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Exaggio
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 6:19 pm


This is a first person RP. These are difficult to do if you're an inexperienced roleplayer. Remember to be descriptive, and the only reason I have a word count, is because when you do first person, it's very easy to slip on the word count.

Consider this a challenge to your creative abilities.

Now for the story...

Basically, there is a war going on between the Demons and the Angels. You can choose to be either as well. Both have the ability to traverse to the human world if you wish. As well, consider the underworld being filled of different types of demons, trying to get by, but the overworld (divinity) is trying to push them deeper and deeper, trying to claim their territory and take it for their own. Angels know about the battle with the demons, and demons know about the battle with the angels. So if you feel like being someone who had a friend who went on the mission (see next post) you can refer to it. Those missions arn't in secret.

As a little forwarning and to help get the story started, my character will eventually be going to the human world. It is normal for demons or angels to parade around disguised as humans. But please refrain from bringing the battlefield to the human world (for now).

I am also using the premise that demons are fallen angels, banished to the underworld for doing things against divinity, from helping humans, or from plotting against other angels in a fight for power.

Granted, I don't know much about angels and demons in general, so I'm just going to improvise it, and try to make it coherent. smile So just hang in there and bare with me.

Also, to make it easier since this is first person, make everything past tense instead of present. That will actually make it a little easier to post.

If you want a little bit of reference and if you've seen it, think to the movie 'Constantine'. Only instead of the war being on the human world, it's somewhere inbetween divinity and the underworld.

Good Luck!
PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 6:31 pm


I sat alone. The darkness around me my only comfort. I looked upwards only to see more darkness, the void that surrounds me. Many of my brethren now fallen due to stupid mistakes.

I'm the only one left...

******

Fire and explosions erupted around me, my wings spread, trying to keep me in the air. It was supposed to be a smooth operation in the middle of the night, but something went wrong. Someone was tipped off of our plans. And now, we were paying for it dearly.

Our plan was simple. The angelic stronghold was to be infiltrated in the night and destroy all those who resided within that did not bear the mark of one of the fallen. We were to kill all the angels, as an act of revenge for those that cast us out, that cast us down into the charred and burnt land below. But somehow they found out.

As we approached the fortress, shots rang out in the night, lighting up the sky and exposing our small team to the brutality that was considered due for us.

It's ironic though, that in this age, even angels and demons both used such crude methods to slay one another, or attempt to.

My wings, along with most of my body, black like the night sky. My tail, metallic blue which had small spikes that protruded up along my back to the nape of my neck. My hair, short and crimson, with two horns, one above each ear poking through. And my friends, with me.

Another explosion rocked the air, nearly missing one of my comrades. We swooped down, attempting to dive below their divine cannon range. We didn't turn back, we were to continue on with this plan, and see how far we could get. If we turned around, we were as good as dead anyways, for the rest of the angels would be able to get the word out that we were on the offensive again. Basically, it was succeed or die, maybe even both, but there was no way we could turn around while this fortress was here.

I used to be one of them, an angel that is. But I didn't like how we were supposed to leave the humans alone to their own ways. "They must learn how to survive on their own, or they will never be able to take on greater tasks ahead of them."

Bullsh*t. "Greater tasks?" I didn't like the idea of someone playing around with others' lives.

We were slightly above the ground at this point, all of us extending claws to take out those arming the cannons.

My close friend since I entered the human world, disguised as a human to try and help them, Tytherial, took the lead. He was a very good friend of mine, and he wanted to make sure that if any one of us survived, it would be me.

The divine creatures were trying to re-aim the cannons to such low altitude, but weren't fast enough. Our small group of fifteen hit them head first, our claws slicing into those that were meant for the first line of defense, taking out the cannons with them.

******

I looked at my hand, covered in angelic blood, knowing that I doubt I could ever be taken back. Our plan succeeded, but only I survived. This wasn't the first time I've been out on the battlefield, trying to fight my way for something I believed in. But this was the first time that I was the only one to survive.

The night, starless, as was all the nights in the underworld. The angelic beings always trying to push us back, push us deeper and farther down so they may claim this land as being their 'devine territory'.

******

When I returned to what I call 'home', I went to the elders for my debriefing.

