Sins of eternity (open)

[daimon]

Daimon walked through the streets, his eyes colder then normal.
He looked as graceful as he always looked. His body was limber and stretched out from fighting earlier. How he longed to fight again, how he longed for someone who was innocent... To completely corrupt the souls of man.His soft blue eyes were delicate and shined brightly in the sunlight.
He looked extremely light, a true angel.

A inspiration for a Fallen angel, not just any fallen angel though.
Daimon was the angel that created sin. There was nothing that
he feared more then losing the sin which he delivered upon men
He had saved them from a eternity of servitude. How they
should love him, yet not many humans knew of him.
He felt someones presence near him.
"Speak or die." He smiled.

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

The midday sun was warm, beating down upon the blacktop relentlessly, devouring each and every puddle upon which it shone, adding to the humidity in the calm airflow. Clear skies, and without a breeze, the residents of the city seemed to be desiring to peel off every layer of clothing possible, yet the knowledge that it would still not be good enough kept several inside. Not many people wandered the streets today, those that could escape the city took to resorts and beaches to take in the suns rays with the option of swimming or perhaps just suntanning as they lay on their lawn chairs upon the sun kissed sand.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

No such luck here, Anastasia was on call 24/7. Currently off duty, yet fully aware that she could not pass by an act of violence of gang related activity without making a move to put an end to it, she took to the streets. The armored beast, the '69 Boss 302, was parked several blocks down in an underground parking lot to save her from crawling in to the blistering heat-licked leather interior when it came time to head back home. Perhaps she would find a location meant for relaxation on the weekend, explore a local hotspot along the beach, or even something as common as a park to kick back for a while.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

Taking to an alley which she had used on several occasions to jump from one street to the next, the shade offered a crisp caress from the otherwise ruthless waves of heat that coiled from the concrete below. Casual clothing for once, she had finally found a store with decent outfits near her new apartment, she wore a matching get up of black shorts and a tank top with a white dress shirt loosely hanging and unbuttoned down the center. She needed some concealment, what with always being armed, and yet the sandals she had purchased did not allow for ankle sheaths on this warm summer day. Surely she would regret it, but the other weapons she carried should surely do the trick if need be. What were two more knives when three blades and a firearm did nothing to save you? She stepped out on to the street, almost running in to a man who was standing with is back to her. His words caused her to narrow her eyes, but she spoke anyways, "Sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you.."

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[daimon]

Daimon turned his head to look at a girl who had been in the streets earlier.
How many days had he spent wondering the same area? He wondered this for a second but
did not find a conclusion. Daimon was absolutely graceful in his movements as he walked toward her.
He seemed to be an angel, and anyone would assume he was one. Few knew he was fallen... unless they had
seen Daimon become aggressive.

The sun showed down on the crimson haired angel as his eyes met hers. His eyes were beautiful blue, oceans in the mist of his soul, that showed only kindness. They were pure and soft and caring. They were orbs of affection in comparison to the rest of the dull world. He looked at her for a moment and then spoke, his voice was silky smooth and soft. "No, forgive me for threatening that which I did not see. I assumed you were a thug, they roam these streets quite frequently. I never meant to threaten a lady." He bowed his head slightly. It was obvious he was diffrent from the common men that dwelled the world.

He smiled, it was a softer kinder smile.
"Your quite busy... so frantic, it allowed me to notice how loose your clothing was, and that your carrying more weapons then I am." He mused. "Forgive me, I did not mean to give away your cover." Daimon's eyes peirced her with their eternal glow. They were forever enchanted. He was the sin of man, the bringer of darkness. Oh how droll and dark humanity made him look. lucifer was blamed for his crime, though lucifer had been his own pun. Lucifer commited sin, he did not create it. Very few were aware of this, and Daimon liked it this way. After all they couldnt understand without sin there was no freedom.

He smiled.
"Forgive me, Its always rude not to introduce oneself. I am Daimon... " He smiled.
Sin would have been a better introduction... His name was Sin.
He played with the dagger hilts in his coat, knowing she too had concealed weapons, he knew this because he could read her thoughts, as he could read the thoughts of humanity in turn. His soft blue eyes shown bright as he smiled and said. "Its strange to meet someone who carries more weapons then me... Weapons define the soul." He almost expected her to charge him... He smirked.

