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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Oct 16, 2018 14:01:28 GMT -5
Here we are! Guardian Angel Ren is not your average Guardian Angel. He’s rebellious, unorthodox, and refuses to take his job seriously. He has been reassigned many times over the course of his immortal life after one too many losses of the one he is meant to protect. His superior has finally had enough, and places Ren under probation. He is given a new charge and told that if he doesn’t do his job properly and they die, no one will step in to help this time. And if Ren’s charge dies, he will be cast from the Angels and sent into purgatory—an angel’s worst fear. Elliot is an ordinary human—or so he's always believed. Until the day a demon attacks and he is saved by a beautiful boy with wings. Turns out, Elliot isn’t normal at all. He's a Descendent, a child of angels whose blood has been diluted throughout the generations, but still has incredible power within—a power than demons crave above all else. Most Descendants cannot access their power, and thus are vulnerable to the demons who hunt them. Their only defense is the Guardian sent to protect them—a Guardian they are not meant to know exists. They are not meant to know of their heritage, either. But Elliot’s new Guardian is Ren, and he’s already breaking the rules—again. It soon becomes clear that Elliot is no ordinary Descendent. He can access the power in his blood—a feat that should be impossible. But mere access to raw power is not enough to protect him. Ren has to do his job and find a way to protect his charge, both from the demons who seek him—and from the power in his blood that threatens to consume him. To make matters worse, by breaking the rules and revealing himself to Elliot, Ren has left himself vulnerable to human emotions—a mistake that may prove fatal. Renegade, “Ren” | age unknown (looks 16-22) | Pansexual | Angel Ren is a centuries old heavenly being who looks like a rebellious teenager. He could pass as a sixteen-year-old to a young man in his early twenties. He tends to look boyish with his golden hair hanging around his head in messy waves, but his tall, lean physique leads people to assume he's older. Ren isn't large, but it's clear he's fit and muscular, with broad shoulders, defined pecs and abs, and a narrow waist. The best part is, he doesn't even need to work to look perfect; as an Angel, he simply is perfect—physically, at least. But Ren isn't one to sit around idly. He may not work to keep his body in shape, but he does do things that are physically demanding. Unlike the rest of his brethren, Ren keeps his hair short, though that doesn't stop it from constantly falling into his eyes. It is thick and wavy, and a bright shade of gold interlaced with a few bronze strands that really stand out when the sun hits them just right. His eyes are a bright and captivating amber, surrounded by long, dark lashes. Ren’s wings, which he can keep visible or vanish with a thought, are large and feathered. They’re bronze in colour, and shot through with streaks of bright gold—the opposite of his hair. Each individual feather is also dipped in amber, a darker shade than that of his eyes that sometimes looks reddish in certain lights. Renegade is a willful being. He lives his life with the belief that if he can think it, he can do it. He doesn't let anyone or anything stop him, and he could care less about the opinions of others and what the laws of physics have to say about what is and isn't possible. He's beyond stubborn, with a no-quit attitude about literally everything. He's clever and witty, with a sharp tongue and a sharper temper. He possesses a confidence bordering on arrogance, his charm and charisma often draws others to him, and he uses sarcasm with the same skill and precision as if it were just another weapon in his arsenal. He is afraid of nothing. Even when he feels fear, he does not let it stop him from acting. Ren is genuine and real. He doesn’t beat around the bush or sugarcoat anything. He doesn’t try to hide who he is or how he feels. If he thinks it, he says it. If he feels it, he expresses it. If he believes in it, he fights for it. He has a protective streak a mile wide, and he isn't afraid to show it. He is brutally blunt, and he won’t tell you a lie. Ren is who is who he is, and he isn’t interested in changing for anyone. He can be rebellious and rather unorthodox, and he isn’t one to obey orders blindly. He believes that trust and respect are earned, not given, and until his has been won, he can be quite prickly and uncooperative. To those who have earned his trust and respect, however, Ren is kind, true, and loyal to a fault. With them, he can always be counted on. Dakoda_Blu Ezra| 20 | sexuality | human description personality sweetclover1
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Oct 17, 2018 11:08:49 GMT -5
Time was such an odd thing. It was endless and constant, never changing as it passed, yet it had the ability to speed up or slow down based on nothing but one's perception of it. A child could be sitting in a classroom, counting down the seconds until freedom, and each of those seconds would feel like an eternity. Or a long anticipated event could pass in the blink of an eye simply because it was so fun, no one bothered to pay any attention to the passing of time.
