Who Would Expect That

[Victoria Belmis]

“Well well, what have we are?” Victoria jumped in her place, surprised by the Angel's voice, but not daring to turn to face him. “Great, just great... I shouldn't have lost time with this, I should've just got what I wanted and go

[/color].” . Not being totally trusting of her fight abilities with an angel that size, she rushed her mind trying to find another method, and glanced at the window. That might be her only wait out. “ One an extremely attractive female, albeit in demoness' guilty way.”She spun her heels facing the Angel with amusement on her face. He was either not very enraged or just being cynical. Cynical, she thought, but maybe she could flirt her away out off it. Victoria opened her mouth to speak, regretting it, and closing it quickly. It was angel, he would much probably be sickened by the thought of a female demon even touching him. “ Aham, thanks, I guess.[/color]” Giving up a fake smile.

The demon soldier screamed as he launched in attack, flinging his hand using some sort of ability with no immediate effects. He then proceed to move in front of the window, ruining her plan escape, apparently thinking of giving it a similar use. Victoria only had time to see Zyxyz pulling out his gun and starting to fire, even though she was not the one being aimed at she needed to jump back avoiding one of the bullets, loosing her balance ending up landing with one knee on the ground. “ Fuck.[/color]” Victoria cursed when her joint banged the floor. She grasped her black desert eagle instinctively, not really planning on using it, at least not by now. Victoria wasn't naturally violent, only when provoked, which wasn't the case. She was only to start fire against the Angel if he did something to enrage or compromise Victoria's safety. Her main priority was to reach for the window. So bending her back , avoiding gun shots or anything else, she tried to move subtly to it. [/center]

[Cordoba]

As the female thanked him, his eyes flicked about the room at the two other males. He was gripping his swords, ready to fight already as one male shouted about them all there to kill him before moving towards a window and pulling a firearm. As he leveled the weapon, Cordoba spun about on his left heel, extending his right wing and allowing it to connect with the edge of the door slamming it shut. The first bullet, being of high caliber was not stopped, but instead deflected enough to miss Cordoba by the angle of the wood. The male angel was angry now, not even knowing the male had was also attempting to evaporate his own bodily fluids.

As the male spun, even before the door was completely slammed shut he teleported. Thinking clearly of the window the male demon had stood before, perhaps in an attempt to block it or maybe to have the sun behind him or maybe simply to have an escape path Cordoba did not know but hat he did know was it was a perfect attack opportunity. So he teleported right outside of where it was, almost two thirds of the half way through his spinning motion from slamming the door shut. He raised both his hands, swords ready and stabbed them through the back of the window, the left one aiming for the male's heart for a killing blow and the second aiming for his spin incase the first stab missed, attempting to sever the spinal column and paralyze the male.

He was counting upon his superior agility in this, as no other supernatural would have been able to react so fast in regards to the male demon's barrage of gun fire. Also, the window was a very small opening. His attacker, or attackers if they where all really after him, would have a lot of trouble getting out to him know through the small window though they could. They would have to go around to the front door to get out to attack him again.

[Zyxyz Golthrum]

Zyxyz watched the fourth bullet. Something about it just really caught his eye. It spun so slowly as it inched forwards. In fact, everything was moving slowly. His adrenaline was kicking in and the world was crystal clear with detail. So many missions, so many fights, so many kills, and so many promotions. It'd been so long he'd sort of forgotten what normalcy was like. Death was a natural part of the cycle and he'd become accustomed to that in quite a normal way. Nonetheless, it still shook the soul just a little when one killed another (assuming you weren't already batshit insane, of course). It wasn't too bad, though... it wasn't like his family was around or anything. The Demons of Rome had given him everything he could've wanted; family, friends, purpose.

It was still funny... everything moving in slow motion like that. Even the blade pushing through his torso and the second one following it. If it hadn't hurt so damn bad to have a blade in his lungs, he would've kept laughing. Nothing but another mission, though. He had considered hypnotizing the target and just killing him in his immobile state but had decided it wouldn't be sporting. Well, this is what you get for trying to give your foe a sporting chance, so it was Zyxyz' fault, really. No reason being mad as he fell asleep.

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[Solemn Creed]

Sol glared briefly at the "large" male that he decided to refer to as Jim. The constant searching about was annoying him but he said nothing. There were more interesting things with which to occupy himself. He raised an eyebrow, slightly "An angel, you say?"

