Sinful wolf, lets hear you howl (Hiro+ Open)

[daimon]

Daimon walked into the club. He had been given hiros number by one of the lycans. He wore his usual outfit, beautiful crimson as he walked people parted for him... He was so strange to them, a figment of their imagination. His eyes were cool, soft and gentle. Beautiful orbs of wisdom. He smiled lightly walking up to the bar setting down. He had left Hiro a text message earlier telling him to meet him here for a large slave trade.

The girls were outside in a truck guarded by fallen angels. The truck was secure considering the onlything that could get them would be a organized unit of vampires or lycans and neither group would dare screw with daimon and his 7 sins. Daimon looked to the bartender. "Tequila." Daimon muttered. The bar tender nodded reaching him his drink. Daimon drunk it and it was refilled the man knew daimon and knew what he was capable of.

Daimon smiled... Had it been here him and hiro fought?
Oh well their past did not matter, all that mattered was their future.
The fact hiro would be a good bussiness client.
He was the leader of The lycans now, and this made Daimon very happy.
Hiro was after all strong, and wise...

Daimon respected him even though he would rip the mans throat out sooner then he would shake his hand. He knew however this would not be a fight, he was not looking for a fight and hopefully neither was hiro. Hopefully hiro was smarter then to risk the business partner ship between the two. Daimon would supply him with slaves and hiro would give daimon money, power and women.

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Malachi was pretty sure the dark angel who'd just walked into the club hadn't seen him. Not yet, anyway; no matter how he wanted to blend into a crowd, the white angel's large, beautiful wings always gave him away. They were something of a trouble-magnet, but that was his job-- finding trouble before it got to the humans he was created to protect.

Which was, of course, his reason for being in the club that evening. He knew it to be the club that humans frequented, as opposed to the one to which supernaturals only were admitted. This was more open, less underground, more honest if not more pure. The white angel knew nightclubs in general to be the sinner's paradise, always brimming with alcohol, lust and pride, a breeding ground for wrath, and a monument to greed. Well, there was no room for him to stand between man and his chosen vices, but if the dark angel that'd just entered attempted to personally taint any one of the wayward flock Chi was shepherding at the moment, he'd be the first to intervene.

For the time being, though, the angel watched the club from his seat in the corner on some cushion or chair or other, wings folded in tightly behind him. He wore straight black tonight-- something that, among his kind, wasn't often seen, as the angelic tended towards whites and pastels. Still, when he meant to blend into the background of a dark club, white wasn't always the best choice of color. And so, he lounged watchfully, blue-grey eyes bright in contrast to the dark hue of his sleek button-down shirt, black slacks and ever-present patent leather shoes.

What was going on, that had a black angel here, instead of Cyanide? The angel's brow silently bent in thought. He'd been on the trail of the slavery epidemic that he'd caught on to not long after he'd arrived here. It was hard to get a decent grasp on, though-- besides seeing the occasional slave around town, their captors seemed to vanish as he neared like smoke in his hands. It was beginning to be frustrating, but Chi was a tireless man. He'd begun to think he would need some sort of helper, a pair of eyes that wasn't attached to the eternal give-away of his wings. An inside man-- well, he'd get to work on something that nature just as soon as he had finished stalking around here.

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Right hook, left jab, right high uppercut and repeat. He training at home, his body was leaking with sweat, his entire body heat filled the room. He growled, as a lycan came a cellphone, he never understood these things. How did his brother get him to get both of them one. "A text boss." The lycan called out. "Alright." He responded quietly. Getting a towel to wipe his sweat off his body. The text stated a business slave trade was in order by Daimon. A weird time to decide to be a friend, but it was good to have an ally like Daimon, strong and loyal a very good combo indeed.

