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Far from holy and devine
Far from holy and devine
No matter where he moved, Sateen mirroed him. As if she were his shadow. Each time he would try to attack Sinn, she would be infront of him. Like a personal sheild. And she was not going to move. Her face was calm, sweet, and almost expressionless. He yelled ot her, telling her that this had gone on long enough. She lightly placed her hand to his face. Loveling petting it. Enjoying the pain that he felt as she felt it too. Another perk from the darkness. Now she felt their pain when she wanted to. And she wanted to while she was the one delivering it. She started to electrify him. Sending deep shocked into his body. She could feel that he was going to move, she could see it in the fear that was swerling within his eyes. As soon as he started to move, her nails dug deep into his fleash. A smile, warm, and beautiful came on her face at the soft cry in pain, though her eye twitched.
She didn't look away from him, her eyes, dark like the darkness around and within her. Dark, all but for that small silvery white ring that was her ireses that was the small amount of light that was within her heart. The light that couldn't even brighten her eyes. That was how much darkness was within her. She leaned down and kissed him, not letting him move away from her. She wanted to kiss him, it was still something she needed. Not that she would ever say or think this alowed. Her mind still not being safe any more. She felt his love, and gave her own love back. Though it wouldn't stop her from distroying him if she can.
She felt him trying to push the light back into her, her ireses widening slightly, but that was the only affect it had on her. Making her into more of a hybred, where she was half and half. It was easy to see it too...well..not for humans realy. It only shown on her eyes, but she didn't mind it. Wouldn't care if Sinn saw. This was her thing. And she was going to make the best of it. Her curse, and her blessing. Sateen blinked when she heard the chuckles from Sinn. She could feel the darkness that came with it, though it didn't touch her light. She still didn't look away from Markus's eyes as her free hand took hold of her dagger. As soon as his wings started to move, she pushed it into his chest, making sure she hit vital organs. She felt it in her heart when he did, though she only twitched slightly. She still looked into his eyes when he spoke. He started to move. Only, this time, she let him. She kept her back to Sinn as scilent blackness started to build up in her eyes. Tears, though they looked different then before. Like her angelic blood, her new denomic tears, were different. They had a slight gold color to them now. She kept still as Sinn laughted and struck Markus. She felt that too, but she didn't move.
She watched as Markus started to let the dakrness fill him. Her face became confused. Her eyes focusing on him and the darkness that he was letting fill him. She twitched her head when she heard Sinn speak to her. She had forgotten that he was there. She felt an obligation to do what he asked. She looked down a moment. Her chest tight as she readied herself for what she was going to do. She touched her left hand over her shoulder to touch her back tatto that was of the Katana. She felt the darkness poured from her and made her weapon. She moved it from her back to her side in a quick movement. A small sound, like a small sonic boom came from it as she slached the air. That would tell anyone how sharp and strong the wrapon was. Strong enough to cut the air in half and show it.
Her face was as expressionless as it could get. Almsot dead looking, though her eyes shown another story. The only reason why she kept her back to Sinn. She didn't want him to see her eyes. She twitched again when she felt him pulling her dagger from his chest. She tilted her head a bit, wanting to see what he was going to do with it rather then take it back with her very will. She knew it would be shocking him no end untill she said for it to stop, or until he droped it. And because neather happened, the dagger would continue to hurt Markus more. She looked as if she were walking on the air. Her wings moving under her like a dark cloud but still keeping her up none the less. Her katana still held out at her side as she felt the bones on her bare feet. She didn't move close to him, but kept still on the building. Her face confused and her head tilted to show it. Her back, always to Sinn. Even if he moved, her back would be to him. She could hear the clinking. And it only confused her more. She saw the dark gold blood start to pour from him. She took a small step closer to him. Not noticing the dark gold and black tears that fell like a small streem down her face. As soon as the dagger was droped it shattered and its form returned to her upper leg in its tattoo form. she froze, not hesitation, froze, when Markus stood up and she saw the hole in his chest. Sending another wave of fresh tears down her face as she looked to him. Her expression no long blank, but riddled with pain. She didn't take the orb of golden light, she only held her hand out and it hovered in the air. The Katana vanished back to its tattoo form.
Her lower lip and chin quivered as he kissed her. Pressing her own lips to his in a none harmful kiss. He would feel her love as the last thing he ever felt. And she did love him. She told him, that she would always love him. She wasn't lieing about that. Even now, she loved him. Only she hated herself. Because she was the cause for his pain. Her head shaking in a 'no' kind of way. As if to tell him to keep fighting. She watched as he fell before her. No long did she his her sadness. Her shoulders shook as she cried. Watching him fall. It didn't take long before she lept off the building and dove for his body. Striking any other fallen that even came near Markus's corps. Screaming when one tried to stab it as it continued to fall. She went faster then it, burning every fallen around her that dared to come near. As soon as she was able to, she cought Markus's body in her arms. By now the Fallen kept away from her. Knowing full well that a woman angery or upset, is not a woman to try to mess with.
