A decent slave ( open)

[vyxaster]

He was going to save her? That...that...bastard! She'd heard from other slaves and learned through church one thing, that angels of the lord didn't wear only one wing and they didn't wear it black either. He was fallen, something different than those white angels of whom she called her savior. She lifted a finger in his direction, an accusation in her pointer finger as she kept it fixed on him. "You fucking liar! How dare you even try to act coy with me when you're the one who disgraced God and let yourself crash to Earth you one-winged piece of shit!" The accusations were based on sermons and rumors in the warehouse, she couldn't be sure their truth but at this point she didn't give a fuck. Let the angel throw his weight around like he was top dog when really he was the scum beneath a higher power's shoe. Ugh.

And he was really intent on learning her master's name. Not even she knew it, but she was sure she'd be aware of it soon enough. Then again, perhaps he wouldn't tell her, perhaps he'd just let her call him 'master' for the term of her existence. There was still blood and she shivered from the thought of the pain each was enduring, but she tries to bear it, she'd seen gore before, it wasn't a new thing for her eyes, but she had never felt it so for herself, and could only imagine the pain.

He called her 'pretty'? "Oh really asshat? You think I'm pretty do you? Yeah, I'm sure you say that to all your little slave whores." But truth is why didn't she run? Possibly because her captors were still here, watching the excitement before selling her comrades, they wouldn't let her just 'leave'. Perhaps in his fall to earth he'd hit his head and become mentally ill...It was a thought. She outstretched a hand when her 'owner' gave her his katana and money. "Thanks....sir." She tacked the last bit on for good measure, not wanting him to take it all back. She was famished.

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font]

[daimon]

He was on the gorund, the lycan had full out mounted him and went away at beating the hell out of him. He stood without problem. "Not my blood..." Daimon had pulled a human female in front of him to take the blows. He held her lifeless body in his right hand, his dagger laying on the ground. His eyes crimson now.
"Now... Now... What to do with you." He mused.

He drew his gun pointing it at the man before firing 3 silver bullets.
Rounds that would surely fuck this guy up. "Sick of playing fair." He muttered coldly before releasing a wave of bullets towards the mans chest, upper torso and face. The bullets would ensure wounds that wouldnt heal. " The angels muscles flexed, his ribs slightly bruised he moved his arms outwards pressing it back into place.

He laughed coldly now, demonically.
"Correct... I do compliment people where compliments lie. You see, I enjoy beautiful women. But your wrong, I did not lie, I was intent on helping you. You see, I have a weakness... Tis... A defect if you will. The angel part of me continues to serve mankind... " He laughed now, his eyes turning cold.

His gun still pointed at the lycan, his dagger in front of him ready to defend.
He was used to taking a beating, and had taken many throughout his life time... at this point getting hit barely hurt especially by someone so young.

[Deleted]

He turn to look at the woman. Then turn back at the slave showing his small weakness. He hated the fact of hurting woman in anyway shape or form. At least for his human side anyway. But it was only a hard blick. Not a lot of people could tell what he was thinking most of the time.

He hears gun fire, the guy was an angel, whe knew what to with a Lycan. Silver...But they were also bullet which will kill the girl. He didn't spend money for her, just for her to die. He uses an arm to push her out of the way. A bullet flies pass him hitting another person. But the other two hit. One in his shoulder and the other his rib cage. He didn't make a sound of pain but fell on one knee. He could of dodge the bullets if he didn't save her, but he saved her, what done is done.

He stood up weakly, slowly losing feeling in his left arm where the bullet hit. He pulled out the bullet with great haste so he could heal. But because of the silver his regenerate will be a bit slower. Even in great pain he turn in his muay thai fighting stance, ready to defend himself. That odds changed, he could lose this fight...

[daimon]

He pointed the gun at the mans chest fireing several more bullets. This fight was over . Daimon pulled one of the women in front of him his wing spreading out over his chest like a shroud he had no problem using filth as a bullet shield for himself. Bullets wouldnt hurt him to much...

The silver bullets came at the lycan in waves, he continued fireing before running out of ammo, he dropped the pistol reaching into his cargo pocket he pulled out another pistol. He pointed it at the man waiting now, the silver bullets were not likely to miss... He had lost only 3 fights since the beginning of a eternity, he was not about to lose this one.

His dagger moved to the woman's throat.
"well now, give up the fight and give me the girl and your ass will walk out of here free. "
Daimon smiled sweetly. "Don't, And I kill this bitch and shoot a few rounds in you as well." Daimon's
voice was filled with a rather cruel disposition as his crimson eyes pierced the lycan.

[Deleted]

He saw the bullet come at him. This man isn't an honorable fighter...He dodged but just barley enough, a bullet skimmed his right arm, which still cause a lot of pain. And use a few men in the crowd as shield for the the bullets. He was very lucky to make it this far with silver bullets. But he doesn't ever back down in a fight. But finally the rounds finally stopped.

He looked over and wondered why it stopped. He looked over to see him have a woman in his arms. A dagger at her throat. He listens to the demands, he really wants this slave girl. But something made him compelled to refuse. He stood straight up using two fingers to signal he still wanted to fight. This could maybe provoke him into just attacking and ignore the girl. If not...What happens...Happens. Although he knew he might lose this fight, he will not go down as a coward.

He began to heat up, as if his blood was boiling. Fur grew through out his body. His muscle mass increased. A loud howl came from his mouth. He was faster and stronger then he ever was. Without turning he waves his slave girl to run. As fast as this angel was, he will be match by the speed of this Lycan.