He goes to take a shower, and wears a nice red and yellow silk outfit, under it is light bulletproof armor. He had to always had to be ready. He moves casually moves to the garage turning on the light seeing a lot of cars and motorcycles. He choose a red and yellow to go with his theme, he opens his garage and speeds off to the meeting area, with three lycans close behind him, one holding a case of money. He entered the club with the three other lycans standing outside checking out the area. The one holding the case handed the money to him.

He looked around his eyes narrowed at the one of crimson, Daimon liked to wear that. But the guy ordered tequila, that threw him off but he knew it was him. He walked over to him giving him a pat on the back. It looked as if they had been friends for a long time. In a sense they were, when they weren't trying to kill each other. But at this moment they were friends and allies, taking a seat next to him. He point to the Jack Daniels and mega mix it vodka, sprite and coke. It takes a lot to get this lycan to get a buzz. He takes a sip of the drink. "Well....How has it been since I kicked your butt?" He said jokingly, lowering his voice he continued. "Where are these girls?"

[emiko]

Sweet, innocent Anari. What was she doing here? Who knew. Half the time, she didn't know why she went. Anari had no purpose, really. She wasn't into slavery, she was too sweet for war. Why did she live? Surely she had a reason to be alive, but who knew? She had no need to have a reason to do the things she did. Clubs never appealed to her, though she looked as though she were the type to do such things. Those who didn't quite know her wouldn't believe how innocent this woman was. The people who knew her would recognize that part of her quite easily. The woman walked with a certain confidence, despite the feeling of paranoia she had. She seemed almost shy, though this was not to be true. Her face held a bit of longing in it, the longing for fun, for adventure. So, she made her way to Syndicate. Standing outside, she took a deep breath. It was time for a small change.

This change, this little adventure was something small thought incredibly different for her. Entering the building, she took in the sights and smells that she could. There was something familiar but she couldn't quite put a name to it. What was the smell? She ignored it, making her way across the room. She was wearing the same cross necklace she always wore and her wrist had several black bracelets on him. She seemed to almost fit in here. Her clothing was black as well. A little revealing, to be truthful. Typical Anari. To be honest, had she had friends that invited her off to clubs and such she would have went. She was willing to do things with people she was open with. So, alone, she was less open and a bit more shy. She was polite, almost too polite. Cruel words and glances would upset her but she wouldn't say a word. But who here would say things angry towards her? Such a pretty girl didn't deserve such things.

Yes, she was gorgeous. How did she manage to be so beautiful? People may never know. She was quite a show-off to the people around her as she made her way through the club. Ah, she recognized the smell as she recognized the person. Daimon. Oh, the pretty angel. But there was someone with her, and he was familiar as well. His name...what was his name? He had not given to her, she realized. Silly man. She had saved his life. She had protected him. He owed her. A smile came over her face as she made her way over the the two. She knew Daimon enough to be comfortable around him. Hiro, though, was another story. The man had been polite but she still didn't know him well enough to open up. Perhaps she could make a friend. Her eyes went to the side, noticing an angel. 'Beautiful,' she thought as she looked at him. Why was he here? Not her business. She nodded her head as she had with many people she had made eye contact with while walking by.

Daimon was just as beautiful as before and she almost hadn't even recognized Hiro. Then again, the meeting they had was an awkward one. He had been naked at the time, the only cloth on his body being the masks he wore. So, it wasn't a surprise that she almost didn't know who he was when she saw him clothed. Standing beside them she turned her bright eyes on Daimon. The two of them were seated but she remained standing in case they asked for her to leave. "Well, well," she said, smiling. She put a hand on her hip and looked down at them. Her skirt came down to her mid thigh, covering the nasty scar that was her only flaw. She felt a little more comfortable now that she was near Daimon and his little friend. This meant she had protection, should anything happen. Also, there was the angel off to the side. She was safe for the time being.

[daimon]

He looked to Hiro. The man had a stronger aura then him even then before... He wondered if they fought who would win. "Yes, That beating you gave me sure hurt." Daimon mused sarcastically... Something was wrong, he looked around the room but noticed nothing. Was someone there following them. To be careful he would whisper in his conversation with hiro."Anyway Hiro, Its good to see your the leader of the lycans. Always nice to see a strong lycan take his place as alpha. I Do hope business is booming for you... "
He leaned over now whispering the rest of the sentence.