Sol yawned. The thought that he was in an angel's house, uninvited, troubled him. The fact that he was with two other demons certainly couldn't look good. He had met his fair share of angels in his time, and almost all of them were possessed of some preconceived notion that demons were less than they were. Honestly, he didnt care what anyone thought. But Sol wasnt in a very killing mood today.

When the angel came strolling in through the door which he had apparently decided to kick in even though it was his own and he would be responsible for repairing it, Sol's head turned so quickly his neck hurt. When he saw the angel, Sol relaxed considerably. He glanced down and saw that he had reflexively drawn his knives, the blades gleaming from reflected light. His muscles had also tensed up and he tried to relax them, but something about the male angel screamed to him "Kill me!"

Sol was not one to let his instincts get ahead of him, but when Jim started shooting at Cordoba, his first thought was to dash to the side out of the way while using his power to stop any metals that came within 6inches of his person. Prepared for whatever response came from the angel, Sol waited.

What he wasnt prepared for, was the rapid response from the angel. Sol mentally noted to himself that the angel could teleport, and with great accuracy too. The angel disappeared and for a long split second, the air seemed almost still to Sol's adrenaline pumped eyes. Then from behind Jim, outside the window, the angel's blades slashed clear throught the glass to deliver an obviously fatal blow. Jim fell to the floor, either dead or soon to be. The angel was fast, faster than Sol even. Dangerously so...

Sol's eye twitched, he hated seeing another of his kind die but he honestly couldnt blame the angel, Jim had attacked first. He dropped into a fighting crouch, blades ready in case the angel didnt stop Jim. "Well, that was unfortunate." Sol commented, pulling Jim's gun within his easy reach.

[Victoria Belmis]

When the Angel teleported himself to the other side of the window, Victoria was already close enough to it, and ready to push Zyxyz out of the way, seeing he was blocking her escape. In the moment the female placed her hand in the demon's body to move him, a blade slashed through his body, quickly, smoothly remembering her old rag-dolls that she would puncture with a pair of scissors when she was a child. Blood sprayed all over Victoria, as she fell back. Zyxyz body dropped on the ground. She stared at it, thoughts rushing through her mind. She looked to face the other demon, figuring out his reacting. He took Zyxyz's gun, and commented, not very sentimental. Victoria didn't blame him, she would probably do the same. He brought it on himself, there was nothing they could do.

But then something crossed her mind.

Victoria could heal him...if he was still alive. But why would she? She didn't know him, neither she cared for him. Healing a wound of that degree would take an eternity which she didn't have, the Angel could return at any moment and decide that he was mad enough to kill us both. Being a young demon her abilities were often slower or more inefficient than older demons. In other hand he was one of her kind. Something inside her made her want to try.

"Victoria crawled next to body, verifying he was still breathing, but not for long. The angel probably couldn't see them, as they were right under the window and next to wall. At least she hoped so. She placed her hands on the bloody wound, focusing her energies. She could feel under her hands the body tissues coming slowly together. She stayed like this for a while, but releasing it after a minute. If the Angel saw them, her work would be useless as he would most certainly make sure he died. She hoped to have ,at least, healed the lung tissues, and minimized the heart wound, but the superficial part of the injury remained the same. That would hardly save him. She felt slightly weaker, and still wondering to herself why she done it. Victoria stood up with Zyxyz blood on her face, hands and clothes.

[Cordoba]

Cordoba watched as the male demon acquired the dying demon's weapon, and as the female attempted to heal the dying demon. Cordoba leap in to the air, somersaulting before teleporting in to the room, landing over the dying demon who had attacked himself and slammed his blades crisscrossed on either side of his neck then jerked them across, severing the demon's head from his shoulders and gouging to long lines in the floor with his weapons. He looked up slowly, his eyes dark and cold and hard as he gazed upon the female, then slowly shook his head with out a word.

He looked towards the other demon, eyes narrowed dangerously as he contemplated killing this abomination as well. He lifted his swords, blood dripping from them before wiping them upon the dead demon's shirt then he moved them behind his back and slid them in to their scabbards. He turned away from them both, walking towards the door and opening it and striding out. He had killed one demon, and that was enough for this moment. Besides, he didn't know what the other male was capable of just yet. It was never a wise, or tactically sound judgement to attack that which you did not know.

