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Post by Uri Emerebus on Jan 16, 2007 21:25:46 GMT
A figure stood at the edge of the beach where the water met the sand. Cold waves lapped at his feet and reminded him of the cold hands of death. He shivered, red eyes staring out over the setting sun. He was holding himself as if holding off a chill but that wasn't what he was doing. "It's wrong..." He muttered to himself. "Wrong. Sin. Bad. You won't do it." This being was Uri. Half angel, half demon.
Even though his eyes were wide open, they didn't see the colourful sunset, as festive as a carnival. No, they were seeing a pure white bathroom stained with red. The red seemed to scream against the hospital white of the rest of the room. He wanted to taste that blood sooo badly. It's coppery salt-like taste on his lips, on his tongue, coating his thoart. He wanted it.
Uri's other half shivered and moaned softly. "No, no, no...It's wrong and bad...A sin. A sin!" He cried, bringing his hands to his head. One held his head and the other dropped down to the silver cross he was wearing and the mutt started to mutter. "Father...who are in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. Amen. "
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Jan 16, 2007 21:49:50 GMT
Michael stood quietly a few feet away, leather trench coat folded over his arms a serene look on his face. He was sure the man standing near the shore couldn't see him, only other angels could and judging from the way he was rambling on about sin it was more likely that he was an over-zelous religious type. The type that made Michael uncomfortable. He sighed a little as a light breeze tugged at his hair and clothes, irritating him slightly. Pushing his black hair away from his face, he gingerly took a few steps towards the shoreline and to where the man stood.
He paused once again and pushed his slightly curly hair behind his ears and eyed the man with brown eyes full of suspicion. He didn't like him one bit and despite the whole part about him being disgraced, Michael was a very good judge of character.
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Jan 16, 2007 22:08:56 GMT
After finishing his prayer, his eyes swirled slowly into a dark purple, balanced for the time being. He sighed a faint breath of relief and looked out to the sun set. He fiddled his his cross and gave a weak chuckle. Uri had managed to not kill anyone, luckily for him, or anyone else that might have stumbled into his path during one of his 'weak' moments. You never knew, he could crack underneath someone like thin ice, you usually never saw it coming.
Uri turned to walk away and bumped into someone. His demon flaired again, eyes swirling back to they're pervious red. "Why hello there...Pardon me, I didn't see you there..." He spoke smoothly and clearly with a devious smile on his lips. He had grabbed onto the angel's arms when Uri had bumped into him. He slowly trailed his hands down the angel's arms before completely releashing him. "Aren't you just B-E-Autiful?" He questioned. "I could just eat you up."
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Jan 16, 2007 22:20:01 GMT
Shifting a little in the sand, Michael moved his wings a little to try and stop them becoming uncomfortable just as they did when he kept them bound for so long. Normally Michael kept his wings bound to his chest and back so to keep them hidden. If truth was told, he was a little ashamed of his wings. They were worn and slightly dirty as a mark of disgrace. They would only return to their pristine state when he had managed to redeem himself.
He stepped back sharply with slight alarm as Uri approached him and made it clear that he could see him. It was all he could do to keep from uttering a sound of alarm. Michael looked up at him distastefully and cringed as he grabbed his arms. This man made his skin crawl with that horrible air around him,
"Well I'd r-r-rather you didn't" he stammered
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Jan 16, 2007 22:31:35 GMT
An eeire smile graced Uri's lips. "Well, not exactly literally, dear-boy...I wouldn't eat you..." He trailed off, seeming to listen to something that wasn't there. It was screaming. Screaming and blood. Perfect white walls, scrubbed hospital clean being splattered with perfectly crimson blood. He laughed softly. "It would be fun..." He drawled, taking a step closer. His other half was trying to gain control again, this was going to get bad.
"Watch yourself..." The angel side warned softly before the demon over took him again. Uri shook his head, knocking the blonde hair into his face. "I might get a little violent, especially with someone as good looking as you...you're just so..." He smirked for a moment, searching for the word. "Angelic." Was the word he settled for. He definately got angelic vibes...but something was off. He wanted to taint this seemingly innocent being in front of him. He smirked and gave a faint chuckle, hand closing over Michael's shoulder. "I'll make it fun."
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Jan 23, 2007 21:02:15 GMT
Michael held his breath as Uri got all to close to him, automatically taking a step back as he did so. The sand shifted underneath his combat boots, restricting his ability to move when it came down to it. In Heaven he would have been fine, there he could walk through walls, fall through floors and the likes just because he was the son of an Archangel. Unfortunately he'd lost a little of these powers since his disgrace and now he didn't dare to use them. He didn't want a repeat of the incident of where he'd gotten stuck halfway through a concrete block. It had boring not to mention painful. Taking a deep breath and flooding his lungs with air and more than a little defiance, Michael stepped back, pushed his jet black hair out of his face and glared at Uri,
"Fun, I doubt it." he sneered, pretended to be a bit braver than he actually was. He wasn't exactly the best fighter or best spell caster, though he could fight like fury if he really needed to.