Standing in the all-to-familiar meeting place of the elders, I waited to be addressed. I stood in the center of a circular room with a horseshoe shaped desked with seven elders sitting, all facing towards me. They were hidden mostly in the shadows, their faces unable to be seen due to the darkness, but it was obvious that they were wearing elegant robes of many different colors to show their status.

"What news do you bring for us, Havithe?" Asked the one in the center, the one straight in front of me. This was the elder known as Reathial, one of the first to defy and become one on the offensive.

I made my face as emotionless as I could, "We were successful." I reported.

"And the others?" Reathial asked.

My face showed sorrow for a moment before I spoke simply, "Gone."

There was silence as the elders took this in. I knew it was a dissappointment to them, but they also knew there would be sacrifices.

After a few long minutes, Reathial addressed me again. "Havithe, it is good news to hear that our plan succeeded, but it brings us just as much sorrow to know that we lost so many good warriors to this."

There was a murmuring of another elder who sat next to her, whispering something in her ear.

"I assume that you know the reason for the failure?" Reathial asked.

"Yes, I do." I replied, my face not able to withstand the emotionless look for much longer.

"Then I leave you to that task." She replied before dismissing me.

I turned, and left the room. My teeth in a tight clench, and my eyes turning to thin slits as I reached outside.

"I *will* find the one who betrayed us..." I muttered, the claws in my right hand extending in anger.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 6:38 pm


Another day, and I was sitting on the grass and enjoying the pleasant, blue sky. A long time ago, I would have considered standing up and doing something, but at this point in the game, it hardly mattered. The war went on above and below, and those who opposed were killed, either by the enemy or by their own ex-friends. That's how it worked out, and I knew it from nearly the beginning when my first pleas for change went unheard. Oh well, it hardly mattered by this point. Closing my eyes against the sun's glare, I tried to remember Heaven the way it once was and the glory it had served.

"Sinner!"

The word alone made me look up, and for a second I was back among those cast down to Hell. An angel had proclaimed then that we were all sinners and that we no longer had a place among the angelic kind. The thought itself was hard to swallow, but it was true enough. We were sinners, and would always be so in the eyes of the angels and the humans. What difference did it make now that we had feelings? And for that matter, did any of us any more?

As it happened, the speaker was a homeless man who was yelling at an audience of gaudy dressed teenagers, but my interest was piqued. Rising from the ground, I stretched and headed in his direction. The sun told me I still had a few hours to wait for my friend, assuming she was done with all her apologies by the time the sun set. Thank God, I was not stuck with her duties--and, yes, I still say thank you to the Lord, even though His greatest and best no longer care.

Slowly, I approached the speaker. Almost at once I knew he was old, possibly over fourty but not old enough to receive welfare just yet. He had a beard of a few days and clothes that still carried stains from several of his previous meals. He smelled of humanity and a mixture between alcohol and cigarette smoke. It was not surprising that his words slurred a little or that his walk wasn't quite steady.

"Sinners," he boomed. "All of you. Livin' your material lives. You know nothing of the world's suffering. Nothing of the battles Jesus fights for you you every day of your miserable little lives."

I shook my head and glanced at the ground below my feet, seeing my sneakers there as well as the dewy grass. Silently, I contemplated his words, so close to the truth and yet so far. One of the teens dropped the elderly man a dollar and they all bounces off, giggling and laughing about the "crazy loon". Slowly, I walked over to the stranger and sat not too far from his feet.

"You know," I said softly. "The truth's much worse than that. Much worse."
PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 6:58 pm


I wasn't sure whether or not I would find the betrayer among the other demons around here, or whether or not the betrayer would flee.

I had searched all day, going to different bars and other establishments that people gather at only to find clues that lead nowhere.

About the only lead that felt like it would actually lead anywhere was that the betrayer was a demon and had escaped for the time being to the human world.

From what other demons were saying, he never really adjusted well, being cast out from above. He had always tried to figure out a way to abstain from fighting and seemed to like hiding out in the human world to avoid demons and angels alltogether.

I let out a sneer as I made my way through our outpost that I had launched my mission from. I knew about the rules about not bringing the battle to the human world, but for a demon who would act like a friend, only to stab one in the back, that was unforgivable.

This demon I was hunting, always tried to find a way to get back into Heaven, coming up with ideas that if he were to bargain with the ones above that they may overlook his mistakes. But he failed to realize that once you become a sinner, you're always a sinner. His attempts would be in vain, only to get more of us killed.