Stepping to the front door he walked out of it, as it was still wide open and strode out. He looked around the mountains, smiling and feeling satisfied about the day. It was going to be very good indeed now. Very good.... He spread his wings wide, bending his knees as he prepared to launch himself in to the sky and fly away from here.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol watched a Victoria attempted to heal Jim. He shook his head slightly. It was hopeless, he knew. The angel, Grumpy he had decided to call him, had stabbed him in the heart and severed his spinal cord. Either one would have killed JIm by itself, but he had both. Victoria didnt have the energy to repair him without risking herself, and Sol had none to waste in case Grumpy decided to attack him next.

Sol's body shook with rage as he watched Grumpy decapitate the dead body of Jim. Such desicration should not go unpunished, Sol knew. Even though Jim was a poor comparison to any of his clan, Sol could not help but be reminded of them. Of the bodies, men, women, and children, hacked to peices and defiled in ways unimaginable.

Good for Grumpy when he left, for he knew not how close he had come to death. And he was still within arms reach of the reaper. Sol stared at the body of Jim for a few seconds as Grumpy began to leave. The more he looked at the body, the more enraged he became. The voices were tearing at his psyche now, for they were even more furious than he was. They all melded into a single voice, one of rage. Sol had not time to ponder a reason for this as Grumpy was making his escape. It was time to make a decision, but he needed help.

Looking up at Victoria, seeing her covered in the blood of Jim, he asked quietly, "Should I kill him? You can help too, if you want..."

[Victoria Belmis]

When the Angel landed inside the house again Victoria contracted her muscles, and stared at him in silence. She watched as the cold Angel, colder than many demons she had ever knew, carved his blades on Zyxyz neck, making her effort worthless. She could almost see the energy she spent trying to heal the demon, escaping through his open neck.

She felt anger building up inside her, as the Angel faced her, restraining her body not to move into attack, not moving her eyes from him until he left the abode

Victoria didn't care much for Zyxyz himself, but the way the Angel slashed his dead body at cold blood, had shown profound disrespect for her kind. She remembered her parents. She saw them in similar circumstances, and for a moment she did not see Zyxyz lying in front of her in a puddle of blood. She saw her father. Victoria shook the thought out of her head.
Zyxyz was her race, she could not let such an vulgar act go without repercussions. The angel were to die.

Victoria raised her hands examining the blood on them, then proceeding to glanced to her all body.
She glanced at Sol, turning to him. "That would be a pleasure.

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[Solemn Creed]

Sol grinned his signature grin at Victoria. Those were just the words he wanted to hear. The air practically crackled with energy around Sol as gathered all of his power, ready to destroy Grumpy teh angel. He walked outside so he would have room for what was to come next.

Sol exhaled and a ripple went out across his skin as he began to revert to his natural form. A cry that sounded like a mixture between pleasure and pain burst from his throat as his bones began to crack, grow, and reshape into a much larger form. Leathery, lightly scaled batlike wings erupte from his back tearing through the skin and stretching out to their full length of 18ft. Elegant, yet powerful horns grew from his forehead and his scream intensified at the feel of the bones of his face reshaping and pushing outward at his forehead untill they formed his horns. His irises elongated to become more catlike in appearance and they became green in color. His skin burned and itched and his bones ached as they grew to increase his stature to its full height of 9ft tall. His fingernails shot off as long black talons grew from his fingers. Last but not least his skin turned rich, blood red color and his cry ended. The effect, a much larger more terrifying version of the handsome ivory skinned Sol they had seen earlier.

Now in his natural form Sol roared, a huge booming sound. Though to him the transformation had felt like it had lasted forever, it had in reality happened in the span of 2 to 3 seconds. Pure fear leaked from him out into the air as he strode forward towards the angel, using his powers to rip his swords away and he reached one taloned hand up and he made a fist with it, and the swords were crushed into one little ball of metal that was then flung far away. "Your killing him, I could abide. After all, he attacked you. But the desecration of his body cannot go unpunished. I was content to allow you to leave with your pathetic life, but you took things too far. Now you shall join the one you killed in eternal slumber."

