Of Angels and Demons (Riku's_girl)

(This is going to be such fun! And now, for a remarkable first post, followed by a series of rather lacking ones...)

The winds blew across her hair as she clasped his hands tightly in her own. Her burdened shoulders sagged with the pain of having to let him leave her as the wheat-colored hair blew past her face. The whispery breeze echoed the question she was thinking outloud as she spoke. "Do you have to go?"

His hands wrapped around her waist, drawing her close as he cherished the last few moments he would have for a while. "You know I do...I must go for only a little call...Cenarius has need of me." The fencer tightened his hold on her, letting her know she was in his care.

"Why can I not accompany you?" she asked in a timid voice, a terrible feeling lingering in her soul. Even the sun became hidden behind the darkening clouds, a rather disliked omen to the torn angel.

"It will be easier for me if you simply wait for me here...I will not be long, and when I return, we will be together for a long time. You will be comfortable here, I'm sure. Master Kurenkento owns a comfortable house." Zorlo replied, running a hand under her chin and over her silky cheek.

Selene clung to him as if he were the only safeguard to a slipping world. "I..fear you may never return..."

"Of course I will...you can count on it. I'll never leave you...I promise I will return in a short time, just promise you'll wait for me and be here when I return." Zorlo had a gentle smile on his face, and when she looked into his deep vivid eyes, she knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he spoke the truth. Lifting her lips to his, she closed her eyes in a good-bye embrace for a few minutes.

"I won't let you go...I'll wait for you to return, Zorlo!" she called, waving his bandana as he departed from her side, slowly disappearing into the distance. She waited until she could no see him waving back to her, deciding to depart into sleep for now...

The next few days, she entertained herself with feeble attempts of things to do, such as eating, sleeping, and thinking. There was no longer any purpose in her numerous days, and each passing sunset, she would longingly gaze out of the window, hoping perhaps that would be the day in which he would return for her. Lonliness became a frequent visitor to the little abode, shadowing Selene's possible joy and causing her to be generally gloomy in her outlook on the future times...was it possible she was too dependent on Zorlo? No...she was a warrior for heaven and love.

One day that seemed particularly rainy, Selene decided to take a short flight to the nearby forest. She missed being the guardian of the forest of whispers, and felt she may regain some of her happiness if she just left for a while.

She enjoyed hearing the crisp crunch of the leaves beneath her boots, it felt so good. She inhaled the fresh pine scent of the trees, and closed her eyes, her human form seemingly misleading. her wings could not be seen at all, and she almost enjoyed it. She could be normal, and she did not have to worry about entering towns anymore. She sank against the thick trunk of a nearby maple, letting her head sink into a deep relaxing sleep. She dreamt of Zorlo...

OoC: I suck at the beginning of everything... And toward the middle... And, come to think of it, the end... 0.0

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The forest opened up in front of her and each sense had to succumb to the elements of the lively woods. Crickets and other various bugs provided a melody of noises for Celia to hear. The moisture in the air collected on her smooth forehead. A fresh forest scent penetrated her sense of smell. The light entering the pupil of the demon girl’s eyes reflected the beautiful green of the tree, creating a vivid image in Celia’s head.

The days of old haunted the young demon’s mind. Despite her loathing of the memories, she could not escape them. And while they were not quite old, they seemed to be so far away.

“Hmph… Why must I be dragged into everything? I hate that alliance, all those stupid quests, and everyone in it… Including that dumb fencer,” Upon thinking of the fencer, she remembered his idiotic attempts to befriend her. “Pathetic.”

Then she considered something… Friends. Did she really even have any? Whenever she seemed to be making one, something happened. Which only led her further into seclusion. What was the point of making friends when they would just leave her side with only an empty spot left behind? All that was left of the word “friends” was a void.

“Having friends requires emotion… Why bother with such a trivial prospect? Other than to use powers that is…To be free of emotion… That would be bliss. Not that I would know if I was every released from these chains, for how would I feel bliss…” For a moment, the demon girl felt a need to sit down, but refused to do so. She contained so many mixed emotions she could never put a label on. They tormented her.

