Fallen (for anyone who wants to join fallen+7 sin)

[daimon]

Daimon waited now, he had told the darkest men he knew of the fallen recruiting. They were now taking all races. The races could not be part of the 7 sins without being a black angel... However members of the fallen would be well respected and well compensated

He looked around at the 50 people that had shown up. All of them were given a black robe... yet how many would be welcomed. "Ladies and gentlemen... I am Daimon, Leader of the 7 sins and the fallen. I am here today to tell you of freedom, absolute and beautiful in its lovely way. There are 7 sins all of which you will learn to love if you join our happy organization. We often do many jobs, and I do not require you to fight but if you can you will be compensated for it. " He spoke gently, calmly and the people listened.

"Is there any among you that would serve as My captain? I also need a vice captain and Seductress... The seductress I shall take as my personal lady, and adviser." He spoke gently and his voice was calm and soft through the air.
His eyes, were soft blue and they gauged the audience summing up his new recruits.

[emiko]

"I still can't believe you want to work under this aweful man," Kyle stated clearly. Layla simply ignored him as she often did, though later on they may end up in a fight as usual. they were never apart, though. It was impossible to separate them. it was a surprise they didn't shower together. If there wasn't a chance of the stuffed animal falling apart she might have tried. What would happen if the bunny was torn apart? Would Kyle leave her? It wouldn't be a nice thing to see, really. Layla wouldn't live without her bunny. She would make sure his killers were dead. Layla wouldn't rest until she took as many lives as it took to make her feel better. Kyle was her life and only one other person she felt was above her. Daimon. He was the other person she minded, though there were always small wars in who she should obey. Kyle or Daimon?

"You should just kill him now," Kyle said, a little bit of excitement coming up. She knew he was messing around, though. He wouldn't have her do something so stupid in front of all these fallen. Kyle was surprised at how many had actually shown up. Who knew? Daimon was quite an angel, it seemed. Layla was sitting on the ground with her bunny in her lap, her eyes wandering over the crowd. She was close to Daimon, a sense of comfort coming from that. She was weak and he was strong. He could keep her from getting hurt, should these idiots decide to do something stupid. Pretty Daimon. He was such a wonder to Layla. What made him want to do this? She was glad she wasn't in his position. She could do what he asked without a word said. She knew she could get in trouble for refusing but she had said no more than once. She ended up doing what she was told anyway, though.

Surely Daimon knew that Kyle spoke to Layla by now. He wouldn't have been able to hear it but surely Daimon knew. "How long do we have to stay here?" Kyle asked, growning bored of the mans speech already. It seemed Kyle and Daimon had one thing in common. They wanted sex. Well, that's what Kyle would have used a Seductress for. too bad he couldn't touch his angel. Oh the things he could do to this girl. The thoughts made Layla frown. There was always that sad look about her and the dark aura around her stuffed animal. Anyone around her would be feeling a bit of the depressing feelings she put out. Perhaps even Daimon could feel it. Layla may have not been physically strong but she was pretty good with her emotional powers. Layla seemed more like a child than the old angel she was. She hardly seemed to belong beside the angel she sat near.

Daimon was a powerful man, she knew. That's why she stayed around him. She wasn't his personal shadow, no. She rarely saw the man. But when she did, she stayed close to him as well as the other seven sins. The fallen would hold no interested for her, thoughs he was sure they would have to obey her word. Which meant Kyle's as well. These thoughts made him want to laugh uncontrolably. They had to obey him. How low they were. He deserved to be in Daimons place. Perhaps it was jealous that made him hate the black angel. He wanted to be in the place of Daimon. But no, he was stuck in this blasted stuffed rabbit. Not that he was complaining, the place she kept him was quite comfortable. He was always snuggled up between her breasts and he stayed warm there. Layla didn't mind and usually ignored his repulsive thoughts of things he could be doing to her. It was all part of being "friends".

