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Rai felt nothing at first as he just sat there. Sighing lightly, he tried again. Shifting, he felt a unusual warmth flow from his body. It was an unnatural feeling, never feeling something like this before. He suddenly felt warmer as he bent his head back as heat flushed his face.

Focussing on the heat, he felt a warm wind blow through the church. the candles blew wildly as he continued to focus. Finally, he opened his eyes as a godlen light errupted from what seemed like a small tear in the air above his head. he felt himself pulse from the light.

"Apella!"

Suddenly the light went from warm to a soothing feeling. He found his body slowly mending and it's aches fading. He felt his energy return to him as the light stopped. He smiled a she jumped up, he already began to like this new gift. He wodnered what else he could do a she jumped up form infrotn of the church and walked out.

Cigertte smoke blew up softly in the evening wind
swirling,dancing,prancing upon the breeze. As that cigertte was brought up to rosy red lips,the colro of split blood,as if painted on them. She took a long deep drag from the death stick,leaning her back against the large grand entrance to the campus Chruch. She wore a Victoria style dress,with a large back of the dress,but very short int he front. Frills consiting most of the front that it only reached her midtheigh.The shirt had a corest style,the sleeves were msotly long straps.

Ellas hair was let down to flow freely like always,some of the red trendils slding down the front like swirls of red paint. She ignored the fact she was here,she ignored hte fact she was weaker when near a church. She ignored the fact she had been sitting around in the hideout she nad Joy had lived in for the past few days,smoking,barly eating. She ignored the fact that she hadn't rejoyced the fact Joy was taken into a deep dark void,she ignroed the fact that isntead looked up int he libary how she could get Joy out,nto that she did want,she ignored that too. Her eyes were ligthly hooded wiht her long lashes,as she ran things over in her mind,whys he was here. She lit a new cigertte,letting the odl one fall and be smushed by her boot. She had such a longer list,but these were one of the top ones.

As the daugther of the devil himself leaned against a church entrance,ligthing cig after cig,drag after drag. How long had she been there??Time had stopped,time was going by quickly.She had come here looking for someone,anyone,that was needed to get someone that had made her ignore alot of facts.

You hate her. You hate her with a passion. No one else has been able to make you as angry as she does. For some reason, she just really touches a nerve. So many things to hate…

You hate her because she’s clumsy.
You hate her because she eats more food than you do.
You hate her because she plays around all the damn time.
You hate her because she’s loud.
You hate her because she whines.
You hate her because she doesn’t whine when she should.
You hate her because she sings constantly.
You hate her because when she does, you think about your mother.
You hate her because she laughs, and it makes you feel funny inside.
You hate her because she cries, and it hurts you worse than the sword’s edge.
You hate her because she makes you hot, but you can’t touch her.
You hate her because she makes you stronger.
You hate her because she’s your weakness.
You hate her because you worry about her constantly.
You hate her because even when you left her, you didn’t really leave her.
You hate her because you hurt every time you think of her, and you don’t really know why.
You hate her because this feeling won’t go away.
You hate her because you’re afraid this feeling may not actually be hate.

s**t.


Two eyes shot open with this,gasping wildly,taking in too much smoke she started coughing harshly,leaning against the entrance more covering her mouth with one hand. Disgusted,mortified,surprised,and then more disgusted. Her eyes were wide,like a deer in the headlight,as a few red strands fell across her pale face.

Impossible,I don't want that idiot,who always was annoying,I used her,always had with not concern. I have no attathcment to her..she causes to much toruble,she can't die in that void either..so Im fine..I wont die..but..I can't... And before she knew it Ella had slipped into the Church,ignored the pain in her head, ignored the big stares from young low ranked pirests and pritestess,ignored everyhting,all the feelings,like she had all these centuries.

She knew who she was heading for,as she strode quickly down down the pews,her eys on that violet haired girl that Joy had talked about before,an angel of course with that aura. She was going to do what she wanted.

Resting a hand on her shoulder,her black tail tilted up Ai's head upwards so Ella could get a look at her face. So sickingly pure looking,so clean,it made her want to defile her and dirty her up with her hands. Ella
smirked,her dark red eyes bearing right into the angel,piercing with that look,her eyes were wild and needy though,filled with such differnet emotions you could drown in it,as her grip on Ai's shoudler tightened. "Bring.Her.Back."