Her head was focused intently on the ground beneath her. “Why… Why.” Celia’s hands rose to clutch her head. A sudden out burst of pain caused her to fall to her knees. It felt like her mind was ripping itself in half. As suddenly as it began, the pain ceased.

The demon girl sat on the damp ground, her arms hanging limply at her sides. “What just happened?” She said this without an ounce of curiosity, without an ounce of pain, but only with clarity. Celia lifted her head and brushed some strands of black hair from her face. Her eyes were dull and emotionless.

Trembling, she forced herself to stand, all the while wondering what she was feeling. “What?” As she thought, she realized she felt nothing. The demon girl searched for a single strand of emotion, but found none. At this, her mind simply grinded to a halt. She was unsure what to think of this even.

“Is this what I wished for?” the pools of plain red that were her eyes slowly moved from one side of the forest to the other, as though seeing everything through a new light. If she has emotion, she might have panicked, been happy, maybe even cry, but in her state, all she could do was sit there. “I know what this is… It’s one of those brief moments of freedom that get snatched away with a simple wave of a hand…”

When this thought came to mind, she was unsure whether to consider this a temporary relief or simply a taunting act. “If this is truly how I am to be, what shall become of my powers? Am I willing to sacrifice my powers so as to not feel? I… Think so.”

Her mouth remained a slit across her face as she walked forward, she would have felt content with her decision if she could feel at all. With each tentative step, her body became racked with pain. “Ugh… What… Is… THIS.”

“Celia… Why?”

“What? Who is this and why are you in my mind?” the demon girl gasped as the pressure lifted off of her body.

“Celia… You have to stop this. You don’t REALLY want to not feel, do you?”

“I DO! I do…”

“Ah, but this eagerness… You feel it, do you not?”

“I…”

“If not for emotion, would you even realize your happiness without it?”

“No..”

“Celia, don’t escape your emotions... Embrace them.” With that, the voice in her head evaporated leaving a bittersweet taste in her mouth.

“Mitchell… Must you always be right?” Celia closed her eyes for a moment and slowly opened them, their fiery shine had been restored, and the demon girl continued on. What she didn’t know was that she was not the only person in the vast forest.

(You inspired me to use my own italics. XD Good, long first post.)

Selene jolted out of her peaceful sleep to a sudden feeling of pain. She rocketed to her feet, unable to focus for a moment as her vision blurred. What was that feeling? Where did it originate from? She no longer felt anything; it was almost like the emotions were just...gone.
She got up from her resting point, walking through the forest with deep thoughts running throughout her head. Where did that come from?

Does it matter so much?

Selene paused in her walk for a just a moment, all sounds around her becoming dim as the voice whispered to her again. Why do you refuse me? Didn't you once want me?

"Yes...that long time ago...I no longer need you...so get out of my head!" Selene cried, gripping her fists against her stringy hair. "I don't need you to ruin my life!"

....No deal...you made me a truce..you told me to stay...and now you have to keep that offer. It's time for you to let me live...it's time to let me help you...

"No!" Selene shook her head desperately back and forth. "I won't let you..." The voice dimmed down as the outside world became more vivid to her, the sounds of the wildlife taking over. "It's gone...it's gone..." Selene murmured, sadly gazing into the distance. "I need Zorlo...maybe I need some help...or maybe I’m just going completely insane."

She was now nearing Celia, without noticing. Her white dress rippled in the wind, but she had no reason to pay attention to it. There was far too much going on now, and she did not know that this upcoming battle would be more important than she ever dreamed.

OoC: When you say "Good, long first post." you are referring to yours right? Yes, yes... Yours is a good long first post... Now, for a lame, short post brought to you by Cio!

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The demon girl walked through the gap between two large trees, her confidence resolute. Suddenly, the wind started up, making her long dark hair flow behind her. For a moment, her confidence wavered and her mind began to panic. Her lips parted and she spoke, not directing the words towards anyone, but rather to warn herself, "Woah... That doesn't feel good." Her body cringed and her hands went into immediate fists.