"Ive got 20 Sex slaves outside in a truck guarded by my fallen."
He turned to the bartender and this time smirked . "Whisky." He ordered this time. He was a diverse drinker since mortal liquids barely had any buzz to them... How he longed for Manaisa... Angel liquor. He smirked looking back to Hiro. "I'm expecting 300 for each girl, all are beautiful and untouched, they are all not virgins, most do not have their hymens in contact... However you can always sell them to the local brothels, if clients wont take them. You should get much more then 300 for them out of your usual clientel. 6,000 for 20 girls... a simple buy.Instantly he turned as a strange scent filled him.


His eyes hit anari. "Anari... You look as beautiful as ever... Mr.Hiro, this is Anari... She is a lady whom I met a few days ago. How has that potion worked out for you, miss?" He spoke gently. He had gave her eternal youth a gift only an angel could give to a human. Her eyes and body was as gentle as ever and it made him want to leave the dark business of sex slaves to the scum of the world, but leaving that business wouldn't get him paid. He smirked as his eyes peirced anari... Something was wrong though... and he knew it... someone was watching them.

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Krystin had walked in with Hiro, but she had wandered around before returning to him. As the bartender looked at her, questioning if she wanted anything, she shook her head, she didn't like mortal liquor. It wasn't as good. She was wearing the White Angel's usual color, white. She had on a short white dress. She went over and stood next to Hiro, slightly leaning against him.

She hated going with him to these transactions, but she wouldn't let him go alone. He liked to fight, and she didn't want him to. But she then heard the other person speak, and she looked at them. He was a black angel. Krystin then leaned more towards Hiro. She was afraid of black angels. She didn't like them, but what White angel did? Not many.

She heard that there were 20 girls. She hated slavery, but that was her kind. She didn't like it, but yet she was one. She also had to deal with sneaking away from her new Master. He didn't need to know what he missed when he was sleeping. She knew that he hated Hiro, and she refused to not see him.

The Black Angel was asking for 300 per girl. That wasn't that much. Or so Krystin thought, but it added up to over five thousand. She knew that Hiro would try his best, since he always helped. Now that she was stuck wearing her stupid collar. She had always hated it, but she didn't want anything permanent on her skin, that signaled slavery. She hated it, why would she want it on her skin.

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What a sight. Quite a cloud of visitors had trickled, one by one, in to the side of the black angel that Malachi had kept his attention on. He'd tried, before all the others had come, to gauge the Fallen's emotional state with his empathic sense, and failed horribly. This one was stronger, perhaps, or just more thoroughly rooted in some offensive sin, than most any he'd encountered before, because the empathic sweep had made poor holy Malachi feel ill. The waves of nausea plagued him for a few moments after, as he spluttered on the glass of water he'd been sipping and continued his silent watch. Jesus, Mary and Josey. His reaction only meant he'd redouble his watch of this...person. The angel's curiosity was piqued, that was for damn sure.

The first man to approach was, surprisingly, a lycan. He looked like an old friend of the Fallen, patting him on the back and such, but his emotions stank of tension, which was somehow reminiscent to Malachi of sweat and electricity. His sense for emotions was near-synaesthetic; some of them had a smell, others a taste in his mouth, others a color. Confusion, for example, gave him the sense of orange. Odd, maybe, but it gave him a very precise, delicate and complex sense of the information his power retrieved.

