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Post by Shinda on Oct 9, 2014 19:43:22 GMT
The coughing from inside the hospital was agonizing with each heave and wheeze. The moans of young dying children and family wailing at the last moments of their loved ones. The night was dark and cold and miserable. Anyone of the right mind was hidden away in the warmth of their homes. The hospital was dark and damp, simple lights by each bed were the only sources of comfort for those too ill to fall into the gentle hands of sleep. Akvan sat on the inclined roof of the second story hospital wing. He had his legs tucked up close to his chest, and his eyes dropping to the small waterways that flowed down the roof from the previous rainstorm. One ear was open as he listened to whatever was going on inside the hospital.
"It got rather serious this afternoon, but he looks like he'll recover now." Came a gentle voice from inside the hospital. Akvan's heavy eyes moved slowly to look inside. A nurse, holding a clipboard, smiled to two individuals sitting by the bed of a resting child. The couple held hands, glancing to each other with relief in their eyes. Akvan looked at the child. To everyone in the room, he must have looked better. A warm glow to his cheeks, a steady rise and fall of his chest.
But Akvan could see what was really going on. He could see the small infection flowing around the boy in a sickly green.
To Akvan, the young boy was coated in the green dust, a specific dust that allowed the Demon God of disease to distinguish between his illnesses. What the boy had was a 'genetic' blood disease. It caused the blood cells to turn acidic, damaging flow of blood and almost always ending in a terminal ill-being. What the humans saw as a healthy color, Akvan saw as the boy's blood ready to burst. The child didn't have much longer left.
As he thought, the boy stirred in his sleep, moaning and whimpering. The three surrounding him got up, the nurse went to check monitors with a flustered expression. Akvan winced, turning his attention away from the hospital wing as he knew where it was going.
"Call the Doctor quick! He's going into shock. His body temperature is increasing rapidly, he needs..." Akvan didn't hear the rest. Perhaps the nurse had left to get help. But in her wake, the Demon could hear the shuddering cries of the couple who were visiting the boy. Akvan's head dropped lower into his lap, face shivering with emotion.
"I'm... sorry." He mumbled, finally glancing back to the boy in the bed. The blush on the child's face was gone, and although he was as pale as death, the child looked peaceful. Akvan tried to smile. "Maybe you'll become one of the Angels." The Demon suggested, looking up to the faintly bi-colored sky. "You'll be happy there, I'm sure." It was a strange hope for a Demon God, and an unlikely one. Since the boy died at Akvan's hands, he would probably become a Demon. Akvan sighed, shuffling his feet as he tried to get comfy.
He usually spent nights by the hospital. It was Akvan's way of desperately looking for a way to support those affected by his sinful job. But it was tough, everyone who died in that place added to the blood on Akvan's hands. It made him feel sick, sick to his core. But Akvan didn't leave, he couldn't. So the young Demon God sat, pulling at the bandages over his arms as he listened in to the quiet suffering of his victims.
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Post by Itami on Oct 9, 2014 20:33:54 GMT
Itami always loved hospitals, death was a common occurrence in a place that was designed to help people, and the pain and suffering from many of the inhabitancies made a sickening sweet smile appear on her face every time round. She had recently finished toying with a man lying on his death bed, making him crave more of the pain relieving pills... How she loved knowing that his body will soon shut down from too many. Itami became prepared to leave, ready to make another's life miserable for a few moments, but the suffering of a couple not far from herself caused her to stay...
Hovering not far from a young boys room, she watched as Akvan spoke to the dying boy, telling him words of comfort. She grinned at the site, a Demon attempting to do an angelic thing. It made her sick. Taking a slow flight to Akvan she relished in the distraught of both the couple and Akvan himself. Always one to, sympathise, with the living, and hate his important, worthy job...
"Im impressed, you lied to a young dying child."
Itami always took such satisfaction in making the lives of the living depressing, but when she could do so with one like herself... That's where the real fun begins.