Just as abruptly as the feeling overcame her, it left. Celia's first instinct was to look for the perpetrator, but realized how foolish her speculations were. Who would ever have the ability to cause such emotional rift? Not to mention that there was no one around for hours... Or was there? Either way, the demon girl felt idiotic to even think that anyone would be there.

But once again, Celia was ignoring her intuition. She seemed to not be herself. Normally, the young demon would have felt the other presence. She would have been able to find out exactly the threat that was being posed, but something about the forest... It restricted her. It stifled her abilities. It prevented any thought from being processed thoroughly. She could not think clearly. It felt a nightmarish march through a graveyard.

She took another step, feeling dizzy and once more pain gripped her mind and she gasped, "Not again..."

"Celia. Now is the time. Release yourself from your powers."

"What?"

"Are you skilled enough to fight without what you rely most on?"

"No... I'm not!"

"It's about time you learned, for this upcoming event will help you... Or destroy you. Make your choice. I don't want to see you suffer Celia..."

"Event? What event?" the demon girl asked in vain.

"That is all for now... I'll be here for you... I'll reach out to you in your moments of need. I will help you when you call. I'll be yours forever."

His voice left, like a mysterious omen. "How can he say that when he's left me alone... All these years... Only to bring to me these thoughts... These thoughts which are not even his. My mind is playing tricks on me. First he inspires confidence in me... And now he just rips it all away... Or, was he just warning me? Warning me of what I might become... So... I must embrace my emotions... But not use them. What does this mean... What event is so cataclysmic that it requires me to do such things? Mitchell, you might as well be speaking a different language for all I understand..."

Celia walked forward, the effects the forest had on her still strong. As for what she did next, she may as well have head butted the woman that stood before her. Really, the demon girl was so off, she literally tripped over someone else's foot, landing on the moist soil, face in the dirt. "Ow... Today sucks..."

OOC: I was talking about your post, Riku's_girl! =3 it was nice and long even this time. XD

Bic: Selene was not paying the slightest bit of attention to anything going on around her, and therefore did not notice when Celia tripped over her extended foot, until she heard the exclamation. "Ow...Today sucks..."

"Oh! Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" She apologized sincerely, picked the girl up and dusting her off, somewhat of motherly instincts taking hold. "I didn't look where I was going." She continued to brush of the dirt and pebbles from the new person's face, pausing as she gave her a second look.

What that? Red eyes....a deep red. And she also had jet black hair...could it be that this was a member of her sworn enemy race, a demon? Her eyes were enchanting, like pools of mysterious stories that she could read forever. She looked somewhat young, but at the same time, she had an...emotionless stare about her. It almost seemed like a void that lacked to feel anything at all.

"Like I said...I'm very sorry..I should have been more careful..." Selene's wings spread, one on each side, to distinguish herself as an angel, though she doubted the girl would care much. "I'll just...I'll be going then, I just was thinking about something. Do forgive me, won't you...miss..." she trailed off, not noticing the girl giving her name. Perhaps that would provide a clue or two as to if she was a demon or not and the tone of voice may give her the girl's attitude.

OoC: Thanks... ^^;; Really, though... My posts are like nothing comparatively. :3

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The dazed demon looked at this new person with disdain. Despite obviously not being a human, which was made so clear by the two red wings extending from the woman's back, Celia did not feel like putting up with her. The fact that the gentleness and motherliness almost disgusted her didn't help, and she was definitely not in the mood for socializing with new people. Therefore her only response was a static, "Yeah... Whatever."

Her face, having cringed from this stranger brushing it off, simply looked upon the woman blankly and forced an acknowledging nod. Deep down, she really didn't care about this encounter. There was nothing special about it, nothing what-so-ever... At least not in the eyes of the demon girl.

"Like you said, you'd best be going, as I best be going. This forest is naught but a trap, and I'm the fly. I bid you farewell." Celia spoke straightly, but her tone was that of annoyance and impatience.

She began to walk off again, only to find her legs give in underneath her yet again. It seemed that the stranger approached to help, so before this person approached she said, "I'm fine. It's nothing." And with a wave of of her hand, she dismissed this moment of fragility and stood once more, waiting for her limbs to support her fully.

Once more she repeated, "I'm fine." Though the words felt more as a condolence for herself. "There's nothing wrong... Except this forest."