[daimon]

Daimon smiled looking to layla, and then the other members of the present amount of the 7 sins there.
"The sins will monitor your moves and ensure that you do whats best for the organization, I would rather the members who wish to be part of staff speak up now though... You may have to wait and get in touch with me later on about the positions that need filled. Daimon pulled his red crimson coat off and tossed it to a man in a robe behind him, his black wing spread wide above the people sin filling their very souls as his eyes changed red... Instantly his purity was gone, and he was the demon that controlled the hearts of men.

In this form he was more beautiful, simply in a different way.
His crimson red eyes peirced the men tracing out who truly had sin in their souls.
One did not.. Daimon moved his blade out. "You are to be judged... I will not allow those without sin in my precense. He pointed the blade at the man and the fallen tore him apart diverging on him. Daimons eyes turned to look at layla.

"You look a bit depressed." he mused at the comment, the Demons crimson eyes peircing hers moving down to the bunny she held in her arms. He did not yet know why she carried it but he knew one thing, her and that bunny had a telepathic level of communication and that bunny was one of her motivational reasons for living." The fallen literally fed off of the pure sin that radiated from daimons body... instantly the sin disappeared and daimons eyes were blue again.his wing folded into his shirt and the robbed figures pushed his coat back on.

"Layla did you enjoy the sin."
He leaned over whispering into her ear.
He smiled and leaned over to another member of the seven whispering something into the black angels ear.
Gluttony... Gluttony was not one of daimons favorites and daimon had decided to replace the man when the time came... The man was large and barbaric, sickening to daimon... It was something he had wished to create... it was a mistake.

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Krystin felt oddly out of place here. She didn't know why she came, but yet she did. She had talked to Daimon twice. And once he promised to protect her from the creatures in the forest. Daimon also stated that he hated how she was a slave, so did many people. They claimed that she was 'Too Innocent to be Ruined by Slavery' She didn't like Slavery and she was completely against it. But what your forced into you can't change. She felt out of place here. Everyone here had sinned multiple times, Krystin didn't believe that she had done anything really bad. She was here, because she expressed interest. She had her wings tucked as close as possible to her body. She was afraid of half the species here. She looked wearily at Daimon.

He spread his wings out. And that's when she remembered him. Sin. Sin himself. She hadn't known him before the meetings, but she had heard about him. Who hadn't, well at least what angel hadn't. She sighed. She knew that she didn't fit this group. She knew that Daimon, since he said so himself, didn't want anyone here that hadn't sinned. She was pure, innocent, and nothing would change that. Before she had met Daimon, she thought that all Black Angels were the same, evil. But he was more pure, or so she thought. That was until he showed his true side, or his other side.

Krystin shivered, it wasn't because she was cold, it was because she was scared. "You are to be judged... I will not allow those without sin in my presence". Those words from Daimon kept going through her head. She wasn't to be in his presence she guessed. Or it was very unlikely. She hadn't done almost anything to sin, but she like the fallen angel. He was nice, she needed someone other than Hiro to be able to protect her, since she was now only a tool, or a weapon towards Hiro. By her wonderful new master, Kayen Storm. He decided that it would be fun to kick her in her stomach because she stopped herself from telling him something. She didn't appreciate that, and she had a bruise to prove it. Kayen wasn't the best Master, but he was Hers. And there was nothing that she could do to change it.

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[emiko]

Layla watched the beautiful angel reveal his wing. There was very little attraction towards him though she did find him beautiful. She was beautiful as well, in her own way. Just like every other angel. She had her own beauty that was beyond that of humans. She watched in interested as he pointed out the fallen. He wasn't worthy. She smiled, though it was still a sad look. When he came to her, she looked up at him with what seemed to be amusement in her eyes. As his eyes moved down to the bunny she fought back the urge to hiss. She didn't want even Daimon to touch the stuffed animal. Kyle was getting rather upset with the eyes on him and his angel. "Tell him to back the fuck off," he growled, wishing he could tell the angel off himself. Why could he only communicate with Layla? Why not Daimon and the others as well? Why couldn't he tell this man to stay away from what was his?