She held Markus's corps in her arms. Holding him tightly to her. His heart still in the building, hovering in the air for Sinn to take. But there was one thing more she had to do. She was not going to behead him. She didn't care what reaction to her actions Sinn would have. And she didn't care. She kept Marku's in her arms while passing Sinn. Looking to him with a hard expression. Her eyes, though still streaming with her tears, would hold a darkness to it, but a lightness as well. Making sure Sinn looked right to her. Her eyes would tell him that she would take the punishment for this. She didn't care. She looked forward again as she left LA. The odd mixture of light and dark that radiated off of her scared off most Fallen, only a few tried to come near and snatch up her Markus for their own doings. She would only have to look to them and they would start to writher in pain from the electricity that moved within them. Though Sinn gave her the abilities over the ark lighting. She used it to enhanse her own gifts. No longer did she had to touch someone to hurt them. She only needed to look to their eyes.
She continued to fly until she reached the Angel's heaven. A wall of angels greeted her with weapons and hard faces as she landed. The patch of grass darkening and growing all at the same time. She could hear them as they spoke ill of her. She could see them as they started to advance. Her tears never stoping. She only held her head high as she wated for them to attack. She wouldn't let them kill her. She wouldn't let them near her. Though her darkness wan't what made them stop. It was a voice. A high saprano voice. Ringing with purity and faith. A small angel walked out from the crowd of angels who were all willing to kill Sateen. "Don't touch her, please." She spoke out to the group. Her voice soft, sweet, and musical. Sateen looked to her, her face that was once hard to the group, soften a moment before becomeing the face of a woman in loss and morning. Sateen fell to her knees with Markus in her arms. Her face pressed up to his chest as she started to sobb into the whole in hsi heart. She felt something stroking her hair in a soft and loving way. Though the angle was indeed that of a child. She was one of the strongest there was. Not an angel moved right? What angel didn't listen to that of a child?
After a few minutes of Sateen crying into Makrus she looked up to the angels. Tears still streaming down her face as two walked closer to her. She knew they wouldn't hurt her. The little angel assured her of that. She didn't fight back, but called her darkness to move inside of her so it wouldn't hurt them to much. She let the two angels take Markus's body from her and move it back inside of the room that they had been in only hours befor. As soon as his body was out of her sight, she stood up. Looking to the little angel, she nodded her head, her face still stiched with pain and sorrow. The angle moved back so Sateen's wings could open and push her up into the air. She felw slowly, back to Sinn and his building of bones. Slowly, so she could adjust her face back into the expressionless state. She did, though the expressionless features didn't manage to touch her eyes. She didn't look to Sinn, she only closed her eyes a moment and she moved back into the room that Sinn had made for her. Sure, Sinn could easily get to it. She wouldn't care if he did. But any moment alone, she could hold onto it as long as she could.
She went into the room. It was fixed as soon as it was broken by Markus's light. She sat down, pulling her kees up to her chest and wraping her arms around them. She lighlty placed her head on top of her knees, her left hand moving to grasp onto the small golden tear that she placed onto a chain. She held it to her heart and she felt his love again. As soon as she did, she started to cry again. Her cries wouldn't be heard out of the room, so unless someone was inside, they wouldn't know what she was doing. Even then. She moved so she was on her knees, bent in half. SHe held the tear drop and chain in her hand, holding to her as her arms wrapped now around her middle. Gasping as she cried and every once in a while, screaming with pain and anger. Her right hand would be in a tight fist infront of her as she screamed and cried for Markus. Holding her from withering completely on the 'floor' of the room. Yes, though she was a fallen, an angel, darkness and light; more so of the darkness. She cared for Markus, and now was morning his death. Her tears formed into a puddle beneath her. She wouldn't care what Sinn would do to her after this. What he would make her do.
Nothing, would cause her more pain then this.
Nothing could be more painful, and nothing could be more evil that she would do.
Nothing, could have affected her more then the killing and death, of the Arch Angel Markus.
The Angel that loved her, and the Angel that she loved.
She looked in a bad state. Her lips were cracked and dry. Her eyes dull and lifeless. Her hair lost much of its 'vibrent' color to it. Her skin was hardly as bright as it normally would be, but pale, and death like. She did not look to Genkaku, but to the figure that as being shaped out of the light from all around them. Her own figure small and patet, but not in a healthy way. If one looked close, her bones could be seen beneath her thin pale skin. Her breathing was slow and her heart was hardly beating at a rate that could keep a human alive for to much longer. Her voice was still strong however, inside Sateen's mind, however distant sounding, Constance spoke to Gen. "
He then looked over to the man on the white square. Riel too had changed over the time that the Shadows had grown. He looked older then he should. He and Shana had to fight each second to stay in themselfs. To not be taken captive by the nothingness they are locked inside each and every day. They both did nto knwo how much longer they could keep up. Their skin would have look faded and near transparent. Gabriel looked to Gen with no more patinece in his eyes. 
The Shadows had broken him of his eyes, but it took much power to do so. Shana had been easyer to brake, she had to many flaws. He touched his hand to the light figure, speaking softly as he was turned into light.
The shadows pouring in was her way of telling him it was time for them both to go back out to the real world. Her body was stiff in the room with Gen and Inju. A deep breath came to her, as if she was gasping for air, as she did this, her skin turned blue as she did in her mind. She pushed away from Gen's hand. Sliding away from him. Her body was colder then the dead. Her body not shaking to it however. She looked to Gen, her eyes wide with wonder. The only thing she could rememeber was seeing him in her mind randomly. She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. 
