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"He did it knowingly?" he asked, wondering just how much the demon love his daughter. The demon didn't stir as Draven wondered, it probably knew the angel wasn't in the mood to kill. 'Must be the weather.' Draven decided, glancing up to the night sky, aside from a few clouds, he could see the stars sprinkling brightly over the dark sky. Draven was a moody person, even a regular night like this one had him shrugging and calling it boring. "I can't say that I believe in that, I think that those that have hurt, deserve the same treatment... I don't think it's right to be hurt and just...." he paused, searching for the right word, Draven was the type to get even, not let things go, "Forget it... " he said, finding the right word. Draven understood forgiveness, but it was impossible to forget something that hurt.


He glanced at the pocket where the bloody cloth was, he didn't know if dried up blood would work. "It's painful but I'm afraid It wouldn't seem right to off the pain, I deserve at least some pain..." he admitted with a sad smile, "Though you could have my blood." he added, not bothering him to give his blood. Worst he could get was a bad spell sent his way, he was immortal, he could probably out-live it anyways. While it was increibly painful to summon and dismiss his wings, Draven knew he deserved much more than that pain, he'd caused more to others before.



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Draven nodded, shaking away the thought that Evangeline's death would probably be the one to most hurt him. Draven didn't know much as far as parents went, he didn't have memory or his childhood or if he was just created instead of born and raised, he'd been alive far too long. Draven tipped her head to the side in time to catch a glimpse of evangeline vomiting blood, "That's part of your curse?" he guessed, he wasn't good at making others feel better and didn't really know what to do at a time like that. Most people would ask about her well-being or would say something soothing, though the girl was probably immortal, he doubted it was something that would kill her. Draven nodded when she explained her thought on pain, "I believe in an eye for an eye." he stated, "How are you suppose to feel better about the pain when you're hurt and the person that hurt you is in perfect condition?" he asked, to Draven, the demon was serving time, just as he himself was.


Draven watched the demon girl curiously, she didn't have anything to thank him for, she must've caught on by now that her siblings were dead because of him. "If you wish to... though, you have nothing to thank me for." he answered, returning the smile, he usually hesitated to smile but the demon girl seemed harmless. Draven looked away from Evangeline when she'd said that no one deserved pain, it reminded him bitterly of someone he usually wished not to be reminded of. When he'd finally brought his eyes back to look at her, she'd smiled brightly his way. She was probably in a lot of pain, her nails drawing blood from her own skin, but she was still smiling as if it were the happiest day in her life. "You're quite an odd one for a demon, there's angel blood in you?" he asked, it was more of a guess but he'd never met a demon that acted of spoke that way.





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Draven nodded when she explained it, understanding but still, not knowing if he'd make the same choice. As an Angel, it was easy to think of what was right and good for others, now, thinking of the right thing to do was difficult and carrying it out was a task. It wasn't that he was incapable of good, he just didn't want to do it. He knew it was true, there was a constant darkness in him after his first kill, but that wasn't something that consumed him... it it were, he'd stop by now, 'Wouldn't I?' he wondered. He couldn't remember back to his first kill, he was so full of rage, there was no space for thinking of what was right... he hadn't felt bad afterward either. Angels slayed demons, it was natural, he had done what his race had done for decades... maybe the way he'd done so was what had been wrong.


"Makes sense." he admitted when she told him that he mother was a dark elf, she didn't seem to be a full demon. He wondered why she thought she hadn't inherited beuty from her mother, but just sat quietly, watching her start the spell. After all, beauty was in the eye of the beholder, while he did consider her beautiful, it didn't mean she saw herself as so. When Evangeline held her hand out for the cloth, he got up from the boulder and neared her, pulling the bloodied cloth from his pocket and handing it to her. He didn't go back to his seat, just stood there, watching the girl focused on the charm, wondering why she'd even want to ease his pain.