He had said she looked a bit depressed and she looked straight into his eyes, though not searching for anything in there only staring. Despairs blue eyes stared into the angels. She wasn't sure why he was so close. Kyle was surrounded by the dark aura that was his own. The little rabbit was no longer cute as it had once been, more evil at this point. A human wouldn't have noticed and Layla seemed like a cute little girl. Sad, but cute. Her bunny, though seeming a little creepy, was still cute in his own little way. Humans wouldn't feel the murderous feelings coming from him or see the dark aura. Sin vanished and Layla put a false smile on her face. He questioned her and she nodded her head. Yes. Yes, she enjoyed the sin. She wouldn't lie. She loved it. Kyle was seething, his anger apparent to only her. "He had better back off. I'll make sure he dies, Layla. I'll kill him," Kyle snarled. this was false, though, for the bunny couldn't act on his own. "Hush, Kyle," the pretty angel said, the first words spoken here.

Kyle was more of a talker than Layla was. He was also more violent, more into the killing that she did. But when she saw a white angel among the fallen below her, her eyes narrowed and a small chill went up her spine. Pretty woman. What she wouldn't give to hear her scream. She reached into her clothing to fish out the gun that Kyle made her carry with her. The gun was pointed at the angel, Despair's intentions obvioius. Krystin wasn't welcome here. All Daimon had to do was give the word and the angel would be dead. She didn't belong here. Oh how she longed to kill another white angel. Her eyes flickered back to Daimon, almost pleading with him to allow her to move her finger so slightly to release the bullet. Kyle could feel his head throbbing and smell the scent of the gun above him. Layla knew he was squirming and she could hear him demanding that she do it. She waited, though, for Daimon to give the order.

[amara]

[huhzazh]

A small petite form pushed threw the crowd of people, they looked at her with curiosity. The only people who really knew her was her master Daimon. Her wings high in the air keeping neat and away from the disgusting people. Wing of long feathers. One of White One of Black. She was the darkest sin for her gender. Or so she thought. She smiled as she made her way to daimon, a small kiss pecked his cheek as her wings lowered and spread out behind her. Her wings were probably one of the largest of her kind. She didn't care she was perfect to her Daimon. She smiled and spoke

'Hello Master'

She said with a gentle tone and another smile as she scanned the crowed. She'd vowed that she would always protect him so looking threw the croud she read their auras, the good and the bad half. Her sin, she took others lovers, when she thought she found love. She had them in bed and would kill, them. She knew her deed was lust her sin was bad. Her crush? Her master. Someone she'd never kill. Unless told to otherwise. She looked to The girl that seemed to have a rabbit. She didn't like the looks of it but she remained calm for now. She yawned slightly. Her outfit wasn't exactly clean. She merely wore a bathing suit top that showed off her perfect sized breasts. And a short black leather mini that said fallen on the ass. Oh yes she was lust. Especially with the black knee high boots thin ass heal as she kept close to her master.

[daimon]

"No need to kill her..." Daimons eyes fell upon the angel.
"She is my race, and yours.... There is no need to harm her... for angels are more intelligent and can reasoned with." He smiled sweetly now touching her hand lowering the gun with his gentle hand. He looked to his lovely slave. "My beautiful Slave..." He lightly ran his hand down her hip ever so lightly. "How sin radiates from you... what I've created has made you even more pure..." His lips touched her neck delicately.

Slowly he pulled himself away from her, lust for her almost overtaking him, making him want to make love to her. He bit his lip pulling away from his beautiful slave and walking toward the pure angel. His eyes looked at her. "You my dear angel... Are home... You see I understand true purity, for I am truly pure. Sin in its perfection is a wonderful thing... and even though you do not commit such sin... There is sin in your soul. I feel it... You want freedom dont you? Do you hate your master? The one that enslaves you? Do you wish him dead? I could arrange that... for I know him, he is the vampire lord... and soon he will find that hiro is not his only problem." Daimon smiled, his hand still touching Lust. His body was long lean and perfect. He hated hiding it. However it was nescary.