"Do not pity what we are, pity the living for not knowing such joys..." |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 9, 2014 21:17:53 GMT
Akvan broke down into tears well before Itami showed up. He only echoed what was coming from the room. Self-pity. Akvan hated it, and yet it was what he felt all of the time. He hated and pitied himself, all he had to go through. He couldn't connect with humans. The ones who didn't hate him would get ill from close contact. And the ones who hated him reminded him why he was loathed on every occasion. He was the biggest killer in the world. The one causing tragedy after tragedy and breaking hearts and killing innocence. Rubbing his eyes against his arms until his head went red, Akvan sniffed and looked back in to the hospital. A doctor was around the boy now. Checking his pulse before pulling a sheet over his head. The mother broke down again, trying to tugged away the sheets to look at her son. Akvan looked away when he felt sick.
"I'm impressed, you lied to a young dying child."
Akvan jumped, looking up to see the dark, slim figure approaching. The young Demon got up quickly, looking around awkwardly. It was bad enough hanging around Humans, even worse when you were a Demon God. Itami wasn't the kind to keep quiet when she had the chance to get one of her siblings in trouble. "I-Itami!" Akvan announced, brushing himself down, "I was... just watching them. And i-it wasn't a lie, I mean... he, he could still become an Angel right?" Akvan hung his tail low, his shyness always weighing him down. Akvan brushed the ground with a boot, moving out of the light of the hospital so that they wouldn't be able to spot him outside.
"Do not pity what we are, pity the living for not knowing such joys..."
Akvan looked up to glare, only to drop his eyes down. Itami wasn't one he was prepared to talk back to. Not many of his fellow Demon Gods were. Even though Akvan was a relatively strong God, he always view himself below, mostly by his young age and inexperience. "Joys? I cause suffering to innocent people. H-how can it by a joy to have an entire species hate you?"
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Post by Itami on Oct 9, 2014 21:41:14 GMT
Itami almost broke her façade and laughed at the feeble attempt to stand up to her for even a second. Not many would even look back, especially to her, how she loved being feared. Nor did she reply to his first question, taking un shown amusement in his optimistic belief that has been proven not to be for years. "The joy is the power, we have the ability to rid the world of such cruel things, its a part of life, death and misery and suffering is the very core of that life." It was all true in Itami's opinion, without pain and suffering and death the world would be over run with... humans. She shuddered at thought of the Demons gone and peace and tranquillity rising above all else, a thought she wishes not to have again. "Be grateful for the hate, it gives some a reason to fight, a reason for us to show the lesser species what we can do."
Itami looked back towards the mother grieving over her dead son, and gave a small sinister smile, how she could have some fun with this... All in the name of helping dear, little old Akvan right? "How about I show you exactly what us Demons are capable of, and what joys the humans are missing out on?" She was already forming a plan in her head, for the father still seemed like he didn't believe his eyes... or was too prideful to admit such a thing out loud... |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 11, 2014 21:18:41 GMT
Akvan hopes were indeed pointless. But they were all that kept him alive, that and his few friends in the Demon race. The idea that those who suffered under his influence got to live the prouder life of an Angel was useless hope. One some occasions, people who were ill died happy, perhaps some news got to them just before death that brought them happiness. But that was because of Angels. The feathered beings truly were the lucky ones. They were appreciated in this world, worshiped and loved. They had flowers thrown at them where Akvan was thrown rocks and abuse.
"The joy is the power, we have the ability to rid the world of such cruel things, its a part of life, death and misery and suffering is the very core of that life."
Akvan sighed. She had a point, and Itami was a wiser God for all her experience to back it up. Akvan was given information on his job when he was given it, but the boy still didn't understand the point of it all. Without evil there wouldn't be good, without death there wouldn't be life. It was the harsh truth behind life. Akvan didn't answer back, he wanted to prove himself right in his beliefs but it was unlikely that any Demon or Angel would be on par with the Disease God.
"Be grateful for the hate, it gives some a reason to fight, a reason for us to show the lesser species what we can do."
"I just can't sister..." Akvan muttered, covering his head with his hands. "The cries of pain and suffering, of hate and anguish at the daily tragedies that I insure... I just can't be grateful for that burden." If Akvan could, he'd ask Mo to remove his powers. But being a God was a blessing passed down directly from the Sun Goddess. Akvan's life was his job now, and losing it would end him.
"How about I show you exactly what us Demons are capable of, and what joys the humans are missing out on?"
Akvan looked up to Itami with shock. Just what did his wicked sister have planned? The Demon glanced into the hospital wing, the mother still cried but the father seemed frozen in place. "Itami... sister, please." Akvan placed a hand on the window, looking from Itami to the couple. "Don't cause them anymore grief than what I've given them... it isn't fair."