She turned to face this winged woman and said with finality and sternness, "Now, I depart. I've bothered you long enough with my weak antics, if one could go so far as to call them that."

After a few small, pathetic attempts to walk, all the while being in the presence of the motherly woman, Celia was forced to lean on the tree nearest to her, trying to hold herself up. As the demon stood there, preparing for the difficult road out of the forest, she felt completely drained. Of everything. This being only made this feeling more grave and significant.

"I must get away from her..." Celia gave her a calculating glare, her cold eyes searching every bit of her for the use of magic. "Whether it is her doing or not, my condition is only worsening."

OoC: Shortness = Anything I ever write

OOC: Changed yur name! o.o Hey can I join the PPP? I wanna be the penguin princess. ^^ lol. Nevermind, that name's taken...<< I'll think of another.

BIC: At the rather bored, lacking response, the angel almost sighed. What on earth was wrong with this girl? She obviously seemed not to be human, as evidenced by her appearance. Probably more like a demon...she went with her earlier guess. So this was what her race normally despised so much. She didn't know why. She wondered if the girl knew about this distaste and if she felt the same towards her.

She sensed the girl's annoyance through her tone, for her sensitivity remained focused on her emotions. "You do not accept help very easily, do you?" she asked.

"I'm fine..." She nearly fell, obviously weakened somehow. Selene went to help, but the girl repeated herself, even more sternly than before. "I'm fine." She tried to walk off, but she did not get very far before propping herself against a nearby pine, obviously unable to go much further.

Selene approached again, trying not to wither under the girl's cold, unfeeling gaze. "Are you sure you're alright...I have a person with a cabin not too far from here, his name is Zorlo, he may be able to assist you in recovering your strength...shall I help you there?"

OoC: Indeed I did. :3 And alright! Awesome, once you think of a name, just IM me. =D

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Upon the utterance of the name 'Zorlo', Celia's body only became more rigid, her eyes growing wide. She tried to stand upright announcing to this woman for all the young demon girl was worth, “The last thing I need right now is that thick headed fencer. If anything I'll die from annoyance. No, thank you.”

The young girl got herself to stand straight, her chest heaving up and down from the strain on her body. Mentioning the green haired man made her cringe, only worsening her condition.

“And another thing, however you've come to associate with that human, I recommend you get away while you can. Him and the whole damned alliance. Trying to change the world... bah, ridiculous. I wish they'd just left me out of it,” she spoke to the sky, expressing her anguish. Once again not feeling well enough to support herself, she left her body slide down the tree closest to her, “He only brought more pain, seeing him at a time like this is nigh unbearable.”

Celia sat there, clutching her head in her hands, staring at the forest ground beneath her. Every leaf, every ant, every speck of dust ran past her mind. It was her powers, Mitchell had been right. She need to let go... or just let herself be broken. The later made a chill run down her spine, determining that to be not much different than how she felt now. Weak, vulnerable, and wishing to escape, “I guess I just need rest... away from people like Zorlo. ”

OoC: Sorry for it being so incredibly short... I wasn't sure how to keep going. ^^;;

OOC: Not at all. Relax. You're fine. But you post too much. XP I was happy just to have reached 300...I wonder if I can make 1,000 before Zorlo makes 2,000...<< I feel unmatched. Oh well...

BIC: "Thick-headed?" Selene responded, angry at first. How dare this girl refer to Zorlo as such? He was not thick-headed...perhaps not the brightest at times, but certainly not stupid, if that's what she was inferring. "Die from annoyance? What's that supposed to mean?" The girl didn't answer, but went on, sliding down against a tree as she chewed up and spit out the fencer.

"I will never leave him if I can help it. How dare you say such things?" she responded, somewhat furious by this time. However, her condition softened ever so slightly at the sight of the girl in pain, and her admitting it, too.

"People Like Zorlo? What has he done to you? He's never harmed a person in his life..." Or so she thought. Selene wasn't sure exactly what to say to this, for she and Zorlo had never actually spoken much about personal matters like these...had he ever hurt someone? Hopefully not...

