Hell on Earth ..... Mature

[midnight]

Normally most angels could stay invisible, but he had been grievously wounded in battle against the traitorous dark angels. This wound was not external and could not be seen or aided... it was a thing that would take time, perhaps even years for him to regain his full power.

For now he was try and keep out of trouble and avoid the fallen angels, well it was a easier said than done. His large eagle wings the rose past his shoulder blades and nearly brushed the ground made him stick out like a sore thumb.
Vick didn't look like an angel at the moment, no he looked more like a viking warlord. He was strong, cords of muscle moved rippled beneath his bronze skin, yet it couldn't be seen for he was covered in mud and dirt, that even made his blonde hair looked brown.

Vick looked down from the Auctioneer platform at the mortals about him, his wrists where chain, and he was forced to lug around a heavy iron ball that attacked to chain shackled around his ankle so he couldn't fly.

Normally Heaven would have helped him out... but not this time.

"Ignorant mortal, release me I serve the light! and Heaven!" he growled at the auctioneer.

"Really so you're an angel then?" the auctioneer chuckled,

"Yes! Now unchain me!" he snapped impatiently

The auctioneer pointed to pale looking man in a cage with butterfly wings, "We got a lot of those," he chuckled.

Vick's face flashed red with a rage, "Thats a fairy!" he roared.

But the auctioneer wasn't paying attention, "Ladies and gentleman, first up for bidding is the bird man!

"I told you I am an angel!" The warrior angel roared, "I hope God d**ns you to Hell!" he seethed.

The auctioneer chuckled, "I don't believe in God or Hell," he replied casually.

Vick was so furious he accidentally dropped the iron ball on onto his foot and began flapping about historically on stage.

"Do I here any bids for the Birdman?!?" asked the auctioneer again.
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SOME HISTORY
Victory is one of the reason’s why the fallen angels and demon’s are no longer in heaven. However in one particular battle he was wounded…. The wound however was not of external but one of magic which drained him of most of his strength and power.

This however at the time didn’t faze him, for at the moment he had lived up to his name and had achieved a great victory over the darkness. And in his a shout he declared , “I am THE Angel of Victory!”

Heaven looked down and frowned hearing the angel praise himself. Seeing that his prideful heart was with out love or compassion, would not heal him and refused to allow him to return until he learned humility and most of all… how to love.

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OOC

Was thinking chaotic and gradual romance... Open for surprises =)

LOOKING FOR: Witch, Werewolf, Demon, Angel, Vampiress, human, or any mistress works that can handle 6'4" 200lb brute with wings =)


NOTE
Even though Victory has lost almost of his former abilities strength and power. He is still exceptionally strong compared to most mortals and can fly.

Also Victory is very prideful, even if your character is nice and free's him, he will in fact fly off with out saying thank you... which will make for a very short and boring rp =(

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_{leona ;;}

She needed a new toy, that was for sure. Some people just didn't understand terms of slavery, or just flat out resisted, though this physic vampire didn't mind it so much. She liked the prideful kind, those that tried to escape, that held the small glimmer of hope in them. It made it more fun for Leona to rip them down from their hopes and dreams, whatever they were living for. She watched with interest, her golden eyes taking everything in in the auction, the second one she had attended. Leona had seen many people come and go in her life, and most of them hadn't interested her too much. However, the newest one upon the stage did. He was well built, and was unmistakeably an angel, though he didn't seem to be a fallen one, so he had to be simply a white angel, one of Leona's favorite kinds. Whether it be the noble way about them, or just the easiness that came with them, the vampiress liked them, one of the few beings here that held respect from her.

And so, she raised her voice, loud and clear, though having that feminine pitch to it. "200 for the angel." The people around her began to talk, and soon, even more bets were made, climbing higher and higher. Slowly, Leona began to move through the crowd, coming up to the stage from the middle of the people, races of all kinds around. FInally, when the cost had risen to 700, Leona smirked, and called out once more. She wouldn't lose this one, for that small bit of a proud attitude surrounded him, and the vampiress liked that; he would be fun to toy with.