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Jan 23, 2007 21:12:55 GMT
A shudder passed through Uri's frame, and he turned quickly away from the boy (angel). He was shaking badly. "Oh God, Oh God..." He muttered, trembling like a cat caught in a thunderstorm. "Please forgive me...I was weak..weak.." His eyes at this point had swirled back into the palest of blue. "And lead us not into temptation..." He muttered, looking over his shoulder at Michael. "I am So sorry..." He whispered, brining his hands to run them through his hair.
Uri could feel tears welling in his eyes, treatening to pour down his cheeks. He bit his lip for a long moment and turned back to the boy. "Can you ever forgive me?" He asked softly, looking down at the ground. He pushed his glasses (ones he didn't need, but wore for the sake of looking human.) The half breed reached out and grabbed the angel's shirt in his shaking hand. "I didn't mean any of it...it was a moment of weakness..." He groveled.
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Jan 30, 2007 19:21:16 GMT
Michael stepped back, horrified at the 1/2 demon, 1/2 angel's sudden change in personality. He wasn't usually the kind of person to deal with that, afterall, both his brother, sister and father seemed to have no emotion whatsoever. They were cold to the world despite being so called angels. They didn't feel at all and Michael felt too violently.
"God's not listening dude. He has other things to worry about." he sighed and rolled his eyes. He'd met religious nuts before and all were the same.
He pushed Uri back as he grabbed his shirt back, afraid he would pull away the rope that lay underneath it to bind his wings to his back,
"Don't touch me." he growled
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Feb 1, 2007 16:50:34 GMT
Uri stumbled back, landing in the sand that at that moment seemed harder than usual. He sniffled softly, brushing his hair out of his face and trying to compose himself. It was in a constant state of unbalance, which naturally meant emotional imbalance as well. He sighed softly. "Does it really matter if he's listening?" He questioned softly, "It's the thought that counts." He muttered quietly, not looking up at the other. Oh yeah, and what would you know? A voice, darkly and brooding asked. It's not like you've ever been to heaven or anything. Not like you've ever met God. Probably doesn't even exist.
Uri seemed to lose any happiness he had, his shoulders hunched forwards and he sighed. "And what does it matter? I'm going to hell anyway...Committed too much Sin..." Not to mention, hardly repented for any of it. He gave another shuddering breath, still trying to mostly compose himself. "I'm Uri...It's not quite a pleasure to meet you, I've been a complete beast."
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Feb 2, 2007 18:18:45 GMT
Michael raised an eyebrow and tucked his black hair behind his ear before folding his arms. Such an obvious defensive guesture although at the moment defense was seemingly more important than creating a bad impression. He pulled at the ends of his hair absent-mindedly, silently cursing the fact that it would never stay straight for more than ten minutes at a time. One one hand it annoyed him, it was constantly in his face and never seemed to sit right but on the other hand he was rather proud of it. It set differences between himself and his brother Derick. Derick had elbow length, poker straight, platinum blonde hair that seemed to simply sit there in a white sheet. Michaels however was unbleivably curly at the best of times and was jet black, something he found rather wonderful. It set him apart from his race at most.
"Maybe not." he shrugged haughtily and looked away for a moment as something painfully began to creep into his mind.
As an angel and a telepathic one at that, thoughts jumped out at him like radio waves and it was impossible for him to block them out. For a while he had thought he was crazy and hearing all sorts of voices. That was until his brother laughed and finally decided to inform him of the family trait.
He frowned and rubbed his temples as the unpleasant doubt shoved its way in without allowing him a decision. It had to be coming from Uri, there was no one else around. It had to be.
[white]"Oh yeah, and what would you know? It's not like you've ever been to heaven or anything. Not like you've ever met God. Probably doesn't even exist.[/white]
A pang of pride and annoyance stabbed Michael and he raised an eyebrow,
"I know more than you think" he snapped back
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Feb 4, 2007 1:19:11 GMT
The mutt looked up at the other. "No need to snap." He said, putting emphasis on the 'p'. He sounded like a sullen child, his lips were set into a pout. "I never said you didn't know nothing." He muttered darkly, eyes darkening in blue, threating to spill back into red. Uri eyed the other cautiously as he lifted a hand and fiddled with the frames of his glasses. "Never said anything of the sort." In his mind, the bloody bathroom flickered into existance for a moment before flickering out again like a flauty lightbulb.
