[Sarah]

Annebelle sat quietly at the back of a coffee shop, her hands warmed by the hot cup. She’d been waiting for hours and still the person she expected wasn’t here. Annebelle of course was expecting many people of all kinds at any given moment, but this person would be special. It had been a while since a person of this species had paid her any attention, well at least this much direct attention. Annebelle had never met this person, but once they showed up she could pick them out by their horridly pompous stench.

(kind of a short story, I wanted to try out Annabelle's new character, as well as Gold's. mostly just seeing how they interact with each other.)

[Sarah]

She had never been fond of meeting people she had never met, being a demon of the high council held a sort of awareness of what was happening everywhere. Her informants told her everything from a duck passing gas to the continents war status. Honestly, some of her demons would come to her with the most useless of information. However a few where actually good at their jobs and gave information she could do something with. Right not she was sitting in a café waiting, moments before an informant made her aware of a hunter on her trail.

[Sarah]

Not a true blooded hunter, but a hunter nonetheless. One after her too, that was interesting information. At first she hadn’t believed the demon and after a string of obscenities and threats she found he was in fact telling her the truth of what he knew. She almost thought about ordering a sticky bun to pick at but at the last moment decided against it, much too sticky, and distracting. She took another sip of the coffee, trying to keep it as warm as possible for as long as possible. The one true thing she liked about mortals, they sure did know how to make food taste not like shit.

[Sarah]

Annebelle smirked at herself but continued to observe the humans around her. Her council member would call her reckless, but she hated to sit on her ass while her minions became nothingness at the hands of a hunter. Might as well do it herself and avoid casualties on her side. She could do with a good pure soul anyway. It’d been a while since she had had anything other than the stupid hell souls. The café had gone quiet, she realized that most people where leaving it was still early morning but humans where so busy they just couldn’t take a nice break to sit down. They acted the same in their old age as they did as children; busy, busy, busy. No time to stop and smell the roses. Annebelle made it a point to take her time in pretty much everything she didn’t deem important.

[Sarah]

Annebelle did not want to stand out so she was wearing ‘normal’ human clothing, a black tank top, and something human teenagers called ‘jeggings’. she didn’t quite understand the concept but she must fit in if she wanted to keep her notoriety down. She did however keep her pure gold necklace on. Her moonstone pendant provided her complete control over not only special planes, but also on her own forms of being. It was a useful tool built by an enchanter she knew years ago in what seemed like another life.  She was getting up to refill her coffee when the stench hit her.

[Sarah]

So disgustingly strong her face twisted and she had to keep the previously consumed coffee from coming back out and into the cup. And in all its angelic glory a heavily tattooed woman strutted into the shop. Not even giving the place a once over. Her eyes had spotted its prize and now Annebelle was sure the action would start. Instead the woman gave her a curt nod and kept walking. Annebelle had sat in the shop for hours and this was not what she had expected. Angels came in fast and hot, they didn’t care if humans saw. However Annebelle could guess this was no ordinary angel, technically Annebelle wasn’t allowed to be killed, and she was part of what kept the demons from completely going out of control. With angels spread so thinly across Evelon and with even fewer in heaven the demon council was what helped angels from becoming completely overwhelmed. At least that was what Annebelle believed.

[Sarah]

In any case she was not about to hang out to find what the angel was doing. Not that she wasn’t curious she just didn’t want to be in close range of the monster, and her head was starting to ache from all the self-righteousness in the room – so she threw the empty cup away and left like a normal human through the front door, however once she was clear of prying eyes she found her way onto the neighboring roof, she wanted to keep close to the angel without having to interact with it. Unless of course it was to rip out the beings heart.  Just as she suspected the angel was up on the roof with her in seconds. The angel’s off white wings indicating her impure soul that along with her dark blonde hair and brown colored tattoos gave her away. She was called gold by most, an almost fallen angel with a taste for demon blood. “Ready to die filth?” She asked very rudely. Annebelle smiled softly, waiting for the angel to advance.

[Sarah]

Nothing happened, the angel just stayed put, her flaming yellow eyes locked onto Annebelle to the point where she began feeling uncomfortable, or she would have if she had been not a demon queen. Not that she was bragging, but part of her job description entailed no emotions. There was no silence though, the sea wouldn’t allow it, and neither would the humans. “You seem to be very eager to move things along.” Annebelle observed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The angel didn’t even flinch, but Annebelle was rather amused with herself. “Not one to talk? How boring,” Annebelle said feeling like she was just talking to the empty air.