Gently his hand reached out touching the pure angel.
"Despair, lust... My beautiful pure servants... show the world your wings... Show them your beautiful wings... and let them worship your beauty." The fallens eyes looked up at the 2 beautiful members of the 7 sins. They were in complete tranquility. Daimons lips touched the angels cheek. "You can become dark... You can become free... Do you seek freedom? I am sure you as an angel have heard of sin... He stands but a foot from you, and he promises no harm will come to you." He smiled sweetly.

Daimons eyes closed for a moment and then reoppened.
"Layla, Lust... My fallen... The time will strike tommorow when we will show the vampires who their true masters are." The fallen roared, their voices in unison and perfect... their sin filled daimon with a longing... He felt lust for the women around him, anger inspired by the males... it was perfect, a hellish paradise... this is what he would turn the world into. The whole world would serve their needs soon enough. Gently daimon ran his hand down lusts stomach down her hip lightly before flickering backwards until he was on top of a huge monument to some fallen soldier, it was a flat platform and it gave him a chance to look at everyone there. "Fallen... what is it you wish." He spoke gently. "Sin.... To create a world of freedom!" They roared. He looked down at the angel. "Join us?" He asked softly.

[emiko]

Frustration filled her as Daimon made her lower her weapon. She did so without a word, only a whimper that said she was upset for having to stop. Kyle snarled, dying to be rid of his stuffed animal form and wanting to tear Daimon to shreds. He had interrupted the former vampires fun and the angels need to get rid of her. Instead, Layla reached out to find the threads of Krystins. She snatched onto the ones of fear. This poor woman. She feared nearly everything. She began to spin the web of sorrow that would make the angel begin to feel upset and depressed. She would be easier to persuade that way. Layla wasn't allowed to kill her but she could help Daimon. She let the gun rest in her lap and looked over to Lust. That woman was gorgeous in every way and Layla had to admit that she felt some things towards her, though that was how things would be around Lust.

"Bitch," Kyle stated, though glad that Daimon no longer had his hand on Layla's. Even that small touch had upset him a bit. At least Despair wasn't being touched like Lust was. Kyle wouldn't have been able to handle it and there was only so much Layla could say no to when it came to her bunny. Usually, her wing would be hidden under her clothes. Today, though, her superior had told her to reveal hers. So, her wing was presented. The beautiful navy blue wing that she disliked so much. It fit her, though. She was a wonder of blues, even her personality. The wing was large, though not as large as Daimon's or Lust's. She didn't mind that it wasn't as large as theirs. She hated it more than anything. More because there was only one whereas she had started out with two. She didn't want her white wings back, though, she was happy being a fallen.

The time to strike. Yes. Excitement filled her, adrenaline moving through her veins. Even Kyle grew silent at that and smiled mischieviously. she watched him play and stood from her spot, moving towards Krystin as well. She bowed her head as she put her weapon back into it's place in her clothes. She carreid Kyle close to her chest as usual and stood beside the beautiful angel she was dying to kill. Daimon asked Krystin to join them and Despair smiled. "Please?" she said sadly, her eyes wandering over the woman. "Sister, you belong here," she muttered, her eyes narrowing a bit. She didn't touch Krystin and she was sure to keep a small distance between them. Her eyes quickly looked over at Daimon and Lust, then back to Krystin. She looked like a little sister that missed her older one. She looked as though she needed a hug to keep her from crying. This pretty sin. She seemed like such a child.

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Krystin look towards the others. She was afraid. They wanted to kill her. She knew that she wasn't in the right spot, but she couldn't change that now. She noticed that more and more black angels were coming. Wonderful. She was going to be surrounded by things she feared, and hated. This would never turn out good, but she wasn't a fighter, but obviously some of them were.

Krystin nodded at Daimon. She had already met him and knew that he was sin, but she didn't really sin. Well unless you count Kayen. She hated him, but who wouldn't. Plus every angel sinned if you looked at it. Even though they all didn't like slavery, some were a part of it, and some weren't helping at all. Plus she was a relatively new angel, well she wasn't that old. Only about nine centuries or so.