After him, Malachi watched as another curiosity approached the pair who had, right up until her appearance, been more than suspect. She cast a very different image than the others, though-- a beautiful thing, a young shapeshifter girl. She seemed but to have wandered in and recognized the men at the bar, unlike the lycan had done, heading straight for the black angel as though he was looking to meet him there. The girl, though, meandered in, seeming to wear her beauty without being completely cognizant of exactly how pretty she truly was. Her cross necklace caught his interest as well-- it was a strange enough thing to see in a nightclub, unless one was very afraid of vampires. But, then, those sorts usually wore a crucifix-- the traditional defense, Catholic, naturally. Her whole presence intrigued the angel, who held silent vigil off to the side. And then, she turned to look at him, her eyes finding him as though she'd known where he was the whole time. Animalistic senses, he supposed-- Malachi had always thought the shifters were the most curious race after his beloved humans. Like a wide pond; still on the surface, but boiling with life within. She nodded to him casually, and he, of course, acknowledged her as well with an inclination of his head.

And then-- did wonders never cease? One of his kind wandered in, a white angel. She was beautiful, as they all were, but Malachi's sharp eyes didn't miss the studded white collar around her neck. A frown crept onto his face, anger boiling in his stomach. Which of the Damned had dared to collar what was rightly the belonging of the divine? But he mastered his anger quickly; he was not the type to boil over with rage, and it took a great deal to arouse any sort of temper in the patient angel. Still-- what was this angel doing? Blue-grey eyes watched her step to the side of the lycan, understanding that there was some romantic interest there from the way she shrank into him when the sight of the black angel made her fearful. Perhaps that was what had won her the collar around her pretty neck, her fear. Chi wasn't entirely disdainful, but he was sitting up now, more interested than ever. His own lionhearted courage was the result of his age-- he'd been nearly as fearful as she when he'd first gotten to earth.

He wished he could get closer, to hear what they were saying...but they were already nearly whispering to each other. Moving from his current location would alert them to his presence, which would get him nowhere fast. Instead, Chi turned his attention to the metal on a nearby chair, which had been so highly polished as to cast a reflection. Just to his advantage, too, he had a neat view of the gathering at the bar without actually staring at his targets. The angel shifted his posture slightly to accommodate the wings he was leaning on, as well as the sword strapped to his back. Curiouser and curiouser...

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He listens as Daimon introduces anari to him. "Yes....I do beli we have met already. Although, we met under....different circumstnce, and we don't need to really speak of it when there are two beautiful women around us. Do we?" He feels his beloved angel brush against his arm and gave her a loivng his on her forehead. But his eye focused on the collar on her luchious neck, rage was aroused in his stomach as he thinks of what could happen to her when he isn't around. He grinded his teeth, while hiding the fact that he was under and behind his mask and lips. He quickly regains control over his anger and wrapped his arm around her waist. "How is my sweet this night?"

He listens to Daimons deal, about 300 each. That was a lot considering that they were virgin, they wouldn't do alot other than clean. "I will pay 50 for the virgins and 150 for the non-virgins." He whispered quietly, that would be about 4000. Seeing there isn't much use for virgin slave it was about the same but for tall masters. From all the buyers he knew most didn't care if they were virgin are not. But in a personal matter he would rather have a virgin, but Daimon didn't know that. HE smiles at the start of his bartering, but frowns as he knew that a white angel was listening.

He loved white angel as a being but hated them when they wanted to interfere with his trade. It seemed the angel wasn't going to do anything but he wasn't a real gurentee. But he smelled his least favorite smell, he placed his hand on the hilt of his 'holy' katana. He leaned over to Daimon and whipers. "Dai....I smell vamps, this had better not be a trap for me." He said knowing Daimon wouldn't do something like this to a powerful partner. "Well if not get ready for a fight." He leans back over to Kys giving her a kiss on her forehead and petting her hair.

[emiko]

Anari giggled in that cute way of hers when Daimon introduced her to Hiro. "Yes, I remember we have met before. Quite some time has passed, has it not, sir?" she said, lifting a hand up to her mouth and giggling once more. "As for that potion, angel, I thank you once more. However shall I repay you?" she asked thoughtfully, nibbling on a fingernail while smiling down at him. Anari would have been flattered to hear she had such an effect on the beautiful Daimon. She loved her compliments and it seemed the angel knew just how to greet her. By telling her how beautiful she was. A white angel joined them and Anari inclined her head. A friend of the Hiro man it seemed. But the collar around her neck said she was a slave. His, probably. She didn't have slaves and she didn't plan on having any. What would she do with such a person?