Ren himself was always feeling like time was speeding by or crawling along. He had been alive for centuries, but that didn't stop him from living, and that meant he was aware of every passing second. The fact that he could control time to some extent may have played a part in it too.
In that moment, Ren could feel time slipping along slowly as he waited to be summoned by the Guardian Council. It wasn't the first time he had waited in the vast hall before the elegant doors of the council chamber, and he doubted it would be his last. Each time he was summoned, it seemed to him it took longer and longer for the Council to bring him in. Was it just his imagination? Or was the Council actually making him wait longer every time for one purpose or another?
The Council certainly liked testing him, that was for sure. They were constantly testing his various skills, making sure he still had what it takes to be a Guardian Angel. Tests of strength, power, and reflexes, as well as challenges that tested his intelligence and how well he could think and plan on his feet, make snap decisions and act on them accordingly. He had passed, every single one, every single time. There's that word again, he thought. Time.
It was so inconsequential, yet so important—especially to mortals. Their time on earth was so limited, their lives so short. And Ren would know, for he'd been witness to a human's life, many times over. Very few had lived very long at all.
He sighed, his gaze drifting to the doors. And that's probably why I'm here.
As if this thought was what they had been waiting for him to realize, the chamber doors suddenly swung open on a gentle breeze. That same breeze appeared behind him and gave him a nudge on his back—his invitation to enter.
Ren took a deep breath and stepped into the chamber.
There was a flash of light as he crossed the threshold, a moment of utter silence, and then the light vanished and the quiet rustling of feathers could be heard. Ren stood before a half moon table, where seven unearthly beings sat. The sun was behind them, casting golden halos over their forms. It was a glorious effect, one Ren had seen so many times now it has lost its edge. If anything, all it did for him now was give him a headache.
“Guardian Renegade,” the archangel at the centre of the circle began. He already sounded cross, and Ren hadn't even said anything yet. “Where are your wings?”
Ren arched one dark gold brow and had to fight the urge to smirk. “That's not why I'm here, is it? Because I choose to remain in my human guise rather than my heavenly one?”
“No, it is not,” a second archangel said, shooting the first a look. Then he pinned Ren with his clear gaze. “You know exactly why you're here, Renegade.”
Ren flexed his shoulders, and he knew if he did have his wings out, they would have been rustling nervously. Which was exactly why he'd opted to attend this meeting in his human form. The less they knew about his feelings on the matter of this meeting, the better.
Ren sighed and looked away from the blinding light surrounding the seven angels. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered.
“Oh, you know,” the first archangel mocked. “You know, yet you let it happen? Again? Dammit, boy, how many lives are you—”
“Gabriel,” the second archangel said, at the same time Ren arched one brow and asked, “Boy?”
Gabriel shot Ren a glare, but heeded the command of his brother and remained silent.
Ren fought to keep a satisfied smirk from showing. He didn't do a very good job, if the narrowed gazes sent his way were any indication.
Only the archangel who'd reprimanded Gabriel remained expressionless as he gazed at Ren. The young angel—for that's what he was, compared to these beings—held his gaze steadily.
Finally, the archangel lifted his hand and waved it dismissively. Without taking his eyes off Ren, he said, “Leave us.”
Five out of six listened instantly. There was a half second of intense white light from where each angel sat, and when it vanished, so had the angel. Only Gabriel remained.
“Michael,” he started. “Tell me you aren't—”
“Gabriel,” Michael cut him off, his gaze finally leaving Ren to meet that of his brother. “We have our orders. You cannot change them.”
“No, but you can,” Gabriel hissed. “You were given the option. I don't understand why you refuse to take it. This boy—” he spat the word, with a pointed glare at Ren “—is not fit to wear the title of Guardian, and you know it.”
Michael's expression did not change despite the fury emanating from Gabriel. “Why is he not?” he asked calmly, as if he genuinely wanted to hear his brother's opinion.