Krystin had always lost track of time, especially when you looked the same after so many centuries. She knew that a few of the black angels were walking away from her, not wanting to cause trouble, since Daimon had just said that she was not to be injured. She didn't do well with pain anyways. And she still had bruises and cuts to prove it. Kayen thought it was fun to torture her. She didn't think so though.

"You are right Sin, I don't like my master, I think he's evil and cruel, and he should be punished, but I would never be able to."
She smiled. "I would never plan to harm him, since I'm not a fighter. I don't need to be, I have people who fight for me. But what would you think about my master if he did this?" She asked as she lifted up her shirt, she had changed especially for this, a dress wouldn't work but a shirt would. As she pulled up her shirt, on her flat stomach you noticed dark purple bruises marring her skin, along with several scabbed cuts randomly cut into her skin. She was used as a tool, nothing else.

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"Sometimes you are such a sap for dramatics, Daimon," her thick pur came from one of the table where she sat next to Wrath. What she said was in good humor, because honestly, Lailah liked Daimon's plans. She always had; out of most of the Sins he was the one that took action when something was to be done and he never failed to make a move first. It was bold, brash, and a little daring which made the Black Angel respect Sin himself all the more. She leaned back and her midnight hair flowed down her waist as she moved like a spider that was decorated in the most elaborate of colors. She knew she caught eyes as they watched and she was having a ball making them squrim.

Lailah had been pulled into the Underworld for a time. It seemed she had stepped out of line and her back would prove such if anyone were to look at it. She was broken in body, but never in spirit. Other than her twin, Lailah was one of the most wildest ones here and they knew it as well as she did. Of course Wrath could get a little out of hand, it was Lailah and Layla that made cities fall because the lust of men was so strong. They would make quite a pair for this little party and she was grinning on more than just the outside.

Her attention was drawn back to Sin as he made another speech and had a smile on her face. Yes, that Angel did belong here with them. All Angels did and she was happy that the time was coming that they would have more join. "Come now darling, I am sure that my sister and I can provide you with the time of your life. You should surely join us little one," she purred in a husky tone that would send shivers down their spines. Lailah, better known as Lust, stood up and threw down her robe to reveal a set of beautiful black wings that were almost perfect, but were broken in their own way. Tufts of the down feathers had been ruiened in her fall and a couple of feathers were broken in general. Yes, she would join Sin as she had before and would love every minuet of it.

Looking at the one that Daimon was adressing, she saw the horrible marks that her master left and stalked her way over to the Angel. "Joining us would ensure that you would be avenged my little one. No one deserves that type of treatment, especially an Angel as lovely as you are," her deep Latin accent rolled off her tongue as she looked at the girl, then back to Sin. "I believe that something can be arranged, don't you think? Despair!" Lailah beckoned to the other Black Angel and grinned ruefully. If there was one thing Lust loved other than herself, it was Despair. They made a lovely pair and caused havoc whenever needed. She trailed her fingers through Despair's hair and coiled it around her fingers in a seductive manner that she did not mean; it was nature to taunt. "What do you think my darling? Do you think we can cook something up?"

[amara]

Auhna looked to the other lust and just giggled. She watched her coil her fingers threw daimon's hair and just smiled. She didn't to speak to others much because she was daimons slave and onf of the ladies of lust. She just alowed her soft black wing stroke his back as she would look at all that were around her. She still a different angel all to gether who could read both white and both fallen auras for she was white yet black, yet fallen.

She swayed from side to side then looked to the other then back to daimon 'We all can harm whom we choose, let your light fall and erupt into dark' were the only words she used. the only words she said. She was lust lust need not to speak to taunt others around her. She smiled at Layla's bunny then wrapped her arms around one of daimons and rubbed her chest on it. She giggled lightly as she would allow her wing to touch Laliah gently she smiled at her. Then rested her head on daimons shoulder. She yawned gently and swayed her hips.

[daimon]

Daimon looked to the ladies, a light smile on his lip.
"This world, created in our love and our sin... will come to know perfection as I know perfection, you my fallen are perfect." He could feel her breasts rubbing against his arm. The ladies were rather touchy today weren't they? He mused to himself. The only girl that wasnt always all over him was layla, and he also found this sexy as well. How he loved being surrounded by the purest members of the 7 sins. The fallen looked up at their master and bowed their heads lightly.

