(What nah you didn't bother me lol. And that was awesome, carried away or not xD)
Icarus let the other gunman run away past him; he had bigger problems to deal with. Like this dark being for example. Icarus slid out from behind the dumpster and stood in the alleyway, watching the creature… feed.
"What kind of creature feeds on mortals?" He asked himself, only walking a few steps forward, wary of the being. "At least that was a corrupt human, but…"
Icarus stopped moving forward as he began to make out the outline of dark wings on the creature's back. No way… He had never met a demon before, but he couldn't recall demons eating mortals for food. His instincts were screaming at him to run, but his curiosity kept his feet planted on the ground.
(Hey thanks m8!)
Truth allowed his claws to extend from his fingers. He slashed open the chest, itching to grab the heart. Of course, it was a bloody goddamned mess, but Truth didn’t care. He dug his hand into the chest, pulling out the heart, with an excited shiver of his wings. It was thudding slowly, hardly even still alive; but it was warm and that’s exactly how Truth liked it. He popped it into his mouth like a tic tac and continued rummaging around in the human’s corpse.
Icarus felt sick to his stomach as he watched this possible demon rip open a human's body. He had never seen gore like this; never seen a mortal eviscerated like this. He felt his eyes begin to tear up, the gunman may have been a corrupt human, but he was a human nonetheless. Humans make mistakes, it's what human's do. No mortal deserved this…
"Stop!" Icarus screeched, shaking as he let out and even smaller flash of holy light from his halo horns. If he kept using his Holy Flash, he might crack his horns even further under the stress, but he didn't care.
Truth paused and glanced over his shoulder, an artery of the heart hanging out of his mouth (oh my god that’s one sick visual and i love it). He narrowed his eyes and stood up slowly, his wings shivering threateningly and his muscles moving satisfactorily under his skin and sweater.
He swallowed the heart whole, and inhaled gently. Finally, he spoke in a rumbling voice, “Excuse me?”
(lol I'm loving the gory visuals it's awesome!)
Icarus felt his hands begin to tremble in both exhaustion and intimidation. His mind became a whirlwind of questions as he stared wide-eyed at the… demon. Yes he was positive this creature was a demon now; it had to be.
"Stop… please." Icarus added the 'please' out of habit. "He may have been a corrupt mortal, but he was a human. No human deserves… this…" Icarus waved his hand toward the mangled corpse.
"Why…?" He asked softly as he had to look away from the body and directly into the demon's eyes to keep from getting sicker.
Truth grinned. His sharp white teeth were glistening with the blood of the very bloodmaker from that human’s chest.
“A Demon can’t have a meal every once in a while?” He asked innocently, tilting his head. His eyes sparkled spitefully as he gazed at the Fallen Angel.
A Fallen Angel, huh? Never seen one around before… His eyes trailed up to Icarus’ horns and noticed the crack in his halo. Sure, he could barely see it, but he saw the flash of light behind him as he ate earlier…
So the creature was a demon after all. His first demon encounter, and this is how he meets one? He barely noticed the small trickle of blood from his wound in his wonder at the Demon.
Icarus felt small under the demon's gaze. He felt a shiver creep up his spine as he looked over the demon in awe and fear. He tried to clear his mind.
"Do you have to eat so viciously? I mean I understand if you haven't eaten for a while and you're starving but that used to be a human. A mortal at your mercy…" Another thought popped into his head, leaving him to trail off.
The demon scared the gunmen. The demon made them run. The demon allowed him to move. Idiot!
"I'm sorry," Icarus interjected himself. "Thank you." Icarus couldn't look at the carcass, so he locked his eyes on the demon instead.
Truth clicked his teeth together angrily. “You’re making it sound like I can help it.” Truth’s wings beat behind him. “Yes, I kill to eat, since I can’t eat anything else other than human hearts and organs.” His gaze sharpened into glare. “Happy? Are you taking notes? Because, now with you here, I suppose leaving is the best option…” Truth sighed deeply and he started to walk, his wings flapping slowly.
(I'm on the road atm. Sorry. Service is sketchy)
(oh ya I edited my last response. I just remembered, so yeah. ^~^)
(aHHHH REDD screams like the crazy, devoted RPer I am)
(HELLO I AM BACK AND READY LOL)
Icarus was torn. He used to be an Angel before he was cast out. His sworn enemies were the demons that attacked and killed the innocent soul under his protection. He was damned from ever returned back through the Gates and yet…
"No, no, my mistake. I don't know much about demons like you. Sorry for bothering you." Icarus replied with a small smile as he turned around to take off instead.
Why?! Why am I doing this? I should be fighting him, so why am I running away?
Truth gave a particularly firm flap of his wings and he jolted off into the night.
Geez… A Fallen Angel, though… intriguing…
(Time skip?)
(sorry. I was writing a long reply to another RP. whoops lol. yeah timeskip. where to?)
(Well wow bro bro. Uhm… I dunnooooo I was thinking about a week?)
(alrighty then. do you wanna start with the time skip or me?)
(No, I’ll start!)
Truth spent the day at the mall, with a girl he met online. Of course, it didn’t end well.
“You’re a what?” She screeched hysterically as he fessed up to being a Demon. She backed away from him, as if he were a carrier of some kind of disease, then slapped him across the face.
“FREAK!” She turned heel and ran off to her car.
Truth let his head stay to the right side, having moved with her slap. He wanted to sit down and cry, but he couldn’t, obviously. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled deeply.
Icarus yawned as he waited for his Starbucks coffee. He had been losing sleep over researching different demon types. He's gotten nowhere except sleep deprived. He's tried following stories on eviscerated corpses found in alleys, yet he's pulled up nothing to help him. He's barely been able to sleep since that night meeting the demon.
"One Iced Americano for… I-krass?" He heard the barista call out. He sighed as he grabbed his drink, he needed some caffeine if he wanted to be able to continue his research.
He swallowed against the lump in his throat and moved his head back forward. Dad was absolutely right, He growled to himself spitefully, as he shoved his hands into his pockets, radiating bad juju, stalking down the street, and past the Starbucks Icarus was in, I shouldn’t have come to the mortal world…
Icarus turned around to leave through the door of the Starbucks when he caught a glimpse of Truth. His eyes widened as he spit out the coffee currently in his mouth as he raced outside to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.
"It is you!" he exclaimed a bit loudly as he walked quickly to catch up with the demon. "Hi there Mr. Demon. Nice to see you again."
Truth sent a glare over his shoulder as he quickened his pace. “I wish I could say the same, Mr. Fallen Angel.” He glared back forward, lengthening his stride for good measure.
Icarus jogged to try and keep pace with the guy. "Hey, look, I know I was really rude when we met, and I apologize for that." He huffed. "So maybe we can start again? Hi, my name is Icarus. And um…" Icarus began to slow down. "I'd like to make it up to you. I mean me ruining your meal."
Truth paused. “Yeah? You should be sorry,” He heard himself snap, in a moment of realization that he’s letting, once again, his emotions get away with him.
Truth inhaled. “Right, how do you think you’re going to make up my meal, Icarus?” He turned to face the Fallen Angel.