"What is your name?" The angel's tone now seemed harsh and unwilling to love, for she did not like where this conversation was going. She had a hunch, a very slight hunch. God help this girl if she were the one who had hurt Zorlo so deeply...God save her from the wrath she would know.

OoC: Shoooooooort. :3

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Being too tired to care about what she was being asked, the only question that Celia actually understood and processed was one asking her name. “I guess I could be bothered to answer, though I don't see why it could matter. I'm certainly not going to stay long enough to have a conversation with this woman.”

Would this thought still be there once she'd finished stating her name?

Still, after having coughed slightly, the demon responded, “Celia. I don't see why you care, but that is my name... I suppose the proper thing to do would be to ask you your name now, but to be frank, it really makes no difference to me seeing as I'm leaving.”

As she turned to leave, she found herself held back. The demon rolled her eyes and said, “What now? Am I offending you by not asking your name? If that is the case, please, tell me. That way I can leave.”

OoC: I felt like making Celia cough up a lung... XD

OOC: It's otay. You're sickly, little one. <3 Just get betta soon.

BIC: The angel awaited for an answer, pausing as the demon responded, the name ringing throughout her mind. Celia... She heard nothing after this, just the constant thrum of the name, images flashing in her mind. The demon girl continued to speak, but Selene didn't hear. She saw her trying to leave.

With a thrust, Selene lunged out, gripping the demon's shoulder. "What now? Am I offending you by not asking your name? If that is the case, please, tell me. That way I can leave." The demon snapped, sarcasm dripping from her tongue.

Selene hurled the demon girl into the nearest tree with a sickening crack, her entire body aglow in a white flame as she lifted a few feet into the air. "YOU! You hurt him!" she cried, her entire body bristling for battle. "Now you'll pay!" She drew her two swords, swooping in for the first attack, rage blinding her terribly and fueling her white flame, causing her to ingite even further.

She stabbed straight into the tree, just barely missing the demon girl as she rolled out of the way, her clothing ripping slightly as Selene pulled her weapons from the tree. "YOU!" She pointed the sword at the girl. "You...will...pay."

OoC: WAIT AND SHORT!? How can I resist?

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The sudden change of this woman's attitude surprised Celia to say the least. One moment, the demon girl was being talked to in a motherly tone, and the next she was being flung towards a tree. It was obvious that this didn't improve her already declining condition. Her head pounded, her heart beating a mile a minute. The demon heard words escaping this blond haired woman's mouth. Cries of payback and anger rang through the air.

Confused about this whole ordeal, the girl narrowly escaped two blades, driven into the tree which she had previously been thrown upon. “What... what's happening? No one has ever been this angered over my attitude. I doubt that is the case. I also doubt that I'm becoming infamous. The chances of that are about as likely as the chances of this going in a peaceful direction.”

She lifted her head, trying to anticipate this new opponent's next move. Not that it would make any difference, seeing as she had no strength. The only thing that could even remotely help in such a situation would be adrenaline and a hell of a lot of it.

Celia grasped her staff, leaning on it for the support she needed. It was the only thing that ever felt like a welcoming hand. But, if what the memories of Mitchell said was true, her staff would be just the opposite. “I mustn't use my powers. Even if this woman is a raving lunatic, I can't. I won't...”

Deep down, the demon knew this was unlikely, but she kept thinking this to herself. She wouldn't be swallowed, taken in, never to see light again. A question lingered as her enemy charged at her, full speed, ready to kill. The girl intervened, obviously not wanting to do this in such a condition.

“Why?” she spat out.

OOC: Enough of this lolligagging about. I'm going to make a post. And that's final. :3

BIC: Selene felt the hatred coursing through her veins. Perhaps this was what she needed, the darker side of the angel. Now she could escape, Selene knew this. However, she didn't care. Perhaps that meant an easier victory. The girl seemed nimble enough, but frail and weak. Why, Selene did not know. That made it all the easier for the angel to destroy this demonic being.

As the girl, weak as she was, dodged a second attack from the angel, Selene heard one word. "Why?"

