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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Oct 17, 2018 0:20:53 GMT -5
Here we are! Sorry it took so long; I was having internet issues. xP
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. Cecily Williams is an ordinary human—or so she's always believed. Until the day a demon attacks and she is saved by a beautiful boy with wings. Turns out, Cecily isn’t normal at all. She'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 Cecily’s new Guardian is Ren, and he’s already breaking the rules—again.
It soon becomes clear that Cecily is no ordinary Descendent. She can access the power in her blood—a feat that should be impossible. But mere access to raw power is not enough to protect her. Ren has to do his job and find a way to protect his charge, both from the demons who seek her—and from the power in her blood that threatens to consume her. To make matters worse, by breaking the rules and revealing himself to Cecily, 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
Cecily Williams | 19 | sexuality | human description personality
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 17, 2018 8:30:55 GMT -5
It’s alright! So how should we start? :3
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 17, 2018 11:01:30 GMT -5
I’d be fine with that! But do you want to go over things before we start or just dive in? Would you rather I present my character or maybe just describe her as we RP?
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 17, 2018 22:52:18 GMT -5
Just setting things up and explaining as we go is fine with me ^^
That also goes for my character as well! I’ll describe her as we go~ But basically her name is Cecily Williams and she’s 19 years old ^^
Also, I’m so sorry I haven’t been that active today! I had sort of a rough day, but I’m usually pretty active!
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 18, 2018 10:00:24 GMT -5
I don’t mind either way really, but perhaps you could start, since it’s your plot and I’m sure there was a certain way you envisioned it? c:
Thanks! ^^
I really appreciate it! Yes, we all have those days~
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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 18, 2018 12:53:00 GMT -5
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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 18, 2018 13:30:26 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 she survived two decades without a Guardian?”
“She hasn’t,” Michael replied.
Ren’s brow furrowed, and then his eyes widened. “Her 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 she been alone?”
“Not long,” Michael replied. “The death of her 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 she should not be left alone much longer,” Michael went on. “You will descend immediately, and you will protect this girl.”
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 her blood is strong. Many demons have been attracted by her over the years, many more than usual. It was a horde of demons that managed to defeat her 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 girl 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—Cecily Williams—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 girl go about her daily life between demon killings, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what was so special about her. She was a Descendant for sure, but either her angelic parent had been hella powerful… or some angel broke the rules a couple generations ago and Cecily 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 Cecily. 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 Cecily… 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 Cecily.
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 18, 2018 23:17:49 GMT -5
Extraordinary and special are words that Cecily would never think to associate with herself. In fact, she had always thought of herself as normal and even boring at times. She played by the rules. Her days consisted of going to college classes, coffee shops to study, the park to jog or read or skateboard, or painting in solitude in her apartment. She didn't go to parties like her friends to drink and dance the night away. She didn't go on spur-of-the-moment road trips across the country. To Cecily, she was a goody-two-shoes. She wasn't exciting. But that was okay. Cecily liked to spend her time being creative instead of getting high off of adrenaline and substances.
Cecily always tried to convince herself that it was okay she wasn't interesting like most of her peers. It was alright to not be into parties and perhaps just massive socialization in general. Sometimes when she got up in the morning and looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if the occasional loneliness she felt and her love of doing her own thing and projects would ever find a compromise.
She wondered that now as she gazed into the small mirror sitting atop her desk, brushing a comb through her dark brown, nearly black hair that fell over her shoulders in loose waves down to the center of her spine. Her deep, stormy blue eyes gazed back at her, and she sighed softly as she laid the comb down and rubbed a pale hand over the freckles splashed above her cheekbones, wondering if she should even bother with makeup today. Mascara. She'd settle with only mascara today.
Throwing a fuzzy gray cardigan over a white t-shirt, Cecily grabbed her skateboard and backpack before exiting her apartment, briefly wondering whether she had time to grab some pumpkin bread at the coffee shop on the way to school. Surely she would? Her apartment was only three blocks away from the university, and the coffee shop only two. Eh, she'd make time for it. She couldn't really concentrate on anything with an empty stomach, now could she?