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Post by Itami on Oct 11, 2014 22:33:41 GMT
Itami didn't listen to Akvan's plea, then again she never really did as another asked, instead choosing to search within the father for the moment to strike. She focused on the energy within him, the energy that showed he was too prideful to admit his own sons death, and redirected it to the forefront of his mind. "My dear child, you have so much to learn. By giving the lesser's more grief, more suffering, they learn and adapt. We are doing them nothing but a kindness." The sinister smile on her face probably gave away the truth behind the weak lie. She was doing this for no reason but her own twisted pleasure.
Itami watched the father as he silently strolled towards the cot and took a hold of his sons shoulders before weakly shaking them, when that didn't work it became more violent. Shouts of 'wake up' and 'he's not dead' could be heard, along side the mothers and doctors frantic screams to stop, that he was gone. Itami relished in the power radiation of the sinful act, pride had always been her favourite to exploit, had always been the most powerful. "We do not create the conditions of these humans, we only find the joy in exploiting the weaknesses that they are born with." She then went on to release her temporary hold on the father, as he came back to his senses, realising what he had done, Itami once again smiled, one showing pleasure in the situation, as he finally broke down. |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 13, 2014 19:26:00 GMT
(Itami is probably aware of Akvan's 'personality' issues, btw... and yes, Shinda had a potty mouth xD)
Akvan curled up, falling down to his knees as he watched the father burst out of character. This wasn't right. Showing violence to someone already dead. It was insulting and cruel, at least when Akvan killed he made sure that the person died and stayed that way without pain. What the father was doing now was painful to not only the blubbering mother and nurse, but his child too. Humans were naive in some cases to believe that once dead, you couldn't feel. They were wrong. For a Human to die, their soul leaves and becomes a Demon or Angel, and their body stays behind. But that didn't mean the body and soul disconnected. It had been reported before, Demons or Angels feeling phantom pains or spasms, all linking back to the way their dead Human body was treated. The soul could still feel grief and pain, and no doubt the boy's soul was in a lot of it right now. That was probably Itami's plan all along. Akvan might have been dreaming big to think that the boy would rebirth as an Angel, but perhaps the Demon God of Sin knew that it could still be a possibility. By upsetting the boy's soul like the father did under Itami's control, she'd basically destroyed all chance for the boy to die happy. He would be a Demon now, stuck in this horrid existence alongside Akvan. Akvan shivered, looking at the damp roof tiles around his panned out hands.
"We do not create the conditions of these humans, we only find the joy in exploiting the weaknesses that they are born with." Akvan broke down along with the father, pathetic in his childish cries but unable to hold back the shared grief. Cruel, it was simply cruel. And watch made Akvan want to be sick was the fact that in the end, he could do nothing to stop it, any of it. "Humans aren't born weak..." Akvan managed to mutter, wet eyes glancing up to the resting faces of the other patients, "We are. We're the weak ones. So pathetic and weak that we can only cause pain in others. The strong are the ones who know pain, who know suffering and cruelty, and yet still choose to live despite that." Akvan's hands were now in fists, shaking so violently they caused the roof tiles to stir. He had reached his limit of this conversation... or at least Akvan had reached his limit. There was still someone who had yet to make his mark. Akvan suddenly got up, hand over his sword's hilt before it was drawn as swift as a lightening flash. The blade was pointed right at Itami's neck, and a smile creased Akvan's, no, Shinda's face. "So, Bitch... which one do you think you are? The strong ones or the weak ones?" Shinda growled, hand clutching the blade tightly.
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Post by Itami on Oct 13, 2014 20:19:38 GMT
Itami laughed as Shinda came into play. This was her plan all along when seeing Akvan, it had been too long since a Demon gave her a good old fashioned fight, she gave out a sinister smile, and a sickening cackle. "I love giving people pain, and suffering. All Demons know that. It brings me such a taste of forbidden fruits, that I just cant get enough of. But my dear child, you are a fool to think that I am weak." She conjured up shadow wrath, her most loyal fighting sin, never giving up and always regenerating when taken down.
