lights from afar. It was a Sunday night in the middle of November, and there was absolutely nobody near the church aside from the police, and a few people taking care of the old cathedral. Exitium silently crawled down into the church through the bell tower, and immediately, all the candles lit up due to his pyromancing prowess. "Hey! You cant be in- What in the Lord's name?" A priest had seen Exitium, and tripped over his robe in his attempt to escape. Exitium flew over on top of him and put his hand on the priests mouth. "Shhhhhhh. If you want to live, do not scream." Exitium moved his hand, and the priest held up his cross necklace and began chanting in Latin. Exitium let out a quiet snicker. "So you speak Latin? Exardescet contra me saeculi, et uram mundi." The priest pissed himself, and Exitium let out a soul-chilling cackle. He grabbed the priest by his face and flew him up to the top of the church and hung him by his robe atop the bell tower. His cloak began to tear under his weight. Exitium flew back into the church and knocked one of the candles over, thus setting the interior on fire. The priest's robe tore again, and it was on its last fibers.
Cordoba had been hunting. Of course he had been. That was is job, his profession. To kill anything that threatened the human race and even just a few individuals, unless of course it was simply another human. However, when something else was involved he always stepped in. There had been many rumors of a demon of great power circulating. Something of the night that lived upon human flesh and burned everything it came upon. It had been spotted at many different places, all including great fires and death and destruction. Cordoba Sinclair, Angel Hunter, had decided this thing had had a long enough life of destruction and mayhem and needed to die quickly. So he had been tracking it a long ways, from place to place but because of it's elusive nature he had always been single step behind it.
He had finally tracked the demon, for he knew that was exactly what it was for no other creature he knew of cause such wide spread death and destruction, to France itself. Having run out of options, the Angel had decided to visit an old building. One of much talk and knowledge but he knew as more a place of refuge and solitude to think and contemplate in. So he had walked to the magnificent structure known as the Notre Dame Cathedral and stood before it, smiling up at its flying buttresses. It was such a magnificent structure indeed. He knew at this time of night the doors would be locked, however that was absolutely no problem to himself. Suddenly, the angel was no longer standing where he had been, but was standing with in the building, just inside the doors. Dressed in his typical hunting gear, his torso was clad in a metal and leather cuirass armor, his two swords strapped upon his back. His waist was wrapped in a white sash, an eleven inch dagger tucked in to it while his pants where lose and baggy and tattered at the edges. He wore soft moccasin style shoes upon his feet that where a light tan color.
Hearing movement with in the church, he turned and his cloak he wore billowed around him as he moved. He moved quickly deeper in to the church to see something hurling a priest upwards towards the ceiling at setting the church on fire. Cordoba instantly was in action. He whirled, whipping his cloak off and teleporting above the fire. He dropped down and clamped his cloak around it, smothering the flames before leaping in to the air. With another well timed teleport he was directly below the priest when the last fibers tore and caught the man even as his enormous six and half foot long wings exploded from his back, causing them to glide to the ground again. He set the priest upon his feet.
"Leave Father, I will take care of this." Then he spoke towards the demon. "I have been hunting you a long time. Glad to finally catch up with you. May I simply say, it will be an extremely entertain moment when I slay you and watch your blood flow around my feet." As Cordoba spoke, he reached over his shoulders, drawing his two swords and smirking, keeping his wings behind him but slightly curled around him, ready to respond to the demon's almost assured attack upon himself.
Post by Austen Sionis on Sept 5, 2012 1:23:20 GMT -5
The sound of a motorcycle could be heard, its roar making music to the owners ears as she drove through the beautiful streets of Paris. She always did love visiting this city, it brought so many memories back from when she and her 'master', as some could say, would visit to steal from the many museums they held here. She turned a corner, seeing the multitudes of buildings along the roads.
Her see through black leggings clung to her skin as her gear covered black boots pressed against the metal. A smile made its way across her lips as her loose shirt hung off her left shoulder, and curved slightly in, showing she had curves. Around her thighs, she held butcher knives, and just inside her boots, she carried multiple sharp knives. She usually carried more, however, why would she need to be armed on such a calm night as tonight?
Her long auburn colored hair hung loosely in the wind, swaying with her. A small grocery bag hung from her right arm, and inside was a box of red hair dye. She needed to change it, she didn't want to be caught too easily.
The lights dimly led her onward. She drove past the motel she was currently staying at and past the many other places to rent. She needed fresh air, and the best time to receive that was at night. She didn't see many by-passers as she continued on, letting the only music she heard come from the baby beneath her. As she drove, she noticed a lone man, armored plenty, through the window of the church.
Who in their right mind would visit a church this late at night? Other than the father of course... She thought to herself as she pulled alongside the tall beautiful building. She couldn't help but admire the architecture. It was just so...magnificent. She shook her head. She was getting distracted way too easily.
She pulled herself off from the bike and slipped the baggy onto her seat. She made her way up the steps of the church, the wind hitting her from the back, making her shirt press tighter against her. The smell of vanilla seemed to flourish around her. She always did love vanilla body wash.
It won't hurt just to visit, maybe say a prayer for mum and pops. She smiled to herself as she walked up to the double doors, only to stop due to hearing a voice come from inside. She seemed to have caught the speaker already talking.
