Apocalypse Heaven

Who's side are you on?

Heaven and its egocentric gods	18.2%	[ 2 ]
Hell and its power hungry demons	54.5%	[ 6 ]
Earth and the pathetically unaware humans	27.3%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 11 ]

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Nisha was JUST able to keep herself from sneering. My luck has finally caught on! Two birds with one stone, Lucifer. "Hi there, I'm Nisha Mersai. I'm just here for vacation!" She faked a rather bright personality and smiled lightly. Wait...he thought he whispered that. Damn rookie mistake! Lucifer is going to burn me to a crisp if I lose them.

[fourguardians]

"My name is Anthony Dale. I'm a violinist," Anthony told her.
"Where are you from? You have a very unnatural accent," Anthony looked at her.
'How did she know that I whispered those words? Very suspicious,' Anthony thought.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Nisha faked a laugh, "Haha, I'm Russian. Though I've never been called 'unnatural'. Did we do THAT much damage?" She laughed again and inwardly grimaced. I HATE jokes. I swear....I'm going to go insane.

[fourguardians]

"I've met the best violinists in the whole Russia and played in their symphonies. I've never heard that weird accent of yours," Anthony looked at her suspiciously.
"Tell me the truth," Anthony told her.
'Simply a very bad act,' he thought.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Nisha almost frowned, ALMOST. "Okay, so have to move around from foster parent to foster parent. I'm hear because of that. I thought you guys would be cool to hang out with," She paused and sniffed pitifully, "but I guess not." Hook, line, and SINKER!

[fourguardians]

"Tell me exactly who you are. You are a very bad actor even an 3 year old boy would have known that you are lying," Anthony sighed and took off his glasses. He started to polish his glasses.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Nisha's face went from miserable to twisted in no time flat. "Ha, you're not as stupid as I expected." She smirked evilly and laughed. "Though knowledge can't always save you!" I'll just tear him to shreds....but not here. Too many mortals to witness.

[fourguardians]

"Who the hell are you?" Anthony asked coldly as he put his glasses back on although he became nervous after hearing her evil laugh.
'A demon searching to destroy you.... ...' An answer echoed in his mind.
'What do I do?' he asked himself.
'Run for your life!!' another answer echoed loudly.
Anthony grabbed his violin and started to run in blazing speed that a human can't even follow.
'How can I run like this? This never happened before,' he thought but still ran.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Hn, I love it when they run. Nisha jumped onto a near by rooftop gracfully. She effortlessly kept pase with Anthony, jumping effortlessly from rooftop to rooftop, and laughed again. "I've got your scent boy! Even IF you get away, I'll find you!"

[fourguardians]

"Not a normal human at all," Anthony muttered and increased his speed twice faster and jumped to a high building. The ebb of air did not frighten him.
"Why do you want to kill me, demon?" he questioned Nisha.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

"Reasons are trivial. You shall die today. Whether your question is answered, depends on how well you scream!" Nisha laughed maniacly. But she had to be careful. She couldn't afford to turn into Intrepidus at this point in time.

[fourguardians]

"I will not scream like any other human would," Anthony told her and put his violin down and his glasses onto floor.
He jumped towards Nisha and made a kick towards Nisha.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Nisha dodged swiftly, not a hair out of place. "HA! You pathetic husk! You aren't even prepared to fight anything other than a weaponless HUMAN!" She spat on the ground in disgust and summoned her sythe with a brief murmur oof Latin.

[fourguardians]

Anthony landed on another building surprised at his acrobatic skill.
"I might be weaponless but I am not stupid like you, demon," Anthony grinned.

[13SaMmYaNtHa13]

Nisha hissed as her face became more demonic, her left hand nails elongating. "Fool, demons don't DIE! And we DEFINENTLY don't get 'exorcised'." She made a deep noise and a red band of light came from the slash of her sythe.