Mistress..!? [Layla]

[yamato]

The dank smell of the cemetary permeated his nose, causing him to sniff a few times trying to rid himself of the scent. The sea of grey stones reminded him of his captivity in a sense, they seemed as dull and lifeless as his new postion was. He was now the slave of some black angel, something he hated more then anything which made his skin crawl. Lucifer had found it quite hilarious to do this to him as a form of punishment, he could not disobey her words when they were a direct command, nor could he cause her bodily harm without such a command. Things went from amazing to dreadful in the blink of an eye, all over a simple misunderstanding when it came to his armies.. they had failed in other words.

Now he awaited her coming, he had a feeling that she'd find him somehow, even if she was not aware of this bond. Crimson cloak would flutter in the wind as he stood on top of a large crypt. His raven tresses would follow the same motion as his cloak, causing whoever looked upon the yard to see what appeared to be an eeriely beautiful man haunting the crypt. Some would see him as an apparition due to his porcelin skin, assuming that they were seeing a ghost or something. The hilt of a pure obisidian Katana poked up over his right shoulder from beneath his cloak, his only method of defense other then his abilities. "I hate waiting.." he grumbled to himself as he glanced around the yard once more.

At one point he could have sworn that he saw a human girl in the distance, gasping in shock she had run off. At least they still feared him, wether it was out of true terror or respect did not matter to him. "She better at least be pretty on the eyes." he grumbled again as he remembered the last time he was punished this way. She was a fat hog of a human who had forced him to do unspeakable things. That was the downside to Immortality, you had to remember the bad along side the good for eternity. Never in his life had he been terrified.. until she had taken off her shoes. Shuddering slightly, he would shake his head and look down at a small pocket watch.

"Are you out there, hiding perhaps?"

[emiko]

Such an interesting place, the graveyard. Had she not been here once before? Meeting a little boy and some other man she had since forgotten about? Such a sad day it was. Raining and cold, wet. She had carried with her an umbrella so Kyle couldn't get soggy. Tonight, though, it was not raining. Instead, the sky was clear with very few clouds and the moon had come out to play. It shone down on her and lit her up, giving her an eerie glow to her. Such a frightening angel she could be when she wanted to. But tonight she was calm and sad, her eyes full of sorrow. She kept Kyle close to her chest and in silence, they moved through the graves of the dead. Such a shame they were dead. Layla had heard about these humans who could summon the dead. Could that be possible? Layla was unsure. She would have liked to found out, though. Oh how fun it would be to make those dead things think about their deaths. Such a sad thing to them most of the time.

Usually, she could feel pain in a cemetary. She could feel the sadness for lost friends or family. This one, though had been abandoned. No one cared any longer about the people who had been layed to rest here. At least they had peace. Well, unless a necromancer brought them back up to come among the living. Would they be able to think? Would they be able to be angry at having been awakened from their perpetual sleeping? an interesting conversation this would make. Angels were not born, they were created? How exactly did this happen, she wondered. Was she once a wandering human soul herself? Surely not. This was not the body she would have had if that were the case. Layla chose this body for her own use when she was a white angel. She chose a small fifteen year old body with blue eyes and long, black hair that seemed to have a blue look to it.

Today, her outfit was a purple dress that seemed to show a bit more than a little fifteen year old should have been showing. But her age was beyond fifteen years. You could almost see it in those sad, blue eyes of hers. She was old, older than many people here. Not older than Daimon or malachi, but she had some years behind her. Perhaps the young girl wasn't that smart or strong, but she had been around for quite some time. Her mind was well developed and could not be broken down. She could act like a psycho but deep inside she knew what she was doing. Why was the black angel in the graveyard tonight? Only so she could sit around and think about all the terrible things these people did that would have them in the ground. Where would they go after death?

Unfortunately, the two were not going to be alone on this night. Layla could hear someone say something nearby. "Who's there?" Kyle asked. Only Layla could hear him. She shrugged her shoulders. She neared the man, obviously not afraid of him. She didn't speak to him, only stood before him with sad eyes and let Kyle look him over, just as she was doing. This purple bunny held to her chest was simply bathed in a dark aura. Her's was dark as well and they mixed together. There was no telling where one aura ended and the other began. She reached out to find those strands of sorrow in her intruder. Despair pulled on these threads to start the process she did with every person she met, her mind forming a small web of his sorrow and despair. She was, after all, Sloth of the seven sins. She was cute standing there, huggable and seeming to need comforting. She didn't seem threatening at all.

