Soul corruption (Anari) mature

[daimon]

Daimon's eyes were cold as he walked the streets, The bruises he had obtained by the lycan he had fought yesterday had finally subsided. His crimson coat fluttered in the wind as he walked, his hair contrasting against the moons light.
The darkness had overwhelmed the street.

He was looking for another soul to corrupt...
A female preferably... How he loved corrupting the innocent.
He smirked as he walked past fewer and fewer people... very few peopled walked through these streets... fear crowded the mass population.

Daimon was looking for more fallen angels to join his Organization... The 7 sins were growing fast. Daimons eyes were soft blue now as he looked up into the sky. "Whos there." He asked softly without looking back... He felt the presence of someone... different.

[emiko]

Anari had to admit, the streets were disgusting and slightly disturbing as well. It was dark out and Anari had to admit she was slightly frightened, but she was sure she could talk her way out of any situation thrown at her. If not, running was always an option. Anari wasn't a fighter and she tried to avoid it in any way possible. She didn't quite enjoy being in the city, she realized. The Pier was her favorite place to be, but she couldn't stay there all the time. 'Perhaps night time was not the best time to come wandering,' she thought, but part of her was slightly nocturnal. She enjoyed the moon shining down on her. She was somewhat hard to see in the dark, wearing all black, but if you were a creature you might have better eyes to see her with. She was pretty, honestly. The shapeshifter was aware of her beauty, too.

One thing she enjoyed about it being dark when she wandered was that the people were slowly creeping off to go to bed. This meant less humans were out and less likely to engage her in conversation. She felt paranoid walking here, though, feeling eyes on her. Of course, she may have just been thinking she was feeling those looks, but she refused to look up and check. People's thoughts were so cruel. Not that she would know, she could not read minds, but she figured they had something mean floating around. The weather was nice, showing that she was in a good mood. There were a few clouds in the sky and they seemed to reach out to the moon like hands as if they wanted to pull it to away and leave the streets in a blanket of darkness. They slowly walked before the moon, though, casting darkness over everything below for a few moments before crawling away.

Anari enjoyed watching these clouds try and overtake the moon, but she was distracted by a voice. Someone before her speaking. Before her was a Black Angel, one she had never seen. Anari never really associated with these beings, but she figured there was a first time for everything. "Anari," she said. It seemed she had been following him unintentionally. "Sorry to have disturbed you," she whispered, her voice low and soft. She seemed slightly afraid, but nothing more than usual. Her eyes were on the ground as she stood still, not wanting to make him think she was really following him.

[daimon]

He was in front of her in a flash. His eyes softer blue then before. His hair blew lightly as the wind passed. His eyes were soft as they peirced hers. He had heard her voice, a innocent voice... one that had a hint of fear... soft... and it was obvious by her voice her character and personality fell in place in front of him. "Anari, lovely name." He smiled sweetly his hand moved under her chin bringing her face up so their eyes met completely.

He was corruption and sin in its purest form. He looked completely angelic as his black wing was now hidden inside of his crimson coat. The slender black angel's eyes were older then anything else about him, ancient in a sense. His handsome face glew in the light, his skin very lightly tanned. His crimson hair fell in front of his forehead giving him a softer red glow.
He was extremely handsome and seductive.

His scent flowed through the wind... It was freedom, it was the scent of fresh water, the scent of salt of the ocean and the scent of the air of the mountains. He was the escense of freedom yet the escense of every sin that went through a mans head. He was with everyone, in their soul corrupting them. "Anari, I am... Daimon... A simple angel." He lied... He was a fallen angel... He had given up his seat in heaven for earthly pleasure, sex, money and controlling earthly beings, it was fun.

[emiko]

She flinched as he moved before her, already beginning to form her words in her mind, should he decide to rape her or something much worse. Her gray eyes peered into his blue ones, searching for something in them to warn her of his intentions. She was finding nothing, though, and tried to look away. "Thank you," she replied in the same tone as before. His compliment made her smile, she was glad to receive it. This man before her was so beautiful. She felt immediately attracted to him and it wasn't quite normal for her. She found herself wanting to touch his hair and her face went red from the thought. 'So strange,' she thought turning her eyes away from him.