The weather outside was calm, gentle, just as Anari was. There was nothing disturbing her, no fear here. She was protected by Daimon, surely. The actions made from Hiro to Krystin was disturbing. Was that his lover? She was his slave? How cruel. That poor girl. The words he said made her narrow her eyes. Is that why they were here? To sell slaves. Anari stayed quiet for the moment. Virgins and nonvirgins? Of course that was how they did things. All girls and sold based on whether they had their virginity or not. She was glad she was not among them. She felt bad for them and she was sure that they could tell by the look on her face. This wasn't something she wanted to be overhearing. But the things said by Hiro next made her heart fall. A trap? A fight? Oh dear. She certainly was not in the right place.

Her eyes moved back over to the angel who had nodded back to her. Surely he was someone who could pull her mind away from the poor girls that Hiro was talking about. She couldn't release those slaves, that would only anger the two of them. She didn't want Daimon to be angry with her. She wouldn't do anything stupid. If they wanted to sell people to each other, by all means. She wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, if they were in danger the safest place was here next to Daimon and Hiro. Right? Or perhaps beside that angel over there. but the thought of vampires attacking made her paranoia spike. What if Daimon and Hiro had been waiting here for her to come so they could let the vampires get her? The thought made her move away from the angel. She wasn't sure who to trust anymore.

[daimon]

He looked to Anari then to hiro, and to the white angel whom he presumed to be one of Hiro's many slaves.
"Oh innocent Anari... some women wish to be slaves... They sign up for the job." He mused.
"That's because life is so horrible all alone on the streets." He spoke gently. "I'm a recruiter in that industry and hiro is a kind and gentle man." He was not dieing strangely enough, it was true when women were down on their luck they could always sell themselves as slaves. These slaves were treated better then women that were captured and forced into it, or women born into slavery.

He then looked to hiro again lightly smirking.
"A few vampires got you jumpy Mr.Hiro? Do not worry, Ive killed thousands of vampires, Ive yet to meet one would not fall after a UV bullet." he mused playing with his gun now. "Beautiful Anari, Do not look so scared... I vow on my life to protect you, How could I give you immortal life and then allow that gift to be taken away." He swore softly touching her hand lightly to his lips.

However he could not help but feel... something was wrong... Someone was there.
He looked to hiro again. " 200 For virgins and 250 for non virgins." He would barter with the wolf... and ensure that him and his men were well compensated. "That is if you prefer Nonvirgins over virgins, normally virgins go for more money, however either one can be 250." He smiled lightly taking a sip of his liquor before putting the glass down. His eyes looked up to the white angel... and he said nothing... *How could our kind all themselves to serve another...* The thought ran through his mind and it sickened him she was a slave.

"There is something here... Something... Different then anything else. I sense an angel, and not you dear girl... but One of power... Do I know Him..." Daimon's eyes looked around the room but still he was nearly blind to the angels precense. "where are you angel." He spoke above everyone now... "Show yourself, and No harm will come to you, without you provoking us." He spoke gently, calm and kind. Daimon was reknowned by the angels... yet hated for what he created... for what he brought to humanity.
Sin is freedom... and he had proved this to many, including Anari who he would now protect with his life, for she was the purest soul he knew.

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Krystin smiled up at Hiro. She love it when he kissed her. But she also detected anger. He had noticed her collar, that was now around her neck. There was nothing that she could do about it. She was just a tool, and she was going to be used against Him. She knew that the slaves didn't matter on whether they were a virgin or not, since they wouldn't be used for sex. Hiro always employed his slaves, at the Underground. She had seen many of them, and didn't care how many he employed, because he was working to stop slavery, which is what she planned to do.