Smiling a bit to herself at her own reasonings, she locked the door behind her and slid her backpack on over her shoulders, dropping her board and pushing off with one foot to propel herself forward. She welcomed the cool, autumn breeze tugging at the strands of her dark hair and the material of her cardigan as she balanced herself upon the board as it glided down the pavement on the side of the street. She thought of all the times she had come to school with bloody knees and elbows the previous year, when she had just been a freshman. Seeing other kids around campus on their pennyboards and longboards had inspired her to learn to board, and after almost two years of forcing herself to ride to school everyday on her skateboard, she thought she had developed the skills to board rather well.
Cecily hums a song of Arctic Monkeys' to herself as she skates down a street full of delis and bars, organizing her plans for the day in her head. Communications test at 10:00 . . . meeting with Dr. Sattler at noon . . . the park at 3:00 to jog . . . She thought, about ready to propel herself forward again to gain more speed when she glanced to her right as she was riding past the park she usually visited, suddenly spotting a flash of moment towards the small slope going towards the pond past a family of trees.
She paused, firmly stopping her momentum with a her foot as she squinted through the trees, frowning slightly. What was that? There usually wasn't anyone at the park this early in the day. Unless maybe, it was another stray cat?
"Better not go after the ducklings," Cecily murmured to herself, pursing her lips at the image appearing in her mind. While she really needed to get going so she could grab breakfast before class . . . it wouldn't hurt to just check that nothing was after the ducklings that were currently frequenting the pond.
Cecily stepped off her skateboard and picked it up swiftly, nodding her head up to flick her bangs out of her eyes as she jogged over into the entrance of the park to head towards the alcove of trees. The sunlight was lazily pulling itself above the horizon, casting meek rays across the surface of the water into her face. Holding a hand up to shade her eyes, she stepped through the trees and began sliding down the small slope to the bank of the pond.
But even as she started down, she could already see that there was nothing down there. No cats, and not even the ducks were roosting on the banks. She was alone in the park. Maybe she was just psyching herself out? Or maybe just still a bit tired.
"Good job, Ces. Now you're definitely going to be late." She shrugged and gave a sigh, turning around to climb back up the bank. At least she was able to glimpse the pretty morning light on the water. Besides, she was usually on time anyways. She couldn't keep stressing herself out over such small things. However, Cecily couldn't help but worry.
As she was pondering whether her professor would be pissed or if she would miss anything crucial, Cecily climbed back up the small alcove of trees when she noticed something dark standing motionless amongst the scene of autumn reds and golds. She paused and glanced up, focusing her eyes on the dark figure. A man stood at the beginning of the alcove of trees, staring at her. Feeling caution rise up inside her chest like a horde of balloons, Ces took a hesitant step back.
"Um, hello?"
The man gave a slow smile, and not a pleasant or friendly one. He had shortly cropped hair and a reddish beard, dressed in a black trench coat and brown boots. He bared his teeth in a way that seemed animalistic to Cecily, and instantly she knew something was wrong. She lifted her board up in front of her as a shield just as the man lunged at her, laughing and snarling and spitting all at once.
Cecily shrieked and threw her skateboard at him, hoping to distract him momentarily as she tried to dart to his far left, but the man merely swatted the board away before lunging and grabbing her around the waist, throwing her to the dewy ground and landing on top of her.
"No! Get the hell away from me!" She cried out, fiercely swinging her elbows up towards him and kicking her legs harder than she's ever kicked, her heart feeling as if it would burst through her chest. Why was this happening? Who was this? Had he been following her? She shrieked and felt tears burning her eyes as she glared at the man and continued to thrash and wriggle beneath his grip.
The man felt wrong. Everything about this situation felt so . . . evil. He reeked of death, and Cecily had no idea why that was the first thought that entered her mind. His eyes were suddenly so, so red and he was leering down at her and his muscles and bones looked like they were bulging beneath his skin.
This couldn't be how it ended. It couldn't. Cecily wasn't ready in the slightest. She wasn't!
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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 12:08:44 GMT -5
Ren killed three more demons before he was able to return to the last place he'd seen Cecily. Two of the demons had been possessing people, and it had taken time for him to force them out so he could kill them without harming the human. Too much time. By the time he was finally able to get back to the place he'd last see his charge, she was not where she was supposed to be: on her way to school.