"The moon is beautiful," she said, studying something off to her right. She wasn't really sure what she was looking at, but she knew it was better than looking at this man. "Though I have to admit, these streets hardly do the darkness any justice," she added thoughtfully. The way she spoke suggested that she thought she held a bit of status, though that was not the case. Anari may have seemed like she thought highly of herself, but the only thing she thought highly of was her beauty. She took another moment to look him over and she found his eyes to be something she wanted. He seemed so angelic and...perfect? She wasn't sure how to describe him, but that seemed to fit the description.

Another thing that kept her attention was the way he smelled. Strange that someone could actually have such a scent. It reminded her of being in her harpy eagle form. The freedom of flying. "Daimon, you say?" she asked politely. An angel. A simple angel. "Pleasure to meet you, sir," she said nodding her head to him and taking a step back. This wasn't because she was afraid of him or didn't want to be near him. It was more because she felt rude being close, though they were not so close in the first place.

[daimon]

"Do not allow such things to keep you from your desires... You fear your own lust... You ache with sin..." Daimon approached her now his hand reaching out touching her cheek. "If I make you feel uncomfortable please tell me." He whispered. He always said this to women, they always seemed to find him so attractive... He was perfect in every single sense of the word. "I have existed since the begnning of time, in the hearts of so many." his voice was soft and gentle as his hand lightly touched her cheek.

He gave her a feeling of peace as his eyes met hers.
"Do not fear me... I swear to you on my honor that I will not harm you nor any lady."
He whispered. "You see as a angel I see so many corrupted and it truley does give me a horrible feeling in my soul... You are quite innocent Anari." Daimon smiled sweetly.
"There is very little sin in your heart, yet I do feel that you are attracted to me even now.
"Do not allow your knowledge of the world to let you fear me." He smiled as his hand slowly broke from her face. He often did this, lightly touching someone to leave them wanting more. His skin was cool to the touch as he looked into her eyes.

[emiko]

"Ache with sin?" she asked, curiosity in her voice. The small creature in her wanted to run off, the bird in her wanted to take flight and attack. The other animal was calm. She was confused now, unsure what to do. His words seemed so strange, almost like she couldn't hear them. Like it was impossible for him to be here. She felt like she was in a trance-like state. The hand on her cheek was cold and she felt as though it shouldn't be there, but she didn't move it. She allowed him to touch her, but she would stop if his hands decided to wander. 'What is he trying to do?' she wondered. "Have you?" she asked, as if she didn't believe him. "In my heart?" she questioned. She didn't usually speak so much, but now she couldn't keep from talking. The lycan she had met before had not even gotten her half as curious as she was now.

She could feel what he was giving her, peace. He was telling her not to fear him and that made her throw up a shield. "What good is your honor?" asked the paranoid shapeshifter. She didn't believe him now. 'Why would he ask me not to fear him? Even if he knew I was afraid, why would he say it?' she wondered, her mind racing. She was struggling here, wanting to get away and wanting to stay. He was now telling her she was innocent and she smiled, nodding. Sure, she was innocent. He could feel that she was attracted to him? She shrank into her shell. Had her emotions had a door, she would have slammed it in his face. But even within her shell, she peeked out. She didn't like that he could see that she was attracted to him. His hand fell from her face and she squirmed inside. "I do not fear you," she lied, eyes narrowing as she looked up at him.

[daimon]

"Good for you should not fear me, had I wanted you dead you would be... My true name... Is Sin... You know what sin is... but not who sin is... I am... sin." His eyes darkened slightly.
"I am in the lives of every mortal... Every single human, every single demon, even every single angel... I am with everyone...Most people can not fathem that." He mused. His touch breaking from her. "You have sin, so I know you. I lurk in the hearts of everyone... including you." The dark angel smiled sweetly.