"-it will be an extremely entertain moment when I slay you and watch your blood flow around my feet." Her hand went to her mouth as she stood there, uncertain of what to do. Her eyes widened from shock, the color just glowing. Many have said she had enchanting eyes, being the color of a white and silver mixed together. She blinked, debating on going in or not. Was the man she saw earlier here to kill the father? Or was something else in there with him, something he was searching for. None-the-less, she knew she couldn't just stand by and let some murder happen...
Or could she? Technically, she did miss whatever the man had said earlier, and the door was quite thick; she could have understood it wrong. She cast a glance to the window, only to see something shiny and long get pulled out. He really was going to kill someone, or...something.
She dare not withdraw any weapons, afraid she might possibly become the next target as she placed her hand on the handle of the door and softly pulled. She didn't know what she was about to walk in, but she knew it wasn't going to be pretty.
Last Edit: Sept 6, 2012 1:58:14 GMT -5 by Austen Sionis
"After all this time--all these years--you and I have history. I know what you think of me. You think I'm just a doll. A doll that's pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You're wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time. I am dangerous. And I will show you just how dark I can be." -Harley Quinnzel
Post by Astaroth Merula on Sept 7, 2012 10:24:36 GMT -5
The demon smirked, watching the fight going on from the upper pews, watching how splendidly the angel attacked the other demon he had been observing. Such lovely displays of violence, hatred and death. It was even more beautiful to him than the Mona Lisa, seeing the true depths of the heart being displayed so plainly. Seeing the open hate for life, the greed for bloodshed, the twisted corrupted minds of killers... It gave him the ultimate sense of jubilation, and sent him as close to 'Heaven' as his kind would get. However, a new player had entered the field, a female on a motorcycle, from the sound of the engine. He smiled as he sensed her fear at seeing the angel's blood-thirst, her fear making him want to toy with her, even before seeing her.
The male fidgeted with the bracelets on his wrists, eager to join in the event that unfolded before his eyes, wanting to kill the angel himself now. He knew it would be a worthy battle, and that thought got his blood boiling, almost making him leap from the pews to attack the angel himself. However, he decided to see how the newcomer would be treated before joining in the fray himself.
Honestly, it was such a beautiful night. The full moon shining down upon the earth in all her glorious splendor, painted the world in shades of mystery and beauty. It was the perfect night for a glorious fight to the death, and killing in general. He smirked and awaited his turn to get to fight the angel.
I had a dream last night. The moon was full, the night was silent, and you were dead... Pretty good dream.
The angel eyed the male across from him warily as he slowly move around towards the male's left between the first row of pews and the demon. Although this would seem a risky maneuver for it added an obstactle between the angel and the daemon while at the same time limited the angel's maneuverability, Cordoba knew exactly what he was doing. He brought his left foot upwards in a hard kick, lifting a the light weight pew from the ground. Made to me lifted and moved, the pew rose in to the air with the sudden upwards lift, and Cordoba whipped around, spinning upon his still firmly planted right foot and slammed his foot in tot he pew again with a hard forward kick, sending the large object hurtling at the daemon's face. This would not actually probably hurt the demon but it served as a perfect distraction and if it did in fact make contact, the least it would do would be to send the daemon stumbling backwards.
As the pew flew at the daemon, Cordoba decided now was the time to act. He teleported, directly above and behind the flying pew, and kicked it again increasing the speed and power with which the flying object was traveling. He then teleported again from mid-air behind the daemon, blades crossed with the sharp side outwards towards the daemon's back with his left foot behind himself to keep himself from sliding backwards. When the pew would hit the demon, it would shove him back directly upon the blades, severing his spine not in one but two different places. Also, with which the speed and power of the pew was flying, it would surely snap his neck and shatter his nose as well as possibly cracking the daemon's ugly skull.
The pew slammed in to the daemon at full force, driving him back upon his blades. Cordoba slid back a few inches from the full force, then stopped. He carred little of what killed the daemon, whether it be his blades or the pew itself. It matter not to him as long as the daemon was dead. He whipped his blades down and away from the daemon, blood spraying from the gaping wounds left behind. Bone gleamed from two spots with in the wounds, the spine of severed completely stopping all signals from being transported between the daemon's brain and body. This would result in the stopping of the heart, lungs, and other vital functions. He would not even be able to heal himself. Unless somebody saw fit to heal the monster, he would be dead in less then three minutes as his body suffocated, if he did not bleed out and before then.
Turning away from the daemon's corpse as it fell to the floor, the angel blinked and looked at the at the sight of a female standing behind him in the door way of the church. He narrowed his eyes, slowly wiping the blades of his swords upon the legs of his pants. He made no move to attack her as of yet, however he had a feeling that he should. Also there was a vague something in the air. Demonic still, as if there was another daemon. Though that could be the still hot corpse of the daemon upon the floor. He decided to ignore that for now. He stepped towards the female, not raising his blades but also not putting them away either just incase she decided to attack him.
"I am sorry you had to witness that unfortunate event, Miss. However, it was necessary and could not be avoided. Now, if you would be so kind to allow me to pass, I have other business to attend to this evening." He stopped, directly in front of her now with his enormous wings six and half foot silvery white wings half curled around himself making for an extremely impressive sight to behold while his chest and legs where now covered with blood.
