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A demon sleeps with an angel, an act frowned upon by both the devil's court and the lord's court. A meeting is called to discuss this crime. The leaders of both angels and demons agree the punishment must be utmost severe. Death would be the best option, but demons are immortal. They exile the demon to earth, saying they will decide what punishment to give. But secretly they decide to make him fall in love with a human. This will turn him mortal. Then they will kill the human. Since she is in essence caught in the crossfire, she goes to heaven as a victim of association, and the demon is forced to live the rest of his human life and eventually go to hell, forever to be separated from her - Extras: Volks - | Devil's Court Vorzoxin - Head of Court Rigdrag - Second in Command Castor - High Command Morek - High Command Jazun - Demon Liaison | Lord's Court Aphaeleon - Head of Court Camiel - Second in Command Felice - High Command Sarakiel - High Command Ephet - Angel Liaison | - Demon: Volks Human: Black Witch Hollow - Character Sheet - Character Name: Description: Personality: Strength/Weaknesses: Backstory: |
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Character Name: Nouma - Description: Nouma is a demon. In natural form he is a towering humanoid, about 7 feet tall and reddish brown in tone with two long bat-like wings, and two smaller ones below the large ones. His face is very sharp and defined with prominent cheekbones. Nouma has acid-yellow snake-like eyes, long sharp ears, needle-like teeth, and sharp horn-like protrusions on his forehead and elbows. His hair is deep red-brown in unkempt strands over his forehead and short on the sides and back. - Personality: Nouma is petty and defient. He is overly emotional and prone to anger violence, and sudden outburts. He does his job well enough, but often pokes fun at those he tempts. Despite being a demon, he looks down on possessions and has a strong hatred for the demons who do it. He never possesses humans, feeling they are too weak to be worth it and those who possess are weak and cowardly themselves. Nouma has a strange moral code of sorts. He believes demons should be repected rather than feared. He has high respect for humans strong enough to resist temptation and a disgust for humans who are easily susceptible to it. Nouma compares his job to that of a wolf among sheep; taking out weaklings and avoiding the strong. Strangely, he almost hates his role and would be quite happy if humans always resisted temptation and never fell prey to it. Because of these beliefs he is somewhat of an outcast among the demons. - Strength/Weaknesses: Nouma is clever and terrifying. He uses this to his advantage in his job and in showing status among fellow fiends. His weakness is his emotion and his outbreaks. His contradictory moral code makes him hated by many other demons. His disgust at them and high standards for demon behaviour are often a disadvantage in vying for higher positions. - Backstory: Nouma is immortal. Like all other demons he is a fallen angel, taken by his want for power and status. His reltionship with other demons is mixed. Some hate him, especially those whose beliefs are against his code. Others secretly admire him, mainly weak demons on the bottom of the heirarchy. Most couldn't care less. Nouma is a grunt of sorts, he is not part of the higher command positions, rather he works under them. Yet he is the higher end of the spectrum of weak demons. Weak demons are those considered the feet of the operation, those who work for months among humans instead of lounging about ordering others around. Nouma was an ordinary demon until he developed his moral code. It is not certain when he did, but after that he was noticed more and more. There was much shock and hatred of him, and he is know well known by most of the weak demons. Only one demon outside of the weak, his high command, even acknowledges him, and that is to threaten him to stay in line when he acts out more than normal. This is the reason Nouma gets harder jobs among the more devoute humans. It keeps him out of sight and out of trouble. Of course, until out story begins.. |
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Name: Bay Velasquez - Age: 21 - Description: Bay is lean, but slim in body type. Her legs were build sturdily, as were her arms. Her skin is golden/tan in color, as she came from a Hespanic family. Her eyes are a chocolate brown, with unusual green specks towards her pupils. Her wavy, shoulder-blade length hair is a dark brown, almost black shade, with a few natural lighter brown streaks due to her time spent outdoors. She has very few light freckles on her upper cheeks, and her teeth are whiter than most in her family. - Personality: Bay is rather quiet and introverted. She only speaks to others when she needs to, or if she is spoken to first. Bay is also observant. Although, she is always caught up in her own thoughts. Sometimes it takes her a while before she remembers what she is