Ren let out a curse. He looked around, and when that awarded him no results, he closed his eyes and cast his senses out, searching for the remaining demon. He would bet anything that if he found the demon, he'd find Cecily. But this demon must have been possessing someone as well, for he sensed no demonic presence.
Opening his eyes, he muttered another fowl curse. He turned slowly in place, looking for something, anything, that would tell him where Cecily had gone—or where the demon was. He saw nothing. Felt nothing. Heard noth—
Wait. His gaze snapped to the wooded area across the street. Had he just...?
Cecily shouted again, and in an instant Ren went from standing on the sidewalk across the street to right behind the demon that had Cecily pinned to the ground. The sight pissed him off. Not just because his charge was seconds away from death, but because the demon had managed to get so close to her in the first place. The bastards were getting smarter—or maybe just desperate.
The demon was trying to feed off Cecily, to drain her of the diluted angelic power in her blood, but her struggles were fierce enough they were keeping the demon from getting into a the proper position. It wouldn't be long before it overpowered her, though, so Ren wasted no time. He lunged forward and yanked the demon off Cecily, then threw it into the nearest tree.
The demon hit hard, but it landed on its feet and lifted its head, red eyes gleaming as it looked briefly at Ren before focusing its attention back on Cecily. It took a step forward, but Ren stepped before the girl, shielding her from view.
The demon hissed. "Get out of my way, heaven ssspawn," it growled. "The girl isss minnne."
Ren smirked. "Yeah, I don't think so," he said. The demon snarled and moved to attack, but Ren was faster. Moving almost too fast to track, he closed the distance between him and the demon and slammed it into the tree with one hand at its throat. The demon let out a ear piercing screech and struggled fiercely, but Ren ignored its efforts and placed his free hand on its chest. A brilliant golden light appeared from Ren's hand and seemed to seep into the human. Instantly, the demon's struggles doubled, but it did no good. The light simply got brighter and brighter until it forced the demon from the human entirely.
The demon's true form was little more than a dark shadow. It had a mass, but it was sleek and oily, and no human would be able to touch it. The demon fled from Ren through the tree, but it didn't get far. Letting the human fall to the ground in an unconscious heap, Ren vanished from his spot in front of the tree and reappeared a second later in front of the demon. This time, a gleaming sword was held loosely in his hand.
The demon shrieked and tried to run, but Ren's arm shot out before it could, and his sword sliced through the shifting mass of the demon. With a hiss, the dark form dissolved, until it was as if it had never been.
Ren gave a satisfied smirk and flicked his sword to the side, ridding it of any demon residue. Then he returned it to the sheath strapped across his back and between his wings. He brushed a couple golden waves off his forehead and turned, his gaze landing on Cecily. It was then that he realized he was visible to her... and had been this whole time. Which was very, very against the rules.
Well, sh-it...
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 20, 2018 14:31:47 GMT -5
Maybe death would come quick. Maybe it would all be over with before she knew it. That's what people always hoped for, right? To die a quick, painless death with no sufferings. But death wasn't supposed to be simple thing. It was supposed to mean something.
So if this was Cecily's time, she'd make it mean something. She fight until her nails and teeth were gone, until there was nothing left of her on her own terms. She wouldn't let this man, this . . . thing make her another cold case that collected dust in a filing cabinet somewhere. She wouldn't.
She clenched her teeth and tightened her fingers into fists as she threw them up at the thing pinning her down, crying out when he grabbed her arms one by one and slammed them down into the grass on each side of her head, sneering down at her with hungry, hellish eyes as she jerked her body beneath him and kicked out her legs, opening her mouth to scream again when suddenly, the man was ripped away from her.
Cecily wasted no time. Breathless and feeling on the verge of a panic attack, she scrambled to her feet and was preparing herself to run when she spotted what had caused the man to get off of her. There was a guy, throwing the man into a tree with incredible force. Her stormy eyes widened. She should run, but . . . what if he needs help? And how was he so strong? As if her feet were glued to the earth beneath her, she watched with frozen awe as the guy who had ripped the man off her stepped in front of her and slammed the man once more into the tree, before a golden light suddenly started seeping from his hand into the man's chest.
What?