"Why? Because you hurt him! You hurt the only one who's ever cared for me that much!" She rose into the air, slowly and viciously, like a cobra preparing to strike. "And now... You'll pay for what you did." She whirled one sword above her head and with a loud resonating clang, slammed it on top of the other one. "You'll pay. I will never rest until you are dead."

Her eyes narrowed, and her aqua eyes sparkled dangerously. "Mark my words. This day, I will kill you, and even if you escape. I'll never rest until you are dead."

OoC: You know I love it when you post, Sakume. Which is what made that "arguement" all the funnier. <3

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Celia could feel the hatred emanating from this woman. She did not question it, nor fear it. All she could do was grimace and face this fact, "Quite a loaded statement there, woman... I suppose I just made my first life long enemy... Though, at this rate, my life isn't to last much longer..."

The demon coughed, still feeling weak, the forest still draining what little energy she had left. "If I may ask, I would like to know the name of the woman who so savagely killed me."

"Selene..." the woman spat out at her.

"Very well... Selene." Another cough escaped her, Celia truly felt defeated, despite her lack of fighting. Had she felt better, perhaps it wouldn't be this way. But, the truth was, she was afraid to fight. Mitchell's words stung her. "Kill me. I truly do not care any longer, It's not like anything I've ever cared for exists any longer."

Her eyes glared, not afraid of death, but the voice came again.

They do exist, as long as you never forget them.

Celia turned, surveying, still skeptical about the voice. She turned to the angel, looking more than a bit insane, "Did you hear that?"

Don't give up. Fight. Don't use your powers, but fight.

"Get out of my head, Mitchell! I shouldn't be able to hear dead people, and it's no different with you!"

She was getting very odd looks from her opponent, but Celia didn't care. She got up, still weak.

She stumbled forward, "GET OUT!" Once more, her face met the ground. With a sigh, she repeated, "Get out... what does he expect me to do? Fist fight with an angel?"

OOC: << :3 *posts very quickly and then laughs*

BIC: Selene was about to give Celia that pleasure. However, she paused, watching Celia mumur about some voice she heard. Mitchell? She heard dead people? Selene narrowed her eyes at the weak demon. "Fist fight? If you wish." Selene delivered a roundhouse kick to Celia's neck, the flat part of her sharp heel slamming the young girl into a nearby tree, leaving a deep imprint in the bark.

So...she thinks she can defend herself against us?

Selene ignored the voice at first. "Leave me...I'll defeat her on my own."

If you're sure... If you're in danger, I'll come to help.

"Deal." Selene twirled her swords expertly. "What? Too weak to fight back? Yet you enjoy others in misery? When they only want to help? I'll give you a taste." She moved in, successfully scratching Celia's cheek, though nothing more. "Piece...by...piece. I will cut you apart." Selene was slightly surprised at herself, but she wanted to defend Zorlo under any circumstances.

OoC: Sakume can be violent. O____O All the more reason to wuv you. <3 ;]

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She was thrown about, like a mere rag doll. Celia didn't care, nor did she feel like fighting back. No matter how much her mind pestered her to do so. No matter how much her heart begged for her, she couldn't. It didn't feel like it was even within her grasp. She didn't feel like herself. She wasn't sure if she wanted to, though.

Deep down, Celia knew that if she had been feeling like herself, the pure emotions that she would be feeling would result in an outburst of magic. One that she knew her body couldn't, or simply wouldn't, handle.

She coughed a little, blood spewing out of the corners of her mouth. That was it. Nothing more could be taken. Celia felt like her old self, she took up her staff and began to speak to Selene, "Gah, I take this. I don't care if my limits get pressed. I don't care if my body gets racked so much that I simply roll over and die, but I'm sick and tired of seeing myself like this. I don't care about what you fight for. I don't care about you. I couldn't care less about life. But, as far as I'm concerned, you're in my way, and that's reason enough for me to kick your ass."

Magic flowed through her arm, coating it in milky blackness. It felt strong, and yet... so weak. Mitchell's warning rang through her mind. She shook it off, shaking her head slightly.

Quickly, she shifted the staff to her other hand, the magic flaring between the two arms. A sharp pain shoot through her head, making her cringe. The reason behind the pain was unknown, but Celia didn't care. She remembered Mitchell's warning once again.