doing, if she's halfway through a task. She has "tougher skin", as she grew up with few friends and few people around her age. Although, she is kind, and has a fierce sense of loyalty to those she cares about. - Strengths: Bay is good at concealing her feelings, maintining her speed in running situations, controlling her emotions, and her observing skills allow her to absorb much information when needed. - Weaknesses: Her lack of social skills lead others to frown upon her, she has a horrible fear of facing her father alone, and she has a tendancy to laugh in inappropriate situations, due to her being nervous/ scared. - Backstory: Bay was only close with her mother, Emily. Her mother died when Bay was twelve, due to liver cancer. Her father shortly married Bay's step-mother, Amy. Her father's relationship with Amy grew bitter and unhealthy, leading him to become abusive towards Bay. She has many scars and marks from his abusive behavior, such as burn scars and knife scars. He even tried to take advantage of her sexually one night that he got drunk. Bay had decided that she needed to leave, so she ran away from home when she was 17, and found a single widow who had a recent miscarriage. The woman, later known as Martha, took Bay in and cared for her as her own daughter. They are now close, and keep in touch despite Bay having her own apartment now. But Bay always lives in fear that her father will find her and hurt her again, which is why she built up muscle and learned how to properly shoot a gun, as well as use a knife. |
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Ouch. I sharp pinch in the sides brought Jazun back to earth- er, rather, the open ampitheater floating on the clouds at the top of a mountain. He glared at Castor, his devilish high command and absolute jerk. Castor pointed silently with a talon. Rigdrag was apologizing as hard as a demon could apologize. "This offense is shocking to us as well. We never support such a thing and we will never let it happen again!" He was on the verge of screaming, sharp red cheeks flaming with rage and gold eyes britsling with defiance. His tail thrashed through the clouds on the floor, sending bits flying like cotton. "You demons are prone to this stupidity! It's how you fell from heaven!" Ephet screeched, angelic even in righteous rage. Rigdrag raised a sharp clawed hand manacingly. "Oh yeah? Then come down from your high horse and teach that fool a lesson since you believe in free will!" He roared. Ephet screeched and light streaked from her halo. "ENOUGH!" Aphaeleon and Vorzoxin bellowed synchronously. Tails stopped twitching and wings stopped rustling as the angels and demons settled down. Aphaeleon and Vorzoxin nodded at each other. "Bring the offender!" Vorzoxin called. Jazun vanished in a puff of acrid smoke to fetch the offender from the demon prisons. Ephet joined him at the edge of the stadium to follow the demon inside. Jazun gripped the offender roughly and shoved him forward. "Move." he spat. The 7 foot tall demon smirked at Jozun, who was tiny in comparison. The three trod across the soft clouds to the center. Jozun took the offender's legs out with a sharp kick, knocking him to his knees. Vorzoxin gave the offender a venomous look. "This is him then?" Apaeleon said. "Yes." Vorzoxin said. The clouds shook in a roll of thunder as Apaeleon made his displeasure known. Vorzoxin roiled similarly, if less violently, black smoke dripping in curls off his tall black clad form. His sharp skull-like head was smooth as bone and fell into sharp dragon horns about bird-like beak and head. His acid green eyes smoldered viciously. Aphaeleon, lips were tight and he stared at tthe offender for a long time. Vorzoxin spoke. "What of the angel? Should she not be here?" Apaeleon spared him one sidelong glance. "This act was not her doing, as she was quite gullible and the demon tricked her." he replied. Vorzoxin nodded. "I will not let this demon inspire others." he snarled. Smoke puffed around Vorzoxin as he spoke. "He must be made an example." Both courts nodded in agreement. "What do you have to say for yourself, demon?" Apaeleon spat. The demon raised his head slowly, a guilty look on his face. He sniffed slightly. "I regret my actions and wish to fix them." he said meekly. Apaeleon squinted at him. The demon looked meek for another second, then burst into howling laughter. He sprang to his feet and waved his bat wings obnoxiously. "I regret nothing, fool! I would do it again!" The angels gasped in shock and the demons hissed. Vorzoxin was upon him suddenly, acid eyes seething in rage as they bored into his. He gave a rattling hiss. "Nouma" was all he spat. Nouma's acidic gaze wilted only slightly. In another instant Vorzoxin was gone and back next to Apaeleon. They deliberated for several long moments. Jazun and Ephet, who had remained guarding the demon all this time, met gazes momentarily. Try any tricks and one or the other would stop him. Finally, Apaeleon nodded and the two straightened. "What has been decided." Vorzoxin began. "Is such." Vorzoxin waved a bony hand out from under his shroud of cloaks. Aphaeleon produced a crucifix from somewhere. All the demons hissed collectively, shrinking away and averting eyes. Vorzoxin continued as Apaeleon unfolded his wings and approached Nouma. "Your powers will be nuetralized. You will disguise youself as a human and stay on earth while we decide a permanent solution." The demon court vanished in smoke and squeals, unable to remain. Vorzoxin made a hasty retreat in black swirls. Nouma was shuddering too, almost vanishing back to his world even after seconds. Apaeleon stuck him once with the crucifix.. |