"1,000 for him!" Her voice rang with finality and triumph, for no one else challenged her after than, a silence befalling the auction, one that this place didn't see too often. "Good, I'll be taking my new prize now," Leona purred, looking up to auctioneer, that gleam of arrogance about her, but not overdoing it. Right now, she held all control, and would like to keep it that way.

[midnight]

Victory paused shifting nervously when the auction had become silent... it slowly dawned on him that he had been sold. Two men walked came walking over to grab him, "Release me! I command it!" he shouted shoving one off the stage. Several guards quickly came up behind him to intervene, Victory's struggles ceased immediately "My wings!" he gasped, quickly yielding. Victory reluctantly picked up the led ball that was shackled to his ankle keep on the ground as he was forced down from the stage.

Victory's sky blue eyes coldly glared down at the woman who had purchased him. He really didn't care who she was, she was a mortal and there for under him, "Unchain me, woman" he snapped as if he were master not she... which in his mind he was accept it seemed everyone there had forgotten this.

The two men, whom held Victory's chains looked at the woman, doubting by her size that she could handle the slave who looked considerably stronger than she, "Would you like us to put him into a cage for you? he's a bit strong for you to handle," suggested the man on the right. Victory looked up seeing the small iron barred cage that was being push over to his direction. "No! I am not going in there again! I can't breath in there!" he snapped, beginning to struggle once more for in all truth was a bit claustrophobic when it came tight places. Victory cried out in pain and a tear ran down his face when the guards grip tightened on his wing. "let go! let go!... please let go... you're going to break it...!" he seethed.

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His struggles were useless, and she felt a small bit of pity for the newly bought slave. A small sigh escaped Leona, though it was hard for those around her to tell whether it was mocking or not. "I'm not going to release you, save your breath," she said, lightl, with barely any meaning to the words with her voice, as though she were having a normal conversation. It was easily one of her best abilities, acting, besides her telekinesis. "Okay, relax, you." That was also directed to the chained angel, and then she turned to the men. "No, I'll be fine, the cage isn't neccessary," Leona purred, shooting them a smile, one of her hands quickly wrapping itself around both of the chains. Of course, she did have inhuman strength, but, if that weren't enough to handle the newest addition, then there was always telekinesis to fall back on, which was strong, depending on the user's will.

She let out an annoyed growl when he cried out in pain, though it wasn't directed at the man, moreso those that we causing her new pet harm. "Release him," she snarled, gold eyes gleaming angrily at them, and they let go instantl, backing away quickly, and disappearing to bring the newest auction out. Gently, though without letting up on that strength that held his bindings, Leona led the angel away, through the crowd, away from the auction. "Now, tell me your name," the physic vampiress said, gently, but with that tone of authority that wasn't to be challenged. She wouldn't hurt him.. after all, he didn't have a clue what happened, did he?

"And, please, tell me how the hell you got in there, angel," she also added, before he could speak. White angels were detested by those in the slave trade, as they were usually the ones attempting to stop it. However, it seemed as though this particular one didn't want to do anything about it, save for freeing himself.

[midnight]

Victory's jaw clenched tightly, and he let out a scowl of disgust and looked away from her when she refused to unchain him... the nerve of the mortals, he thought though he was very much relieved that he wasn't going to be put into the cage.

"Where are you taking me! Woman! answer me!" he snapped trying to pull agianst Leona but he found her to be surprisingly stronger than her appearance.

"Now, tell me your name," the physic vampiress said, "And, please, tell me how the hell you got in there, angel," she also added,

Victory was irate, he wasn't going to answer to this... mortal ... who was she to ask questions of him!?! "Its not of your concern mortal, so keep out of it! " he replied sourly , "And as for my name! I shall not tell you either for you are worthy to even to speak it," he announced proudly. Victory tried to pull away once more, "Unchain me now!" he growled in frustration, hardly able to contain his outrage at being pulled along by this mortal woman.