The demon sneered at her weakness. Am I really that feeble? Do I really give in that quickly? I really have been deceiving myself. These thought coursed through her, not feeling exactly like herself. It felt more... sinister. It felt like she truly wanted to be rid of herself. But, her first order of business was the angel that stood before her.

She formed the magic, the darkness swirling freely. The control over it was minimal at best, seeing as Celia's emotions were going haywire with no signs of stopping. It formed into a bat, loosely woven together.

Her eyes narrowed, every feeling of loathing in her forming into this glare, “It's time to stop playing games. I'm sick of you. I'm sick of myself. This battle may fix both of these ailments.”

OoC: EDIT: OMG 2nd PAGE! *HUGGLETACKLES*

OoC: Darn you! Stealing the second page! And freakin stop changin your sig so much! X3

BIC: "Then come at me!" Selene spat, her eyes sparkling in an electric hatred. "You should be sick of yourself. You deserve to die! A justice I will soon carry out." Though she watched the magic out of the corner of her eye, she also took note of a thick area of fog coming into the area.

Smiling, Selene rocketed up through the misty shield, circling silently above the girl. She ducked swiftly as a blast of dark magic shot through the fog, directly at her. Partially, it hurt her right wing. She winced, but continued to flap, moving to dodge every few blasts that came at her.

This girl is strong. Perhaps not so physically, but somehow. Something happened to her, I can feel it. She is close to the edge of suicidal.

However, that may work to our advantage, won't it? Do you not care for that fencer?

Of course I care! Selene bitterly raged the battle within herself while trying to cope with the one she had forged.

Then you certainly have an odd way of showing it. Release me. Release me and let me help you defeat her.

Get out of my head!

Selene zipped past another attack and swooped down to stop inches from the girl's face. "Go to Hell." Her more sinister, angry voice came as her hands became thickly soaked in the white flame, grabbing ahold of the girl and staring into her soul.

OoC: ......If someone ever did anything like that to me? I'd just squeak pitifully until they let me go. :3

OoC: Nevah! My sig is like a chameleon, always changing... << >>

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Celia could feel the woman bear down on her. The angel's hands clutched around her arms, gripping them tightly.

Yet, as much as Selene's nails digging into her skin bothered her, the sharp pain in her head was worse. It seemed much worse than before and, whenever she felt it, she would remember Mitchell's words. Whenever she felt it, her magic would wane. Whenever she felt it, she felt like crying.

A single tear streamed down the demon's cheek as her face hung low. The fiery glow from Selene's hands kept strong, but the light effected her. It seemed her soul reacted as black flames engulfed Celia's entire body. They eclipsed the white of the angel's fire, but they also completely covered the demon, cocooning her.

Every moment spent in this magic prison racked her brain with more pain. The girl could feel Selene's tug, trying to get away from the darkness as it slowly continued to absorb her hands, and, yet, she couldn't see her physical form.

My senses... they're completely obscured by this darkness. How did this come to be? She could feel her body tremble, not being able to see herself shake violently. Her brain wouldn't rest. The interferences from outside felt hazy and undefined in her mind. For a moment, she didn't know anything except that small niche. Then, the thought that had been haunting her for a while came to her. Mitchell... is the extent of my magic really capable of such a travesty?

Celia could do nothing but stand there, watching as the world around her was swallowed in her own darkness. The darkness which grew and grew, an end very much not in sight. That is, until Selene stirred, obviously not caring much for being sucked into inky blackness.

At this point, the demon almost wanted the angel to prevail and just be done with it. Please, Selene, just take down this darkness... my magic has gone beyond haywire. I should have just listened to Mitchell and not used it...

But, the Selene that fought against the darkness didn't seem like the same righteous one that wanted to kill her for love. This one emitted feelings of loneliness. The desperation for freedom overpowered every thought Celia wished to have. This wasn't the angel. Or rather, it was the angel, just not... the same.

She emanates darkness... what is she?

OoC: Whee.