She also prepared her nails, always trusted in a one on one fight. But she also was preparing the trick up her sleeve, in-case things went south, she heard and has seen the things Shinda is capable of, and even though she knew she could win, it was always fun to mess with Akvan's head... Lets see if Shinda is weak or strong. "You know if we start a fight surely those in the hospital will hear. Including a just died child's parents... Surely they will connect the dots on your presence. As for mine... I don't give a damn, I want them to know." Itami once again gave a loud cackle before scratching the window, almost ineffectively gaining the attention of the mother and father. Part to of her plan, was almost in action. |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 13, 2014 20:47:28 GMT
It was so refreshing for Shinda to get a hold of the body for a change. Sharing this powerful Demon body with his blubbering counterpart was always a pain, but it gave Shinda the opportunity to take breaks and only appear when he wanted. He just wanted to break things, bones and skin. He wanted to make others bleed, he wanted to see them coil and die beneath him. Perhaps that hidden desire led the Demon into getting his godly powers, even though the true God was Akvan.
"I love giving people pain, and suffering. All Demons know that. It brings me such a taste of forbidden fruits, that I just cant get enough of. But my dear child, you are a fool to think that I am weak."
Shinda smiled, lifting the sword closer to the witch's throat. He understood clearly what she meant, so clear it was like a reflection. Shinda adored giving others pain, their cries were his music and drive to act as he acted. Shinda licked his lips before echoing that cackle of Itami's. "Akvan may have been wrong in one aspect. True, strong people should know pain, but that doesn't mean they can't inflict it as well." In a flash, Shinda drew his blade across his hand, the magic blade drawing blood easily. Shinda clenched his hand to let the blood dribble between his fingers. "I feel pain, therefore I know how to give it too." Shinda's eyes darted to the shadow form, slicing through it quickly. Of course, it was to little effect. Shinda could recognize Itami's strongest sin easily, and gritted his teeth at the strong shadow. It would make things difficult. Typical of this bitch, to rely on more than just her own strength. They'd probably see more than one sin being summoned tonight.
"You know if we start a fight surely those in the hospital will hear. Including a just died child's parents... Surely they will connect the dots on your presence. As for mine... I don't give a damn, I want them to know."
Shinda didn't give a damn either. But as he turned to look at the pale faced people staring in his direction, the Demon's head pounded. "Fuck." Shinda muttered, pointing a hand towards the window. The glass frame was suddenly flooded with green, sickly mist. A wall of gaseous green infections that Shinda could control. They'd stop the window from being opened, or anyone from inside seeing, but it was only a matter of time before people came outside. And on top of that, using the green mist as a wall meant Shinda's concentration and power was cut significantly. "Damn it Akvan." Shinda cursed to himself. He didn't care if people saw him, but Akvan did. And being of the same body, Akvan's will remained dominant, and above Shinda's violent wishes. Shinda looked up to glare at Itami. To make matters worse, she had been given the time to prepare, and was ready for Shinda's move. Confidence was draining, but then Shinda shook his head. What was he worrying about? He was Shinda, the sadistic bastard who never lost, and never stopped fighting. Shinda gripped his sword, extending out his dark, Demonic wings before charging at Itami, aiming a blow at the bitch's neck.
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Post by Itami on Oct 13, 2014 21:07:45 GMT
Itami was quick to dodge the first attack. Simple manuvers was something she was taught at a young Demon age, as was finding her opponents weak spots. Though she knew things would get harder, the more she purposefully riled up both Shinda and Akvan, but that was exactly what she wanted. It had been far too long since her precious shadow sins had a chance to fight one so powerful. She commanded Wrath to attack from behind... Why dirty her nails with blood... When she can get someone else to do so. "I feel pain alright... But least my conscience relishes with it... Does Akvan's do the same... Hmm?" Itami couldn't pass up any opportunity. Despite the attacks, where's the fun in fighting, when you cant land in a low blow? After all Itami wanted to watch as both Shinda and Akvan broke down, she did not wish to kill, it would make the better of fights when they next meet. But she wanted them both to suffer. A Demons suffering, was just like a five star meal, delectable and scrumptious.
Itami watched in concealed glee at the fight with Wrath and Shinda, though she often found herself between the attacks, she did not care, nor did she attack back, just dodged them and laughed at the attempts on both half's even if one was her own. Just waiting for the perfect opportunity to come along for her plan to be set into motion. The most broken of hearts are the easiest to manipulate after all. |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 13, 2014 21:45:01 GMT
Itami's skills were somewhat predictable. Unless she had zero talent, Shinda didn't expect his strike to hit. If it had, the dark haired Demon would be dead. Shinda landed quickly, leather wings flapping to keep his balance on the tilted roof. He turned around to face Itami again, before feeling a change in wind behind. Shinda turned just in time to block Wrath's black claws with his sword, arms shaking as he pushed the familiar back.