"I Inform you because it is not your darkest hour... yet your darkest hour draws nearer with each breath you take. There is nothing to fear in me, love... I am but a angel." He smiled sweetly. "Why is it you reserve your emotions... I see it in your eyes, I have lived since the beginning of time and have been in the hearts of so many that I grow acustomed to hearing the cries of humans. I was at one time a Archangel... A warrior of god, and now I fight only for my own ambition.

"It is my opinion that this earth is far more fun then heaven." He mused sweetly still looking at her. "Do you explore your emotions? Or do you hide from that which speaks to you?" His voice was rather curious. He did his best to speak to everyone at least once... and influence them.

[emiko]

He was sin. He didn't want her dead, or so he had said. She didn't believe that. He wanted something, she just wasn't sure what it was. He was drawing her back in, now, but she struggled this time. His eyes darkened and hers grew harsh. "I never asked for this," she whispered, her voice a little less soft than before. This encounter was going differently than she had seen it. "I have never met you, you can not know me, I assure you," she said, straightening up and trying to regain her control. The clouds were getting heavier now, threatening to show a nasty side it was not showing at the time. "My heart is not for lurking," she said in a way that asked him to stop acting like he was there. As she thought about it, she found it impossible for him to know her, for him to lurk in her heart as he said.

"An angel?" she asked, laying a hand on his chest and staring deep into his eyes. She was jealous of his beauty, that was one thing she could not stand. She ran a finger through her hair which was kept up in a ribbon. The bracelets on her wrist moved a bit as she did. Today she was wearing shorts and the scar on her leg was only showing slightly. She wasn't feeling very self conscious about it at the time. Her name fit her well, it would seem. Her name meant desired, and many men and women desired the pretty girl. She pushed against his chest and looked down. "You should have stayed with God, angel," she said. She wasn't wanting to upset him, but she didn't think he should be so proud of fighting for his own ambition. Or maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

She kept her eyes off of him, on the ground now so he couldn't see. In her eyes he would have seen her thinking, wondering, curious. She wanted him badly, but she wouldn't admit it. "My emotions are none of your concern, sir," she said politely, regaining her composure. She didn't want to speak about her emotions. Did she explore them? She wasn't sure and she didn't know that it mattered. "I wouldn't see heaven as boring," she admitted, thinking it had to be a nice place. If his intention was to influence Anari, he was doing well. There was a struggle inside. She was paranoid, but at the same time she found this to be an opportunity to make a new friend.

[daimon]

He smiled lightly. "You see thats where your wrong... Everyones emotion is my concern... for I invented human emotion. Do you truly think their is any emotions without sin... Without me... You would have no emotion. You would be a slave... No freedom, love." He whispered as her hand touched her chest. He looked at her, she was perfect in a sense, beautiful in her own way. He longed to touch her cheek again, just to feel her skin. "Heaven is very boring... No freedom... " He smiled.

"You see... In sin... I give you freedom... I know you because I have been in your heart since your birth, as I am in the hearts of all the corrupt..." The black angel was beautiful as the light shined off of him giving him a look of pure serenity as though he was perfect. His crimson hair fell in front of his forehead, and he looked softer.

"Forgive me, I didnt mean to tell you all this, it was a mistake of me to do so. Its just you seem like the type of person that feels they are slaves to their own past... I want you to know, That within your heart is not evil... then again without evil can good exist?" He mused.

"Do not be so afraid of me... Dont you feel like you know me? You do know me... quite well... I am the voice in your head that says Rebel, I am the sadness that lurks in your heart from your past... and I am good things to... I am the joy you feel when the air hits your skin... Sin... in all its glory." He smiled cutely.

[emiko]

Freedom. He was appealing to the one thing she wanted more than anything in the world. To be free. True, she wasn't a slave, but he would understand the need for freedom, if anyone. 'Without sin, would emotion exist?' she wondered. She thought about this for a moment. 'I suppose it wouldn't, would it?' she questioned herself. Was he being truthful? Her eyes were still down as she went over this in her mind. Anari was not stupid. She was thoughtful and liked to get things right. "Heaven has no freedom?" she asked, a question more to herself than Daimon. Would that be the truth? No freedom in heaven? 'I thought heaven was freedom...from here,' she thought. Her father had once told her that they were living in hell. Wouldn't that make heaven freedom? She wasn't going to ask.

