forum Angel/Devil Rp (Since the other is dead)

Started August 23, 2018 by @@RileyAnn

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"He is right you know." Lucifer pointed out to the messenger.

Halo winces, "They lost their right." He whispers, biting his lip. He saw his mother fall from heaven, he saw his brother die. "Say that again. I dare you. I want nothing more than the war between Demon and Angel to end!"

"Maybe you, but not 'God.'" Many nodded their heads in return.

"I'm a messenger for him." Halo rolls his eyes, "Unless all of you are to dumb to realize that he's risking his own angels trying to make peace."

"One. You are the only one trying to make peace in fifty years." Huh, I thought it was more recent.

"He's sent others and they never came back. And how would it look if he sent an army, huh?" He sighs shaking his head. "Anyways, thank you, sire. The angels are sure to rejoice at the news that our people will be spared."

Grumbles are dislike were heard but no one aposed. The night was tense, and a fight broke out, but many had no problems. Soon it was over.

Joan woke up in her bed to rustling. The sun was bright, the oak wood cabin peaceful, and then a massive reminder of last night hit her in the face. Joan jolted from bed and flew to the living room to see if the boy was still there. Once she saw him she calmed, but Joan was still uptight. Leaving the room, she fled to the kitchen to start her healing potion for his wings. Now, how bad did he damage them? She asked herself as she brewed. Bad, she concluded.

Nathaniel was still asleep on the couch, his crumpled wings hanging on his back. Both were completely crushed, and one had a clear bullet wound. The bones were broken beyond repair, even for an angel. They would attempt to heal themselves, but they would heal in the wrong places.

(I'm back!) Joan finished the healing potion–her special recipe known to heal nearly any wound– and went to wake the boy up.

"Mmm…" Nathaniel groaned softly as he opened his eyes, looking up at Joan. It took a lot of self control to keep quiet considering how much pain his crushed wings were causing him.

"I am going to ask you three questions, then rub a potion on them that should fix them." He waited for him to show her he understood.

"All… alright?" Nathaniel sat up and grimaced, taking a moment to compose himself before looking back at Joan.

"How long have your wings been like this?" She asked first. Joan still did not know the boys name, but wasn't too concerned.

"Um, as far as I know, it's been about 24 hours. Or a few days… I don't exactly know how long I was laying there. I don't think it could be any longer than a week, though."

Wow, "Okay," She drawled slowly. "Are you still in pain?"

"Very much so, ma'am." Nathaniel said simply, but in a slightly strained voice. He was careful not to let his wings brush against anything lest it make them hurt more.

"Don't call me ma'am, its weird," Joan stopped for a minute. "Okay, so I have two more not one. Are you a runaway Fallen, and what's your name kid?"

"I'm not a fallen; I'm just a… um… an angel who's fallen from the sky? I wasn't kicked out, anyways. I got shot down by a human. And my name is Nathaniel Tobias Windsor." Nathaniel bowed his head politely.

"M'kay, nice to meet you. I'm Joan." Lucifer's daughter, is what she didn't say. She left swiftly to grab the potion off the stove and a rag.

Nathaniel watched her quietly, fidgeting with his hands anxiously as he glanced about the little hut. I wish Lloyd were here… he'd be able to bring me back home.

When Joan returned she slowly helped Nash–she didn't know why she called him that, it was just nice– sit up. "I'm going rub this on your wings, and it help realine and heal the bones. The feathers I can't promise, but it should work. Bite this, this will hurt." She handed him a leather stopper she had on the table and without much ramble she started pushing on bones to make them fall into the right place.