Hell on Earth ..... Mature

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She sighed, getting impatient, hearing the loud noise coming from the bathroom. Obviously, he had injured himself, and Leona wasn't going to do anything about it. He was annoying her already, that Victory, but, as Leona would make herself see, that she would just put up with it. However, upon his coming out with the new robes, she had to smile. Stubborn, yes, but amusing was playing a role here, too. "Glad you found some clothes," she said, grinning. However, upon being sprayed with the water, she growled, up on her feet, a hand reaching for one of his wings, though clamping down on only air. Immediately, as she saw where Victory was headed, Leona simply put up a barrier, another snarl coming from her. Advancing on the disobedient angel, Leona growlled lightly, a hand coming up to grab the back of his collar, pulling the man backwards, forced to follow if he didn't wished to be choked.

"Sit," she ordered sharply, throing him to the bed, trying to calm herself down. Oh, how he infuriated her! It was to no end with this new pet of hers, wasn't it?! She was slightly wet, no more like completely drenched. Taking a few deep breaths, Leona turned to face Victory. "Now, why did you try to escape?! You call me the foolish mortal? Take a look at yourself!" She was too worked up for her own good, and though she had attempted to calm herself down, it proved no use.

Another growl came from her, golden eyes blazing. "Insolent angels!" she scoffed, having a physic hold on him, just in case he would try to escape again as the physic vampiress turned away. "How highly do you think of yourself, Victory? Do tell, I'm waiting!" A hand reached out, and gently at first, ran her fingers through the feathers, dried out nearly instantly. And then, a nail slightly dug into it, plucking out a beautiful white feather. "No wait, I'll answer; it's just your ego that makes you so higher up than me, right? And then again, I see no collar on me, little canary. Do you?" She asked, still very upset and annoyed.

"You're staying here, get it through your head, Victoire?" she said, gentler this time, looking him dead in the eyes, just a bit of French added in there for no reason whatsoever. "I won't hurt you, but disobey me and you'll face the consequences. It's easy to comphrehend. There is no reason for you to escape. It's futile, tweeter. And now.." She pushed the clothes off the bed, obviously not caring for them either. ".. now you tell me how you got here."

[midnight]

Seeing the barrier Victory cursed swerving around looking for another exit he when suddenly Leona came from behind him and grabbed his collar bringing him flailing backwards like a fish snagged by the gills. The angel thrashed about gurgling as he struggled to breath for he fought her every step of the way.

"Sit," she ordered sharply,

"No!" he shouted back, just before she flung him onto the bed.

"Now, why did you try to escape?! You call me the foolish mortal? Take a look at yourself!"

Victory wasn't listening for he was too busy trying get off the bed but if felt like invisible pins were hold him down.
"Insolent angels!" she scoffed,

Victory on growled back as he twisted about on the bed trying fold his wings, for he felt very vulnrable in the outspread position her was in, making him feel very much like a frog would on a dissection table.

"How highly do you think of yourself, Victory? Do tell, I'm waiting!"

Victory began to whimper watching Leona run her hands through his soft white feathers, which seemed to glow almost now that they were dry "No! stop! Not my wings please!" he pleaded, tears falling down his face as she plucked one of his fingers.

"No wait, I'll answer; it's just your ego that makes you so higher up than me, right? And then again, I see no collar on me, little canary. Do you?" She asked,

"Stop please!" he whimpersed as he writhed on the bed,

"You're staying here, get it through your head, Victoire?" she said,

Victory looked up in Leona yellow eyes pleadingly tears still falling down his face and nodded quickly agreeing with anything she said just to keep her from hurting his wings. He watched her push the clothes off the bed and squirmed uncomfortably.

".. now you tell me how you got here."

"I was wounded in a battle against the dark angels." Victory's tear filled sky blue eyes quickly looked away, he hadn't told her whole story, but she had no way telling if he had or not.

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She instantly felt bad for the guy, sitting next to him, one of her hands taking his and wrapping Victory's fingers around the pure white feather. A shaking hand came up to wipe the tears off his face. For all of his cocky words and prideful attitude, he was a very sensitive person, really. Leona sighed, looking at him. "I'm sorry, Victory. I shouldn't have done that," the physic vampiress said softly, looking down now, ashamed of herself, a rare ocassion for her, and any in her presence. "I guess I shouldn't be talking, eh?" she said lighter, a small, apologetic smile on her face. She didn't want him to cry again, it made the guilt even worse, but Leona did deserve that. She was the one that was wrong here, and had taken it too far.

