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

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Krystin smiled. Daimon would keep up with his price. She looked over towards Hiro. He was going to be preoccupied with the vampires. She looked back to Daimon "But..." She started. She had enough money with her, and so did Hiro. She smiled. Hiro had to do something about the vampires. He had always hated them, and she was afraid of them. But now she was stuck. Without Hiro, near another white angel, a black angel, and a shifter. She didn't mind the shifter. She didn't specifically have anything against them.

But she didn't like being left alone with people she didn't know. She then remembered the black angel. Sin. He was the most famous, but she was the most heard of. The Newcomer, the youngest angel. And the youngest sent to earth to stop the slave trade, and in turn slaved herself. Krystin nodded to the other Angel. The least that she could do. She began to let her mind wander, letting everyone's words not bug her, and even began to stop listening.

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Sorry its short

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"Ave Maria, gratia plena." Malachi swore softly, under his breath. In Latin, oddly enough, but prayers in most any language came as a first language to him. He knew, before the black angel 'introduced' himself, who the man before him was. Oh, Malachi remembered, it had just taken him a moment. Actually, he remembered quite well. He kept his head high and jaw set as Daimon leaned in toward him, feeling the pressure of demonic power like a weight on his chest. His head felt like it was in a vise, but he did little more than frown and grit his teeth at the fallen angel who had moved forward to whisper at him. The demonic power was nauseating, but every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and Malachi had his own holy aura to press, in turn, on Daimon.

It was a private battle of wills that occurred between the two angels, invisible to those around them. Sin leaned away, and both clashing powers subsided. Malachi's frown faded away into a sort of sad, resigned expression. "Yes, of course I remember you. How could I forget the day we cast Sin from heaven? It wasn't long after we removed Lucifer from among us." His voice was hollow, but he didn't lower his voice much as Malachi didn't mind those around him hearing. Oh, the great purge-- no angel who'd been around then could ever forget it. And Malachi, in heaven known as the archangel Zadkiel, had been of high enough rank to be a part of the choir that first began the act of stripping angels of their white wings. It was a painful memory, one the angel of mercy didn't particularly enjoy drudging up. It had taken him a long time to agree to the entire idea of creating 'fallen' angels, but he had, obviously, caved.

And now one of many products of that unilateral angelic decision sat before him. He felt like the Allied powers felt in WWII, watching their perhaps too-harsh punishment grow into a monster. He stared this particular monster in the eyes, which flashed crimson for a moment and then settled back into their usual hue. "I'm not sure how far I can trust your word, Fallen. You'll forgive me for wanting to keep an eye on things-- you still remember, I hope, my duty to safeguard my ward...and, of course, free will. I'll only be in your way if you mistreat my people." Malachi was a kind man, but he'd been around for a long time, and he knew better than to trust Sin any farther than he could throw him. He also didn't really like to be threatened, but the feeling skittered off his holy mind; Malachi didn't need to be angry or proud about it. In the end, he'd kept his wings, he'd come out on top.

"You know why you were cast out, Sin. You are not an enemy, just a wayward sibling. I continue to hope you'll come back to us." The white angel said in a quiet, warm voice. Still, there was a resignation in his heart to Daimon's commitment to darkness that defied the hope of his return to the light. As the darkly beautiful black angel's attention turned to Anari, so did Malachi's...again. He wondered who this person was? She seemed to be comfortable with Sin coddling her as he was, and she was dressed rather scantily. He guessed that she was some arm-candy or other of his, but she didn't seem that way, from her eyes to her posture to her emotions, which Malachi sensed easily. Quite a puzzle-- he would've liked to meet her under different circumstances. The white angel heard Sin's question to her and held his breath for a moment, wondering which way this impossible pendulum would swing.

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He growls as he rips the throat of a vampire. A fallen of Daimon comes next to him giving him another ridulous offer. "No I will pay 3000 ofr all or it will be nothing." He said casually. "I want a respectable trade not over priced whores. Zanecorp would sell to me for 2000 for that many slaves. If Daimon wants more money I reconmmend he starts selling drugs or something as well." He pulls out his katana and place it onto an ear of a vampire, you could hear heat burn the skin of the vampire on top of his screams of pain, he was begging to die. You can see the steam rise as the heat burned into the skin. "I grant your wish." He spoke softly as he cuts the head of the vampire. And he swiftly cleans off the blood from the body.

He inhaled fresh air slowly exhaling. Holding his sword outward, his hand a few inches from his face. He swings his blade swiftly and with great power easily cutting down three that was in his way. But this fight was lost, he was going to have to retreat sooner or later, but hey it was always fun killing these disgusting bloodsuckers. His grew more red with each passing moment, his bloodlust slowly taking over him. "Oh what....Fun." He said readying his blade for many more strikes against these vile beasts.