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Bay had only just woken up an hour ago. It was still dark outside her apartment, but it was well past 6:00 a.m. She had showered and dried her hair, changed into her work clothes, which consisted of a long sleve white shirt, a black t-shirt over top, and a pair of black jeans. She'd prepaired herself a cup of black coffee, and poured it into her portable cup. She worked as an assistant at a dog care center, mainly where dog owners take their dogs to get groomed, but it's also a pet daycare. She enjoyed the company of dogs, and wanted to get one herself, but her apartment hadn't allowed pets. She was working on saving up enough to move into another apartment that did allow pets. She had her eyes set on an apartment about ten miles from the one she currently lived in. Rent there was only thirty dollars more than what she already paid monthly, and there were few roomates, which she very much prefered. She wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't even thought of that apartment in the first place. She shook her head, took a deep breath and put her hair up into a messy bun, grabbed her keys from the "accecery bowl" on her counter, and headed for the door. She grabbed her purse off of the coat rack, and stepped out, locking the door after her exit. She went down the hall, down the flight of steps, passed the land lord of the apartments in the lobby with a slight grin, and stepped outside. She reached her '09 black Chevy truck in the parking lot, unlocked the doors, tossed her purse in the passenger seat, hopped in the driver's seat, and placed the keys in the ignition. She closed the driver door, set her coffee cup in the cup holder in the center console, buckled up, then put her truck in reverse. She backed out, exited the parking lot of the apartment complex, and headed northwest to Pup Palace, her place of work. |
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Nouma woke like a man from a nightmare. He punched the air with a yell before realizing he was no longer in the sky with the cursed angels. He drew a shuddering hiss and surveyed his surroundings. He was dumped ungraciously in a back alley with a pile of trashbags. He proceeded to swear violently at the heavens, shaking his fist in rage. The street was narrow, and he tripped over the bags in his fit. Some people walking by turned heads to stare. Nouma roared at them, stretching his- wait- He turned, groping violently. Where were his wings?! He stared at his hand. Reddish brown, but no claws. Small round nails.. what. He ripped his weaponless hands over his face. It was too soft.. Where were the spikes? What- He stumbled about the alley in confusion. Finally, he leapt over the bags and tripped into a dumpster. A mirror propped beside it fell to the ground with a crash. He jumped, almost landing on his side but catching himself. He stared at the reflection in shock. The face shape was the same, skin tone almost the same, hair perfect. But the fiendish features were gone and his acid green eyes were a stifled green. He hissed at this creature. A pink mouth with sharp but small teeth hissed back. Nouma sprang back, slamming against the alley wall. His hands were cut and bleeding and his leg throbbed where he fell. He whimpered, pulling helplessly at the shards. He gave up and tried to teleport home. Nothing. He tried again. Nill. WIth a scream of horror he remember the blasted crucifix. "No!" he wailed. He tore out of the alley and started running. |
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Bay drove turned her right turn signal on, stopped at the stop sign, checked both ways twice, then turned right. She clicked her signal off, reached forward to adjust her radio station, and found a decent rock station that played '90's rock. Nirvana's "Come As You Are" was playing. She grinned, and hummed along to the song, occasionally bobbing her head when the drums were at their loudest. She tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel too. Even tapped her left foot to the beat. She slowed down to 15 m.p.h. as she reached the center of town, careful not to hit any passing pedestrians, or any wandering animals, such as mangy cats, or rabid dogs. She approached the section of town that harbored homeless people. They normally hunkered down near the Dollar General. The only reason they reached poverty was because of their horrible drug addictions. A few of them had gotten involved with the police, others were luckier. They neared the eadge of the road at a stop light, holding flashlights and begging for spare change. She didn't even bat an eye, and drove forward when the light turned green. As she neared the dirt road that led to Pup Palace, she turned her music down, resentfully. |