It was obvious that he wasn't telling the whole story. Leona had years of experience and reading people's faces, their body language, and easily figured that much out from the wasy the angel was acting. She was good at getting people to do what she wanted, as well, but.. he was a different case, and Leona figured those kind of tactics wouldn't work on Victory. "You don't have to tell me the whole story, but I would appreciate it if you dd," she said softly, meaning what she had said.

Leona was pretty sure that she had scared him badly, for fear of hurting his wings again. She would tread lightly around him for a bit, at least, and try to get him more comfortable in this little flat above one of her favorite clubs. The petite woman sighed, closing her eyes, releasing her physic grip on the man, the poor angel with the beautiful eyes. "Are you hungry? I can get you something..." she offered quietly, wanting to do something for him, stopping him from whimpering again. She didn't like feeling that fear from him; it actually made the physic vampire's mouth water, hungrier with the emotion coming from him than what she was before.

[midnight]

The angel tried to turn his head to keep her from his tears, for this made it all the more worse on his pride.

"I'm sorry, Victory. I shouldn't have done that," "I guess I shouldn't be talking, eh?" she said

Victory didn't respond back to Leona when she apologized, he just lay there shaking wishing, and waiting for her to let him up.

"You don't have to tell me the whole story, but I would appreciate it if you dd," she said softly,

He swallowed hard and took an uneasy breath still refusing to speak unless pressured to. Once the invisible hold was lifted, Victory hurriedly folded his wings tightly and quickly got off the bed and stood off into the corner of the room looking toward Leona nervously... which made it very odd seen for some one so big to cringe away from some so small.


"Are you hungry? I can get you something..." she offered quietly,

Victory grimaced at the thought of ingesting anything that had been grown from the ground. He shook his head slowly answering no that he didn't wish to eat, he really didn't need to. Being a true immortal he didn't really need food. Though in a way he could die, but it wasn't really permanent like mortals were. He would be turned to stone if he lost to much power, or suffered a physical injury to great where he would then sleep for a hundred years, but it wasn't true death.

Victory's eyes wondered to the barricaded wind and then back to Leona... for a moment it seemed as if he wouldn't try anything, but that moment passed all to quickly and the angel bolted for the door.

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He wouldn't speak to her, wouldn't speak at all. Leona couldn't help but feel pity for him, and remorse for her actions and words. Victory, when asked, refused food of any kind. That made it easier on Leona(she didn't eat normal human food either), and yet, it still made her feel helpless to offer him some sort of comfort. Her large golden eyes were sad when she turned to look at him, a small quiver of the lips proving that she wished to say something, but couldn't. She looked down, none of them speaking for a while, and then-
the sound of footsteps before the small flutter of wings toward the door.

Her hand came up in a gesture like a wave, the physic barrier up once again, stopping the angel from going anywhere. It was like a bubble, just around the small rooms she rented out above Syndicate. It wouldn't let anyone in or out unless Leona so wished it. The physic force she used was subject to her will, and only if she wanted it to go, then it would disappear, or, in the worst case scenario, her will was completely and utterly broken. She laid back down on the bed, leaving Victory to attempt and find his way out, which they both knew that he wouldn't. "You aren't going anywhere," she commented, closing her eyes, not wanting to stare endlessly at the ceiling.

She didn't move, just laying there, the black glovelets that she had usually worn, carrying her primary weapons, were left on the table at the foot of the bed, which doubled as a trunk for storagee of her favorite items, either having sentimental or fiscal value. Leona then raised her head to look at Victory. "So, when are you just going to stay put and learn, huh?" she asked lightly, a small but definite smirk on her face.

[midnight]

Victory wasn't listening, he frantically tried smashing way out of the invisible barrier, unable to go forward he tried to go around, unable to go around he tried going up and down looking very much like a fly trying to escape from a glass jar.

"So, when are you just going to stay put and learn, huh?" she asked lightly

Victory's sky blue eyes glowed menacingly, but then an idea crossed his mind wondering if it was only him that couldn't cross... was it the same for other objects he wondered? in an instant the warrior angel lifted the trunk over his head with a loud savage roar he hurled it at the doorway smashing it to bits along with the contents into the door. Victory snarled in frustration and punched the wall with such force it rattled the entire building. Victory turned around glaring at Leona, his broad masculine chest was rising falling, his arms and entire upper body tense, thick chords of muscle could be seen rippling beneath his bronze skin with every breath. "Let me out!" he snarled.... quickly forgetting how much power the little vampiress possessed.