He was telling her he had been there since her birth and she was beginning to believe him. He seemed to be telling the truth. How could someone so perfect lie? 'People lie. They are cruel,' she reminded herself. There was no way this angel could be as perfect as he seemed. Was it possible? She looked back up at him and felt her heart leap at his beauty. He seemed so soft, so kind. But she couldn't allow herself to trust him. Not yet, maybe never. There was really no way to see if he was trustworthy. You could never tell with people. Her father always told her to trust no one. Even her own mother betrayed her.

"Perhaps it was a mistake," she said thoughtfully. "It is strange to hear you talk as if you know me. But you are correct about one thing, whether you know it or not. Good can not exist without evil. We would not know when something was good if we did not experience bad things," she said. She didn't know if he spoke about things he knew nothing about to sound smart or if he really knew what he was talking about. The way he talked seemed as though he had seen everything and knew more than he should. This was something the shapeshifter didn't understand. If he had been around so long that would make several things boring to him. Was he just bored of living life the same way? Maybe that "freedom" he was looking for was actually amusement.

"Are you bored, angel?" she asked quietly. Apparently he knew many people. Even her. "I do not feel as though I know you," she said, humoring him. He spoke of the sadness she felt from her past and she tried to block memories of anything that could be seen as sorrow there. Was he a mind reader? Was that why he seemed to know her? 'No, many people want freedom, if not all,' she thought, her hand moving to touch the cross at her neck. He was good for making her think, if nothing else. Though she felt so close to him already, it frightened her.

[daimon]

"If you wish, I will turn my back and leave you... dear... until your darkest hour when I return to corrupt your soul... as I do the lives of so many... I am ... sin." He spoke it again. "You are incorrect, there is no good without evil... Why do you think satan exists? Why do you think the fallen are so important....

"You see there are chioces and without those choices we are all slaves to the good source that made us dear." He muttered sweetly before reaching out bringing his hand to her cheek. His touch was wonderful and gentle against her cheek. "I have lurked in your heart... It is strange you do not know me, or perhaps you are lieing to yourself. You dont feel close to me?" He asked her sweetly. Slowly his black wing sprang from his back.

"The fallen... Made freedom... Freedom is the ability to do anything you wish... No laws no limits... So there can be no such thing as absolute freedom... If you serve darkness or if you serve light... Is that the case?" He asked sweetly. "I have lived since the beginning of time... I was born within the heaven you so love... and was a soldier there... A archangel."

His voice was sweet and soft as his hand still touched her skin.
"Do you wish me to leave... or have I made you think? Have I made you want that freedom? Humans and earthly beings do not deserve freedom until they have died.... They can not exist here and be truly free unless they understand the ways of the world... I could give you freedom...

[emiko]

"You seem so sure of yourself, Daimon," she laughed. "What is your intentions?" she asked. He was sin. Continually, this would be brought up. She turned her head into his hand, placing her hand on his and moving it up his arm. "In my heart, hm?" she said, wanting answers. "What did you find in my heart, doll? Besides sin?" she didn't want to answer the question of whether or not she felt close to him. If he truly knew her, wouldn't he know? One black wing came from behind him and her eyes darted to it. It was strange that she had not notices before, but even he did not belong here. His beauty was misplaced. The one wing seemed to fit him. The darkness seemed to be his friend, but Anari was still so unsure about him.

"There is no such thing as freedom," Anari said, disappointment in her eyes. Only part of her believed that she could not have the one thing she longed for. Freedom could mean anything to any number of people. Her eyes showed her innocence as they met his. She almost looked lost there, so small and quiet. She had yet to raise her voice, only losing her calm once. The clouds had moved, allowing the moon to shine down on them once more. She wondered what it would be like to be an Archangel. Why had Daimon given it up? Maybe there really was no freedom in heaven. She shrugged off her thoughts and sighed.