[yamato]

Human?

Another presence entered the cemetary that night, yet he could not tell what that was really. She radiated an aura of despair from her persons, something that most demons did however she did not appear to be as different in mortal appearance as a demon was. What was she doing out in a cemetary at night dressed like that? Perhaps she was a nightwalker, or as the humans called them a "Hooker"? His eyes drifted over her, wondering if it was true that humans did things like that, sold their own bodies for money. He'd been so preoccupied with fighting a war for centuries, he had never truly figured out exactly how Humans worked nor did he truly care to.. he just knew that he hated them with a passion.

Oh? What was this now, she stopped right before him. His crimson eyes would fall upon her slowly as they drifted to the purple cloth she was carrying. What was that creature? He'd eye it slowly as he crouched somewhat, squatting low so he could get a better look. "..." nothing would be said as he just continued to stare back into her eyes blankly, something about her was calling to him in a way that made his skin crawl. What was this feeling, it was like she held some sort of massive power that he could not even comprehend. "Why did you stop in front of me? Of all the places you could go here.." he asked in what came out as a deep monotone voice, his voice was mostly only eerie when he was in demon form.

The night winds kicked up some as the grass swayed and his crimson cloak fluttered in the breeze. It could be seen that he was not human by his flawless features, the fact that when his cloak fluttered there seemed to be no end to the fabric as it floated behind for nearly five feet when it had been alot shorter only moments before. Something about her eyes as well, they were entrancing yet they made him feel uneasy. He wasn't neccasarily afraid of her, just very spooked by her lack of a reaction to him. That was when his attention to detail would finally kick in, there was a single black wing. Blood would boil within his veins, so thats what it was.

"You're one of those disgusting creatures.." he spat nodding towards the ever present wing.

[emiko]

Her eyes held a bit of sorrow, though that was normal. If he continued to stare he could get lost in her eyes, fall in the emotions that she put out. He would drown in sorrow and the black angel would do nothing to pull him back to the surface. So far he would fall and she would continue to push him even deeper. Layla wasn't a hooker, she would not sell her body for money. She didn't need money anyway. She didn't ask for much really. She lived in a tiny apartment where she sat around and thought about things she could have done but never did. She could think about the things she did and shouldn't have. She could wrap herself in her own sorrow and love it. So depressed she usually was, but who cared for her? Yes, she had the sins, she had Daimon. Obviously Kyle cared for her, but never did someone else care for her. She didn't care, though. Why would she need such people?

She watched him look at her bunny then move his eyes back to hers. Her blue eyes narrowed a bit as he spoke. She didn't speak and perhaps that was worse than her actually talking. The silence was disturbing and perhaps a bit eerie. But Layla wasn't much of a talker and she didn't see a reason to speak to this man who so boldly questioned her. She had to admit that she loved the way he spoke, she smiled a bit at the sound, though her smile was still sad. The button eyes stared at the male, the man inside that stuffed animal so eager to find out about the demon. "Hello, hello," Kyle stated clearly as if the man could hear him. Despair turned her head to the side carefully as she studied him. Still, she did not speak. Kyle, though, was talking on and on about how he had never really gotten to play with demons before. "Such an interenting thing to see, don't you think?" he asked her. Sometimes Layla was glad no one else could hear that stuffed toy.

Layla wasn't sure she wanted to cut open this demon. Something told her he would be best used while he was alive, not while he was dead. that wouldn't stop her from causing him a bit of pain, though. She couldn't kill everyone. If she did, who would be around to play with her? Kyle knew what she was thinking and he mentally shrugged, seeing as that was the only way he could move in the first place. The wind came around and Layla felt all the loose things around her move as well. She pulled out her navy blue wing, stretching it above her. It wasn't as big as many of the wings she had seen but it was big enough. It was beautiful, in it's own way. It was covered in navy blue feathers that seemed so broken and hopeless. His words made her raise an eyebrow. Her hand came forward and she hit him across the face. Kyle was suddenly excited to see what was going on. There wasn't much power behind the hit but it was enough to make his cheek sting if she made contact.