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She snarled, just as loud as the male when the chest was thrown, shattering to bits. She was more upset, and this time he would be getting it. The wall was now holey, and the ceiling in the bathroom now had a hole in it as well. She walked over to him, sweeping the now shattered pieces of the trunk and what it had contained to the side, a hand coming up to slap him across the face. He was bi-polar, Leona would swear it. "You aren't getting out until a) you fix what you broke, or b) I no longer find you amusing!" she screamed, her voice reaching a pitch that very few could attain. Victory was just as worked up as she, and Leona knew that this wouldn't be the end of the times they argued.

"You're costing me more money than you're worth," she growled out, taking a step back from him, his physical strength no match for her own, though she was more than just a little physic vampire. "Just stop, and get to fixing the ceiling in the bathroom," she muttered angrily, brushing past him to slip out the door and return a moment later. She was the only one that could slip through her barrier, and returned with a garbage bag to get rid of the broken trinkets she had, putting on the black gloves, flexing her hands.

The blades that came out were lethal, and she grinned, before they retracted and she continued picking up and salvaging what she could. "Get moving, angel," she said curtly, smirking. One of her gloved hands picked up a small music box, made of close to pure silver. She opened it, and was relieved to find that it wasn't broken, not chipped in the least, and could still play that small tune while she enjoyed every so often to hear.

[midnight]

Victory quickly dodged her hand and quickly flew into the kitchen as she screamed at him. "

"You aren't getting out until a) you fix what you broke, or b) I no longer find you amusing!" she screamed,

"As you wish," he said, somberly plodding into the kitchen to fill a glass up with water.

"You're costing me more money than you're worth," she growled out,

The angel smirked at this statement and walked back out to her holding the glass of water in his hand. While she kept railing on to fix the damages he had made, he paused seeing the blades was sporting.

"Get moving, angel," she said curtly,

Victory frowned "I will," he replied and calmly went back into the kitchen and picked up the phone. The angel then returned with an unconcerned expression on his face. "The home repair people are on their way," he announced and then abruptly poured the cup of water out onto the floor.... however only it wasn't water. "This should be more than enough to cover any and all damages," he announced, leaving a mound of gold dust on the floor as payment. Victory then walked back to the kitchen and hurled a chair through the window and went to take off.... seeing that in his mind that he had fixed everything and could now leave.

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SHe sighed. Leona guesssed that it would have been easier to be more specific with him, but.. the gold dust on the floor was an added bonus. She sighed, finishing off cleaning up the floor. There was more things that she had salavaged, and the trunk had very little value. Walking over to the bedside table quietly, Leona opened the drawer and set the trinkets in there carefully.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked Victory, coming to stand behind him. A hand went up to stroke the wings, their purity something that puzzled and slightly amazed Leona. "You may have fized things up.. but you aren't leaving." She spoke quietly, and it held a tone of dark promise if he didn't step down and submit to her soon. "I'm still not done with you, Victory. Have you forgetten part b?" Leona let that sink in for a moment, and gently ran her hands down his wings, just barely touching him, not making any move to harm him at all. Even an angel could read body language, and Leona wasn't on the offensive at the moment.

There was np physic hold on him, nothing right now that Leona had holding him back. If the angel truly wished to leave, it appeared as though nothing would be stopping him.

[midnight]

You may have fized things up.. but you aren't leaving." She spoke quietly

Victory froze trembling under her touch his massive wings pulled tightly to his back, "You said I could," he quietly, his high and mighty tone quickly changing to one of complete terror.

"I'm still not done with you, Victory. Have you forgetten part b?"

Victory quivered feeling fingers through his sensitive wings, he slowly stepped down from the window "Its all fixed, it they're on their way," he tried to reason with her, with his back to her, Victory sunk down onto the floor, "please stop... my wings... leave them alone, " he pleaded, sinking lower and lower attempt to get away from her. Victory slowly turned to face her, afraid at first that she was going pull his wings. He stared up at her huddling in a corner away from the window. "I don't like it here! its too small I can't breath in here!" he complained, for to him any enclosed space was a small one.

....DING DONG!.... "Bilbo's Home Repair,"

His sky blue eyes looked toward the door, hearing the door bell ring from the house repair crew. He looked up Leona waiting for her to go answer it, when at that very moment a he bolted once more for the window .... this time he cleared it and let out a victorious guffaw as he circled around the building thinking a he hand escaped her.
His white wings were spread wide blotting refracting the the sun light in all directions... making quite an amazing spectacle to behold.

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"I won't hurt your wings," Leona said softly, continuing her little exploration of them, just enjoying the soft way they felt on her fingers. He smelled and looked so pure, though the attitude this angel possessed could prove otherwise. "I know thy're coming, I can scent them on the wind," she remarked lightly, continuing with playing with the extra-sensitive wings of Victory's. "Why don't we make a deal.." Leona began to say, but was interrupted by the doorbell on the apartment's door. She let out a soft growl, the door opening itself with her help. She turned away from him, and she felt the air rush by her as Victory bolted again, letting a small sigh come from her.