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His struggles were just as useless before, but this time, she didn't say anything. Leona let out a soft sigh. "I'm not saying anything of imprtance to you until you tell me your name." It was a fair enough comprimise, Leona thought. After all, shouldn't it be fair. "C'mon, I'm not gonna bite you," she said gently, looking back to him, his ignorance of how she operated annoying, slightly. Another light tug back on the chains, not enough to hurt him, but with just that right bit of small power behind it to let him know that she wasn't fooling around.

His tone was still defiant, and yet.. it made Leona grin. The small woman was happy to have such a challenge like this again. "You aren't going anywhere, so suck it up!" she retorted, just as he did, sourly and annoyed. "So be still, canary." She let that bit of a name slip at the end. If he wouldn't give Leona a name, then the angel would be called numerous ones until he did. "It is my concern, idiot," she said, quietly, continuing down the street quietly, looking at the crescent moon dangling in the night sky.

[midnight]

Victory grunted feeling the sharp tug, "I hardly think what ever you have to say is of little importance," he declared in defiance. The angel gritted his teeth hearing the word, 'canary'. "You have no idea what you're doing!" he growled. He looked down at the woman, studying her carefully "Parasite," he shot back coldly perceiving that she was a vampire. With that Victory dropped the ball-and-chain onto the ground and stubbornly planted his feet on the ground refusing to go any where. "I am not carrying this... this thing!... any further!" he stated, and crossed his arm and held his knose in the air.

"And I refuse to walk on this... filth... you mortal's call earth!" he protested pointing to the ground, "I've got wings! I am meant to fly not walk!" he insisted. Fluttering his wings uncomfortably, he didn't even want to look at how much dirt they had picked up while on earth. "Do I make my self clear woman?"

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She looked back to him, slightly annoyed. "If nothing I say means anything, then you should shut up, or, if you'd rather talk, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be put back into a cage!" Leona said sharply, obviously now perturbed at his behavior. And then he insulted her, and this time, the golden eyes were angry, ready to kill. "I don't drink blood," Leona scoffed, being a type of vampire, just physic, feeding off of energy instead. As the heavy iron ball fell to the ground, she sighed, picking it up easily with her telekinesis, the angel still as stubborn as ever. She sighed again, looking at him, a hand touching the wings that he possessed, running through the feathers almost thoughtfully.

"I understand clear enough, and my name isn't woman, got it, canary? It's Leona Bengara," she said her name slowly, like speaking to a child. "Alright. Why don't you tell me you're name, and anything else I deem of importance, and you can fly, just for a bit. Does that sound good to you?"

Of course, the little woman had no intention of fully letting the angel go. Simply enough, she would remove the ball and chain, and just put one of his arm, like a pet on a leash, though giving him enough lead so that the angel could still fly. "So, what do you think?" This time, Leona spoke a bit gentler, trying to be nice, at least, even if he wouldn't be. "And learn some manners. I'm not the one on a chain," she retirted quietly, though it was loud enough for him to hear.

[midnight]

Victory's eyes darkened when she threatened to put him back into the cage, however he still refused to comply.

"I don't drink blood," Leona scoffed,

The angel smirked slightly seeing that he had found her nerve, "What's the difference between one mortal and the other," he sighed in a bored tone, he however frowned seeing the ball lifted up into the air. Which didn't impress him so much as that he disliked the idea of her having so much power over him. But then he felt her hands going through his dusty feathers. Which was the point were Victory lost his temper, and went so far as shove her away. "Don't you ever! EVER! TOUCH MY WINGS!" he thundered.

Victory towered over the woman, his wings flared out making him even look bigger, ///wooooooosh!\\\ a cloud of dust erupted from his wings blasting Leona as he jumped into the air. "I am Victory! Warrior Angel of the light and of heaven! Touch my wings with your dirty hands once more I shall smite you down with fire and steal!" he threatened. He was furious that he didn't even listen to the last bits she was saying.

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She smirked, but then her lips turned downward, a small growl coming from her as well at his furious outburst. He had found her own nerve, that was true; but now, Leona had something to hold against this angel as well. She was shoved away roughly, and another growl, louder this time, came from the physic vampiress. He was impressive-looking, with his wings spread out like that, and, if Leona had seen him on a better day, probably would have given that a smirk. Apparently, he wouldn't listen to her, not just yet.