[Sarah]

The angel turned to leave. “Just a stare down? You angels get more cowardly as the years pass. I expected more form you Oan.” That hit a nerve Annebelle knew this angels true name, an angel who tried very hard to make sure anything that knew it was no longer able to tell others. Gold swung around, white matter forming around her hands. Her weapon of choice, a sharp scythe. Annebelle was a dagger person herself but they could do much good fighting against a ‘long range’ weapon. Still it was her specialty. “You’re not the only angel I’ve met who uses one of those.” Annebelle said, darkness enveloping her hands, and from it two dark purple daggers became ready to fight. It would be an interesting fight for sure.

[Sarah]

The angel only snorted and spun the scythe towards Annebelle. It looked like the angel wasn’t as adept at wielding the heavy weapon. With the right movements she could knock the angel completely off balance. “You are using your best weapon?” Annebelle asked, hoping to enrage the angel further. Apparently it didn’t take much to set this angel off. “Are you?” Gold retorted, taking another swing at Annebelle. “This really isn’t going to work out.” She said, her daggers growing longer. She was soon duel wielding swords, but she tossed one aside. It shattered into dark matter and evaporated into the shadows.

[Sarah]

“Unfortunately I have to agree.” Gold said, her scythe transforming into a curved sword. “Interesting choice.” Annebelle noted holding her sword up. The white energy hit the black energy and to humans below it sounded as if someone was having a word fight. Their blades weren’t made of metal and technically made no noise, but most creatures preferred to give the blades a human element. Thus their energy sounded like metal clashing against metal.

[Sarah]

“Is that all you got?” the angel growled, raising her sword. Again Annebelle blocked the blow. They were almost equally matched, but Annebelle was a few centuries older than the angel. “Don’t worry; you’ll soon be feeling defeat.” Annebelle said, feigning a low slash and coming up to cut at her arm. The scream told her she hit flesh. A sizzling sound escaped the melting flesh and the angel leaped back clutching her almost half severed arm.  It healed quickly, but the pain was still there. Annebelle’s magic couldn’t stop angel’s rom healing, but she could keep the pain in place for about as a long as it would last in a human if the angel had no way of healing, and at least a few months with healing medicines.

[Sarah]

“You stupid fucking bitch!” Gold exclaimed, bringing her hand up from her wound and looking at it like she expected blood. Annebelle moved in for the kill while the angel was distracted. Swiping low, then high. Forcing the angel back step by step. The roof had plenty of things sticking from it and Annebelle got the angel to trip over some wire.  The angel fell backwards, her blade flinging from her hand and crashing some ways away, it disintegrated in a similar way to Annebelle’s dagger. Annebelle brought her blade up to the angel neck. The angel only glared up at her. “do it!” she screamed. “You know I couldn’t kill you twice.” Instead of slitting the angel throat, or breaking her skull Annebelle backed off, bringing her blade down on the Angels ribcage.  Breaking more than one rib and hopefully puncturing a lung. That’d keep her off her feet for a few days. “Fucking coward.” The angel screamed. It sounded mangled and drowned. Annebelle switched planes until she was far enough away to let her guard down. Not that she really expected gold to chase after her, but Annebelle wasn’t taking any chances.

[Sarah]

..:: Days Later ::..

White lights hung from the ceiling and the sound of dying was all around. A normal hospital to outsiders, but of course there was a hidden group of nurses present. Why else would gold have chosen to come here? A small sisterhood of nurses who had sworn their allegiance to the gods and all their servants. Gold hissed at the nurse as she came near. Still extremely displeased with the way things had gone.

(thought I was done with this, turns out my brain had other plans =P well see how long it lasts.)

[Sarah]

Over all she looked healthy, there wasn’t even internal bleeding but she still felt the dark glow of Annebelle’s blade in her stomach like it had never left, or that a piece of it might have stuck. She was assured multiple times that there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary on the inside of her. Well mentally there was something wrong, but there were no tangible foreign objects inside her. There was however a strong magic placed on her mind, making her hallucinate a pain that was much too real. The nurses had no idea what to do, claiming the only way to reduce recovery time was to go back into the skies.