[yamato]

Her gaze -- it was perhaps the most depressing thing he'd ever gazed upon. What was with this child, she emitted an air of despair, of sorrow, lonliness. Her half lidded stare seemed like there was nothing in her life worth living for, she showed very bleak emotion it seemed -- if any. The Demon was slightly unsettled by the Black Angel, merely because he'd never come across one who seemed so apathetic to everything. His hand slowly inched towards his Katana, for some reason his mind was subconciously sending the urge to just do away with her to end the suffering she radiated. Or perhaps.. was he going to use it on himself to escape it? Even as a demon her power seemed unbearable, it was like being in Lucifers presence, there was no hope, no light, nothing.

Sweat rolled down Yamato's forehead as he seemed to be inwardly fighting against his hand. He would not draw the blade, regardless of the endless sorrow being sent his way. Thats when he'd gasp, unsure about her. She smiled? Even though it was still sad, it was unsettling to think that such a thing was capable of something like that. Usually everything with such an eerie demeanor could do it though, it was part of their natural horror which made them so frightening. A smile and a stuffed rabbit, this was the strangest thing he'd seen on a black angel since the beginning of his time. Had the surface truly become hell? Thats how it felt right now, it felt like there was nothing but her and this endless madness.

That infernal wing, the sign of his hatred that caused his blood to pound through his veins. How he wanted to cut that repulsive thing off, to watch it fall to the ground mutilated and flailing. Gritting his teeth he would lower himself to the ground with a single swift movement, however as he did so a tiny hand would come across his face. A small sting was felt through out the demons face, yet as a demon warlord he'd felt so much worse that the pain barely registered to him. "..one." he'd count slowly as if he was keeping track of something. "I'd suggest you keep your hands to yourself or else you and that rabbit will feel my wrath.." he growled softly as his red eyes flared. They glowed so bright that it seemed like a crimson fire.

"What do you want, girl?"

[emiko]

By now Layla had created a web that would make him feel a bit suicidal. Depression was such a harsh thing to endure. It made a person do things they would never do otherwise. Even the strongest of people could fall prey to their own sorrow, she knew. That's why she was so powerful. Everyone had some hard times in their life. Everyone felt down. Not one person in the world could say they lived a happy life and never felt down about anything. Something always happened to make life a bitch and Despair was there to make things worse. It was almost like she took away all the good things in life and replaced them with bad things. As a white angel, her effect had been the opposite. But now she only brought sadness. Such a depressing person she was. Even her voice seemed so sad and painful. Everything about her would bring tears to the eyes of people who felt bad for people like her. She noticed his hand move to his Katana and she shook her head a bit.

"Ahahaha, I think he plans to attack you. You had better get away," Kyle demanded. Layla took a step back away from the man before her. She heard him gasp at her smile and she turned her head to the side a bit. Not once did she take her eyes off this man. Despair seemed to have some kind of staring problem, she loved to watch people. She couldn't help but watch every little movement they made. She knew it would help her get to know them a bit better. "What should we do with this one, Layla?" Kyle asked, those button eyes staring at Yamato as if he saw everything the man was thinking. It could be quite unsettling and Despair had not seen one person who could look into the button eyes of her stuffed doll and not have a chill run down their spine. Such a pair they made, it seemed. Add Lust into the picture and the three were unstoppable.

She heard that number being sounded off and she wondered what it meant. Kyle seemed to be concentrating so she didn't ask him. But, Yamato threatened her. Not only her, though, but her bunny as well. Her eyes widened for a moment before going back down into a glare. She pulled tight on the threads of emotions she was holding for Yamato, knowing he would feel a surge of sorrow and even more pained than before. Kyle knew what Layla was thinking. Yamato hadn't touched the bunny yet but he had threatened him. The black angel pulled the stuffed animal closer to her chest, listening to the mans question as she quickly pulled a gun out from behind her. It had been sitting between her skin and the tight cloth of the dress, hidden behind her wing. No one would have known it was there. Kyle insisted upon her carrying this little hand gun wherever she went. She now had it aimed at the man before her. "You."