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Nouma sprinted down a road and finally stopped. His head was reeling. He heard barking. Ah, the hounds were hungry. He must feed them. Yes, the hounds of hell were hungry. His lungs were burning and his leg was screaming no, but he had to. Rubbing his sweaty forehead with bloody hands, he kicked his heels up and skidded down the road. The gray buildings stared back, soul-less and dark as he felt. Nouma laughed at the absurdity of it all. Running? He should fly, or teleport. But no. Of course not. The gaunt faces of homeless reminded him of his fiendish friends. He hissed at them, hoping to trick himself his wings were there and his gaping smile was back. He tripped, tumbling onto the worn concrete and asphalt. The glass dug into his leg and made him screech. No matter, he grumbled as he crawled up again. He was a seven foot tall monster and this was nothing. The glass would melt in the fires of hell when he fed the hounds. Delusionally, he slowed, limping along a road. The hounds were getting louder, but he was getting weaker. It must be the crucifix, its terrible power still affecting him. Nouma fell again, crawling futiley. It would wear off eventually. He growled in rage at his own weakness. With a blossom of stars, he lifted himself into a crouch and slapped his face. He flopped onto his rear with a pant. His bangs were annoying him and he tried blowing them. The sweat and blood had slicked them damp and he wasted breath. He rubbed them out of the way. He noticed his clothing for the first time. A white t-shirt, stained in trash and sweat and blood. Those were- oh yes, jeans. Equally bloody but even more torn than the shirt. Nouma kicked at the shoes, frowning. Human boots? Odd. His hands hurt. His head hurt. He shook his head at the cobwebs. Finally he stood, gathering himself, and started at a slow limp towards the place of the hounds. |
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Bay arrived to the parking lot of Pup Palace. It wasn't a very large building, as it was a private business. She parked her truck in the employee parking section, hopped out and retrieved her purse. She shut the driver door, after grabbing her coffee, and pressed the lock button on her keys. The familiar click signalled that it had locked. She pivotted around on her heel, and headed along the sidewalk to the front doors. Dawn was just approaching. She glanced at the slowly, but surely, rising sun, just beyond the thicket of pine trees ahead. She then turned, headed inside, and entered the room of kennels. Dogs of all breeds and sizes barked excitedly, including three sister blue-ticked coon hounds. Each of them jumped up and dug their paws into the chain-linked fence of their kennels. Their tongues lolled, and their ears flopped. Their tails wagged happily. Bay grinned. "Hi Dutchess, Dixie and Daphne!" she exclaimed, her voice had risen to sound more appealing to the dogs. She set her coffee on a desk near the entrance of the kennel room, a name tage reading: "Bay" placed on it. The coon hounds all woofed in response. A co-worker of Bay's entered the kennel room. He wore glasses, white tennis shoes, and a matching outfit like Bay's. "Hey, Bay," he greeted, but briefly. He reached for a couple of files attached to a few dog's kennels, then turned the other way to head to the play area for puppies and small dogs. "Hey Rob," Bay returned the greeting. Rob glanced at Bay with a false smile, then returned back to his duties. Bay's shoulders sunk, but she returned her attention to Dutchess, Dixie and Daphne. They brought her smile back. |
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Nouma limped along for agonizing minutes. He focused on the road and the sound of the hounds. He almost ran into several lampposts along the long trek. Eventually the hounds' bark cut into the fog of his pain. His eyes crossed and he almost tripped, snapping angrily upright. Blinking, he spotted a squat building and parking lot. He tugged his sweaty shirt off his chest and fumbled forward. The pavement grated under his boots and the rising sun touched his numb body. He bit back the pain and forced himself slowly to the front door. He winced as his injured hand gripped the doorknob and he dragged it open. He had to duck to enter the door. Clearly they forgot to adjust the framework for larger demons. Pushing off the frame he noticed the human sitting in shock behind the front desk. "Begone." he snarled weakly. The human fled. Nouma reached a second door, the one where he heard loud barking coming from. He pushed it open and squeezed through. |
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