[poss]

It was Anastasia's job to wander the streets, however she was never on duty until after dark, allowing for her to go about her daily business as she found fit. To recognize her on the street would not be uncommon, for she took to traveling on foot in the daylight rather than in her vehicle, especially when the weather was so kind as it was today. Earlier in the mornings she could be witnessed jogging down the side streets, a form of exercise, and a way to have her presence be seen as less suspicious when scoping out the early light of day.

The man infront of her turned, a fluid stride that reminded her rather immediatly to being somewhat feline in nature. A dead give away that he was not some average jo-shmo. No man could perfect his stride in the way this man had in the short amount of time they lived on the face of this earth. Man would forever be clumsy, and tripping over his feet- or at least that is how Anastasia saw it. Her muscles grew tense rather immediatly when he approached her as her mind touched on such knowledge that he was not a human, yet she remained polite and nonthreatening in appearance. An angel perhaps? Anastasia wasn't one to try to land such early judgment, for it seemed that things were never as they seemed.

His kind eyes, and the very way he spoke allowed her to lighten her guard, smiling politely to him as he began to speak. His friendly bow only assisted her to relax. "Yes, this is a very popular area for gang members. No need to apologize, I am sure you would have received the same greeting from myself." He continued to address her, his interest seemingly peaked simply by having met heron the street in the mid day light. He mentioned her weapons, and her pace. Truth was, she was in no hurry, she just much preferred to move quickly- it allowed for greater experiences in a shorter amount of time. She raised a hand, smoothing down the front of her unbuttoned dress shirt absent mindedly. "A woman must protect herself from harm, in any means necessary." Ana was forward, her words spoken without hesitation. It never took an expert to see that she carried weapons, especially if the onlooker had witnessed any acts earlier this week. Yet something made her believe it was not just the fact they were not hidden as well as usual that allowed him to acknowledge their presence on her body.

Daimon introduced himself, and she followed suit with a gentle nod, her eyes remaining on his. "Anastasia. Nice to.. meet you, Daimon." It wasn't often that a walk down the street found you a good conversation, so lets not blow it just yet. His attention seemed to remain on her weaponry and she grinned lightly. "And in what way do you feel they define my soul, Daimon? Insecure, or never take no for an answer?" a smirk twisting her lip line as she shifted her weight while she stood infront of him.

[daimon]

He smiled lightly the beautiful girl was unlike most of the other women he manipulated and used so easily.
She was uncommon, different... The sun shined upon him, bathing him in its wonderful light. It was one of the creators better points, he mused to himself. He was perfect and that was a dead give away to any hunters who he was. Not even angels were flawless but physically he was to perfect, symmetrical and well shaped. Most men had many flaws in their bodies, he however had none.

He looked at her for a moment analyzing her, before he spoke again.
"Your correct, I would have expected a girl to become afraid when approached easily, however Theres not much left in the world for a man like me to fear..." He mused. his blue eyes were still peircing hers with their wonderful illumination. Soft, kind, Gentle, peaceful... His eyes shown that he knew heaven indeed. In fact he strove to outdo heaven. The women who he was with knew perfection in its greatest form. Him as a fallen angel was far more perfect then any other angel.

"Weapons define you because they tell me what you are willing to do. Most people do not carry weapons like us. " He pulled his coat back to expose 2 sets of Daggers, 2 pistols on his back and if you looked carefully you could see bulge in his pocket that appeared to be a type of grenade. He smirked as he put his coat back together. "However I dont beleive you carry those weapons to defend yourself... I beleive they are relative to another point and aspect in your life. Perhaps your a hunter?" He mused, the tone in his voice completely comical.