I had no choice but to stop him, even if it meant breaking the rules. I'd rather give up my life than to see other fellow demons killed.

By now, I had made my way to one of the portals that was used to traverse between our outposts and our main city. In a few minutes, I would be in a city and then slip into the human world to continue my search there.

******

I came out of the underworld in a back alley in some city. I chose to change my form slightly while in the human world so as not to draw attention to myself. Basically, I chose a look that would let me look like my demon form, save the wings, horns, and tail.

Concentrating on my sense, I tried to search for another demon around, but couldn't find one right off.

"I need to find higher ground..." I said, looking up the sides of the buildings I was between.

Jumping from building to building, scaling it quite quickly with my long dark coat trailing behind, I made it to the top. Reaching in to pull out a pair of sunglasses so as not to hurt my eyes, I slipped them on.

Looking out over the city, I guessed from previous teachings that I was somewhere in New York. Too many emotions of people in the city making it hard for me to find a fellow demon.

"Perfect place for such a betrayer..." I growled as I continued to survey the landscape from my vantage point.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:11 pm


Soothing the human being turned out to be a little harder than expected, but finally he settled calmly onto the ground and listened to me speak. When I finished my story, he seemed more saddened than angry. Softly I finished, "And now some of us beg for entrance to Heaven while others fight on in a never-ending circle of destruction. In comparison, your life is short and sweet. Better live it for all its worth."

He smiled at me the way a child smiles at a fairy tale. "Are you really such a horrible creature?" he asked me quietly.

For a moment, I chewed on my lip, then nodded. "My name is Tam," I told him, failing to mention that my full name was a lot longer and uglier than that. "Here's some change. You'll find it especially handy."

"Thanks," he said with a grin. "You sure are damn nice for a demon."

I shrugged thoughtfully. "What else is there? I'm a sinner."

Then, I rose and walked to the edge of the park, glancing all about me, at the stores and passerbys. Tammaran--it was a long time since I heard my own full name spoken, but then I hardly ever spoke to demons anymore. My reflection glanced back me from a store display, dark hair falling down my back in slow waves. Red eyes seem to examine me, although they belonged to me. The clothes were typically human, the shape looking hardly more than a teenager. The eyes were a dead give-away, though, if anyone cared to look.

Shaking my head, I started my trek up to the down town area when I felt another demon, like a pull of the familiar against the completely alien. Almost at once, my eyes travelled upwards in search of the source of the feeling. I couldn't remember if any of the portals were in the area, but it certainly seemed possible.

People walked past me on the concrete streets, but I hardly noticed them in my search of the skies. My hands in the pockets of a loose pair of jeans, I contemplated what to do about this feeling, but nothing presented itself. Oh well, I figured that the other would also know of my existence, and if he or she chose to seek me out, they could. Perhaps, it might even be a friend. Perhaps...
PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:21 pm


Not being able to pick up any determinable sensations of a fellow demon, I jumped back down into the alleyway that I had spawned into this world from.

I think the building I was on top of was around twenty-five stories tall, and as I fell, I extended the claws on one of my hands slightly and dug into the wall of the building as I neared the ground, slowing my descent enough to land without too much problem.

Walking out from between the buildings, I entered onto a main street, busy with many people, none of which I was getting any sensations that they were demons, just mostly mixed emotions from anger to sadness, as well as happiness and frustration. No demons here.

But as I walked along, I noticed one small folly I had made. I happened to be quite tall, around seven feet tall. This made a little bit of notice around me, but I dismissed it. I couldn't be bothered with small problems with the fact that a real sinner was among these people.

I tried to hide my emotions, but I know a little sneer crept across my face and stayed there, as I made my way down sidewalk on the side of the busy street.

I heard about New York many times, and that it was full of angry people; always cursing each other before any courtesy would be issued. This would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I would need a better way to search for this pretender without causing havoc and chaos amongst the humans and without using any of my demonic abilities.

From what I've learned, I also knew that New York I could blend in best. I probably could have even entered this world without needing a disguise and I probably would have been left alone, passed off as some punk or other street thug.