A small tug on the chain brought him down, face to face with Victory, that small smirk not leaving. She had won this round, gotten the name of him, which she had wanted. "I'll touch them if I want; after all, who's the one attached to a chain?" she said softly, looking him over. "As well, I have to say that was quite a good show you put on for me, Victory. Now, let's go home, and get you cleaned up, hmm? Or would you rather a mortal woman not touch you?" The last bit, as well, was slightly mocking, just like before.

And let him back up, beginning to continue, and would let him follow at his own pace, the chain gently wrapped in her hand, a good grip on it. Victory the angel wouldn't be going away anytime soon. She had tyoo many questions for him, and then, there were other matters to take care of. "And, after that, I'll get a collar for you."

[midnight]

The angel's powerful wings beat the air, blasting everything and everyone one around his with dust. Victory cursed as he was jolted forward, forced to look Leona in the face.

"I'll touch them if I want; after all, who's the one attached to a chain?" she said softly,

Victory snarled and tried to pull away, but the chains held him tight.

"As well, I have to say that was quite a good show you put on for me, Victory. Now, let's go home, and get you cleaned up, hmm? Or would you rather a mortal woman not touch you?"

Disliking the dirt that was flying about, Victory touched the ground once more and roared in outrage realizing in his anger and that he had given her his name, "You keep your hands off me! Unchain me now!" he shouted. He finally consented in following her, for his pride was so great he didn't like being seen that this small woman was over powering him...

"And, after that, I'll get a collar for you."

That was until she mentioned the collar, which sent Victory into a hysterical tirade, his flapping about and he began thrashing around with every ounce of his strength all the way to her home, "I'll wear no such thing! accursed mortal!" he shouted back at her, his heals digging into the ground as he dragged him through the streets.

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He finally gave up in flying, due to the dirt that was now in the air, and Leona wrinkled her nose. Disgusting, really, but, it was where she lived, nothing could be done. He kept demanding to be unchained, but his attitude proved quite difficult. "If I unchain you, you'll leave, so no. Get it through your head!" she snapped, not turning to look at him, but continuing, eventually reaching her place above Syndicate, and going quietly upstairs, drawing up the key, and unlocking the room she resided in, paying enough rent a month, but keeping a steady job here. He was hard to get to cooperate, and she practically dragged him upstairs.

"If I so accursed, then why don't the angels of 'light and heaven' help us, Victory? Why do they simply watch us and do nothing?!" Now, Leona had lost her temper.
Pulling out a thin, close to solid gold collar, she snapped it around the angel's neck, binding him to her, showing the world that he was a slave, as was in par with the nature of this city.

Now, she gently and quietly undid the chains that bound him, a hand clamped firmly around his wrist, Leona led Victory over to the bathroom, nudging him in the direction of the bath tub. "I'll trust you to bathe yourself, tweety," she said lightly, and this time, she didn't use that mocking tone of voice; it was a more serious one, though that was even slightly disguised. "When you get out, I'll have clothes for you laid on the bed, okay?"

[midnight]

Victory smashed holes in the walls, and tore up the wooden planks from the stairs he he fought her all the way into her room.

"If I so accursed, then why don't the angels of 'light and heaven' help us, Victory? Why do they simply watch us and do nothing?!" Now, Leona had lost her temper.

"Thats not our job! Besides when the world ends you'll all die and whether you go to heaven or hell is not for me to decide!" he shouted back at her. His eyes widened seeing the collar in her hand, he let out a shout, his wings nocking over a vase and a large full length mirror as he made his last desperate attempt to escape. But it was useless he closed his hot tears of shame came running down face muddy face as he felt the cold metal touch his neck. Hearing the collar lock around his neck Victory fell to his knees and his massive wings moved over him covering him to hide his face as he wept on the floor, no longer fighting her as she unchained him.