And then in a flash, a dark shadow slithered out of the man and darted in the other direction, but not fast enough. The guy who had helped her suddenly appeared with a sword, which he used to slice the shadow, making it dissolve in thin air. What the actual hell was happening? These things didn't usually happen. Ces had seen this sort of stuff in movies and tv shows, and they were described in books, but this stuff wasn't actually supposed to happen in real life!
Everything was over in only a few moments, but Cecily found her vision getting spotty at the corners. She raised a hand and clutched at her temple, slowing falling to her knees and bracing her other hand against the ground to hold herself up, her mind spinning and her heart stampeding beneath her rib cage. She squeezed her eyes shut and then reopened them, looking up to see the boy who had helped her sliding his sword in a sheath between . . . two wings.
She stared.
The boy looked roughly around her age, sporting blonde hair and bronze-looking eyes and wings. What was this? He looked like a sort of angel figure. How ironic. Here she was, just on the verge of dying, and a guy with wings shows up and saves her. Was she dreaming? No. Was she crazy? No. So, under all the circumstances, this must be real. Either that, or she was the latest victim of a high budgeted prank show.
Cecily swallowed and slowly go to her feet, wrapping her arms around herself, not knowing what to do with them. All the while, her eyes never left the boy, and it had seemed that he'd noticed her, for he was staring right back at her, looking rather shocked. What did she say? What did she do?
Before she could think further on the matter, her lips moved of their own accord. "T-Thanks," she said quietly, her eyes wide and fixated on him with curiosity, confusion, and even fascination. He did just save her life after all.
Swallowing again, she waited for him to speak, to do something.
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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 21, 2018 2:09:18 GMT -5
Ren opened his mouth, then snapped it closed again. He honestly wasn't sure what to do from here, what to say. 'You're welcome' was a start, but would that get him in more trouble or less? Could this situation even get worse? He'd broken rule number one of the Guardian code: don't reveal yourself to your charge. A first for him. Of all the rules he'd broken in the past, this had never been one of them.
Showing oneself to your charge as a human was one thing; sometimes, it was the best way to keep them safe. But that was in a human form, and under circumstances much less dangerous than a demon attack. Appearing before her as he was, fighting a demon, his wings visible... Yeah, that definitely not allowed.
But the more he thought about it, the less he cared. Cecily certainly seemed shocked after witnessing his display of power - not to mention the wings - but beyond that she was almost... calm. Accepting, even. Which was unusual. It had been his experience that humans tended to deny what they couldn't explain as reality and try to come up with a "logical" explanation. Made no sense to him, but that was humans for you.
So either Cecily was a believer in the supernatural, or...
"Crap," he muttered. He took a step toward her, gaze drifting over her from head to toe. "Are you in shock?" Shock sometimes allowed humans to believe something they wouldn't normally accept as real, and then the denials came after the shock had worn off.
Although... maybe it would be better if that was the case. Then he could go back to being her invisible Guardian and she could go about her life thinking this whole episode had been a crazy dream, or something. But despite knowing that that would be for the best, Ren found he didn't really want to go back to being invisible. That had always been his least favourite part of his job. Here he was, protecting humans and Descendants alike from demons, and were any of them even aware of the fact? No. It was always so disappointing to know no one would ever know of the things he did to keep humanity safe.
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 21, 2018 15:16:29 GMT -5
Even though she had been waiting for him to speak, she still felt surprise flicker through her when he heard his voice. She blinked and rubbed her arms, feeling dazed as he stepped toward her. She didn't move. Perhaps she ought to run, but he had just saved her life from whatever thing was that had attacked her. Besides, how often did you see a person with wings?
Cecily reached up to touch her cheek when he asked if she was in shock, as if she'd be able to tell from merely touching her face. She was puzzled, however, when her fingers brushed against something sticky. Drawing her hand away slowly, she saw a small smear of crimson stained her fingertips. When had she been scratched? When that thing had jumped on her?
Her stormy gaze flickered towards the man on the ground not too far from where they stood, seemingly passed out. So it hadn't really been the man who had attacked her, but something else that had been within him? The memory of the oily, slithering shadow sent shivers down her body and she looked once more at the boy before her.
