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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 9:19 am
Celeritas, the flippant genie and demon grinned, that slanty eyed, fox-face grin…always...it never goes away. He flops down right in front of the throne, like it was his own personal seat, and crosses his arms before his chest, which ruffles his white Haori a bit. "Well, I got word o' things goin’ down, boss. I hear that things are comin' to a head and business is boomin'. Trouble is, gettin' into some places ain't easy for demons. What I was doin' before this was checkin' things out, you know? The human world is full of sin these days. Debauchery and faithlessness are the order o' the day. I gotta say, you do a pretty good job for not doin' a lot." He standed back up and leaned against a wall again…he remained quiet a moment before speaking once more. "Your informant in the court o' pure souls is workin' overtime. We keep in telepathic contact, and nobody ever tries to expel me from heaven since I don't really do much but smart off. Makes me perfect to pick up her reports. That's where I'm goin' next. You must have somethin' mighty good for a high-level angel in heaven to go chasin' after your ideals."
Lucifer smirked over at the irritating face. "Surely even you can see the brilliance in what I say otherwise you would be up there with them. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the work you do. I'd personally like to see you attacking the humans, and exiles more with some of your pranks." he said the comment about him doing nothing slip by. He let out a small sigh as he thought a moment. "Since you are in constant contact with her tell me what has been going on in heaven lately."
He shook his head, even in a negative gesture, that smile is pasted on. It would be maddening to most, but on him it just…looks right, somehow. Like if he wasn't wearing it, there'd be something missing from his overall look. He muses for a moment and sighs. "Well, you know how she is about goin' into the Man's personal space. The angels been doin' a lot o' talkin’ in there from what I hear, so she ain't been able to get a lot out o' those folks. Mostly she's been watchin' the young ones in war trainin'. Makin' sure they ain't got a heads up on your newbies. That an' she's mappin' the command center out, except the personal rooms she ain't allowed in. Still, from what emotions I get outta her, there's somethin' stirrin up there. Like a nest o' angry hornets just waitin' to bust. "
He watches the wretched souls mill about in this place, ever unable to do anything but get in the way. He flicked one aside, sending it crashing into the wall. Sure, he couldn't do that with a moderate or bigger demon, but picking on the little ones suits him. He shrugs after he sends it flying. "The Exiles don't interest me. All they do is go on about their everyday lives, like they're different or somethin'. They're milquetoast. They ain't got the will to pick good or bad one way or the other. Most of em just wanna get back into the Man's graces, and the ones that do fall were weak to begin with. You can only temper brittle steel so much, and it'll probably break the second you hit somethin' with it. Useless. I'm goin' to meet my contact in the human world soon, I'll probably cause some trouble while I'm there, just to make you happy, Chief"
Lucifer chuckled slightly as he watched the lowly demon fly slightly. "Angry hornets? Never would have thought of them as that aggressive." he shrugged it off with another chuckle. "I would think the exiles would be of more interest to you. Sure the joy of breaking things is well with in your nature." he paused the glint in his eye dulling. "Not that it matters... I should enjoy seeing what mischief you pull in the human world." he said almost carelessly.
He shrugged then and turned his back, but not before gazing over his shoulder…that smile widening into a big grin, as usual when he's plotting something that's going to cause trouble. "It ain't that I don't take no interest, it's just that most o' em didn't make a choice. You gotta make your choice in life, even if it's forever. If you sit there and don't do nothin', it makes you worse than any bad guy or good guy that anyone ever done come up with. I guess I just don't like when people's indecisive. Maybe I'll put a little pressure on ol' Jaras. He's good fer a lark."
And he's gone just like that...stepping out in that space-step move he uses.
Lucifer smirked as he looked at the air where not even a second ago that grin had been. "Well, looks like Jaras might be in for it." he chuckled, and went back to thinking about other things.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 9:21 am
Sariel walked through the gardens slowly…gazing down at the flowers that grow here. Her visage unreadable at the moment...there is neither anger nor joy in her face. As a wind blows gently about her, and the petals of many flowers flow away from their stems, it formed a cloud of silken plant matter all about her person. Reaching out, Sariel allowed a single blossom to land on the tip of her finger...she contemplated it mildly, before letting it blow away. "This place no longer gives me any joy..." She murmured this to herself as she listened to the wind. In the distance, she could hear the heavenly choir...but she knew their songs are waning. Humanity had lost its faith, the choir was slowly weakening, and the Dark Prince was gaining power and followers. Sariel sighed…and dropped down, her back into the flowers, letting her six wings spread out. The eternal sky is all that greets her eyes. One of the few things that still gave her any peace.
Sariel mused. It seemed she'd fallen asleep in the gardens. She chuckled and raised from where she was laying down, and headed toward the only other place that she ever enjoys being in. There was a brief rush of air, then she simply disappeared...using the space between dimensions to transport herself to the Command Centre, the Centre of the war effort.