The angel kept his face hidden as she forced him to his feet leading him over to the bathroom. Victory slowly folded his wings back seeing the tub she expected to bath in.... his jaws tightened, "I will only bath in rain water that has not yet touched the earth," he replied refusing to bath.

As for clothes, "And I will not where those clothes on the bed, I will only be clad in a modest robe of pure white clothe," he added, not bother to turn around and look at her.

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"Then get moving and make somebody do it. We're all doomed those, anyway, so what's the point?" she retorted back, a bitter voice replacing that soft on that Leona once held every so often. She looked to him upon his refused, the tears marks visible, clearing their path, leaving his face clean where they had touched, just two small streaks. Leona only sighed, not really in the mood for another bout with Victory. Turning on the faucet, she took a step toward him, beginning to undress him, letting the physic force she possessed hold in place, not allowing him to move around too much, not to struggle one bit, though he could speak(and therefore complain) easily.

Standing behind him once she was bare, her hands guided him to the tub, filled with warm water, a relaxing sort of thing to nearly anybody. "When in Rome do as the Romans do," she said queitly, again, slightly forcing him to sit down in the tub, his back to her, though softly washing off his face first, getting rid of the dirt that had been caked on, moving down his torso, before allowing him the ability to move slightly and finish off his body, before taking a small bit of clean water and pouring it over his head, wetting what appeared to brown hair, and softly washing that too, sometimes a sigh coming from her as well. Another gasp came from her, when she had finished, and revealed the soft blond hair that Victory originally possessed. "What did they do to you?" she whispered, before getting up andsetting a white towel near him, large enough to cover the angel, before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind her.

She grumbled as she rummaged through what she owned, looking for what he wished to wear. However, upon coming up short, she sighed. He would have to do with what she gave him, though the clothes weren't that bad. A soft gold shirt, with a small collar to it, and some white pants, along with some boxers and socks, were placed on the bed for Victory. He would have to deal with what she gave him, whether the angel liked it or not. Her phisic hold on him was released when she had left the bathroom, and she patiently waited for him to get out, Leona situating herself nicely on the bed.

[midnight]

Vela folded his arms across his chest and scowled watching turn on the faucet, "I am not bathing in that filth," he declared, seeing all water clean or not filthy if it had remotely near the ground at any single point or time. However suddenly he found he that it was impossible to move, he look at Leona in absolute horror as she came to remove his torn white robe from him. "Don't you touch me!" he shouted. Completely outraged at his invasion of privacy, as she stripped him naked.

"When in Rome do as the Romans do," she said queitly,

"How dare you! I won't! give me back my clothes!" he continued to protest. His fell eyes on the tub again as he forced to into, he let out disgusted groan as if he was bathing in manure. "Stop!" he commanded but before he knew it, the water was up to his chest and she had him sitting down in the tub. "Don't touch my wings....... HAY! HAY!" he shouted in alarm voilated was she worked her down his bronze chest, to his abs and lower abdomen. "You have no right to touch me mortal!" he protested. But then began to splutter and gag as she washed his face. "Get off of me!" he growled.

"What did they do to you?" she whispered.

Victory didn't answer he just sat in the tub waiting to be let out. Suddenly once the door was closed and she had left, he felt himself being released. Immediately Victory shot out of the tub like a rocket hitting his head through ceiling creating a large hole, while spraying water all over the place. He looked down at the towel left for him and pressed it to himself and glared at the door feeling so violated he could barely speak. He wasn't about to walk out of the room wearing a towel around his waste... or be indecently dressed as he viewed it. He instead shut his eyes and focused... it wasn't good use for his limited about of power he had but he was a bit vain and did it any way. A dizziness swept over Victory and he quickly had to steady himself on the wall.... but now were the towel had once been was a pure white robe which he put on before walking out the door.

Victory glared at Leona whom was waiting for him on the bed, he looked down at the clothes and snorted in distaste at the thought of wearing them. ///// Woooooooooosh! \\\\\. Victory spread his wet wings spraying water throughout the entire house and quickly took of into air heading straight toward the nearest window in an attempt to escape her.