How many hunters had he killed over the years? 100s, all different in their own way.
He looked at her and his body seemed relaxed, it was his natural posture, he didnt seem ready to
spring on her, as she was relaxed as well. "People dont carry weapons unless they intend to use them, this is the rule of killing... and the rule of human nature. The 7 sins that control men are indeed fickle arent they, tell me.. what sins lurk in your soul." He whispered, lightly his hand reached out for hers. "nice to meet you." he mused.

[poss]

Perfection was in the eye of the beholder in most cases, however as Anastasia stood before this man, it would seem that even though her regular tastes in men were much different, that he was oddly exquisite. Interesting, however she knew after several years never to trust her eyes, she mused silently over what it was she was encountering here on the streets of the city beneath the midday star. Graceful, well spoken, yet there seemed to ab tint of evil present. If Ana were to take a bite of this poisoned apple, what would become of her?

A smirk played her lips with a wicked twist upon hearing his words, "I am not a simple girl who fears simple things." She announced, head tilting off to the side as she continued to look him over. She was not one to beat around the bush, and thus her following statement was rather blunt, and to the point after he spoke of a man such as himself, not having much left to fear. "A man like you?" Perking a brow before continuing, "Please, do tell me more.."

Exposing his weapons to her in the broad daylight upon the street would have at any other time given her a great excuse to cuff him right then and there and take him down to the station. Thing was, her car was several blocks away and she did not think he would be the cooperative type then getting hauled down the street, especially by a young woman such as herself. If he thought that she was about to bear all for him in the means of weapons, he was wrong. Surely he could use his imagination. "A hunter you say? A hobby of the past, perhaps, but not of the present. I simply enjoy the comfort of being ready for what ever life may toss in my direction." Hearing him whisper, only for him to outstretch his hand to hers in formal greeting. Anastasia met his hand, giving a rather firm shake. "Wrath."

[daimon]

He smiled softly letting go of her hand. She shook hands like a warrior, nothing like a lady.
He looked at her his eyes soft. "Do not attempt to arrest me... It would not be wise... for a mortal prison is intended for mortals." At this he smiled. "Plus I am not a criminal... I like you take care of humanity... For without me humanity would no longer exist. " He no longer cared if she believed him... what was not to beleive? the fallen angels wing sprouted from his back in all its horrific glory. Still his eyes remained the same beautiful kind eyes of an angel.

They were his true eyes... His black wing was raven, and had a horrific yet beautiful contrast to the light.
It shadowed the sunlight from hitting her. "I am not a man... but an angel... Pure in every form, and no prison would hold me, for no bars cant I break, and no walls cant I crumble. I tell you this for a reason. I read thoughts, minds you could say and I see something extraordinary about you that I like." He spoke gently lightly taking her hand and pressing it to his lips as a gentlemen would.

"I am the angel of freedom... I am sin... the creator of All sin... The hero of man, and the rescurer of the human kind." He spoke gently. "Now... What reason is there for you to beleive this? And if it was true why would I announce it to you? " He smirked. "For one reason, your soul yearns for something beyond that of the ordinary... what is it I feel about you but can not announce? What is it I see in your eyes... Your very soul that I like so much?" He spoke softly, poetically. He pulled his coat back together and his wing disappeared within it.

He smiled.
"Have you haunted my kind, if so you will know that we are not of God any longer, yet I was not exiled by the creator, I was exiled by the angels... They would no longer stand with something such as me, I am purity in its truest form... yet what I do is corrupt." He smiled. "There is sin in your soul... So I know you quite well Anastasia Steele... I know your heart and I can hear your darkest thoughts... No one is more intimate with you then that." He mused.

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

Shaking hands like a warrior was something you picked up when you lived the life she did from day to day. "Arrest you? Unless I witness you injure someone, including myself, I will not be arresting you. Simple as that." Her hand falling back freely to her side. She had offered him her left hand, always ensuring her right was open in case of attack. The fact that this man seemed unusual, however, was not enough for her to draw a weapon. Lets not jump the gun just yet.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

His wings came in to sight, a thing that seemed to be more common each passing day to Anastasia. Just yesterday she found herself taking flight with a black angel over the skies of the city, so if Daimon was hoping for a reaction such as amazement or excitement, he may be disappointed when her expression never wavered. She wasn't easily impressed. "Let me guess.. Faster than a speeding bullet, and can leap over tall buildings in a single bound." Smirking, holding his eye contact. As his gaze whispered of sincere kindness, her own was rather devious as the sarcasm fluidly oozed from her words. He took her hand, touching his lips to her skin in a formal fashion. Her expression, however, never faltered. She knew there was more to this man than simply being an angel and having the ability to read her mind- speaking of which if he noticeably did so again he may be picking his teeth up off the sidewalk.