[daimon]

"Shit... Oh well bitch ,your no use to me."
Daimon muttered placing the gun to her head and pulling the trigger sending her brains flying everywhere. He jumped his back against the wall reaching into his other cargo pocket pulling out another pistol lined with silver bullets.

"come get some dog!"
He screamed his voice more demonic then before under his eyes were darker and his appearance had truly changed. His hair was darker crimson as blood dripped down his lip from the beating he had taken. He fired directly towards the beast. "Just a bigger target."


He mused playfully, he knew that the monster would charge but he could play all day, he wasn't as strong as the lycan but he was faster or so he thought. Daimon stretched his muscles outwards his guns still aiming at the dog. He fired a large sum of bullets before snapping in two more clips. He was fast at shooting the semi automatic dual pistols.

[Deleted]

He saw the bullets coming and with ease dodged them. He began generating faster. With more bullets coming at him, he used a table to block others. With nothing shielding the angel, all he was now to this lycan...Is a target. He placed his claws into of the people in the crowd and threw the couple at him as a distraction.

Using them as the distraction he moved in using his claws to slash mainly at his arms and legs. Just toying with the angel. He scooted back avoiding any incoming bullets. Waiting for his new prey to make a move.

[daimon]

Daimon moved his knife forwards slicing the people in half before they could touch him.
"shit didnt know Ide have to seriously fight you... thought we were playing.... uhh oh fucking well." the angel muttered coldly as he hit the wall with the bottom of his feet springing off past the lycan hitting the other side of the room.

He pulled his guns upwards shooting more and more bullets until he ran out.
He knew a few of them hit because of the target aiming towards the chest.
He moved to get his armor peircing bullets. "Shit.. The only thing left I got silver... Is..." He moved to the back of his belt pulling out a silver knife. The dagger was long and made entirely of silver.

"Guess I gotta get right up in the bulk of this dog."
He sounded disgusted.
"oh well..." He muttered coldly as he leaped at the lycan. He was faster then before using more speed, his strength also increasing as his demonic nature seemed to take over.

[Deleted]

Still the angel talks while he fight. It was like he thought the world circled around him. Again he dodges the bullets like nothing. It was when he pulled out his silver knife, a smile appeared on the wolf's face. Again the odds again have changed. A hand to hand fight with a lycan is a fight to see. He caught the angel in the air by the wrist to aviod being struck by the knife. Then threw him to the side.

He charge at the angel and this could by the last strike. To increase speed he ran on all fours. To get a bite on any body part will prove fatal for the angel at this point.

[daimon]

His eyes went black... He stood meeting the lycan head on catching his wrists. His strength all out now.
He was no longer smiling or the same nonchalant guy. He held the lycan at bay his hands against the lycans wrists, he moved down to the beasts neck stopping it from biting him. He began choking the beast pushing himself back against the wall. "I am sin..." His voice was imminent... "Your darkest hour is not yet come... But when it does... I shall be there... and I shall escort you... to the gates of hell." It was no longer a human voice, it was the voice of something far darker, A huge deep demonic echo.

Daimon pulled away slowly pulling his hands away from the beast, his eyes still black as he looked at him.
"It would be unwise for either of us to continue fighting." His voice returned to normal though his eyes did not. "You see my full extent, fighting me like this when I am equal of your strength, and faster then you is not wise. I do not wish to kill you for your strong and there few that are strong now, killing one would deprive the world. I shall come for you again later... And then I shall kill you." Daimons voice was cold.

"Remember... Sin lurks in your heart, so long as corruption and hate misguides you, you cannot kill me." His voice returned to its demonic echo... He stood their looking at the beast. Wondering what his next move would be.

[Deleted]

He listened to the words of the changed his angel. The once arrogent and egotisical was gone for that very moment. He was choked in lycan form...This angel was now worth the fight. Vampires began to show up. He looked around with a growl. He was close to using his berserker to increase his speed and strength even further, to continue the fight. But vampire knew who he was and were closing in to attack and kill him.

Now his enemies were the vampire. And it was the choice of the to either help him or fight these other vile cretins. He retreated back to the slave girl, killing a vampire that was about to bite her. Quickly he reverted to his human form. And picked up his sword that was cover in holy oil. He swung it around keeping the vampire back.

[daimon]

Daimon turned. "Until next time... Hiro." How had he known the mans name...
"Sin lurks in the hearts of all." His voice echoed as he walked slowly out of the tavern.
Instantly he picked up a run, his speed was incredibly insane.
Instantly he was throughout a streams of alleys.

He was gone now, The rain poured down on him and made it impossible to track by scent the water washing away his smell as his wing folded into his muscle shirt. He walked slowly through the streets until he reached his home, he fell down on the bed. His eyes changing back to blue. "That ... was fun, may not have gotten laid... but it was quite fun." He mused as he fell on the bed falling asleep instantly.

-exited.

[Deleted]

He was surrounded. Vampires ready to kill. He place his katana on in the hands of the girl. Again, changes into his Lycan form. And begins to fight off the vampires. He fought and fought, finally able to clear a way out of the club. He waved to his slave girl to join him on the run.

Once they made it out, placed his hand out for his sword. He reverted back into his human form. He looked at the girl. "Are....You ok?" He said in a soft tone. "And please wear the coat....It is raining out...." He turned around and waved for her to follow. "Lets go get food."