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The Demon wars had lasted ever since Unah had remembered. As a two year old child, her parents had left her in the care of another Angel to go fight off Demon attacks and had died as a result of it.
Sixteen years later Unah had grown into quite the graceful and beautiful woman. Her long black hair had been kept in a bun but some curls escaped and danced around her moonlight colored skin. Her calm eyes seemed wise, as if she understood all of the troubles in the world.
Clearly one of such grace and insight deserved quite a high ranking in the Angel society, and so she was given the responsibility of being the Guardian Of Heaven's Gates. A set of Gates that could be opened from anywhere and yet could not be seen by mortal eyes.
Of course many Demons yearned to get a hold of the means to capture her so that they could get into Heaven but, Unah was well equipped for attack. When in danger, Unah's large silver bow would appear and she could take a quite accurate shot at her enemy with a special attack she called, 'Flaming Arrow.'
Before Angela had been born, her mother had taken in another child that would be a major part of her life. Soon after, Angela was born and since then the two had been inseperable. Angela even got a job that required a partnership with Unah. Angela was the Angel of Death. When death called (and it often did) she came soon after to relieve the soul of the burdens of living and take it to Unah so that it may join the Angel population.
Despite the job being quite gloomy, Angela was a rather cheerful and young looking girl. Though just sixteen, she looked much younger than her actual age. She had red hair kept loose like her spirit and emerald green eyes that shined with curiosity.
Though a young girl appeared easy to attack, Angela was skilled in magic.
Corren though, was differen than the two. Just two years back Corren had come across the two at a ball. His mission was to destroy the ball but he was side tracked by the beauty of Unah and had fallen for her. Of course she had fallen for him too.
Soon after Demons attacked the ball and grew quite angry at Corren for his reluctance to attack anymore. They rejected him and soon after he was separated from Unah and forced to roam from town to town poor and in lack of good shelter. Occasionally he would destroy a village and pillage for food.
Until he had finally come across Unah and Angela once more and they persuaded him to travel with them.
Corren, though a Demon, did not look the part. He had blonde hair and lightening blue eyes. His sarcasm often made him the enemy of Angela but with his sword and the little bit of magic he could use, he could protect the two Angels from harm.... even if Unah didn't love him anymore.

(I love Corren)


Isiaia looked up from her reading, her azure colored eyes looking rather inquisitive. She stood from her throne, her pale blue gown making her eyes seem more luminous. She went to the package, undoing the ribbon that adorned it, and, with the raised part of the lid facing away from Lucidious, peered inside.

Almost immediately, she slammed the lid back on the box, hastily tying the ribbon and tried to attempt dragging the parcel to her bedchamber, her face nearly as scarlet as the draperies surrounding her throne.

"No!" she almost shouted aloud, then, lowering her voice, "Just..some items Kiyone wished me to store for her."

Struggling with the box once more, she hit an upturned cobblestone, as the box burst on its seam, spilling its contents all over the floor, and having Isiaia land in a heap upon the now crushed box. Numerous articles of clothing scattered upon the floor, most of them seeming like rags or veil-like material.

Isiaia's golden tresses fell in front of her now glowing face. She looked around, panicked, and realized the card that was on top of the pile had floated to Lucidious's feet, text side up. It read:

My dear friend Isiaia-

I think it's time you settled down, and what better way than to "trust" your advisor more? >:3

You'll thank me later!
~Kiyone.

"Is this the place?" Angela asked looking up at the large palace door in front of them.
Without answering, Unah stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"What do you think?" Corren said glaring over at the red head.
She answered him by quickly sticking her tongue out and facing back towards Unah in waiting.

"We're here for a visit," Angela said pushing her way cheerfully to the front. "Angel of De--"
Corren yanked her aside. "I don't think she will think to kindly on YOU visiting the queen," He whispered harshly to her.
"We'd like to pay the queen a visit," Unah said. "It's a quite serious matter regarding a rather large conflict that may effect her."

(I love Corren)
Had the dew fallen yet? Elevania sniffed rather sharply. It certainly seemed as though it had. Carefully the cloaked female crawled from the base of the large hollow tree and stretched in a cat-like manner before forcing herself to stand up. She dropped the dirtied white hood of the rather heavy cloak she wore and pulled her long silver braid from out of her the clothing as it had been bothering her, and all the while with her movements there were faint jingling noise from the random metalic trinkets she wore, such as her choker necklace with its charms on it and her bracelets.
Elevania gave a silent sigh and fixed her silver eyes on the treetops, ensuring that none of those accursed demons happened to be around at this time. Seeing none hiding in the trees, she continued to undo her cloak, feeling rather hot from as she was used to the climate in the mountains and not down here. How she wished it was snowing here like it did in the mountains! That would give her such an advantage over those accursed spawns of hell by allowing her to use her white skin and clothing to blend in with her surroundings rather easily. But no, she was stuck in a dark forest where she would surely stand out and being nocturnal was not going to help her situation at all. She was having such difficulty turning herself around to be awake during the day.
Elevania finally turned and fetched her scimitar from within the hollow tree only to sling her cloak over her shoulder. How much longer would they be fighting? While her people were not techinically angels, they were possibly the closest race to being angels without wings and hence they had aligned themselves with the angels.
While the question of how much longer the battles would go on for lingered in her mind constantly, the main one that was bothering her was where should she go now?

((Corren: I hate you, making all these people say something so stupid.
Me: *Cling*
Angela: Your just mad cause she won't make Unah say it.))