Sariel formed in a simple burst of energy, though a small one... just enough to disturb the air particles around her without disturbing anything else. This place… she remembers it well. It was built ages ago, and it's where all the battle angels came. A low chuckle passes her lips as she runs her gauntleted hand along the walls, thinking back on all the battles she has been through, both with mortal and immortal enemies. "It won't stop until the greatest level of bloodshed occurs. Ha, I can't wait, for that time to come. It will be then we see that perhaps... hmmm" She said little more, but held one hand out, upon it forms a small crystal. This is the crystal she had been using to send information to her true superior. By itself it just looked like a small bauble. She placed it in the necklace she usually wears it in, and laced it about her neck. Following that, she melded her armour away from her body, appearing in a simple black dress. She's probably one of the only angels that wears black all the time... at least in Heaven. Sariel activated the crystal, and it began to watch everything before her, as it usually does… the training that the young angels are doing... the layout of the Centre... and so forth.
Sariel walked, bit by bit, through the command Centre, her gemstone silently and efficiently recording the goings on. She gave brief nods to those of equal rank that acknowledged her, and just glares at the young angels that decided to speak to her or look at her. Just one of Sariel's evil looks could probably curdle milk or freeze water, so the younglings are typically quick to look away after gazing at her, should she notice them.
She transmits what emotions other than irritation she can between dimensions to her contact, but it's difficult that far. She needed to head to Earth. While not on assignment, she could travel there in a human form. She just needs to remember not to do anything too violent or she might get noticed. She walked the halls and rooms slowly, her map becoming mostly complete.
Sariel stepped into the storage areas... the last bit of the centre she had to map, and took note of the inventory. The training areas, the documents room, the storage, weapons depository, everything except obviously, Eleanor's room. She wouldn't set foot in that place. It felt too pure for her. Sariel narrowed her eyes, with her face twisted into a disgusted look. Bah, best not to think about her fellow commander. The gemstone powers dawn once she's doing, going through things. To anyone else it would just seem as if she was doing an inventory, which suits her fine. She removed the necklace, and pockets the stone which she removed from the accessory.
It's nearly time. Sariel smirked, and spinned on her metal booted heel, walking swiftly through the halls, the skirt that is part of her armour fluttered behind her, she kept a good pace. She must hurry, people are expecting her report, and it certainly isn't Gabriel and his groupies.
On her way back from Mt Karza, Sangua thought about the talk she just had with Jaras. He seemed somewhat tired and exhausted his strength was a bit diminished but she admired him now more and admired his determination and his good will. Now she had to tell Eleonor and give her details about her husband "Maybe knowing that Jaras still thinks a lot about her and their son will give her some more courage will give her a reason why to fight" thought Sangua "Besides it would be an opportunity to have a talk with her and see what's our next move" she said. Speedily Sangua spread her wings and flew towards Eleonor's house. The wind felt great on Sangua's hair as her wings spread gracefully forwards. She had forgotten the sensation of air rushing onto her face and gently embracing her body. Finally she arrived at Eleonor's house. The day was silent as she walked in, glad that she could give her commander some new hope, but as she was walking gently through the halls Sangua saw Sariel coming swiftly towards her. Her eyes were cold and somehow Sariel reminded her of her once rebellious character. Sangua was confused and she didn't know whether to salute her or else let her go in what seemed to be an urgent business.
Sariel stoped as she saw Sangua and the dark haired angel gazed at the new arrival. There's a tense, uncomfortable moment of silence, those cold, hateful eyes scanning the other angel. Surprisingly though, after this appraisal of sorts, Sariel addressed Sangua, "It seems you've returned to the land of the Angels. Good. I'm sure the others were most pleased by that occurrence, especially the commanders heralding the war effort. You'll forgive me if I don't talk more, but I'm not the social sort, and I really have things to do. Still. A storm is brewing in the land below. I doubt anyone will be able to avoid the lightning this time. Even those who don't know and can't decide what they want. You've just returned and it will probably be an unavoidable skirmish, so do yourself a favours, pretty, and don't die too early in the game, hmm?" Inwardly she finishes that sentence in her thoughts alone...unheard..."Because if you do, then I won't be able to finish you and all your little friends off myself.." And with that line of thought kept to herself, Sariel continued walking, until she was out of the door. How strange. Sariel rarely talked to anyone more than to tell them to go away or to report, and her words seemed rather ominous. Like she knew something was coming, and coming soon. It might be enough to give one a sense of foreboding, but then again, Sariel has had that sense about her for a long time. It's probably nothing, but still, being around the woman's enough to make anyone feel suitably shaken up.
Sariel's words stuck Sangua from deep within her heart, their coldness was sharper than anything else she knew and even though she saw wisdom in them she still felt like they were false and weren't meant from the heart. Sangua lowered her head and closed her eyes letting a subtle smile appear on her cherry red lips as she saw Sariel went swiftly away " If you think I can be easily killed then I think you're wrong, I learned a lot from evil himself, in his thoughts I learned with him and I've became to know him." she whispered " I’ve already won my battle my dear Sariel, I’ve already conquered my win, and I've already defeated the demons of my head. Lucifer had no effect on me when he was alive in my head, imagine what effect could he have now?" She stood like that for a moment still thinking and then urged herself inside the house.
Once Sariel is out of the door, she phases to the Pearl Gates, and heads out. She jump-warped from the Heavenly Dimension, into the earthen sky, but she never reaches Earth. Once she's out of the main dimension of Heaven, away from the eyes of Angels, she unsheathes Veil Dumah, and cuts a hole in the fabric of space ahead of her, to another realm. She's going into the burning darkness, and the gate closes behind her once she falls through it.
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