OoC: <<;; ZU... Is catching up with my life. I don't know if that's a good thing... *may be taking a break from the site soon*

BiC: Selene slightly moved back at the sight of the black flames, but them smiled. "You think those will stop me, demon? Is that what you think?" Sweet and surupy as honey, her voice drizzled with a false likeableness. She turned about as the black void of Celia's power enveloped the two. The appearance of her white clothing shifted to a meaningless black, strings of lace filling her hair in a tiara decoration.

Her large red feathery wings spread themselves and a rather coy smile reached her dark crimson lips. "You are dark. I like you." The voice whispered, obviously not the same angel that had attacked to begin with.

"I think you are foolish to challenge such powerful emotions when you can hardly control your own." Dark Selene whispered, the flame flickering to a black color instead of the white. "I also happen to know that this darkness you use doesn't affect me in any way whatsoever. So don't believe such an insignificant demon like yourself could defeat me so easily. The anger of Selene let me out of my prison, now you have no chance to stop me, you foolish warrior."

Her sorrowful eyes stared at Celia, uncompassionate and uncaring. "Fight me. I want to see your talents. I don't want to kill you, unlike Selene. I want to see your darkness in action. So show me!" She cried, pinning Celia down, her sword now forged from the two short weapons Selene herself owned. This sword looked much more threatening, ready to kill without a moment's hesitation. Dark Selene slid a corner across the girl's neck, drawing a steady trickle of blood. "Show me."

OoC: ><;; I couldn't think of anything. Sorry, but I tried.

OoC: *huggles* :]

BiC:

The demon could feel the warm crimson liquid travel down her neck, the smell of it penetrating her nostrils. Even though it could qualify as an injury, Celia knew that this was more of a threat for what was to come. I guess there's nothing left to do but... show her. She was almost pleased at this outcome, her thirst to use magic was no where near quenched.

Yet, even though she wanted to use it so direly, with each time she called for the darkness to come forth, with each time she called upon her emotions to form themselves, her mind was wracked. Her head ached fiercely, unable to have a rational thought. That's why she knew. That's the only reason why she knew.

Knew what? To not trust herself, no matter what compelled her to think any rash thought. Even if her life was on the line, her current thinking left so much to desired that it was safe to assume every thought would lead to failure. The girl shook her head slightly and brushed her opponent off. What am I doing? was what went through her brain, but her words came out as, “Very well, I'll show you the extent of my dark powers.”

With every ounce of her body, she willed to merely slam her head against something, to be rid of her stupidity. But, it wasn't quite stupidity. She wasn't sure what to call it, other than extremely bad. Her body moved, as if on it's own. Her mind did nothing but sit back and watch as the battle would unfold. Her spirit and emotions flailed, in between it all. The demon could understand none of them, as if she was looking at herself from afar.

She watched intently as her arm rose high into the air, staff in hand. She merely felt the emotions form outside of her body, her soul, and into the familiar she knew as a bat. This time, it still wasn't normal. She would have been grateful that it wasn't completely haywire, as it was before, had it not been what it was.

It was indeed a bat, but this bat was sleek, not elegant, just pure raw emotion formed into a sleek, long, and exceptionally sharp bat. And, unlike before, where it at least had some tinge of purple or burgundy, this was nothing of the sorts. It was black. Pure, and utter black. To stare into it was to stare into the face of darkness itself.

Yet, all the while, Celia was not herself. She didn't want to be herself. She continually looked on as this monstrosity that she created swifted its eyes to Selene. Yes, it shifted. This one had thought. A thought pattern that could be deadly. It's mouth opened, releasing an ear piercing scream. But, no pain came to the demon. This was the scream of agony that she was feeling. This bat is my thoughts, my actions, my hatred... I want this bat to tear that angel limb from limb. Teach her a thing or two about protecting those which you love...

In that moment, an image of Mitchell flashed through her mind, making her eyes shut tight to make the memories go away. His last moments, struggling, gasping for breath. His grasp, his touch, his life... they were all so precious to her. This woman, Selene, truly wanted to protect the person she cares about.

I won't allow that. The person who I cared most about was taken right from my fingers! Why should others be exempt from the pain I feel! Her eyes snapped open with rage and she swung her arm, the bat mimicking it and lunging forward. “Die angel.”