Gabriel looked pleased to have the chance to sway Michael. “Fifty-six,” he said simply. “Fifty-six lives lost while under that one's protection. Fifty-six lives he failed to save. Fifty-six souls who will never ascend to heaven because he could not be bothered to keep them alive. Is that not reason enough?”
Michael did not disagree. He simply stated his own facts. “And what of the one hundred and sixty-eight people he has saved? What of the thousands of demons he's destroyed, leaving many humans, not just the one he is assigned to protect, safer? I admit, Renegade can be… unorthodox in his choices, but he is not a bad Guardian. He simply lacks focus, and he will not gain that by being cast out.”
Ren had been listening silently until then, his thoughts flashing through the faces of those one hundred and sixty-eight people he'd saved—and recoiling at the thought of the fifty-six he hadn't. He hadn't meant for them to die—he just couldn't seem to remember how fragile humans were. Never had any of his assignments died at the hands of demons, but it wasn't just demons he was supposed to protect them from. He often forgot that as well.
Michael's last words snapped him from his thoughts. “Wait,” he said, cutting off whatever Gabriel had been saying and earning a foul look for it from the archangel. “Cast out? I'm in danger of being cast out of the Guardians?” They'd threatened before, but Ren knew they had never been serious. He may have had the largest record of assignment deaths, but no Guardian was as good as he was at killing demons, and that was the real mission here, wasn't it?
Gabriel smirked, quite pleased by Ren's reaction. “Oh no, boy, you're not being cast out of the Guardians.” His expression became downright smug. “You're being cast out of Heaven… and sent to purgatory.”
Ren froze, his entire being going cold. No angel could survive purgatory, not as themselves. It did not kill them, but it left them in a state worse than death. Ren would have welcomed true death at the hands of a demon rather than face purgatory—any Guardian Angel would.
“Enough, Gabriel,” Michael said. He looked again at Ren. “You are not being cast out.” Not right now, at least, is what he didn’t say, but Ren heard the words in his voice, saw it in his eyes. “You will receive a new assignment, and you will do your job. But, Ren…” Michael’s expression shifted, just slightly, the only sign of the true severity of the situation. “This is your last chance. If you fail this mission, I will have no choice but to cast you out.”
Ren swallowed hard and looked away. He wanted to argue, reinforce his reasons for why he should be allowed to stay, success or fail, but he knew it would do no good. We have our orders. You were given the option. That’s what they had said. And the only one who could give the archangels orders was the Heavenly Father himself. Ren could argue until he turned blue in the face, it would not change their minds if the command was a direct order from God.
Ren hardened his jaw and faced Michael again. “Understood. Who is the assignment?”
Michael waved his hand and a file folder appeared in front of Ren. It hovered in the air until he grabbed it. He flipped it open, his eyes grazing over the information. His eyebrows went up at what he saw. “This is an adult,” he said. New assignments usually came in the form of a newborn child; the Guardian was meant to watch over it throughout its whole life. Ren raised his eyes to the archangels. “How has he survived two decades without a Guardian?”
“He hasn’t,” Michael replied.
Ren’s brow furrowed, and then his eyes widened. “His Guardian is dead?”
It wasn’t impossible for a Guardian to be slain while doing their duty. Demons came in all shapes and sizes, each with their own sets of weaknesses and strengths. Guardian Angels were trained in various ways for defeating each demon they may encounter, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. Usually when the Guardian died, however, their assignment quickly followed.
“How long?” Ren asked. “How long has he been alone?”
“Not long,” Michael replied. “The death of his Guardian happened just before we called you into this meeting. It is why it took us so long to be ready for you.” Ah. So that was the reason for the wait. Guess patience is not something they feel a need to test me on after all.
“But he should not be left alone much longer,” Michael went on. “You will descend immediately, and you will protect this boy.”
Ren nodded. He closed the file and went to turn for the door. Michael’s voice stopped him before he got far.
“A word of warning, Renegade. This human is not like your previous assignments. The power in his blood is strong. Many demons have been attracted by him over the years, many more than usual. It was a horde of demons that managed to defeat his previous Guardian. You were chosen for this because of your skill in demon slaying. I fear no one else has what it takes to destroy all the demons this boy seems capable of attracting.” Ren shot the archangel a startled look, then took in Gabriel’s irritated expression. Slowly, his eyes returned to Michael. “That’s the only reason I’ve been granted this chance, isn’t it? Because I’m the only one strong enough for this assignment.”