"I . . . I don't think so?" She hesitated. It sounded more like a question. "What was that thing?" She choose to leave the question for what he was out for now. She still needed to process everything. She swallowed and took a step towards him, her eyes on his, wide and glimmering with fascination and confusion.
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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 21, 2018 18:30:08 GMT -5
"A demon," Ren answered automatically, wondering if he should have been so blunt with her only after the fact. Humans didn't usually react well when they learned demons existed, probably because they figured if there were demons, then there had to be hell and the devil. They were right about hell - sort of, because it wasn't anything like anyone thought - but the beliefs surrounding the devil were way off the mark.
He wasn't too sure he believed her that she wasn't in shock either, but he'd noticed the blood on her cheek and moved without thinking. One second he was standing several paces away, and then next he as right in front of her, one hand raised. He placed one finger against her cheek and willed the wound to close. As it did, he wiped the blood away and dropped his hand. "Sorry about that," he said, frowning at the blood now on his hand. "That demon shouldn't have gotten so close to you."
Ren had guarded many Descendants over the centuries, and never had any of them come into contact with a demon before today. Part of what made Ren so good at demon killing was his uncanny ability to sense them, oftentimes long before they'd even realized there was a Descendant in the area. Even those possessing humans couldn't hide from him for long. He may not have been able to sense them the way he could when they weren't inside a meat shield, but he had never failed to find one like he had today.
But what Ren hated the most about this whole situation was that he couldn't figure out how the demons had done it. Demons weren't stupid, but they weren't exactly rocket scientists either. They weren't known for thinking up strategies for getting around a Guardian to get at the Descendant, yet it had happened a least twice with Cecily in as many months. Once today, and once when the demons killed her last Guardian. Ren didn't know the details of the attack, but "a horde" of demons didn't just happen. Demons were very territorial creatures that didn't work well with others, so how had they managed to do so long enough to defeat a very hard to kill celestial being?
Ren didn't know, but he had every intention of finding out.
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 21, 2018 19:34:01 GMT -5
"A demon," Cecily echoed faintly, standing still as he pressed a finger to her cheek, feeling a fluttery trickle across the surface that somehow echoed in her bones. When he withdrew, she touched the spot where the cut had been a moment before, to find nothing but smooth, unscarred skin. She blinked and glanced at his fingers stained with her blood. "So, um, I'd wager that means you're a . . . an angel, then?" She bit her lip. What else would he be? If he spoke the truth (and why wouldn't he if he had just saved her?), then what else would that leave him as? He had wings, he had a goldenish complexion . . . and he had killed a demon. He had to be an angel. Frankly, she'd be shocked if he was anything but.
Everything was just so strange. In the matter of a few minutes, Cecily had discovered angels and demons were more than religious mythology. Perhaps she should be more skeptical, but she had read enough books and seen enough movies to recognize when things were fictional. This did not seem fictional. That thing that had attacked her had been a demon. She had smelled death coming from it, had seen the hunger and evil in its eyes. And this being had saved her.
Snapping out of her daze and accepting this rather strange turn of events, Cecily turned and began to inspect her savior closely. "You're not hurt, are you? Did it injure you?" Then she gave an awkward laugh. I'll admit, this is really weird." She gave him a sheepish smile and played with the chain of her necklace, a nervous habit.
What did you even say to an angel? What did you do? If not for the wings, he'd look like a normal, very pretty boy. She briefly wondered if this moment in time was enough to qualify as an excuse to miss her classes and be late for a test. She then decided that it most certainly was. This didn't just happen on the daily, after all. But his words brought a question to mind: Why had that demon been after her? Was it random? Were there more?
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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 21, 2018 21:11:48 GMT -5
Ren glanced up at her, one brow arched slightly. "You'd wager correctly." Any thoughts warning against telling her things she wasn't supposed to know were getting fainter with every second. At this point, he didn't see the point in lying about anything. She's been attacked by a possessed human, she'd watched him kill a demon, and she kept casting glances at his wings as if she thought they might disappear. Or perhaps she hoped they would disappear?
So yeah, he saw no reason to go back to hiding his presence, his very existence, from her. Michael had told him to protect thig girl, and that was what he was going to do. He didn't have to be invisible to carry out his task. He should probably lose the wings, though - they were a little conspicuous.