"Lord daimon... We live to serve you master." The spoke in unison.
"Live to serve sin, and the future of the world... not just me." Daimon mused.
They all bowed their heads in respect. "Sin corrupts all." the spoke in a trance like state.
Daimon still needed a fallen captain but who among them was a skilled fighter. Also he
loved to surround himself with beautiful women, which among the fallen were worthy to play with him.
They could not perform as good as Either of his ladies of lust, who were more beautiful then any woman alive.

The members of sin were perfect, in every single aspect.
Daimon liked perfection and would require his members to be so.
His eyes looked to layla. The girl was beautiful yet so depressing. How he loved this about her
for depression was a soft mistress, and a gentle touch that would chill a man to the bones. He loved
this about layla and dared not touch her... for he had created the sin and he knew how deadily it could be.
His eyes moved to layla then to his beautiful slave. The three women all beautiful and perfect, this proved a point to the fallen and to the world... the new world... would be.... perfect.

[emiko]

Layla didn't care what Krystin had to say. She would rather she be dead. The white angel didn't belong here. This wasn't her place. Daimon said she wasn't allowed to kill her though so Layla would be good for now. "Just kill her," Kyle said, frustrated that Daimon had more power over Layla than he did. Kyle knew the little angel better than Daimon did, didn't he? She talked to Kyle more than she talked to Sin. Surely he knew her better. He couldn't stand that she did everything that man asked. Even if Kyle got her to say "no" to Daimon she would still do as she was told. He would never understand why she would obey the angels word over his own. Layla ignored these nasty feelings that Kyle sent to her. She knew he was angry but she couldn't help it. She wished she could make him feel bad for the things he said but her power didn't work on him. No one's did. Not even the powers of Lust.

She heard a familiar voice and a small smile appeared on her sad face. She felt Kyle perk up in interest. He knew that voice as well. Lust. The other Lust, that is. Despair's blue eyes followed the woman. "Ah, Lust. Where have you been?" Kyle asked, though he didn't have Layla say this out loud for him. How many times had he tried to get Lust to play with Layla so he could watch? There was no telling. Layla wouldn't allow it, though. She wouldn't even tell Lust that he was asking for it, silly girl. Even little Despair could feel the lust coming from Lailah. She wouldn't fall prey to that, though. She knew she was better than that. Where on earth had this woman been? Layla had actually missed her, she realized. But this wasn't the time to be questioning the woman. Instead, she listened to her speak and smiled when she heard her name.

Despair took her spot beside Lust and giggled gently at the sight of Krystins wounds. Kyle giggled a bit when Lust played with Layla's hair. The question was asked and Layla nodded. "Yes," she said simply, quietly. Her voice was sad and held a bit of longing as if for a lost friend. What on earth was Lailah planning? It didn't matter, Layla was all up for it. She was less likely to do as Lust told her over what Kyle said but Kyle was a bit lenient when it came to females. He didn't mind them touching his angel or asking her to do things. He just wanted to have them near. It killed him that he couldn't sleep with Lust himself and the fact that his angel wasn't really into woman tore him apart. The only thing he would have changed about his angel was her sexual preference. Layla looked up at Lust, her eyes curious and a bit excited, though easy to get lost in.

She listened to the fallen speak and she could feel Daimon's eyes on her. He was so proud of his little creations. Too bad Kyle didn't like him or they could make a great team. She had to admit that if Kyle had still been alive he would have been a strong enemy of Daimon's. She wouldn't doubt if Kyle would have killed him eventually. The man was almost crazy but at the same time...such a gentleman. He had been handsome, too. Well, if he hadn't been all battered and torn apart when she found him. She lifted her eyes up to Daimon. Did he plan on allowing Krystin into the group? Her pupils dilated a bit as if she was trying to read him, trying to find those threads she had found with Krystin. Her blue orbs returned to the white angel, though, a bit of mischief in them.