She feared vampires, all kinds. Whether they were nice or not. But she feared many species. And many things, and one of the species that she feared was standing in front of herself and Hiro. A Black Angel. Not only was she afraid of them, but she also hated them. Most of her kind did, she only like a few, the few that were trying to change. Krystin smiled at the Neko that was passing the froup. She didn't know her, but Neko's were one of the species that she didn't mind, they really didn't do anything wrong.

Krystin smiled. Daimon knew how to barter, or he was trying. "How about he only gives you 150 for the virgins and 200 for the non-virgins." She said softly. She could try to persuade anyone to do what she wanted. It wasn't like much would happen. Krystin smiled. There was another angel? Well there were angels all over the place, but humans didn't know that. Krystin didn't believe that she should show her wings to a human, she knew how they would react. Like everyone else, she was too innocent to be anything else though.

She smiled and leaned more towards Hiro, letting him protect her, since she knew that he would. He was always protective of her. She just couldn't wait until the masquerade ball. That would be amazing. She would have so much fun with her lover, plus Kayen would be there. Or so she thought, she didn't care, she would leave whether Kayen wanted her to or not, just like now.

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Well, they'd finally discovered him. The angel had expected to be noticed at some point, but he hadn't thought his less-than-covert hiding place would keep him from their notice for so long. The club was a popular and crowded place, sure, but he was in their line of sight. Ah, well. He wouldn't sit in hiding while they sifted through the masses looking for him. Malachi was was to how these things worked; this wasn't his first rodeo, as some would say. "There's no need to shout, Fallen."

The angel arose from the couchlike chair he'd been perched on, rolling to his feet in a fluid motion. He was easy on his feet, a big man with a light step and a grace that came from being as old and yet as healthy as Malachi Logos was. The silken voice of the black angel had been the one that called him-- that same black angel who had made him feel sick earlier. Who was he? Surely Malachi, an archangel, would recognize this person. After all, all the black angels had once been his brethren, his brothers and sisters. He sometimes met ones he had been close to in heaven, and those were always painful. This angel he didn't think he knew, which was surprising given Malachi's reaction to him. Surely someone so very strongly repulsive to the angelic, so fully tainted with sin, would be recognizable.

As the angel neared, a vision in black that looked surprisingly good on him, he seemed perfectly unaffected by his being called out in a crowd of humans. Several had started muttering; Malachi kept his wings invisible to them, as Krystin did. It wasn't usually advantageous to show them off in a crowd, as any angel well knew. He'd done it, of course, a long time ago when he was a lot less experienced and, well...stupid, but he'd learned, as do we all, from bad experiences. That had been one hell of a day.

Still, to the supernaturals he approached, the angel's wings were perfectly obvious, gigantic white masses of feathers that glowed faintly in the blacklights that pervaded clubs like this one. He stretched them slightly as he walked-- it was always uncomfortable to have to squish them behind him. Storm-cloud blue eyes watched the gathering as he approached, fairly humorless despite the small smile that curved the right half of his lips into the half-smile of a savvy man dealing with unpleasant business. "Good evening, my dears. Gentlemen." The first bit was obviously offered to the women, one mildly frightened and the other mildly apprehensive. Chi's voice was quiet and bemused in the chaotic place. He seemed comfortable, controlled and, despite the sword at his back, unhostile.

"I'm only here to protect my interests, not to start any unnecessary commotion. As long as you do not plan to interfere with any humans, you're not my concern." His gaze flickered from the dark angel to the lycan and then to the other angel, who, despite her fear, he hoped had remembered her purpose in this place enough to keep anything awful from happening under her watch. Chi had wandered to the side of the bar, leaning against it so that he was facing the motley collection with Hiro between himself and Daimon. His forearm lay across the tabletop, the metal of a golden bracer peeking out from his sleeve. The white angel's right hand rested in his pocket lightly, hoping none of this mess would progress past his words.