Her questions brought his attention back to her, and put a smirk on his face. "No, it didn't. Neither did any of its buddies. I haven't let a demon lay a hand on me in over a century." And what a fight that had been. It was one of the best learning curves of his existence, and it was the one time he'd come close to death. The experience hadn't left any physical scars - once he returned to Heaven, he'd been healed completely - but it had still left a permanent mark on him, one he had no interest adding to.
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 21, 2018 21:57:44 GMT -5
Century? It made sense, she supposed. Still, it was rather strange to be looking at someone who looked around her age with the knowledge that he was at least older than a century. But something else he had said had caught her attention and sent her pulse flying. "You mean there was more of them? There are more of them?" She exclaimed, taking a curl of dark hair in her hand to anxiously smooth between her fingers, to give them something to do.
So there were more of those horrid things running loose in the city, in the world? Her blood chilled at the thought. She hoped there were more beings like him around then, to help people and make sure the demons didn't hurt anyone. "What do they want exactly? Just to wreck havoc?" She shifted on her feet nervously. "There are more of you then, right? To fight them?" She was asking too many questions, and yet not enough. She wanted to know everything now.
Cecily was satisfied with her life. She felt so lucky and grateful to have so many opportunities before her, to have things that many were not able to have. However, she had always had a small inkling that something was amiss, that something was lacking or missing in some way. She couldn't exactly explain it, but something about what was happening now felt tied to that feeling she had always endured. Perhaps it was the reason she didn't freak out or feel too shocked about everything. She didn't know for sure, but she was going to find out.
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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 21, 2018 22:27:38 GMT -5
Ren waited quietly while she asked all her questions, one after another, and he took it as proof of her shock. She may not be having trouble believing this was all real, but she had just gone through a near-death experience. That had to be shocking to the system if nothing else, and it was showing in subtle ways. Hopefully it wouldn't leave any lasting damage.
After her last question, he waited another minute to make sure she didn't have anymore, and then he shot off answers. "Yes. Yes. You and others like you. Sometimes. Yes. Yes and no." Because being clear and giving details was no fun. Plus, going into detail would take long, and they didn't have time for it now. She needed to get back to her normal life for a few hours, so all that just happened could have a chance to sink in.
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 21, 2018 23:22:59 GMT -5
(By the way, I can type up a description of Cecily to add to the first post soon if you'd like! ^^ I've been meaning to do that -- I've just been busy with school lately ^^' )
Others like you? What did that even mean? Was he talking about demons going after humans in general? He wasn't being very specific, and Cecily liked details. However, realizing how many questions she had asked by his shortness in answering each one, her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Could you blame her for being so curious? She was sure anyone else would be just as eager to obtain information if an angel were standing in front of them like one was standing before her.
She cleared her throat, looking sheepish. "I see. So, what's your name anyways? I should probably introduce myself to an angel of the heavens who just saved my life, don't you think?" She quirked a small smile and glanced up at him, curiosity still burning like gray flames in her eyes. She still had loads of questions she wanted to ask him. Countless questions. But she wanted to know who he was first, since she now knew what he was.
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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 22, 2018 11:24:43 GMT -5
It's all good! You can get to it when you get to it; no rush. ^^ "No need. I know exactly who you are, Cecily Williams," Ren replied. Something behind her caught his attention, and he moved around her so he was closer to the edge of the woods, his gaze zeroing in on the source of the voices he was hearing. His head canted as he listened for a minute, and then he spun back around to face Cecily.
"It seems someone noticed you disappear into the woods," he told her. "You should go meet them before they get any closer. Don't want them seeing him." He pointed to the unconscious man at the base of the tree. He would need to return the poor Mr. Andrews to his home. Hopefully, he'd wake up believing this whole experience had been nothing but a bad dream.
Ren made his way over to the man, then bent down and scooped him up with effort. With him draped like a ragdoll over one shoulder, Ren turned to face Cecily once more. "Renegade," he told her. "My name is Renegade." He shot her a grin, and between one blink and the next, he was gone, as if he'd never been there at all.
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
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"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Oct 25, 2018 13:47:52 GMT -5
Swear I haven’t forgotten about you or ditched this or anything! I’m at a convention for work until Saturday, so I should be able to reply his weekend sometime!)
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