Michael said nothing, but Gabriel snorted. “Obviously,” he muttered.
Michael shot him a stern look before focusing his attention on Ren again. “Do your job, Renegade. Do it well.” He nodded, in farewell and dismissal. There was a flash of golden light, so bright Ren had to close his eyes against it. When it vanished, he opened his eyes to see he was no longer in the council chamber. He was in the descension room, looking down through the glass floor at earth, far, far below.
He looked at the cover of the file in his hand, at the name printed on it—Ezra—and sighed. As his gaze drifted once more to earth, as he dropped his human form and allowed his true one to envelop him with warmth and power, one thought cycled through his mind.
I better make this count. — — — By all the angels in Heaven, Michael had not been wrong about this human. During the first month of guarding alone Ren had killed over a hundred demons. They were all low class, easy to spot and easy enough to kill, but still. A hundred? In one month? That was a lot. Ren had been watching the guy go about his daily life between demon killings, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what was so special about Ezra. He was a Descendant for sure, but either his angelic parent had been hella powerful… or some angel broke the rules a couple generations ago and Ezra was a much fresher Descendant than usual.
Angels had been forbidden to… mingle with humans for the last three and a half centuries, so any “fresh” Descendant was the product of some angel who broke the rules. A rare occurrence for sure, for a servant of Heaven to break rules but… not impossible.
Things started to escalate three days ago when he killed an Iota demon who was after Ezra. It wasn’t particularly powerful—just vicious—but considering he’d mostly been dealing with demons R class status or lower… It was a big leap, one made even more concerning by the Epsilon demons Ren sensed now.
Demons who could possess people were dangerous indeed, because while they were inside humans, Angels couldn’t see them. Possessing a human was also like wearing a meat shield, because Guardian Angels weren’t allowed to kill the human to get to the demon; it went against their whole purpose for being on earth. They may have been assigned to one specific person, but that didn’t mean the rest were less important. To an Angel, every life mattered.
Epsilon demons were the worst for possession. Even outside a human host, they were deadly, because they never travelled alone. Ren had already found and killed one, but he knew there were more, and something told him they'd taken possession of humans already. It made it easier for them to get to Ezra… and harder for Ren to kill them. The one he'd just killed had been the distraction, while the rest of its buddies moved in on Ezra.
( Just so you know, the "two decades" bit is just Ren rounding. I'm guessing Elliot is around 20, give or take a couple years. Sorry if I'm wrong. ^^' )
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 19, 2018 0:11:54 GMT -5
(Sounds about right! Also, do you mind if I changed my character? I have one named Ezra who might fit better! Elliotts more on the prickly side, Ezra is kinda shy but pretty stubborn too. Sorry for taking so long to respond, too. )
Ezra wasn't sure what he'd done in a past life to deserve the path he'd been forced to take in this one.
Now, usually, he wasn't one to complain. He'd survived plenty, so you'd think that violence didn't take him by surprise any more, but if you thought that you were wrong. The first time he'd seen an attempted mugging he had been six years old, in a local supermarket with his mother, hiding behind her cloak as she pretended not to hear the demand for money coming from someone desperate enough to ask a clearly-poor woman with a child.
That hand't been a good idea, and he'd been snatched out from behind her, threatening her until someone came up to save the day. He didn't know who the person was, not exactly, the voice had been low and soothing, entrancing to the six year old. Before he knew it, he'd been returned to his mother, crying his eyes out while the would-be thief dashed off so he wouldn't be caught. The adult- someone who Ezra liked to call his angel- spoke to him and his mother, ensuring that they were alright before insisting that he walked them to the bus station just in case.
They were lucky that instant hadn't ended in useless violence, like so many other instances in Ezras life. At least he had his mother, though, a woman who spoke in low and soothing Catalan to him every night. She was someone who genuinely made him feel safe, every single day, up until he was ten years old and defended him once more from a couple of strangers who had been following the two of them for a few days at this point.
They attacked, and next thing Ezra knew, he was at his mothers funeral standing next to a father who clearly blamed the child for his mothers death. Things only seemed to get worse after that, too, with a father who constantly hated him to people trying to attack him in the streets. He'd even had animals chase him down, too, mostly the larger of the stray dogs and rats. Oh how Ezra hated rats.