Her skin was tingling where his skin touched it. "I want freedom," she admitted. She smiled sweetly. "But I will find freedom on my own," she added as an afterthought. She didn't want him to leave, but she wasn't sure how he could give her freedom. He said he could, and she believed him, but she wasn't sure what was in store for her if she asked him to give her the freedom he was offering.

[daimon]

His lips were close to her cheek now.
"I know your heart very well... and your words as you speak them are filled with longing for that very freedom which you claim to believe not to exist. Beautiful Anari..." Her touch was gentle against his... His seductive voice was soft in her ear... his eyes changed darkening.

"For so long I fought for peace and men... and all have turned their back against what I have done... For so long I have slain demons... yet how many demons truly deserved to be slain. They were little more then fallen after all... Yet why is there not a angel that hunts me down and kills me." Daimons voice was soft and seductive.

A strange magic flowed over his hand. He was closer to her now... Softer and purer then anything she had ever seen... His words in this statement wore true, beautiful and heavenly as he spoke. "There is no such thing as obtaining freedom on ones on... I never gained my freedom on my own... I used thousands of humans to get it... I use billons to keep it." His voice was soft as his lips was next to her ear.

"I feel your heart... Feel mine." He gave her his hand placing it on his chest... the only warm spot on his entire body... was his chest... In the middle of his ribs... the Heart did not beat... but it was warm. "Warm for those I used... So long as sin exists in the heart of one... I shall live." He mused sweetly as his eyes peirced hers. "It is true freedom... To not have a master... To have no Morales or any code of law that limits you... I have none..." He mused.

[emiko]

Her heart skipped a beat when his lips moved by her cheek. She smiled when he said she was beautiful. A second compliment, this time on the way she looked. Her heart rate had picked up now. She continued to tell herself in her mind that freedom didn't exist. But he knew already that she wanted it. His voice was seductive in her ear and she felt weak. She didn't know how to escape from this and wasn't even sure that she wanted to. She enjoyed being around him. It felt natural. She stayed close to him, enjoying being there. But he was so cold. Her flesh was warm against his. Her hands dropped to her sides and she listened to him speak. What was this he was saying now? Her eyes narrowed.

"So you intend to use me?" she asked, reality coming back as she felt everything she was paranoid about coming into the light. 'This is his intention. He wants to use me,' she thought, but she didn't move. She wanted to hear his reply. The tiny girl was slightly upset, but the weather wasn't changing. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to be used, that's all she knew. "Using people doesn't appeal to me. There seems to be a difference between us. Maybe I am strong enough to find a way to get my freedom," she whispered. 'Unlike you,' she added in her mind. His lips were by her ear and she was shaking now, having problems keeping her mind on the topic at hand.

Her hand was placed on the warmth on his chest. There was no heartbeat in him, unlike her own body where she could feel it beating. It was her life. She was alive. His heart was gone, it seemed. She wasn't sure why it was not beating. "You would think your heart would be cold as ice," she said, a bit of amusement in her voice. She curled her fingers up into a fist against his chest. She stared unflinchingly into his eyes. If he looked closely, he would see a war going on inside. He could also see which side was winning. She wanted her freedom, but at what price?

[daimon]

"I use everyone... In a sense without you and every other living being I wouldnt exist." He muttered sweetly. "You use me to... Without me you would be a slave to that which you find so dear. Imagine... not being able to sin... Never able to have any choices... for sin is choice... Every time you have sinned or not done what you were told... You used me... It is not in anyway either of us hurting the other, its a beneficial relationship, love." He whispered gently his lips against her skin now.

"I shall do as you ask, I certanly do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable... I find you beautiful, do you not find me at least a little bit handsome." He smiled slightly now.
"In this we acknoledge something we like about each other, dear Anari.
"You see choice makes freedom... Choice is freedom. There is no such thing as slaves... Because to be a slave is to have no choice... they can chose to fight and die, in that aspect they are not slaves... Just as everyone is free... "

"Because of me... They are free..." His voice was soft and seductive in her ear.
"Yet no one ever thanked me for that freedom... " Her hand against his chest was warm
He smiled. "Why would my heart be cold? I love so much... I love life in general, Dear anari." He whispered seductively.