I had no choice, I would have to wait until nightfall before I could make my move. At least then, I might be able to use my wings then. Until then, I would just scour the city on foot and see where I end up.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:32 pm


The feeling vanished as quickly as it had come and I headed in the direction of the taller buildings, just kind of wandering about. If my friend wanted me, she would find me easily enough courtesy of modern appliances, and until then, I had absolutely nothing I needed to do. To be honest, I missed the peace and quiet of our small apartment, but the next-door neighbors weren't fond of having me there without Kristy, so I tended to stay away during the day.

Here, this close to the main business district, the alleyways were dity and the older buildings were slowly beginning to fall apart. The decay took a while, and as Kristy had once explained this lent dignity to the buildings, but to me they just looked old and worn out. I was about to turn a corner when I noticed something rather startling.

At first I thought it was just a very tall human being. After all, that was vaguely possible, but then the feeling returned, and I couldn't help but open my mouth wide. My hands strayed out of my pocket and into a defensive gesture, reminding me yet again that I had no way of defending myself.

Another demon here? Why?

From what I knew, the wars raged on out there, but I hardly cared about the endless struggle and chose to stay out of it. Demons no longer cared about the humans they tried so desperatelly to protect--the ones for whom we'd all fallen, and I readily accepted that as the natural course of action. So, seeing one in New York City was surprise all in itself.

Someone bumped into me, and softly I said, "Sorry." The man muttered something under his breath, but I totally ignored him and focused on the demon again. Do I know you? I couldn't remember, but then again, much of the past was shrouded in mystery for me, and as Kristy said, it was for the best.
PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:43 pm


Crossing a busy street, I happened to look out across the seemingly hundreds of people that filled the district and caught the sense I was looking for.

Another fallen, another sinner, another demon.

It couldn't have been this easy. No way would finding a needle in such a haystack could have been this easy. I took off my shades for a better look and could definitely sense that this young human was a demon. It looked like a teenager and I couldn't see it too well due to the other people, but I didn't need to.

At this close proximity, I could tell where he was just by sensing him. A smirk came across my face as I mouthed the words, 'I found you' towards him.

He was in a defensive pose which confirmed my suspisions all the more. This was the one I was looking for, the betrayer, knowing that I had come for him.

A growl escaped my lips as my face twisted back into a sneer as I started trying to worm my way through the crowds of people crossing the street.

I could feel his aura, and made no mistake that this truly was a demon. I couldn't take flight, even though I really wanted to. I wanted to bare my powers here and now, forgetting about the innocents that surrounded me. But I knew the punishment would be worse than death if I did.

Instead, I decided on using abilities that normal humans would think were natural in this world. One of which, would be a small tremor.

I knelt down in the middle of the crosswalk and placed a hand, palm-side down on the middle of the street. I wouldn't be able to do much in this form, but I would be able to start a small earthquake, just enough for people to feel it and hopefully rush to cover. I let some of my energy through my hand and into the earth. Just enough for a distance of a couple blocks, no more, for even I wasn't powerful enough to do much more.

As the ground started shaking a little, people started to panic, and running to cover. Some ran under trees thinking that would help, and some ran into the nearest building hoping that somehow that would shield them from the ground shaking. But either way, it had the desired effect.

It cleared a path between me and him, and as the people ran for cover, I bolted in his direction, extending the claws on my right hand slightly.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 7:53 pm


I sighed at the tremor and said loud enough to be heard, "What's your problem anyway?"

It wasn't diplomatic, but it was the best I could come up with considering he was causing a small earthquake in NYC. Not your average, common, every day thing. With something like a sigh that was part eagerness to move and part confusion, I dodged out of the way of the claws, and rolled with the wall. It hurt like hell, especially since I couldn't heal any of the cuts and scrapes, but it beat having nails stuck in me, just by a little.

"Whoever you are, Sinner, you have no reason to attack me," I half-yelled in his general direction, stumbling away. "I've caused no harm to you or yours." Just in case he was out for revenge over lost love or something quietly dramatic like that. Most demons weren't into the whole loyalty thing, but I had proof that the rules didn't apply for all. Kristy was a prime example of that.