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She felt Daimon's hand hold hers and she smiled, comforted for the time being. She stroked his hand with her thumb as if trying to give him the same comforting feeling. She heard him say that humans wouldn't be harmed and though it didn't satisfy her all the way she was happy that they would be left out of it. She wasn't sure if Hiro felt the same way about keeping the humans out of it all, though, and that worried her. She was glad to have the angel near, it made her feel safe. She watched Malachi, though, not afraid of him in the least. He was a white angel, he couldn't be evil or else he wouldn't have those pretty white wings, right? But what about the other white angel? She was trying to help her master get slaves. That wasn't very nice, right? She was so confused at the moment. She had no idea what to think anymore. Things were a bit off and she decided to just ignore it for the time being.

She met Daimons blue eyes with her own grey ones. She looked into them and listened to him. Hiro was enjoying himself? How horrible. Attacking people was something he enjoyed? She couldn't even imagine how that could be something someone would like to do. It was so cruel. The question from Daimon made her eyes widen and a startled look appeared in them. She was looking at him like he shouldn't have had to ask her such a question. "No," she whispered. "I do not want them to die," she answered, obviously not going to change her mind on that subject. Killing was such a nasty way to solve problems between people. She wondered if Daimon would really keep them alive since she had made her choice? She was too kind to have the angel kill the vampires. "Angel, is he killing them?" she asked, slightly alarmed. Was it ok to kill them if they attacked first? Anari knew she would kill someone if she had to...but she would rather not have to do end someones life.

She looked to Malachi, eyes soft. "He won't harm them," she said, trusting Daimons word. He said the humans wouldn't be harmed and that's what she believed. He was the first person she was growing to trust, though perhaps he wouldn't be the last. It seemed the two angels knew each other, though she wasn't surprised. They came from the same place, did they not? She pressed close to her angel for more comfort and protection seeing as she could hear Hiro outside as clearly as if he were next to her. She was glad she was inside and not out in the middle of it all. Hiro would probablt cut her down just as quickly as he was taking out those vampires. Such a cruel man. Here she had thought he was kind, too. It seemed she had made a bad judgment on the man, though Daimon seemed to get along with him so far. Of course, what was said earlier made her wonder if they got along at all.

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Daimon looked to the white angel, the female that took interest in hiros affairs.
"Do not fear... No harm will come to someone hiro cares for." He promised lightly bowing
his head toward her in respect.The fallen reappeared to daimon relaying hiros message and a light smile came to daimons lips. "Fine 3000 with the rule that the slaves are not to be harmed in anyway." He whispered this to the other fallen angel and the dark angel nodded his head in agreement flickering. "Mr. Hiro... Daimon reluctantly agrees to your offer... of 3000... however the slaves are not to be harmed in anyway. They may be used for sex since it is their wish." The angel relayed the message.

Daimons eyes looked to Malachi.
"Dear brother, if you only you understood... Why did the creator not cast me out? Why is it I still walk in light!" Daimon smiled now holding anaris hand gently in his own. Caring for the girl. "Because I care... I love... I am the very ecense of freedom! Sin is freedom, and without it what would heaven be? Prison... a horrid place without any choice... You see people must choose whom they serve. For no man can serve to masters. You dare interfer with the choices of mortals and tis not me you will answer to tis the creator." Daimon smiled now.

"There are slaves out there guarded by my angels. They are slaves of their own free choice and words and actions would take that freedom away from them... then you my dear angel would be further apart from the creator. I am close to him regardless of what I am... fallen or not... You forget to whom you speak. I am not lucifer and I take no joy in the pain and suffering of others. " Daimon looked to Anari.

"Anari... I swear to you my men will not kill any vampires... All who oppose me will be spared. However I can not make the same promise for hiro and his men, for he is not under my power." Daimon bowed his head lightly to her. "You see malachi, tis not angels but humans who are pure... Look at her... Look at her very soul!!! It is wonderful.... light and pure... Something I love very dearly and would die to keep alive. Anari is close to me because of what she stands for, her very ecense is something that I have wanted to instill in humankind forever. " He whispered to malachi now.

He looked away as vampires appeared around them. Daimon moved his hand forward and members of the fallen appeared taking down the vampires with their hands placing them in submission and knocking them out not killing a single being. Daimons eyes moved to malachi. "How could I return to those who rejected me." He seemed geniunely hurt... Pain flooded through him remembering how close he was once to the white angels... how pure they seemed to him... was it all a lie? Were they all brain washed fools who could not see the creators design!

"The creator created me... to sin... and yet you deny me for it..." His voice was soft kind and gentle as he held anaris hand in his own, so gentle and delicate with her for she was his flower. She was proof ... everything about her was proof that the world was not yet hell. She was truly his innocent... rose.
He kissed her cheek and then looked back to malachi. "You do not plan to interfere do you brother?" Daimons eyes peirced the angel with their bright shine.