"I feel pain alright... But least my conscience relishes with it... Does Akvan's do the same... Hmm?"
Shinda clenched his teeth, pushing forwards to shake Wrath off. "Fuck you. Akvan's ideals don't matter. The fact that I'm here means that bastard couldn't handle the pressure. Which means..." Shinda focused his magic on his blade, the sword glowing a sickly green. Shinda slashed it forwards, cutting a gash right across the Wrath shadow, causing pitch black ooze to spurt out. "I can kill what I want, inflict what I want. Pain isn't going to slow me down now that you've pissed me off, bitch." Shinda smiled at Itami, before the grin was taken away as Wrath repaired itself. Taking a chance, Shinda attacked Itami, only to miss as the sly witch managed to dodge again and again. Wrath came from behind again, biting and clawing at Shinda's back. The Demon shoved the shadow off with his wings, growling as he turned to kill Wrath again. "This thing is pissing me off even more!" Shinda commented, stabbing the recovering Wrath to try and slow down it's recovery.
The only way to really be rid of the pestering shadow was to defeat Itami, which Shinda couldn't do with just his blade.
Shinda felt a refusal in his head, but the Demon ignored the headache, holding his hand out towards the green mist. "My deadly friends, let's make this battlefield a little more suited for my powers shall we?" With a simple flick of his hand, the green mist expanded. Exploding outwards, the poisonous gas coated the roof, making every surface toxic. Whilst Shinda couldn't create a gas disease-ridden enough to kill Itami. One simple inhale of this green gas would slow her down and dull the senses.
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Post by Itami on Oct 13, 2014 22:13:30 GMT
"It would do wonders for you end health if you stopped calling me a bitch." Itami usually didn't let such trivial things get to her, but today seemed to be an exception, not that she fully minded. It did give her a reason to get angrier, and to fight in the first place. She wanted to laugh at the attempt to destroy her sin, knowing that it would never go away, not until her last breath. But she did admire in a sickening way, the determination of Shinda, for it made the fight a lot more fun. "My deadly friends, let's make this battlefield a little more suited for my powers shall we?" Itami knew what was to come, Shinda was going to use the toxic gas against her, to dull the sense's in hope it would delay her responses. She knew for the most part, it would work, not even she could fight of the deadly disease. But the battle wasn't over. Summoning Envy and Gluttony to stand against Shinda, Itami got prepared to even the odds of the game. "This is my battlefield..." Watching as the parents of the dead child that started all this finally come out to see the commotion, Itami set into action, relying on her current sins in play to watch her back, she focused her energy conjuring up Pride once again alongside Greed, she sent the sins into the father and mother accordingly. She could feel the hold on the father would not be long, as for the mother, time was on her side. She watched as the mother came overbearing with the need to have her son, and despite the lack in fighting skill, Itami knew she made a valuable unwilling ally. For Akvan would surely not wish to harm another. The father was once again controlled by pride, weak as the bond may be. "I would like to see you go against humans, Akvan. Prove to me your the cold, hearted killer everyone believes you are." Itami was quick to set the unwilling on Shinda, hoping that her assumption was correct. |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 15, 2014 21:25:02 GMT
Shinda smiled, landing amongst his signature green gas as he watched Itami. What would she do? There was no evading the smog, even flying away, Shinda could just command the gas to follow the devil woman. The Demon smiled, shrugging slightly, "Can't help calling you what you are, Bitch." The meaning of the word was rather fitting. Demons were close to being beasts, so that made Itami a female beast. Suited her well, and Shinda was sure the woman would agree with that. Wrath got up again, but Shinda was ready for the sin. Chopping off the shadows head seemed to slow the healing, and after decapitating his foe Shinda returned to his green mist. Itami had something up her sleeve, hiding like a snake in grass, Shinda watched her summon yet more sins. Shinda prepared his blade, slicing the legs of the new Gluttony and Envy sins. The violent Demon grinned, almost licking off the shadowy blood of the sins as he turned to prepare an attack on Itami.