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Draven watched quietly as the demon girl chanted under her breath, his eyes detouring to his blood for a while before focusing on the girl. Inside him, an angry demon worried about his daughter's kindness and how easily it could cause her harm, specially in the fallen angel's company, he was a ticking time bomb in the demon's eyes, not nearly as controlled as Draven thought himself to be.

His eyes again left her as she closed her eyes and drew a knife on her own hand, drawing blood from the wound. He wondered why she went through the pain of drawing her own blood to ease his, but he guessed she probably had some incredibly innocent or angelic reason for doing so, she wasn't like the usual demon.


When the spell had been done, he quietly stood still as she'd asked him to, his eyes on the girl as she stepped behind him and out of his view. He was concious of her fingertips grazing his neck as she tied the string, the weight of the locket and it's still warm surface. When he turned to face the Demon,he glanced down to the gently glowing locket and then at the girl, listening closely to the instructions, nodding when she'd told him how to activate it... it was an odd-fitting code, being that Draven didn't consider himself much of an Angel. "I must thank you for the locket and going through the trouble of..." he started, motioning her just bandaged hand, "That for me." he finished, not that he deserved the good treatment, but he was still thankful for it.

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Draven eyes the pieces of metal decorating her wings and ears, wondering why she wore them all, though he didn't feel like asking. He chuckled, shaking his head, "Though if you add it all up, including the curse, you'd probably beat them by a landslide." he pointed out, crossing his arms over his bare abdomen. He shook his head again, 'She's unbelievable.' he thought to himself, "Believe me, for both your job, pain and good wishes, a thank you is the least you derserve." he said. It wasn't until Draven had said it that he realized how out of character it had been, Draven wasn't the type to be nice or care to make someone else feel better... he didn't want to start now either.

His light blue eyes strayed from the demon girl, his sudden change in character bothered him, he didn't enjoy the feelings that came with goodness. Regret, agony, sorrow, caringness, they didn't attract him. Draven hadn't caught sight of the shooting star, too busy staring down at the dark soil beneath them, sorting through his thoughts, trying hard to ignore the laughing demon whose soul was bound to his.




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The angel watched with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the girl's wish had been but also wondering what it was she had been looking for. "What is it?" he asked, wondering what it was that she'd lost. She looked perfectly happy minutes before, now she looked worried.

Draven neared Evangeline, glancing around he floor and then at her, being that it was night time... it would be be difficult to spot anything that had been lost... specially if it was small. Draven hadn't noticed the missing piercing, specially since there were so many of them, but guessed it was probably something of value from the girl and scanned the ground once more for whatever it was.




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Draven had caught sight of the earring just as she had jumped in after it, he'd stepped forward, for some reason about to help the girl out when she'd come back up. When she'd landed in front of his, this time wet, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Quite an important ring you've got there..." he mentioned, meaning the ear ring she'd done so much to get a hold of.

When Draven had realized the Evangeline was still wet and in the cold night, he couldn't help but wonder if she even worried of getting a cold. His silver eyes stayed on the water she'd just come out of when he spoke again, "You should probably go home and dry off... you could get...sick." he explained in paused statements, unsure if he should even point it out. Draven wasn't one to care about others or help them, 'It's just repayment.' he reminded himself. He wasn't sure if she even lived close by though, 'probably not...'





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☽[/color]"Depends who you ask. To us, the originals, It's Nyx Land... to them-" Draven paused, nodding towards the direction of Magia Terra, "Magia Terra." he finished with a sigh. The Nyx Land had been less chaotic without the light creatures there, it was more controlled, the Heirs were more powerful. "I couldn't tell you about the sky during the day..." he started, staring up at the cloud-less sky, "Though, most night are like this." he affirmed with a nod.

A small smile sat on his lips, "It's a complicated little world." he admitted, though it was feeding him all the negative energy he needed to rule and get his revenge. "Do you plan to stay?" he asked curiously, wondering if she was planning on trying her spell again.


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