forum Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

Started September 26, 2018 by @Dirt

tune

Wings jolted out of the way of the advancing septor with a loud snarl and teeth clack in her direction. Fluffing out his iconic black, angelic wings, he charged at her again, the smell of death and blood invigorating him.

Afriel let out a low growl at how fast this demon was. Again she swung her sceptor aiming for him head. Afriel started to mumble an incantation she'd learned hundreds of years ago. After all, she wasn't a General for nothing. The blinding white light seemed to come from all around her as she continued to swing her scepter.
(I realize I keep spelling scepter/sceptor different, it's because I'm unsure at the moment and am trusting my auto correct.)

Wings heard the whispering of the Angel and decided it was nothing good. He swept his large wings around himself, mainly his head, protecting from whatever attack may come. Occasionally he shifted backward, hoping he was dodging some kind of attack.

Afriel felt something pierce one of her wings making her stop her attack and let out a scream of pain. Blood soaking her white wings.
(Okay so I have an idea just cuz I was thinking how are they gonna fall in love if the only times they ever see each other is the battle filed, what if one of them gets captured and like yeah. Idk it'll just take off from there?)

(No i got this xD)

Wings peered out from his wings, wondering what was going on. He wanted blood, gore and death, yet seeing this Angel hurt…
He snuck forward, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention. He got back on two feet (the Demon fighting style is usually on fours), peering close at her.
“Come with me,” Wings felt Zackary whisper gently. He grabbed her arm in case she fell.

Afriel was confused by this demon but nonetheless she did as he said. She'd heard of demons who had two sides, but never truly met one. The throbbing in her wing pulled her from her thoughts, a long spear deeply embedded with in the feathers and flesh of her wing.

Zackary looked around, took her in his arms and flew off above the fight, jetting towards home. He shifted his grip on the Angel, slowly falling out of his black Demon form.

Afriel pulled in a sharp breath shocked that the demon was trying to help her. Agenst her better judgement she felt herself wrap arms around him thinking he'd drop her from that hight knowing she couldn't fly at the moment. "Why are you helping me?" She asked slightly unsure and still believing he may drop her.

Zackary landed on a small surface away from the fighting a few minutes later. Only then did he answer her question.
“I don’t know. But…” He shook his head, his curly light-brown hair shining through his sleek black.

Afriel noticed he'd taken her away from the war. I am going to die, this is how it ends. she thought squeezing her eyes shut. Demons don't help angels. Its an unwritten law we all understand. she waited for a finishing blow for what felt like hours, but was only a few short breaths. "A-are you going to kill me?" She asked, her voice low and shaky.

“No.” Zackary sat her down and carefully twisted the spear out of her wing. He knew how these spears worked, in fact he’d designed them. He tossed it aside and set his hands on the wound.

Afriel's face pinched in pain when he removed the spear. "Thank you." but why help me? Of all those on the field? She didn't voice her thoughts out loud. "So. You're a Demon?" She seemed to spit the last word out as if it where Poision. But imidently wished she didn't, after all he had helpped her.

Wings rose, the fluffy brown being replaced upon her malice. “Yes, I am.” He held his wings about him, where they shivered threateningly and made him look larger.

Afriel shrunk back enclosing herself in good wing, "sorry." She mumbled. This, demon seemed different to her. Nothing like the ones that'd have taken the opportunity to kill her. She was a well know General who'd killed many demons in her years. So the kindness of this one. It truly baffled her. "Why?" She asked referring to why'd he helped her.

Wings snorted rudely. “Why I’m a Demon? Also, speak up, Angel.” His wings shivered angrily again. He shifted his weight to the otner foot nervously; what if someone found them up here?

"No. Why help me? You could have killed me." Afriel held her ground not wanting to shrink back any farther. She noted his nervous shifting. Was he waiting for someone?

An odd screech rang through the air; The Demons won the battle.
"We have to get out of here." Wings scooped her up, supporting her weight, then swung off of the patch of land haphazardly into the air.

They'd won. Afriel should have been there. Her fighters- they where all most likely dead. She was startled by Wings scooping her up again and her instinct was to wrap her arms around him in her moment of panic. "Where are you taking me?" She half demanded, her voice shaking partly.

"Don't worry. They're going to sweep the area to make sure ever Angel is dead. I need to hide you before they find you. Do you know any good hiding spots?" Wings flapped his large wings as he shot through the air.

"I- no I don't spend my time in Heaven." Afriel never really had. Not till the war started, And even then she was always out fighting. Always planning. She never let her mind wonder, it was a weakness, To think of her fallen friends.

Wings scanned the area and let himself go limp. They started plummeting. Wings didn't freak out, though, instead, he scanned the area for spots, deciding there weren't any.

Afriel clung to him squeezing her eyes shut. its a trick. He's going to kill me. if he didn't how would she explain that she was the only one to survive? oh a demon saved me and let everyone else die. she was tempted to laugh at herself even whilst falling threw the air, holding tight to a demon Of all things.

Wings found a spot. How the hell am I going to get up there? As they fell, his wings beat to catch them, and he straightened up the best he could with her weight. He fought the air resistance over to the spot, his wings flapping angrily behind him, fighting them up to the spot. He deposited her into the small cave of which he noticed, dangling out of it himself, his feet pointed to the Earth, which was thousands of feet below them.
"Help!" He choked out to her, reaching out, his wings trying and failing to get him up to safety.

Afriel shot out a hand to grab his pulling him up to the ledge. "That. Was stupid." She sighed laughing slightly. "You still haven't answered my question though. Why did you help me?" She narrowed her eyes at him honestly ready to jump up and dart to the ledge.

Wings climbed up to level, panting to catch his breath. He raised a finger at her questions, coughing at the physical strain of gravity and air force.
"I…I don't know why I saved you." He shook his head. "That sounds so stupid, but… you're a General, right? I want to stop this war! We need to stop this war! Demons and Angels are brothers and sisters in a sense… we shouldn't be fighting…"