The humans were scattering everywhere, and I knew for certain that the human version of law enforcement--thank no God at all for the mistake names the New York Police Department--would not show up until there was nothing here but rubble. Humans tended to be afraid of the bizarre, and this qualified.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and turned to look at the demon before me again, muttering something like a curse under my breath. Bad habits, like cursing, affected me as much as anyone else, though for Kristy's sake I tried to keep what I said as clean as possible. She knew best, but then again, she did investigate the stranger aspects of life, so I wasn't too surprised. I, for one, wouldn't want to wake up some ancient voodoo creation with a few badly placed choice words.

"No harm to thee or thine!"
PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:02 pm


The other demon spoke a few words that I wasn't able to make out clearly due to the panic. My first attack missed, as he dodged it and rolled out of the way.

As I walked up to him, I reached down with my left hand and picked him up, pinning him against the wall behind him, inching the claws from my right hand closer to his face.

"Reason?" I asked, "What *reason* I have to attack you?"

I threw him aside into the ground. "Don't mock me! Because of you, many died yesterday, and many more will keep on dying as you try and bargain your way back into Heaven!"

I slowly came back upon him, and knelt down, my face inches from his. "He won't take you back for bargaining, don't you see that?" I tried to make my voice as acidic as possible so he got the idea. "By betraying us and telling them of our plans, you're only shortening your life."

I extended my claws as far as they would go, their tips almost touching him. "You are the real sinner here. Any final words you wish to leave with me to give to the others before I finish you off?"

As much hatred that pumped through my veins at this point, I would at least grant him the belief that he would have last words, knowing that I wouldn't tell them to anyone.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:08 pm


Final words? Well, I wa about to die, or something so close it hardly made a difference. For a moment, my mind wandered and asked itself if it was even alive by any standard, but the thought more or less passed on. Kristy's patient face floated in its stead for a moment, but I had a distinct feeling that I wasn't going to see her again. Oh well, demons never give up so easily.

"Look, I haven't been away from Earth for decades now. Even you should be able to tell that I have neither the strength to do it nor the know how," I said quietly. "But, if it will make you feel better, I will pray for whoever you lost, probably after death."

At the same time, I focused on gathering what little power I did have on slowing down time. It hardly mattered to me what happened. Death was just that. But there were humans here, and for their sakes, I needed to make them stop. Coming closer would get them killed right along side me, and that was no good. Kristy made me swear never to harm them, so be it.

My eyes met the other demon's, sad and a little frustrated but not angry. Again, I saw only my friend's face when she smiled at me with so much love, even though she was human and I was something out of her nightmares. Forgive, she always urged others.

"You're forgiven..." were my last words.
PostPosted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:20 pm


"You're forgiven..."

I heard those words and they echoed, rang in my ears. Seeing the look in his eyes instantly made me retract my claws and change my demeanor instantly.

All former hostility dissappeared as those words repeated themselves over and over in my head.

I looked at him blankly. He said that he hadn't been away from earth in decades, and even said he would pray for me, after death. This was not the betrayer. For being a demon, he sure didn't act like one. If anything, he still acted as though he wasn't a sinner. As though he was still up there with divinity.

I noticed that time was slowing down around us, and realized that he was having great trouble doing so. This couldn't be the one who betrayed us, not the one who caused us so much loss. This was someone who was just trying to go unnoticed.

I stood back up, the anger completely washed away from my face as I extended a hand out to him as to help him up.

I spoke calmly and slowly. "Even though there is a war going on, and those that don't fight are usually killed, I hold high respect for those that have been able to escape the torment of fighting. Even I have that much humanity, or what's left of it, to not harm one who seeks solace in such a harsh environment such as this, this human world."

I had made a mistake. Trying to kill one of our own out of cold blood, without reason... That would have been far worse on my conscience than killing even humans. I could not kill a brethren, even if not directly related to me, for I still saw him as a brother, or a distant cousin.

"Please accept my apologies." I said, kneeling onto one knee, trying to show nothing but remorse for my actions.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 5:45 am


The claws let go and for one sickening moment it looked as if the other demon would strike. I didn't dare look away, but the concrete felt rough under me, and all I could really think about was dissapointing Kristy and failing my duty to humanity. But, the claws never returned, and in fact the other demon was speaking.

I blinked a few times, confused, as he offered me a hand, and then simply kneeled. Escaping the war was not anyone's intention, certainly not mine, but in the end I had chosen to watch over people rather than battle beings I once called brothers and then enemies. I saw angels on earth less often then demons, so what did it matter.