Her expression, however did fade from sarcastic amusement to a glare narrowing her gaze. He was the creator of all sin. Hmm.. well who better for Anastasia to run in to on the street than the very man who made her hate the very person she has become? She clenched her jaw, hands, now both at her sides again, closing in to fists momentarily. When he said he was the hero of man, and the rescuer of man kind, she almost laughed in his face. She would love to live a life without sin, and if he continued to spout such information, she very well could be. Bring death to sin itself. Daimon spoke questions that were surely rhetorical, yet she found herself answering, "Well surely what it is you see in me is not that fact that I would like to deliver you, myself, to Deaths door. Or is it?" perking a brow as she uttered the threat.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

"You are damn right there is sin in my soul. It is this sin you speak of that is eating at my strength of will that keeps me from tearing in to you right here." The weapons on her being felt heavier, as if they yearned to be held. To feel the essence of the man spilled upon their blades, or split from their wounds. Bring him to his knees and perhaps, for just one second, make Daimon regret who, and what he was.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[daimon]

"How you long to slice my throat, for you blame sin for all your problems. But would you rather be a slave..." His eyes darkened slightly. "a slave to that light which you hold so very dear! SIN IS CHIOCE!" His voice echoed for a moment. "No... Unlike the other fallen, The creator knows and loves me... I am diffrent because I am completely pure... I give you choice, if I was to seize to exist men would fall back into their stupid state and become no more then an animal. I am the essense of knowledge..." He smiled softly now.

"You see why I showed myself to you Anstasia? Why fate showed you to me? Perhaps you could shove that blade of yours into my chest? That would end it..." He spoke gently walking toward her now taking her hand pressing it against his heart. "My very soul is freedom... I am freedom... Yet you bind yourself to your morale code and do not live life! You do not exist to merely exist... You exist for a reason... why is it humans define themself by such foolish things, why is it they blame sin for their problems when sin is the solution to their problems... If someone gets in your way, kill them... if someone breaks your heart fuck them... Sin is the solution to everything." He spoke gently pushing her hand into his chest now... His heart beat faintly.

[poss]

He read her thoughts aloud to her, wanting to slice hsi throat because she did blame sin for all of her problems. It was simple. Every word he spoke, she continued to nod, agreeing with what he said as he read it from her mind as if they had been words laid out for him on a page. Yet his change of tone, the raising of this earlier calm, kind voice, had her narrow her eyes. He had her on the verge of attacking him just for the hell of it- screw delivering him to death, she had a hard enough time controlling her temper to allow someone to raise their voice in her direction. A vicious sneer, her eyes narrowing still as her piercing gaze held his. "And what choice would you rather I made? You say I am a slave to the light, would you rather I embrace the darkness?"

Her arm grew tense when he took her hand, she had half the mind to pull it away and feed him a quick one to the teeth but she allowed for the movement he sought, her palm being rested on his chest over his heart. A sense of energy overwhelmed her with the slightest of thought toward just exactly how powerful was this man?. The thought faded, the tingling sensation in her fingertips pulsing through her veins after she took the lightest of tastes of what this man was capable of. His following words seemed to answer her question about what choice it was he would rather her choose. By the looks of things, he preferred darkness. "Kill them. Fuck them. Next you will be telling me come to the dark side or I am your father. This isn't going to work on me, Daimon. I strive to be a better person, a person who I can stand to live with for the rest of my life. If the choices you offer as simply the ones that I fight on a day to day basis. The decisions I defend the city streets from.. then I want to tell you to walk away right now before take a peek in to the dark side, and kill you. After all, that is the choice you would prefer, is it not?" The hand he has set on his chest now closed, taking in a handful of the material of his shirt.