And then, something in Malachi's little head clicked. His gaze flickered back to the dark angel, and narrowed, as if he was looking at him more closely than he had before. He knew him, somehow. Where from? He thought, perhaps, from somewhere back in heaven, but he wasn't entirely sure. Chi seemed to hold his breath momentarily, wracking a memory that stretched over the years to the beginning of time, to Adam and Eve. Where in God's name did he know this angel from?

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He resists the tempation of battle due to his beloved being by him. But his composure remains steadfast. "Vampires. Lycans.....Fued. Want to kill eachother all the time?" He said jokingly. "It is.....A tempation after all." A smile perked up, he could already taste their boiling blood. What a day, what a day. But why would vampires be here? They had their own damn club, though it would be theirs for too long. He takes a chug of his crazy mixed drink. Still not feeling a thing, if he were to become drunk, he would have a decent excuse to fight.

He grabbed Kystin's ass and gave her a wink. It was a message, a weird message but a message, to be safe in case of a fight the might happen. He inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly, they were closing in, the vampires I mean. And from wwhat it looks like the white angel just might interfere wit his business. But the human were all over, it would go against his morals if even one died due to a fight. He calmly closed his eyes and rests his head on his hands, elbows on the table. He thought for a moment then hears, a vampire lure a few humans outside. Fuck it, there was going to be a fight. Besides he was getting bored with all this gentlemen talk. "Dai....I will be outside." He looks at the white angel. "You protect 'your' humans poorly." He said tauntingly walking by the angel giving him a looks. Wait....He was wearing his nice cloths. Damnit, he walks back to Kys taking off his shirt and hands it to her. Taking out his brass kncuckles, and wears them. "Have fun Dai."

He walks outside to see a small army of vampires and the humans they lured out were also vampires. There were about 80 to 100 vampires, he looks over to the fallen guarding the slaves. "Oh dear...It was a trap...But how would they know I was going to come out if I saw a human near a vampire...Damn....They must know something." He looked at the other three lycans. "Four.....Maybe Dai and his fallen....So about like 10, hassled at the fact that white angel is there. With Anari and Kystin. Hmm....This isn't impossible, but this was going to be somewhat difficult." He smiles. "I like a challenge." His men snickers as they begun to change. While he began to shout. "Hey! Vamps I'll give you something to suck!" He charged his kncuckles on his fists. Not yet using his sword. "Woo!" He shouted as he dropkicks a vampire down and giving him an axe kick breaking his neck.

[emiko]

She was told that some women wished to be slaves and she had a hard time believing that. But it was coming from the mouth of the angel and she was being gullible enough to accept that. As for Hiro being a kind and gentle man, of that she was not sure. He didn't seem like the kind of person she would want to be around. They were speaking of killing vampires and that had her on edge even more than before. Vampires? Yes, if there was to be a fight Anari would have to leave. Though, she did find the reptile in her was feeling a bit aggressive at the time. Perhaps it was the people around her but she wasn't sure. She usually only got aggressive in that form when she was in waters. For now, though, she would not change. She couldn't do anything as her reptile here anyway. That form was best for water things. Her eagle form would be the form she took if she had to attack or even take to the air. She would be less likely to be harmed that way.

Daimon said he would protect her and she would hold him up to that. She realized she couldn't leave them here and not know what happened to them if a fight did break out. She would have to stay here and make sure everyone was fine after. 'Damn,' she thought, a bit frustrated. She put a hand on Daimon's shoulder as he spoke of the women again. Poor girls. They could have a better life. It seemed the female white angel was in on this. Pathetic. Anari lost a bit of respect for her then. She didn't deserve to be a white angel if she was going to help with slavery things. Somehow, though, she kept her white wings and Anari was confused at that. Anari did, indeed, have a pure soul. She feared being betrayed. Daimon wouldn't betray her, though, would he? After giving her what he did...no, he should betray her. There was a bit of trust towards him, though her mind could be changed quite quickly.