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Krystin didn't like having all these people around her. She didn't appreciate the huge crowds, especially when Hiro was out fighting, he couldn't protect her. She was looking around the room wearily, not hearing what the group was talking about. She didn't really need to pay attention anymore. Daimon had a black angel relaying his messages. It wasn't up to her anymore. But she did catch part of the conversations. The slaves were being sold for 3000 but no harm to them. She slightly laughed. Hiro, harm a slave? Never. Or at least, that's what she hoped. She couldn't control him, she couldn't stop him if he wanted to anyways.

Krystin began to listen to the next part of the conversation but stopped, it was about heaven, hell, prison, and falling. Or that's what she got out of it. She didn't want to pay attention. She was rather worried about Hiro. She didn't like him fighting, but he liked fighting, and he hated vampires, so she wouldn't do anything to do anything about it. But she did decide to sit on one of the stools that were near the bar, slightly away from the group, but not by much.

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Sorry its short, and Rather late.

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Malachi watched the dealings of the slavers going on before him in disgust, his expression making it obvious that he found this sort of talk vile. Still, this was obviously a large organization. There was no hope for Chi to try something alone like this, but he would absolutely be keeping his eye on these people, now that he knew who they were. And even the other little white angel, who sat petulantly off to the side, laughing as she listened in on the deal being cut, would be watched. That laugh seemed to clue Chi in that she might not be keeping her white wings for much longer. Sitting by as people's lives were traded-- the very lives she as an angel was supposed to protect-- was a quick way to fall out of the good graces of the powers that be.

Daimon, however, was speaking again. "I am afraid it is you who doesn't understand." The look of disgust had turned into one of a sort of sad thoughtfulness. It was as though Malachi was looking at a long-lost brother who had convinced himself of some sort of unutterable madness and was trying to convince the white angel it was true. "Or perhaps you simply do not remember. It was a long time ago, after all. I will not bother to display to you what you must know to be true, that you no longer possess your wings because you no longer walk in the Light." The blue-gray eyed man paused for a moment, sighing. "Only one angel was ever cast out by the hand of Him we serve, and that was the Most Unclean, the Usurper. The rest of the Fallen were cast out by the seraphim and the chayot ha kodesh with His blessing." If there was anything Malachi knew, it was the history of his kind. God had cast out Lucifer, whose name Chi was loathe to speak, and the highest council of angels had dealt with his followers, those who they now referred to as 'Fallen.' The memories still haunted him sometimes-- he was glad to now be on earth, where he wasn't required to attend that heavenly host that cast angels out of heaven.

"I admit that my knowledge of freedom is limited, but I know heaven is no prison, with or without your influence. Choice exists independently of sin, but you cannot see past your pride to understand that. The world is not so polarized as you make it out to be." The black angel's smile was sinister to Chi-- was he trying to convince an archangel that sin was holy? Because there was nothing short of the choir of seraphim that would change his mind on that subject. "Saccharrine lies do not sway me, Sin, as they may your other victims. I feel your unholiness even now. You may not be the Son of Perdition, but you follow his path closely."

Daimon seemed to turn his attention to the girl for a moment, and he suddenly felt a spike of pity for the little woman. Sin had her ensnared and sweetalked, seduced with his words and impeccable beauty. It was a shame to him to see, as the black angel seemed to coo soothing things into her ear. He listened as Daimon attempted to preach to him with an impassive face, his brows knitting in concern. Sin was sounding rather out of his mind. "Humans are Our Father's chosen ones, not your playthings, Sin, and I am here as His envoy to ensure you and your brethren remember that." Chi's pale blue eyes moved to look at Anari for a moment, his expression softening somewhat. "If you are as pure as Sin says you are, you would do better to stay away from him if you intend to stay that way. You do not deserve to be dragged into this evangelical mess, Child of Gaia." He had many more words for Anari, but now was neither the time or place, or the ideal company.

And yet the white angel's eyes slid back to Daimon, who apparently was testing the limits of Chi's patience with Fallen. The angel had never been very good at dealing with them, anyway-- not those like Daimon, who embraced evil and wrongdoing as he did. Most knew it for what it was, though. Daimon, on the other hand, seemed to be convinced that what he was doing was still holy somehow. And, what was more, he was convincing. It was a deadly combination, rather unfortunately. "We rejected you for the ideals you embraced, Sin, not for who you are." He had been created as pure as the rest of them, of course. "If you are truly convinced the Highest Power created you to embrace the evils that you do, surely you cannot question why we who deny evil also deny you."

Malachi gave Daimon a very deep, questioning look then, wondering how he had come to the conclusion that he understood the mechanisms and engineerings of their creator. It was the sort of prideful thought that would get one cast out of heaven, to think they knew the designs of God. The angel's gaze met Daimon's evenly as his bright eyes rose to meet his. "You can be more than sure that if you continue on the path you're on, I will interfere without hesitation. I am not, however, equipped to thwart this...transaction right now." The angel didn't seem perturbed that he couldn't act at present, just calm, as if he knew that the time would soon come where he would have the upper hand.