"Well, if you choose a life of war and then convince the younger generation that there is nothing else but war, how will they know otherwise?" Kristy had once asked me.

And my answer had been that they would not know, but that they would still have to seek their own experiences and make judgements based on that, no matter how misguided it happened to be. Idly, I wondered if my attacker felt the same way, like there was nothing out there but the war with the angelica. Dod he even remember wwhy we were sinners? Somehow, it hardly mattered.

Gingently, I sat up, feeling my head swirl all too uncertainly. What strength I'd been using to keep time stil land the people away from us slid away from me like a small wave, and the passage of precious seconds returned to normal. Almost immediately, the sounds of all things human assulted us both, although I was having a great deal of trouble making out what they were saying. Funny, but we were not too unlike these beings, just as worried and uncertain about the future; we were also made in the same image, after all.

"Appology accepted," I said quietly and passed out, having run out of that precious energy that gave demons life. Kristy would not be happy.
PostPosted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 3:47 am


I saw the demon disguised as the young man faint shortly after mumbling something as the time around us returned to normal and the sounds of panic dissappearing with the last of the shockwaves left from the minor earthquake.

Standing up quickly and looking around, I started seeing some people pointing fingers towards the unconscious figure before me, thinking he was hurt in the earthquake. Acting quickly, I picked up the younger one and tossed him over my shoulder--the last thing we wanted was some sort of commotion and attract attention to ourselves.

Making my way through the mostly still panicked people, I sought the alleyways between the buildings, hoping that it would provide some shelter from the crowds. I was glad that my little stunt had caused enough of a stir to keep people from prying, although my height did make me stand out quite a bit.

I kept to the back alleyways, trying to get out of the busiest parts of town and closer to the less crowded parts to find a little bit of respite. It took me a little bit, but I actually found a little bit of sanctuary under a highway bridge where a few bums were taking a rest. I got a few strange looks from a few of them as I laid the younger one down.

I sat down next to him and tried to rise him to no avail. The sun dipped behind a cloud as the day grew late. Sighing and knowing it was no use until the fellow demon woke up, I looked about, my mind lost in thoughts and questions.

Why was he here? Why was he in that form? Surely he knew that his powers were weakened incredibly. Why did he bother to slow down time to save all those people? Granted, I shouldn't've been that aggressive and shouldn't've acted recklessly, but he took it upon himself to save them.

My mind buzzed with questions, seeking some sort of answer, but knew it was going to find any answers any time soon.

Exaggio
Vice Captain


Jeremiah BrightWaters
Captain

PostPosted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 6:45 am


The first thing I heard, even before my eyes opened, was the sound of the small cell phone ringing in my pocket. It vibrated, too, making the pocket jump a little, which looked remotely strange. I knew because I had seen it before, and even with my eyes closed, the picture came to mind. For a human male, a vibrating cell phone in that pocket was probably damnation in itself, but I never considered it a problem. Vaguely, because I was still half out of it, I guessed that the phone was Kristy searching for me. For a moment, I struggled to open my eyes, but finally gave up that road and reached for the cell phone blindly.

At first, I missed the call because I hadn't reached the phone before it stopped ringing, but then it started up again. One eye half open, I pulled the small metallic object out of my pocket and half tossed it at the other demon, who was still present. Sighing, I prayed that he would open and speak to Kristy before she really had a panic attack. I tended to pick up on first ring because only she ever called, and I was usually waiting for her calls by the time she actually rang.

I still felt like I had been run over by a large truck, but the feeling was slowly subsiding, and instead came the notion that I had drained way too much of strength I didn't exactly have to begin with. Well, Kristy wasn't going to like it one way or another, but at least it was for a good cause.

I could hear people talking in the background. One of them sounded vaguely drunk, but since I didn't know where we were, it was possible. Whereever it was, the place had some degree of shade, or maybe it was just dark outside. Probably the latter, given the phone call. As the thoughts formed more coherently, I opened one eye and looked up at the other demon. The phone went through ringing again.

"Pick it up," I mouthed, not up to talking. And, I prayed that Kristy was in a good mood.

Once she had said, "Tam, you are going to get yourself killed trying to be good to others." But I had this sneaking suspicion that she'd be the death of me, instead, or a rabid demon.
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