Uri stood, still watching the boy cautiously. He had never been one to trust others, hell, he couldn't even trust himself. When a hot tramp walked by on a street, he was never sure if he'd try to rape her...kill her...or even use her blood as paint. He was his own worst enemy and because of that I can't trust anyone, and least of all, myself. He finished in his head. "And you are?" He questioned softly, flicking his long hair over his shoulder easily. "Didn't catch your name..."
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Feb 9, 2007 22:16:06 GMT
Michael glared back at Uri, dark eyes showing a flicker of anger and indignance. It was the very same quality that had led to his disrgace and suspension from heaven. He allowed things to bother him too easily and it seemed as though he had a inferiority complex. Always having to prove himself. It stemmed from growing up in close proximity to his brother. Dereck was revered in Heaven, the perfect boy, the image of his father and many took jealousy or want for attention as the reason for Michael's rebellion though it was far from it.
"You didn't have to." he muttered under his breath, knowing that it wasn't worth his while sharing his ability with a human, if that's what Uri was. Afterall, in this city, anything could have been possible.
Looking out to the horizon he sighed and studied the setting sun. He'd come here to rest and be quiet with his thoughts. Instead he'd got a religious zealot who was bordering on insanity. Just his luck. He looked back at Uri as he spoke again asking his name. Michael hesitated, to give his name could lead him into difficulties. He didn't know who he was speaking to after all.
"Michael. Just Michael." he nodded.
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Feb 12, 2007 0:08:27 GMT
"Just Michael, huh?" He asked with a little smile. He chuckled weakly. Uri looked out over the water, letting his mind calm down for awhile before speaking again. He was afaird of losing control. A lot of people thought he was crazy, even Michael thought so...but it wasn't really the case, just happened to be a bad mix of genes. If he stupid father had been able to keep it in his pants...well, then, he might have been a pure-blood angel like the boy in front of him. "Not a very good judge of blood, are you Michael?" He asked softly. He was surpirsed the boy hadn't clicked in that he wasn't human.
"I wouldn't be surpirsed to find out if this is your first time here?" He asked softly. "Either that or you haven't been here long." He smirked, pushing his glasses up his nose. He glanced at Michael before looking back over the water. The waves lapped gently at the sand. The setting sun was throwing a rainbow of colours into the sky like a prism. "So, what happened? Are you here to save humanity? Here to give some poor soul a revelation so he can be deemed crazy? Perhaps he'll be hung on an ugly cross to die for our sins..." His smirk grew and his eyes darkened again. "Or are you here to redeem yourself? Fallen out of favour with God? " He laughed mockingly and turned to look at the younger boy.
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Post by Michael Gabrielus on Feb 22, 2007 16:46:48 GMT
Michaels eyes flashed with a little irratation,
"Yes, just Michael." he muttered through gritted teeth knowing he wasn't doing a particularly good job of keeping his emotions in check. A perfect angel would.
He snorted and looked away from Uri. He knew so little for what he professed to know so much,
"I know that the blood wasn't meant to be, that it threatens to curdle in your veins this very second." he snorted, taking on a slightly more formal tone. He didn't like this situation one bit.
Michael's hold on his temper was slipping. Soon enough he'd snap and do something rash, he knew it,
"You know nothing...." he hissed
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Post by Uri Emerebus on Feb 25, 2007 16:40:06 GMT
"I know nothing?" He asked, eyes flashing into a bright glowing red. One could say his eyes looked like a piece of heated steel. "I know nothing?" He repeated, cocking up an eyebrow. "Let me tell you something, Servant of God, let me tell you something..." He smirked. Uri grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him close. "My blood may not supposed to exist, but it does and I'm alive. Neither wanted by God nor the Devil, but hell, I'm alive and I don't have to follow a stupid guidebook or set of rules or anything. I can't be banished because I was never in hell and never in heaven."
Uri paused for a moment. "And you angel boy, what do you know? What do you know of anything of this world?" He asked softly, stroking the boy's cheek. "You're so INNOCENT!" He exclaimed. "What do you know of violence, of murder, of rape?" He asked. "What do you know of violence for the sake of violence? How much have you actually suffered?" Uri's grip tightened into the range of bruising. "Hardly anything, I suspect."
Uri laughed in the angel's face. "What did you do that was so bad to get kicked out of heaven? Did you kill another angel? Did you fall in love?" He asked with a small smile. "My father did and look at what love got him, me." Uri smirked. "What do you know of anything but your sheltered life in the Kingdom of Heaven, where God is all Wrathful and all Powerful but also all merciful? Did you repent, dear boy? Did you repent until you could speak no more? Or did your ego get in the way of that as well?"
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