[daimon]

"Kill me... Do it... Take away the only choice there is... Bring slavery back, when men had no logic. Even the creator does not wish to this to be... You see I may be a fallen angel... Yes I'll admit Im fallen but its not because the creator has turned his back on me... Its because the other angels refuse to deal with one such as me, they do not see things the way I see things and would limit my freedom. " His eyes shut for a moment changing crimson for a second but quickly turning back blue, he was doing his best from holding that power back from her... yet she enraged him. "Kill me..." He spoke again. A strange power raising around him.

"The world has no meaning without sin... Logic, reason and mankind itself would seize to exist. " He looked at her still pressing her wrist down ripping his shirt off... Throwing his coat back he still looked at her. "In fact the light itself would destroy you for killing me... For killing the only choice, What do you think a perfect world is? Is it a world where we are all sheep to the flock, where the only beings that can reason are angels and humans are below us. If you know your bible you see the reason the fallen left with lucifer... They hated humans. I am diffrent, I dont hate humanity! I love you!!!!" His voice was echoed throughout the city.

His eyes closed.
"How easy to tear through human flesh and bone... how easy to rip a simple mortal apart and send their soul to their eternal god... only to be damned, tell me are you sin free? No... Your not... You know me! You know me more then anything else in the world... You love me." He still held her hand against his chest but he pushed hard on it hard enough to cause her severe pain. Angels had more power then a human by far.. he was not even angry with her yet. He would not anger either, not until her darkest hour.

"Do you know something? The creator sends me to people in their darkest hour...." He spoke softly gently looking into her eyes. "Its a miserable job... to see them damned for all eternity to the confides of hell. Why is it he does this? Ill let you know a secret." He leaned over now close to her picking her up by her arm... "The world is a choice... God may hate sin... But he would never hate the one who created sin. It allows the world to choose him, or lucifer... Why lucifer? Why is he important? Oh.... Hes the accuser... I know him very well. He will come before the creator and plea why you should be damned." He gently leaned in.

"How would you like... to be immortal.... Forever young... That is my point... I will give you freedom... true freedom." He whispered seductively in her ear. He was lust, what kind of woman could resist him when he created their feelings, their emotions and their desire for a man. No woman had ever resisted him but she could be different. The sin in her heart could be destroyed by only her... would she choose immortality? The question brought a like smirk to the lips of the gentle angel.

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

Every word. Every god damn word brought her closer to a decision. Kill me he stated, and the urge boiled and churned within her. The hand on his chest, fingers already gripping the material of his shirt so tightly she was imprinting the flesh of her hand from her own fingernails through it. The arm began to shake. Anastasia was not sure what step to take. Give in to the passion her inner demon so desired? Spill his blood upon the concrete below and bring to him pain and suffering if she could not thoroughly finish the job to deliver him to the doors of death? Jaw clenched, her narrowed eyes holding his gaze with a cold glare. "Do not tempt me." The words forced through her teeth. He spoke of the creator, he spoke of the reason why he was fallen, and yet Ana could see no more than something that sounded rehearsed. Was he saying this for her.. or for himself? Who was he trying to convince? "Keep telling yourself that." Hissing forth.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

The grip he had on her wrist was beginning to aggravate her. Her hand was losing circulation, and already she could hear her pulse, and feel it in her fingertips. No outward expression of pain was rewarded to the man though, for she knew he could read her thoughts. Get out of my head you piece of shit. She thought to herself.. thought to Daimon. His shirt was torn off, his jacket tossed back, and yet still he grasped her wrist and held it firmly against his chest. Her fingers curled, digging her nails in to his flesh as best as she could to take her mind off of the numbing effect his grasp was having. "I do not love sin. Without sin we may be without certain choices, but we would also be without hatred, murder, and so much more. I would much rather be a zombie in my faith to the light than a puppet for the dark."