Make his way through the woods in the shape of a mountain lion, the male Ca'guuror DelaSangre paused to sniff at something upon the ground. Way up in these mountains, he had been alone for days with just his own thoughts which was exactly the way he enjoyed it. Unless he was wanting to be around friends, but the past few days found him wanting to be alone. The solitude had done wonders upon him, making him feel better but at the same time his inner demon had been struggling to get out. This was far to much like the time from his escape from the military when Guan-thwie had ran his life for far to long. So he had been struggling with keeping him under control for the past three days.

As he sat, sniffing something upon the ground something rather large and extremely hard slammed in to his head. He yowled mightily, dropping his muzzle upon the ground and putting his paws over his hand. He whined, stars swimming in his eyes. As he removed them, he looked at his paws and saw a decent amount of blood. He sighed, and concentrated on the very small wound. A head wound, or course always bleed like crazy. So he concentrated on it, and healed the small scratch. He sniffed the metal and wrinkled his nose slightly. There was a combined scent of blood and power upon that hunk of metal.

Picking it up in his mouth, he began to dash through the woods following the echos of a roar along the mountain slopes. He suddenly flew in to a clearing, a clearing in which a humble stone abode resided. Directly in front of this abode stood an angel with all his majesty and strength. Behind him, a demon in all his wretched fake fearful glory. Ca'guuror knew all about their ability to instill fear upon others at will, and though it a rather pathetic way of getting attention. Not all demons where bad. Some where decent folk, but most abused their powers and knowledge for self gain and fame.

Obviously, this male demon was furious for some reason that Ca'guuror did not know. Frankly, he didn't did even give a damn. Demons got angry far to easily. On top of that, demons where also usually hypocrites. Getting upset and angry over the things that they themselves would more then happily do. He sat back upon his haunches and dropped the metallic sphere upon the ground before him.

He concentrated upon his human form, and his bones began to grind and crack as they broke and reformed. Fur slithered in to flesh, and the male stood up upon his two feet again to his slight height of five feet and nine inches. Dirty blonde hair hung around his face, only slightly concealing his solid gold eyes with no pupils or whites, though at current streaks of red broke the gold like bolts of lightning across it creating molten orbs uncannily like magma. The male was clad in a black leather sleeveless vest, his legs enclosed in military cargo style pants. A katana was strapped across his back, four and a half feet long, and a brown leather bag of what appeared to hold six spheres that looked like the size of marbles. He looked between the two other males. He parted his lips to speak, exposing his sharpened canines upon his upper and bottom jaw.

"Well well, this looks like a most interesting scene indeed. I don't really care about what has happened here, or why the two of you are fighting. What I want to know is WHY I was hit in the head by this?" He held his hand over the metallic sphere and it leap from the ground, rolling over his hand as he twisted his wrist so that his palm was face up again. The sphere rolled and twisted in mid-air and Cag looked at the demon smirking.

"I have twenty dollars upon you. Demons always tend to be so full of themselves, thinking that they are always more powerful then others. Let me make a wild guess...." the sphere burst in to many metallic orbs the size of marbles, swirling around Ca'guuror like a swarm of meteors revolving around a sun. "So what what form did this MARVELOUS metal take before slamming in to my head? A weapon of some sorts? A sword? No, to much metal for just one weapon. Two swords perhaps? Yes, that must be it."

As he spoke, the spheres all collided together again, slamming in to each other and forming to amorphous blobs before straightening out and becoming two magnificent long swords. With a twitch of his wrist, the swords flew in to the air and pierced in to the ground on either side of the angel. Ca'guuror leaned back against a tree, smirking and shaking his head. "Now Mr. Demon...play fair. Or I shall be force to intervene some more."

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria followed Sol, leaving the house behind him. The male demon got ahead of her, proceeding to his transformation. Before turning herself, Victoria watched as the older demon changed. She wasn't able to perform such a metamorphose, at least not like that, and wondered for a second if she was ever going to be able to do such. The female cleared this thoughts, and focused on her own transformation. Victoria closed her eyes for a second, when she opened them they were no longer charming blue but pitch black. It seemed she had been stripped of her soul.