What she had prepared herself, Shinda wasn't ready for. Itami had located the couple in the hospital, and had made them her slaves. This was bad, the bitch knew exactly what this meant. Shinda could feel his hold on the body disappear, and holding onto the roof, Akvan came back into control. The Demon looked fearfully at the two poor people. Tear stained eyes as they looked up to him with blood lust. Akvan shook his head, backing up only to feel pain on his back. It was the combined claws of two sins, raking down his back to desperately get a grip. Shoving him forwards, the sins pushed Akvan clear off the roof. Akvan flapped around, trying to catch wind with his wings. He had just enough time to cast a spell below him. Slight damp mold growing under a cardboard box in the street was targeted, and Akvan commanded the mold to grow rapidly, until it formed a sponge of sickly fungus for Akvan to land softly on. Panting, Akvan tried to regain his bearings.
What was he to do now? He couldn't kill the people now in Itami's hands, and running away wouldn't be an option if the Demon woman still wanted to play.
"I would like to see you go against humans, Akvan. Prove to me your the cold, hearted killer everyone believes you are."
Akvan looked up to see Itami above him, and then back down to watch in despair as the two Humans drew closer. Akvan got up slowly, looking down at his blade. "I'm not a killer, I'm... not. It's not, not fair." Akvan mumbled, watching the couple smile maliciously at him. If they got close, they would try to kill Akvan. But that wasn't what worried him. People got ill when they touched Akvan. He couldn't always control the passive disease magic that coated him. Akvan sheathed his sword, hoping in vein to get away. This wasn't him, and Shinda wasn't about to spill blood if Akvan could help it. The Demon God quickly summoned the poison gas from the roof back into his hand, along with the fungi sponge, all before taking off directly up. If he could escape to Dranar, Itami wouldn't be able to continue this battle, and no one else would have to die before Akvan tonight.
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Post by Itami on Oct 15, 2014 21:40:59 GMT
Itami watched as Akvan took back control and prepared to leave. How it would be fun to end him here and break the boy, but she had bigger plans, and now was not the time to show this. Calling off the sins from the humans, and promising them blood during her next outing. She summoned Envy to follow Akvan, and report to her where he stopped, she would follow on later. Though breaking him is not an option at this moment in time, doesn't mean she still cant have some fun. Tormenting him was one of her favourite things to do in her free time after all. "It doesn't matter where you go Akvan, we are not finished here and I will find you..."
Itami then turned towards the couple, blaming Akvan and the Demons in general for the loss of their son. She let out a menacing chuckle and took pride when they both moved back. "I wouldn't talk about us in such a way, especially not to me. Despite how some of my kind are sympathetic towards you abominations. I most certainly am not, I wont hesitate to rip your throats out..." Itami took one last glance towards them, and followed the signal radiating off Envy about Akvan whereabouts. She had some unfinished business with the God. |
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Post by Shinda on Oct 15, 2014 21:53:16 GMT
Akvan was surprised when Itami didn't drag him down from the sky. The God huffed, feeling pain in his wings. Those two sins, when they claws at his back they must have done some damaged to the wings. Akvan looked around the floating city, finally landing on the rooftop of a quiet block above the hospital. The Demon God sat down, moving his wings in front of his face to look for damage. Damn Shinda, whilst Akvan appreciated the times when he could forfeit a battle to tag in Shinda, the Demon didn't trust the split-personality. If he wasn't in control, people could die. Not but illness, but by the sword. And killing was forbidden. Akvan had been given understanding in terms of the rules, in that he could only kill others with his specific God magic. Shinda didn't seem to understand that, and Akvan always worried that he'd be the death of himself one day. Relaxing slightly, although still shaken up, Akvan sighed. He wiped his damp eyes, before glancing around the quieter region of Sora. Hopefully Itami had finished playing today. After a rest, Akvan would try to reach Dranar. It was a tough climb, and with damaged wings it would be even harder.
So long as the rest of the night remained quiet, Akvan could get back and be away from all these troubles. Akvan glanced down at the hand now coated with a condensed form of the green gas. What a despicable power, something so deadly shouldn't be in the care of a insane and doubtful Demon. If only there was a way out. A way to stop killing for survival. Although it didn't feel like a fight for survival anymore, more like a daily, unnecessary massacre. Akvan hid in his hands once more, trying to catch his breath in the peace for just a moment.
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