The moment he'd been able to find a job, he did, his father expecting him to pick up the slack and pay for as much as possible in their tiny, run down one bedroom apartment in the city. Sure, he was twenty now, but felt the need to care for the man after being the reason why the love of his life lost her life long before he did. Half of the nights he still slept on the streets, feeling safer and more comfortable there than his own home, but found himself being drawn back every time out of pure guilt.
It was the reason why he'd been walking home alone at night in the first place.
He'd just gotten off of his shift at his job, beyond exhausted after five hours of being on his feet, and his hands filled with grocery bags as he counted the old brick buildings around him, trying to pass the time, knowing that he had about ten minutes left in his walk before he made it back to his fathers house. Groaning to himself, he shuffled the bags around a little bit more, wishing that he'd been allowed to get his license at least, or that a bus dropped off close enough for him to use it.
These bags were heavy for the unusually petite man, and he knew he'd have to take a break eventually, arms already tiring after twenty minutes of walking through the streets. Thank God none of this stuff is perishable. He thought to himself, a puff of air escaping him, creating steam infront of his mouth due to the rather chilly night. He clenched his fists tighter, nibbling already pale lips, trying to shake the feeling that he was being followed.
The white-blonde hair on the back of his neck was standing on end now and even as Ezra looked around to assure himself he was fine, that no one was there to hurt him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was in imminent danger. He started to walk faster, white hair falling out of an old and stretched ponytail holder he used to keep it out of his face, panic starting to seep into his eyes at the sight of three men who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
He let out a squeal of alarm when his face ran straight into a rock-solid chest, causing him to stumble back, eyes wide as he looked up at a fourth man, someone who was smirking down at the twenty year old. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Even his voice was dripping with malice. Ezra thought with a shudder, not answering the man, instead trying to dart past him, hissing in alarm when his arm was caught and he was jerked backwards.
(Ooof sorry for the meh opening, I wasn't sure how to make the demons act, so feel free to take charge with them! )
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"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Oct 19, 2018 11:29:19 GMT -5
No problem. xD And it's fine, but yeah, I can take over for ya. ;D "Where do you think you're going?" the demon who'd grabbed him hissed. He tossed the small man back into what was now the centre of a circle of demons and smirked. "We have plans for you, little boy, and fleeing is not one of them."
Another demon inched closer, eyes gleaming with barely kept restraint. "I want first taste," he hissed.
A third shoved him out of the way. "You got to be first last time. It's my turn." "No," the fourth complained. "It's—
"Enough," the first demon snapped. He grabbed the front of Ezra's shirt and yanked him close. He spun the young man around, so Ezra's back was to the demon's front, the pinned him there with an arm like an iron band across the man's chest. "Where is Balak? He should have slayed the heaven spawn and returned by now."
The other demons looked around, realizing their friend was right. There should have been five of them, not four. Balak was their leader, the strongest of them. He had killed many angels single-handedly over the centuries—one more should have been no challenge for him. So where was he?
"I'm afraid your friend... won't be joining you for dinner," a new voice spoke up, soft and lyrical compared to the hissing tones of the demons. They looked around, seeking the source of the voice, but Ren would not appear until he was ready. "You four, on the other hand... You'll soon be joining him..."
He appeared then from out of nowhere, directly behind one of the demons. "In hell," he finished with a smirk.
The demon spun with a shriek and moved to attack, but Ren was faster. He grabbed the demon's shirt and threw it up against the nearest storefront. His other hand shot out and landed on the demon's chest, and a second later a brilliant golden light flashed, seeping from Ren's hand into the human. It forced the demon out, and in an instant Ren had dropped the unconscious human and spun on the demon. A gleaming silver sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed it through the demon's true form before it could flee or attack.
Flipping the sword around in his hand, Ren turned to face the remaining demons. He smiled. "Who's next?"
His words knocked the stunned looks off the demons' faces, and with furious snarls, two of them attacked. The third, still clutching Ezra to its chest, started backing away. It had every intention of leaving its brethren to kill or be killed by Ren, and it felt no remorse or regret over that decision.