His grasp was more than numbing now, it was crushing. Facial expression cringed, a sneer as she glared at him, bending her elbow, and eventually one knee as she fought back the urge to cry out from the injury he was causing. He was only making his decision easier on her, and the true struggle was within. Bleed him out. Was beginning to sound better by the second. Her eyes closed momentarily, bowing her head as every muscle in her body became rigid in the fight against not only the pain he caused, but the decision her mind was forcing her to make.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

Her left hand reached over, clutching the forearm of her right that he had pinned to his chest, and she began to try to pull away. Forcefully, using the weight of her being to lean back yet it seemed she was at a loss. Heart began to race, the anger within building, and soon to overflow. Overwhelm her with rage, and the desire to strike out, lash out, and cause him the pain he so deserved. His whisper, so seductive, so beautiful and almost heavenly caused her breath to catch in her throat. She hesitated. A brief pause. A moment where she almost considered just looking up to him and nodding. Her knee bent further until it touched the concrete below, the pain pulsing through her arm and down her spine. Every muscle in the right side of her body was in pain as she fought against the pressure.

And yet, she bowed her head, the left hand releasing its death grip to simply rest gently on her right forearm, as if in defeat. She inhaled deeply, the tensing of her body flowing out with the breath she passed. His words were sickeningly sweet. Enticing. Bleed him out. The decision had been made. Left hand coiled around the hilt of a silver blade in the sheath from her right arm, a quick movement of her fingers and she thrust it forward and up. The serrated edge glittering beneath the light of the overhead star as it was pushed forth, her entire body moving with it as she rose from her kneeling position swiftly. If it slid in to the depths of his abdomen, the entirety of its 5" length, the front of her body would have been pressed along the line of his. Lids peeled back from her eyes, and she met his sincere gaze with her a cold one of her own. No holding back once the decision had been made. A sharp hiss of an exhale through her clenched teeth as she lunged forth that short distance between them, right hand still pinned to his chest. "I will not choose to be your puppet."

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[daimon]

He smiled.
"My puppet... love you are my puppet already. No your wrong, Murder isnt comited in hate as much as its commited in absolute bliss of emotions. Just because sin is gone does not mean people wont kill each other, In fact its just the opposite, in a world without sin anyone who sins will have to be removed... " He placed his hand on her head now. The thoughts ran through her mind and it was the truth... Daimon was not a liar after all. The world was shown pure light and people seemed happy but he showed her images of people lieing and getting cut down because of it.

People who sin can not exist in a world without sin.
Murders would increase... And anything not perfect would be sacraficed.
WE would become That which we once were... Monsters.
He smiled letting go of her hand now.
"If you beleived sin was horrible then why do you not end it? I give you the opportunity right now...

"Creator if you hate me... kill me... Send me where I belong... hell."
He mused... The clouds in the sky disappeared.. and light shown down on him bathing him in its wonder.
He smiled at her as they were now surrounded by angels. "You are lucky Daimon, We will not allow you however to pollute the girl with your lies." A angel in pure white spoke.

"I do not lie, why is it you do not kill me?" HE smiled.
"We were ordered not to." The angel spoke after a few moments of consideration.
"The creator still has a use for you, however We will not allow you to brain wash this young girl with your sin. She has a choice and she can choose light." The angel spoke softly.

Daimon smiled, nodding... as he did he pulled his gun out shooting the angel through the chest... The angels body shook violently and caught flame... cast into hell. He smirked. "Do not judge me." The other angels took a step backwards. "Why is it he allows you to live..." A female angel spoke now. "Uryen... How beautiful yet naive you are... He allows me to live because I am the essence of freedom!!! THE WORLD IS NOTHNIG WITHOUT CHOICE!" His voice grew darker and the angels fell one after another unable to defend themself from the fallen.. He lifted not a finger against them yet they caught fire.