Showing the two men the way into the bedroom and bathroom with the holes in the walls and ceiling, she left them to let the men do their things and quickly finish up. Leona hadn't needed what the angel had left - the gold dust. The little vampiress had enough money backing her up from the lineage she had, enough to probably buy at least a quarter or more of this city.

And then, she searched for the angel, closing her eyes and scenting him out well enough. Sitting on the ledge of the window in the bedroom, she called out to him as he passed, calling the nagel over, her small, physic hand pushing him along if he didn't cooperate. "Let's make a deal, eh, Victory? I'll give you a curfew, and an area limit on how far and how long you can fly.. but you'll need to be back when I need you. Sound like a deal?"

[midnight]

Victory didn't heed her call, he thought he was safe at the distance he was at, when suddenly some snatched him right in mid flight! The angel scowled angrily as he flailed about in the air, as he was forced back down to the window sill. Victory turned in fright to see Leona sitting in the window sill waiting for him, "Let me go you damned witch!" he shrieked hating how small she made him feel.

"Let's make a deal, eh, Victory? I'll give you a curfew, and an area limit on how far and how long you can fly.. but you'll need to be back when I need you. Sound like a deal?"

Victory kept struggling, "Let me go! I am not going back in!....." but the he paused, his sharp blue eyes flickered about thoughtfully, "IF you let me fly... I will come when you call... or I am not an Arch Angel and Arch Angels never lie," he declared... which was all true... but he wasn't an arch angel. "Now will you let me go?" he asked, keeping calm and compliant, the mightier-than-thou-art expression back on his face.

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She grinned at his surprise. Oh yes, this was going to be interesting.He didn't like being controlled by someone that looked weaker than his own self, and still, Leona would force him to now live with that. The woman could be patient when she wanted, and right now, she did have a project with him in mind. Leona would force him to learn humilty and be humble, again and again if she had to, until he learned. It would be fitting for Voctory, that prideful angel. His harsh words didn't reach the woman. After all, she had lived at least a century, nothing like that would hurt her too much.

Waiting patiently, listening to his protests die away as Victory began to think over the deal, Leona swung her legs back and forth, precariously perched on the windowsill, more than just a couple stories high. "Hmm..." Leona said. Now it was her turn to think about hwat he had said. Leona didn't really believe him, but...

"Okay!" she proclaimed loudly, her own face mirroring Victory's. "But, if you do not come, I will not hesitate to bring you back by force." Her words rang true, and she tilted her head upwards. "For now, though, come inside, put some shoes on, and we'll get you a nice little boundary tour." It was an order, and Leona turned away from him, leaving the window open wide enough for the majestic looking angel to get through and follow her. The men looked at her, giving the woman a nod, signalling that they had finished with the bedroom, and were now moving onto the bathroom, to repair the hole in the ceiling.

[midnight]

"What!?!" Victory exploded hearing that she wanted him to come back inside, "You said....!" he cursed under his breath finally reluctantly went back inside. "This had better be brief," he muttered under his breath. He was careful to keep his distance from Leona so that she wouldn't touch his wings... for he was very paranoid about them at all times. His wings were perhaps his most prided quality he had of himself... the gift of flight separated him from the earth dwelling mortals.

Victory slipped on the shoe she wanted him to were and followed Leona, with a very bored pious up right expression on his face. It all to easy he thought... foolish mortal... didn't she know the difference between an arch angel and warrior angel?... well he couldn't hold it against her, after all she was only a couple hundred years old and new nothing of heaven... this knowledge was obviously far to elevated for her, he told himself in his head. Wondering around, keeping one eye on her, and one eyes on the sky.

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"Tch, relax, you," she murmured upon hearing him yell. "It will be, chill out, Vict." Leona could hear what he had said, even the quietest bit of breath did not pass without her knowing. The woman loved the senses like that, knowing nearly anything that the world aroud her could speak and announce to all.

Continuing on outside, she began to point out places. Things were slightly off, or so it seemed to her, and Leona kept on with the boundaries, just letting him know. There was Cyanide, the all non-humans club, and then there was the pub in the opposite direction. He was free, of course, to go anywhere in this vicinity when allowed. Finsihing it off quite quickly with the Obsidian Forest, they had covered quite a lot of ground in such a small amount of time. "Why don't you like it when I touch your wings? I'm not going to hurt you, you know."