Ren saw the fleeing demon, and his eyes narrowed, but he had no choice but to deal with the two demons currently charging him first. So while the one demon made off with Ezra, Ren spun away from one attacking demon and slammed his hand into the chest of the other one. It went flying into the street, and Ren left it there to recover as he blocked a second attack from the other demon. He vanished his sword—wasn't like he could use it yet—and surged forward. His hand went around the demons throat, and he lifted it up and slammed it into the ground. This time, instead of just his hand emanating that brilliant golden light, his whole body did—just in time to make the demon charging his back jerk backward with a cry. Demons could not touch heavenly light, which was why forcing it into a human body would force the demon out.
As soon as the one on the ground was free of its meat shield, Ren's sword reappeared in his hand. As he surged to his feet, his arm shot out and sliced through the oily mass of the demon. It dissolved with a hiss, and Ren quickly spun around to face the third demon.
Only it was no longer there. The demon who had Ezra had also disappeared. Ren let out a string of fowl curses. Flicking the demon residue from his sword, he started stalking forward, heading in the direction the fleeing demon had taken Ezra.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 21, 2018 23:06:38 GMT -5
Ezra had yet to actually answer the men who seemed to delight in harassing him. He tried to jerk his hand away, a scowl lighting his typically meek features, opening his mouth to tell them to let him go before the man spoke again. We have plans for you, little boy, and fleeing is not one of them. The pale mans features went white at that and before he could try for one more escape he was tossed in the middle like he weighed nothing more than a few pounds.
The white haired man let out a squeak as he tried to regain his balance, teetering a little, throat tightening in fear as the men began to bicker, wanting to know who was getting their first taste.
I've got to get out of here. He thought, panic washing over him, eyes darting around as he looked for any kind of way out. He darted for what he was praying was some kind of opening, but the moment he'd started to move a vice like grip grabbed at his t-shirt and forced him into the mans chest. "H-hey! Let me go!" He snapped, finally finding his voice, body trembling in obvious fear as the iron tight grasp settled onto his chest.
He was officially trapped now and even as he tried to struggle he found himself unable to get out of the mans grasp, his arm firmly trapping him now, making it so the white haired man coulldn't breath. He started to lt out panicked yells, trying to be heard over the bickering of the other men, only stopping when a cool voice broke through the cacophony.
His own blood chilled at the mans words, taking a few moments to process that the owner of the voice intended to help free Ezra, with the promises that his own assailants would be joining their friend in hell. Ezra looked around fearfully, trying to place this voice, but to no avail. It was almost as if the man was speaking through an intercom... His own thoughts wandered as he frantically searched for where the person could possibly be, so distracted that he didn't see Ren, not until the flash of gleaming light took down one of the men currently holding him captive.
Ezra let out a soft gasp, trying to follow the man who was trying to save him, only able to make out golden curls and the flashes of silver that the boy was using to try and fight the men who had wanted some kind of taste of him. The white haired men was trembling quietly, easily affected by the fear that had slithered into the three remaining men, wondering if this stranger was friend or foe to Ezra.
He didn't have much time to ponder this, though, because suddenly he was lifted up by the man who had been holding him captive.
This was where Ezra seemed to finally be broken of his trance. He let out a loud, angry, shout and twisted his body as best as he could, opening his mouth and biting down as hard as he could on the flesh of the mans upper arm. He didn't let go, either, fully planning on keeping his jaw locked onto its target until he was finally realized. There was no way that he was going to just take this, that was just asking for himself to be murdered, so he bit down as harshly as he could .
All he could do was hope that the blonde haired hero would follow them, that Ezra had taken this man by surprise, and that he'd be able to outrun the man who currently held him captive.
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Oct 22, 2018 11:05:43 GMT -5
The demon let out a snarl of pain when Ezra bite him, but his grip did not loosen. Had it just been the human, they would have let go for sure, but the demon was not weakened by pain, even if it was sharper within a human meat suit than it was in its true form. The demon grabbed a handful of Ezra's hair and tried to pull him off his arm, and when that didn't work, it threw him off and into a nearby wall.
It examined its arm with a scowl. "You little pest. That hurt." He shook his hand out, then snapped forward and slammed its hands into the wall on either side of Ezra, trapping him and halting any escape attempts. "Now I'm going to make this painful for you, boy"
He took one hand off the wall and placed it one Ezra's chest. He applied pressure, pushing the young man into the wall. His hand started to heat, and a dark energy seemed to seep from him, heading for Ezra. The demon grinned triumphantly - and then disappeared as it was grabbed and tossed away.