"Do not judge that which you did not create."
Daimon turned to look at her.
"Mortal girl, how little you understand... Why would I come to you and tell you of freedom? Because deep in your soul... you know that if you sin you are mine... I give you a choice now. Freedom... or confinement... choose me or live the life you have always known... Give me a chance Anastasia... Give me one moment of your life, do not define yourself so easily... do not allow them to corrupt you beyond saving. I long to show humanity that sin is neither a good or bad entity... it is a necessary thing. I am not telling you to become sinful... I'm telling you to choose your master wisely... for you do not know that which you choose." He mused now.

[poss]

For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

He released her hand and she never hesitated to bring it to her side, as far from him as possible. Left hand still held the knife that was about to push through his stomach with the movement of her body as she rose from her kneeling position to a stand. The 5" blade, serrated and hooked would surely bring some internal damage, especially upon the recoil for attempting to withdraw such a weapon only caused more damage in the end. She did not mean to kill, she simply meant to cause harm. Pain. Make the man before her feel what her body so badly craved to deliver.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

The clouds parted, and a light shone down to illuminate the man in his stance just inches from her own body. Angels appeared, speaking against him, only for his hand to move to his firearm and release a bullet in to one of their chests. Anastasia did not waste time, her right hand, that had been crushed to his chest moments later, grasps the grip of her pistol and withdrew it from the shoulder holster from beneath the unbuttoned dress shirt. Arm braced, reached out stiff from her body, the end of the barrel pressed firmly o the mark that still remained on his flesh from where he had forced her hand against him. Finger never played with the trigger, no false alarms this time. A squeeze of her finger, and the gun fired a single shot.

Anastasia was not a woman to put her life on the line, trusting the searing penetration fo a single bullet. Her finger worked the trigger twice, three times, and was quickly followed by a fourth. The barrel so snug to his chest, directly over his heart where her hand had been placed, surely they would hit home. Once again, she did not feel the urge to kill him. She simply wanted him wounded, even if it were for a short period of time. She knew that these creatures seemed to have the ability to heal themselves, and that is why she was so quick to pull the trigger and ask questions later.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

"I will not be making any decisions. Your twisted words mean nothing to me, and I would have much preferred if this meeting never occurred. " Taking a few steps in reverse, the shadow of the alleyway falling diagonally across her figure as she stepped off the sidewalk in to its threshold. The weapon was still aimed, her glare cast down the barrel, ready for any movement he may make. "Not another word. I am going to leave, and you are going to stay right there until I am out of sight. I never want to see your face again, Daimon. I am serious. I am no ones puppet, I have no master. I believe in myself- no other." And with that, she took a few more steps in reverse, making the distance between them greater, left hand still holding the knife that she had thrust toward his abdomen (connected?) , palm cupping the butt of the gun beneath her right hand that grasped the grip. Her attention did not waver, she would not hesitate to shoot again.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

[daimon]

Daimons knife was out digging into his own flesh, stopping the bullet in only a nanosecond of time. It was silver beautiful and demonic in sight the bullets relected of the metal killing the other angels. He smirked... his eyes changing red. "No... No more words.." He spoke coldly pulling his gun out in his other hand and firing a shot at her stomach. A silver bullet, intended for hiro but it was going to shoot at this girl instead. He was an angel, much faster and stronger then humans, his speed had kept him alive throughout the millenia. His gun moved to her head.

He had fired a single shot, one that would not kill her.
It was forbidden for him to kill her and he knew this.
"Ignorance is bliss." He spoke softly.
"How This blade longs for your blood.... How it longs to taste your soul as you fade
into nothing. Anastasia by you pulling that trigger.... You hated me... In other words, I am your master." He mused. "For hate is my servant." He mused.

"Hate me...."
He ordered now placing the gun to her head.
"1 bullet to a human is so deadily... Guns designed by men, and their logic was created by me... How could a tool I created take my life? Why would you not simply ceize to sin.." He leaned in smirking now. "Stop sinning." He mused. He dropped his gun, a human was no threat to him and it was a mistake meeting with her... Apparently he was wrong about her, Daimon was not often wrong... "Enjoy rotting." He began to walk away from her... Playing with his dagger in case she fired again, another bullet cut down. "Oh and if you fire again My next bullet will hit you in the brain, For Im only allowed to kill you if you attempt to kill me." He mused.