Her transformation was interrupted by a new male voice. She turned her head towards the sound and saw a male not much taller than her, holding the broken pieces of the Angels sword, his scent was very intense due to recent shifting, and Victoria recognized it. The shapeshifter began talking arrogantly and criticizing demons, in a normal situation the female wouldn't care much about this words, and would discredit them easily, but she was not in the mood, her demon pride had already been touched to much that day. The male seemed to have some kind of ability to control metal, and pieced the two swords back together. Victoria was not amused. “ Mind your own business, shifter!” The demoness shouted growling slightly.

[Cordoba]

As Cordoba's swords where stripped away, he spun around and glared at the demon. As he spun though, his eleven inch dagger appeared from his sash in to his hands almost as if it had already been there though it had not been. His entire body clench, ready to leap towards the demon and slay him where he stood. He did not care about what he looked like, or supposive "ability" to manipulate metal. Then, a voice rang out and he stopped and looked towards it. A new male was standing there, manipulating a metallic sphere like it was some kind of toy. Suddenly, the sphere split apart and became many spheres, that all collided together and became a two swords that flew through the air and landed beside him. He instantly slid his dagger back in to his sash and picked them up.

They where different from his original, but stil weighed the same at least. He spun them, turning his head back to the demon before him and grinning. Then suddenly the female came out, yelling at the male who had been behind him, identifying him as a shapeshifter. Well....he would get to him later. First he was going to take care of these demons. He glanced between the male and female. Clearly, he was stronger then the girl but he had no doubt she could back him up at least a little bit. Perhaps he should remove the weakest link first? Deciding, Cordoba dashed at the male demon, teleporting from side to side about two feet creating a zig zag like pattern that was completely erractic instead of a steady pattern making it down right almost impossible to hit him with anything.

Then, suddenly he was not infront of the male, but behind the female, the sword slashing inwards and up towards her ribcages, looking to slash the already weakened female not a fatal blow, but a crippling one. If it would land it would be a bloody, nasty wound that would take quite a lot of energy to heal up. A second after the blow landed it it did and the female did not stop it or dodge, or the either males intervened, the male teleported away yet again. He would appear on top the stone hovel that they had all so foolishly though was his own. He then would glance between the two men, narrowing his eyes before teleporting far away. That was to much, the two males would more then likely attack him together, and that was unacceptable. He knew together they could bet him for now. So he would bid his time, and take them out alone at a later time. He walked away, sliding the swords in to the sheaths upon his back, frowning at the strange feel of the different shaped weapons and making a not to reshape them later at somebodies forge back in to their correct form.

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria glanced back to the Sol and the Angel, not seeing the Angel, her heart stopped for a second until, piercing pain took over her rib-cage. She looked down to see the Angel's sword going through her body. She gasp, and felt the blade leaving her body. Looked up moving her trembling hands to the injury. Her legs failed and she landed on her knees. Her eyes turned to blue again, feeling her energy leaving her body, her arms and legs going numb. Blood dripped from her mouth, chocking on it she coughed spraying it on the floor. Victoria fell over, the pain spreading through her body, not letting her breath. She felt her body wanting to black out, but she struggled to stay awake. Maybe the rage she felt was what kept her from closing her eyes, and falling asleep, she wanted to scream but the only thing that came out from her throat was more blood. Blood. So many blood. She didn't have the energy to cure herself, the wound was too profound, and she was too weak, but she refused to give up.

She raised her eyes to Sol, not thinking he could do anything about her, or that he would. She just wanted to look to somewhere other than the puddle of blood that had formed around her wound and mouth.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol glared over at the shifter. He was enraged by the fact that someone had interfered with his battle with the angel. He smiled but the grin looked more predatory than pleasant. After watching what the shifter could do to metal, Sol prepared his own powers to negate whatever the shifter tried to do, in case he attacked. Sol watched as the angel teleported in a zigzag towards them. His expression became amused as he watched the angel strike at the female then retreat to some unknown destination.

Sol knelt next to the female demon and used his power to hold her insides together and he clamped off the blood flow of major arteries into the wound. He placed his hands on her back around the wound and he reached into his deep store of energy to heal her. He watched and concentrated as the wound closed and the flesh knit back together. Wary he may have to do battle with the shifter, Sol did not spare as much as he could have. He managed to repair most of the internal damage so she wouldnt die but would need more healing later to get her back to 100%.

Sol stood and turned towards the shifter. His expression was grim. "So, are we going to have to fight?' he asked, getting ready to defend himself and Victoria in case the shifter attacked or the angel came back.