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The skies were beginning to darken with ashy grayness. A chilly breeze colden the air. Soft clasp erupted from within the billowing clouds above. Far in the distance yellow colored streaks could be seen shooting out of the heavens. Father sky must be angry with such thrashing and rage. Somethin must've happen over in the east.
Animals scurried into hiding as they felt the wraith of the Father. Only the murmuring of the crows caw caw could be heard. It seemed perfect. The rage of the Father Sky with the ruler of hell the crow. Something really terrible and destructive must've taken place in the east. Why in the east you may say? How would you know it happened in the east?
Because that was were the storm was first starting to brew. Days ago it had started. It was only now that the raging screams could be heard from the Father Sky. Much like that day those many years ago...eight years ago. If you closed your eyes and let the world around you envelope you..you could hear the voices.
The faintest whispers singing into your ears. A female voice....a mothers voice. You know she was speaking, weeping for the lost, the dead...the forgotten. Not in words...you could not make out the words. Her voice sounded more like sounds but unlike any you have heard before. You couldn't point what sounds they were what words they were.
High in the wilderness within the rocky mountains that seemed to climb ever higher. There was a cliff that the world opened up too. You could see everything of the world from that cliff. And upon that cliff. A shadowy figure stood. That shadowy figure.....was Reaper.
Standing at the very edge one single pushed or nudge could send her falling to her death. Today was different from any other day though. The clothes the assassin wore were not of an assassins at all. But of a lone child that had been long forgotten in the history pages in the world of man.
Black steel hiking boots were tied up to the tops of her ankles. Upon those boots on the outer side facing the world was a blood cross. Rising from the boots up the legs to come some what low on the small waist were the black fine pants. On the outside of those on the sides were also blood red crosses. From the beginning of the pants at the waist down to midway to the thigh was were it was laced up.
Then there was the matching black top that had a opening in the front to show off some cleavage. On the front of that was a blood cross. Covering her feninime hands were black gloves that only covered one of her fingers and then climbed all the way up to her small shoulders. On the back of those gloves on the hand was a blood cross.
Around her neck was a tight leather color that had in the middle a ruby cross. Matching exactly with the others along her clothing. Long jet black hair was let loose not in its usually braid. But just down that blue ribbon that was used to keep it in a braid was tied around her head. Making a bow on the top of her head down a bit tilted to the side.
That cold breeze that was coming stronger with every seconds came screaming across and over the wilderness. It screamed over her creamy body and through the strands of hair making it futter and wave like the tidal waves of the ocean waters around her. Reaper was not standing there. But the lost forgotten child the last of her people was standing on the edge of the cliff. This was......Teresa Diamond.

"..its a sign..isn't it?" Teresa whispered. "..I'm not suppose to settle down..have a normal life..."
Teresa fists clench tightly. "Why? Why will I never be allowed to? I even stop my search for Victor Delecroix so I can try to live my life!! How much must I give up!!?"
Is killing people for money to survive her only purpose? It didn't seem fair at all. She even managed to not molate herself for a full god damn week!! A full week! And still that isn't enough. THe urge to sink a blade into her was growing greatly. Her only purpose was...........to kill.

Pale could hear Reaper's chanting, but when she got like this it was best to leave her alone. If even Aes didn't know how to help her, what could she do?
She continued her walk, then sat down in a very familiar tree, thining about old memories, but more importantly, looking to the future.

What's the word? Oh yeah: Hoshit! Pale jumped back (which meant she jumped out of the tree and landed). "Kami? Oni? What are you? Have you come back, or are you something else using his body?!" she had seen enough 'resurections' to know to be careful.

Scared, she drew a circle around herself, once she made sure the aura held, she made another motion and a light glowing blue stick appeared. She used it to hit the ground, and a wave of energy came and rushed towards what might be Jay.

She stopped the rest of the spell for the "warning blow" she had put out. Of course, now she had time to think. "What? What did you say?" it couldn't be, really...she had seen him fall.

Pale walked back up to him. It certainly looked like him. But the part about the angel- "Then how did you survive?"