forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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Lucy frowned lightly as she listened, still tense. What could Sam have done to make them seem to hate him so much?

"How do I know you aren't lying?" Sam asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Ben sighed.

"Because I would have turned you into a cracked statue by now if I was. But, if it makes you feel any better." Ben snapped his fingers, and in a flurry of feathers he was as tall as Sam, if not taller. And he certainly didn't look human. His face was a mask, and wooden horns curled from behind it. His chest was made of wood that had runes similar to the ones on Sam's skin, with the first rune being an upside-down version of the one below Sam's eye. His body was snake-like, and his arms had become wings. (here's his design in case you wanna see it lol https://drive.google.com/file/d/1sQNguqZ1HmqWD-HaElVQR2PHVtAELzKL/view?usp=sharing)

"Holy crap…" Lata whispered under her breath. What have I done…?

(Aye that’s really cool looking)

Lucy’s eyes widened as she stared up at the creature. “Holy shit..” she muttered, her grip on Lata tightening.

(thanks I just finished his design yesterday lol) "There's nothing holy about me, though I have been mentioned in several religions," the monster said

Lucy almost wanted to laugh, despite the terrible situation. The creature took things just as literally as Sam tended to.

"Lucy, you're starting to cut off circulation in my arm…" she whispered.

"So, are you going to sit there terrifying my roommates, or do you have any real business here?" Sam asked. Cassiel curled in on himself, folding his wings so as not to bump into anyone.

"I have a gift for you. Something that will aid you in troubles to come. I can give you the first piece to the puzzle now, but you must solve it on your own," Cassiel said

Lucy quickly loosened her hold on Lata, giving a hushed apology.

Orion walks in the room to see what the fuss is all about. Stilling, he d r o p s h i s t e a . Everything stills, enough so that they can hear the faint rustle of Cassiels wings. If there is one rule, one rule at all in this household, it's that you. Do. Not. Make. Orion. Spill. His. TEA! Cassiel gets the feeling that he may have just broken some sort of sacred boundary. When Orion finally steps forward, his footstep echoes like thunder, and his voice has the same low quality. His ears are straight forward, and his tail is lashing, his claws are sliding in and out of his sheaths. Cassiel isn't sure he has ever seen a creature such as this. Voice deadly low, Orion speaks, a single word with the weight of a world behind it. "Explain."

(A.K.A. This was the moment when Cassiel realized, He f*cked up…)

(I sNO R TED h ELP) Cassiel somehow managed to look irritated despite his lack of a proper face. "You have terrible taste in acquaintances," he muttered

Orion, sweet, cute, Orion. Looking at the creature in front of him, Orion gives him a feral smile. Then, faster than even the god beings can follow, Orion decks Cassiel. Once again, he demands. "Explain."

Cas shook the punch off, feathers rustling indignantly. "You insolent mortals, you're lucky I swore to protect your kind," Cassiel hissed. "I'm here to help Samandriel get out of this dimension and back to his former glory. Unlike you imbeciles, he has some kind of worth to the men upstairs."

Lata really wanted to give him a rude hand gesture.

“You have got to be f*cking kidding me,” Lucy muttered to herself. At the moment, she didn’t know what was worse, the sting in her neck or the voice of this creature.

"Cassiel, stop." Sam frowned at him. "There's no point in fighting them. They've helped me, and I'm sure you're aware of it." Cassiel huffed.

"I'm not arguing, I'm stating facts. I never said that they had no worth to me."

Orion, still wearing a feral grin, steps uncomfortably close. A faint laugh escapes him, in a much deeper voice than Orion's own. When he speaks, it no longer sounds like him, echoing with a ringing quality. "You really think that I don't have any worth to the men and women upstairs?" Eyes turning a darker blue in his turmoil and his anger. "Do you really think that yours are the only gods that exist? For as stupid as you claim me to be, I will not limit myself to such close minded thoughts." The more he talks, the more he sounds like an otherworldly creature, and his aura is suffocating, even to Cassiel.

Cassiel is taken aback a little. Despite his status, he isn't the most powerful creature. "Listen here child. Molhaven may have no care for you, but some of us are more concerned with you than you think. Your gods are powerful, I have no doubt of that, but if you do not let me finish my business here more gods will come for you than you can ever dream of."