Ren put himself between the demon, which was already rising to its feet, and Ezra. His wings flared, blocking Ezra entirely from the demon's view. "You're going to regret that," he said quietly.
The demon bared its teeth. "You do not scare me, heaven spawn."
Ren shrugged. "I don't need you to fear me. I'll be sending you back to hell regardless," he said, and lunged.
The demon moved to dodge, but he wasn't quite fast enough. Ren caught hold of its shirt and spun, throwing it against the wall. He was on it a second later, in a position very similar to the one the demon had had Ezra in: one hand braced on the wall, the other on the demon's chest. Light flared, and a moment later the dark, oily substance of the demon was pouring out of the human and fleeing into the night. Ren vanished, then reappeared in front of the demon, sword in hand. "Nope," he told it primly, before slicing his blade through the dark mass. The demon dissipated with a hiss.
Ren spun the sword around in his hand once, then returned it to the sheath strapped across his back and between his wings. He took a step forward and crouched, checking on the human who'd slumped to the ground after he'd expelled the demon. Alive and unconscious. He would wake up and be fine, if a little sore and confused. Ren rose and turned, his bright gaze landing on Ezra. He paused, head canting to one side. "You're not supposed to be able to see me," he said, though he didn't sound too concerned that he could.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 24, 2018 0:11:24 GMT -5
Ezra was surprised when the man didn't actually let him go, people usually would drop him at this point if they'd managed to get this close, but instead of startling the man it seemed to only make him angrier. His captor grabbed his long, white, strands of hair and pulled as hard as he could. Ezra stifled his own cry of pain as his hair was pulled, some tearing off from the harsh treatment, but the pain only served to make the young man more stubborn as he bit down harder. It wasn't until he was literally flung onto a wall that Ezras hold on the mans arm actually loosened and then broke.
He nearly lost his breath as his back hit the dirty walls, causing the smaller man to take a desperate and shuddering breath, too dazed to really think of making an escape while he could. The young man let out a startled cry as hands slammed against him, causing a tremor to run through his already weak body, heart stopping in fear of the promise that this would be painful.
His eyes remained wide and fearful, unable to say a word, as a hand pressed against his chest and heated up. This can't be happening. He thought in horror as he finally regained control of his arms, stumbling as he was shoved backwards, before finally trying to break away. Lifting his arms, he wrapped his hands around the hand that was against his chest, pushing away desperately as he tried to think of a way to get away from this man and the dark smoke that seemed to seep from the man.
It wasn't working, though, and the man was already preparing for his certain painful death when the same voice from before seemed to come out of nowhere. The young man opened his eyes, realizing that his assailant was no longer infront of him, having been tossed to the side by the golden haired boy from before.
The white haired man said nothing so far, though, watching with eyes as big as saucers as the two actually conversed. The golden haired boy was called a heaven spawn- and Ezra felt like the title fit him well. Even if he hadn't gotten a good few of the guy yet, the soft golden curls and the way he spoke reminded him of what he'd think an angel would be, even if he knew that he'd never meet one face to face. This was the real world, after all, and chances were the guy was in some kind of gang that had a heaven-related name.
Of course, this reasoning went out the window within a few moments, when a dark oily substance poured out of his assailant. The two had been fighting before, but Ezra was having trouble processing it all, and now suddenly there was some kind of black smoke that was left in it's place. Ezra had to shut his eyes again, though, when the stranger stuck a blade through the mass and with a hiss it was sudden;y gone. Ezra didn't know how he knew this, perhaps it was because of how the atmosphere was less tense, but he knew he was safer now.
He didn't open his eyes, though, instead keeping them shut as he leaned against the wall and prayed he'd be left alone. That didn't happen, though, instead h could hear feet shuffling and maybe turning, as if the attention was now on him. His skin tingled at the feeling of the strangers gaze and Ezra only opened his eyes a little at the question comment. You're not supposed to be able to see you. He frowned at that, but it took a few moments for him to find his voice, shaking a little as he looked up. "W-why not? Y-you're here, clear as day." He stated quietly, confused as ever.
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