The angel was calling out for the other. When Malachi came closer she felt a bit of fear in her. Not of him, but of what they might do to him. Daimon said he wouldn't harm the angel. "Anari," she spoke her name as an introduction to him. Some words were passed from Malachi to the men and Anari looked him over. He was just as gorgeous as Daimon. But there was something about sin that made things even more beautiful. She still found Daimon to be the prettiest thing she had ever seen. Malachi was close there. The angel took his leave and Anari followed him with her eyes. The eagle in her made her want to keep her eyes on him. He didn't seem aggressive so she wasn't afraid of him, but she was curious as to who he was. Maybe she could meet him properly later. Her eyes returned to Daimon, her protector, and Hiro, an old acquaintance.

Anari was beginning to dislike Hiro, she realized. He seemed to fiesty, too aggressive. Daimon had said he was kind but Anari felt as though this man wanted to start a fight here. As he grabbed his angels ass, Anari rolled her eyes. Such public displays were repulsive. Though, Anari couldn't really say anything considering the things she had done in her life. Hiro stated he would be outside and she wondered why. She could pick up the scents around her and she figured the reason. "Angel," she muttered to Daimon. She didn't usually use his name, rather enjoying calling him angel instead. If he didn't like it, too bad. She didn't want to change it. She had a feeling she knew what was going to happen next. She didn't speak with him, then, though she wanted to tell him she wasn't to be harmed. His job was to make sure she wasn't touched, even if she had to join in. There were no more scars allowed to live on this body.

[daimon]

Daimons eyes met hers for a moment before touching his hand gently to her face.
"200, virgins, 250 for non virgins or Ill simply sale to Zane corp." He muttered coldly. He did not negotiate beyond prices lower then that. "Hiro... Your so reckless... Men go outside, dont interfer unless hiro asks for it, and ask that he accepts my deal first." daimon smirked. If hiro needed military support in combat he would have to deal with daimons prices. Daimon looked to the white angel that stood before him.

Daimon was at times non-challent, calm quite and pure.
He smiled sweetly. "You dont remember me?" He mused.
"Its quite impressive an angel as old as time would not be known. Of course You know of me... I am..." He leaned in to whisper to the angel... His demonic pressure surged toward Malachi. "Sin...." he smiled softly.
The pressure subsided and he was sure no one in the room except for Malachi felt his horrid power... His eyes changed crimson for just a fragment of a second and he looked like he had once looked. It was not time to tell people his real name just yet.

Daimons hand moved out toward anaris and held it gently in his own.
He was begining to feel for the girl and he was already protective over her, as though the white angel might harm her. "No humans who do not wish to be harmed will be harmed." He promised. Daimon was reknowned for his word, he was honest and any angel knew of this. Daimon did not create liars, lucifer did. Daimon despised them, they lacked honor.

He smiled softly.
"I dont think you wish to stand in my way anyway malachi, it would be foolish... To say the least I dont think we should be enemies, but angels will be angels." He mused. The creator did not hate Daimon... But the angels did. The angels were the reason Daimon was fallen. They could not live with him being the only sinful creation... They did not understand what freedom was, for they were a breed of ignorance. They much like humans would learn in time.

His soft blue eyes looked to Anari.
"Do not worry about hiro, he is enjoying himself." He smiled sweetly still holding her hand.
"Just as I am debating with malachi here. Its strange an angel would not know me... especially since I know you Malachi, do you remember brother? It would break my heart if you forgot me." He looked genuinely sad and held anaris hand gently in his own... His eyes looking toward the beautiful goddess he had created, how could he ever let such beauty fade... He would keep her safe forever. "Dear anari do not be so afraid My men out number the vampires here 20 fold... As soon as you wish it I will order them to converge on the vampires. Should the vampires die or live?" he asked softly still holding her hand gently in his own. She was innocent and pure so he already guessed her answer.