Pitch looked up at the massive form of the church before him… and laughed. He had heard about this particular edifice and decided to stroll away from the playground, not to mention that it was habit. The clerical needs of society always amused him in a way that nothing else could. Wherever he happened to travel, no matter what he was doing or how much of a hurry he was in, Pitch always stopped by the local religious obsession to see what kind of rubbish the humans were so hopefully pouring their life and energy into. He chuckled again, remembering the outrage at cults developing throughout the world and that the only way these lost souls would be acceptable is if they accepted an “approved” religion, such as Christianity or Judaism, depending on the community. What they failed to realize and the aspect Pitch found so amusing was that all those religions are are large cults themselves. Shaking his head, he headed up the steps, to the front entrance. There was obviously some care taken of it, not to mention pride in it, so it was worth scoping out. He pushed the slightly ajar door and casually strolled inside, taking note of the brief sharp crackling to his left. He did not turn, as he knew exactly what it was: upon the lobe of his left ear was tattooed a black cross, though most people would have to look twice, and many mistook it for a sword. It was an inverted Gothic cross, but not overly extravagant, with a witching that caused it to crackle whenever a “divine” or “holy” presence was near. An observer would see small white bolts of electricity coursing through the inked skin for just over a second. He speculated upon the internal décor and what he might fancy.
Upon entering, however, what caught his attention was not stained glass or candles, or even a depressed Jesus tacked to a cross, but a conversation. Between two girls. With at least one making a move for the other.
“Well, that’s different.” Pitch said quietly, to himself, for the second time that day. Who knows where this one could lead. And, more importantly, who cares? Pitch did not. He walked straight past their little shindig, to explore the insides of the church. If either wanted to bother him, they could follow.

Another soul entered the church, attracting Pitch's attention from the not so interesting femme dispute. It was a male, but he passed too quickly for Pitch to catch most of his appearance. Watching the back of the newcomer's form, Pitch chuckled lightly as it performed a practiced ritual.
"Prayer." He spoke aloud, and in that one word was both contempt and amusement. "I wonder," again aloud, "if he finds his results as futile as the ritual..."
Pitch didn't particularly care whether or not this person heard his words, he liked to ask himself questions while others could overhear, occasionally they would have decent input... or pushed an altercation.

Ellas eyes hardened even more,were all angels this stupid and slow??If she didn't need her she proubly pull every last strand of long silky purple hair,then finally ripe off her head. She had that sweet inncoent look in ehr eyes,the same as Joys.She bit her lip,that stupid girl was making so muc trouble for her.

Her eyes scanned the few people in the church,the boys who passed them with little care,pathetic beings weren't they??Praying to a being they''ve never seen,heard,or even knew in the vaguest way. Why waste even a small momment of their short lives in this wretched building Ella would never know. But this wasn't the place to do what they were about to do,too many preening eyes.

Feeling her being brushed off,she wipped her own hand on her dress,turning her back,her hair blew back from the momment like leaving a trail of freshly spilt blood. Ellas face grimmaced,knowing full well the angel would follow for her,either her natural need to help,or curoisty,she hated having to associating herslef with such a being,it hurt mentally to be close to such a thing,and it didn't help she was in a church,her headahce was growing bigger and bigger by the minute.

But she was used to being followed by now,after years of being with Joy. You hate her because you’re afraid this feeling may not actually be hate. Hers hands gripped into fists,feeling her nails dig intill her flesh. ""Joy...tck." Walking up the stairs to the church head quaters,she took a last at the statue of the hanging jesus. Joy had fougth her with Kurai, she had been wathcing from the shadows at the time. Looking down at the purple haired angel,it was Ai wasn't it?Ai-y something as Joy had called her. Her eyes brows pushed forward,as she frowned deeply. "Well..hurry up baka.

It wasn't until more people came into the church that made Ai kind of.. feel wierd. And when they stared over at her and Ella, it made her somewhat scared, she doesn't know why -- maybe nervous was more of the word? But how can she be nervous when this was only a few people, but she wants to be a singer so she has to get use to all these people glancing at her. Also, Ai couldn't help but feel Ella's hatred towards her, was it because Ai is an angel? All naive and innocent like most angels? Thats kind of discrimination towards her, but then again, Feena is like Ella, so Ai is use to it.

Thats when Ella turned around and started to make her way up the stairs, where is she going? Doesn't she know thats the living quarters?! But- Oh! I get it! She doesn't want other people to get hurt! Ohh! So maybe there is some kindness underneath that ruble of cruelity! thought Ai as she smiled, but it was more like a smile for no reason at all. If you're going to be friends with Ai, you're going to have to get use to her aloof attitude.

"Ooo, I never knew this place got prettier!" she whispered to herself as she turned around from up the stairs, she never really noticed that the church was more than what it seems.

"Well.. Hurry up baka" Ai smiled uneasily, she doesn't like being called 'stupid' or 'baka' but it seems everyone is calling her that nowadays. Ai nodded and continued making her way up the stairs, her feet lightly making 'click' noises as it echoed throughout the qiuet church. But what was confusing Ai was why does Ella need help to bring Joy back, aren't they connected someway?

Lori looked arround the church, then back at Sukiyomi. She was very interested in her ever since she said that she wasn't human. "This church? It's for religon... people come here to worship the gods, or come here for protection from evil things.... I think....." she said and looked back up at christy, wondering if she was correct.

"Yeah, lori's right. It's a place of worship...." Christy said, sounding a bit uneasy. She's not human? But she looks like one... an android? Her voice sounds so much different from most... "I'm half human, the other half is demon...." she said after her pause to think. She took a step back and looked down at the floor for a moment, then lifted her head to glance at the church walls once more, and the people arround her.