`Karma Exists for Angelsxx [Open!]

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Rain fell from the skies, a sign that the angels above were crying. About what no one could be certain, though a fellow angel could guess. Perhaps it was about the slavery, or maybe another slave was killed. These were definitely the most likely in these times of misery. Did anyone even remember the day before all this? What freedom consisted of? God certainly doubted that, and this White Angel couldn't help but feel the same. It almost made her cry out of compassion for the poor beings on this world, but she held back because Tear's tears were not ordinary angel tears after all.

She sat, dressed in a pure white dress, amongst the graves. She had felt a disturbance in their rest and had come to soothe them. The living weren't the only ones affected by all of this. Some of the dead couldn't even pass because of all the hatred and evil in the world! It definitely angered her, how selfish people were anymore. It couldn't be helped though... not yet. God wanted the evil purged.

Quietly Tear began to sing, the melodic tune carrying through the area. It was soothing and held a pureness that many lacked anymore. The rain seemed to avoid her, leaving her completely dry. Bright blonde hair shimmered without the need of any light, and her hazel eyes were full of a brightness. A love of life, even if she wasn't exactly alive or dead. It was like she was beyond all that. She was alive and dead. It was strange and hard to explain, but it was what angels were.

As she sang, her mind turned towards reality as she began accessing her current situation. She'd been down her for a while, helping free slaves. She lived amongst humans, all of whom seemed to enjoy her (not that they really knew she was an angel since she never revealed her wings to them). Due to freeing slaves, however, it seemed she'd attracted the more evil crowd into hunting her down. She'd found out that several slave traders and masters were trying to enslave her. A White Angel! It honestly did shock her, as she hadn't heard of such a thing. Perhaps there were White Angels on the market, being tortured and traded off just like everyone else. The mere thought scared her.

The singing quickly faded, and a frown crossed her lips. Perhaps she would have to be more careful. Standing quietly, she glanced around as she felt a presence. Casually her hand rested upon Redemption's hilt, her bastard sword, and she slowly walked about the graves some more. She wasn't going to run, whether or not this being was evil.

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He was in his lycan form, chasing his latest prey, a human hunter. The hunter thought he could take on a werewolf when he can't even tell, that he was facing off with a lycan. The hunter pulled out his gun and began to fire silver bullet. With ease the lycan dodge the bullets and pounced on his prey, quickly ripping him apart. Then deveours the hunter like he was nothing. The rain made it easier for the lone wolf to eat. His teeth was tainted with the humans blood.

The moment he was about to find his next meal he smelled a...White angel and his ears picked up a soothing voice. He could not help but rush to it. Running and jumping onto a tree to hide. He saw the woman by herself. Her face was sad. That could be why it's raining. Thinking it was safe he hopped fro mthe tree and closed in on her. Only to see a bastard sword in her hands. A small growl came from his mouth, his white fur washed down by the rain, claws up ready for his own defense.

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“Hunt you down all Nightmare Long..”

The dank mildew would set in upon the grass long before he had come, however he had grown acustomed to the usually damp lawn. Often he visited this small plot of land to see her grave, the only thing he had left of his beloved Amelia. It pained him to be here, however he had never truly learned how to let go of the pain. Harbouring his hate, his lust for blood, he clung to his only driving force, without it he would no longer exist. Kneeling, his dark Leather Jacket would make a soft pattering sound as the rain dropped over his form calmimg him. There was an odd melody on the wind however for now he avoided it.

“It's been a long time, Amelia.” he spoke in a low, raspy tone as he read the stone for what seemed to be the thousandth time. He could recite the inscription from his memory by now, word for word. "Here lies Amelia Romano, devoted Wife and Mother. Sent home before her time, may God welcome you back with open arms." it read. With his left hand Angelo would twiddle the necklace between his fingers as tears streamed down his face. The rain made it mostly unnoticable, however that didn't mean that someone who was used to the sight could not spot it.

“I'm another step closer to catching them baby, another lead closer..” he spoke to the stone, clenching his fist with a might bone cracking sound. Just recently his search for those who were responsible for the raid upon his home had yielded some results, he had found one of the names that belonged to the man who actually targetted the family. “When I get my hands on him, I'll tear his throat out over your grave. I'll let you taste your vengence, Amelia..” he growled softly as his nose twitched slightly. There were others here? He had failed to notice before now.

“Another Lycan.. and something else.” he mused to himself softly as he stood slowly and turned to scan the graves. A woman clad in white would make her way through them, her hand seemingly reaching for something that was blocked by a Tombstone. Angelo would smirk, however make no visible movements other then simply observing the woman for a moment. “It looks like a visitor, Amelia..” he spoke softly as he strode off towards the Angels flank, he would move quitely, making no sound what so ever as the soft soles of his shoes padded along the ground behind her. Tonight he would simply observe this little meeting he assumed would happen.

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Lycans were in the area, that much Tear had known since setting foot in the graveyard. However, she hadn't thought they would actually come amongst the dead. Half of these deaths were probably due to them... Frowning, she kept her eyes peeled as she felt two particular presences come closer. Both very powerful male Lycans. At the sound of a growl, she faced the first being as he was in fact in his wolf form. He was taking a defensive stance towards her, claws drawn.

Gently stroking the hilt of her blade, Tear looked upon the Lycan with kind eyes. "I am not here to attack you, Lycan," she reassured, unsure of his motives. He had rushed to her, but took a defensive stances after noticing her bastard sword. "If you do not attack, I have no reason to either," she muttered, this time as though to reassure herself. It was scary in these times to even come across another being, even for a White Angel. God could not completely protect her on mortal lands.

The other Lycan came closer then, causing her hazel eyes to divert from the one in his wolf form. There a man stood, very tall. He reminded her of a Black Angel, as his body held perfection but he had a sadness in his eyes that nothing could seem to fix. "Hello, other Lycan," she greeted, trying to be friendly to these men. She was very wary though, not sure if she should stick around.

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He had heard her kind words. And trusted her due to her being a white angel. He like all the angels, they were kind and gentle, at least the ones her had met before. He used one hand to cover his face from the nose down. And slowly he reverted to his human form. As for the other lycan, he did not wish to speak to unless, the other lycan wished to join his pack. "I apolgize, you having that sword...It could do quite the number on me." He said trying not to a reveal his abilities. His Hand still infront of his face.

"I also wish forgivness for my nudity to a pure spirit." He said in a deep voice but a soft tone. He stood up tall, smelling the air and listens to the hearts of the people around him. One content being the angel, the other depressed but venegful. A yawn came from his lips. "Why are you here angel of light?"

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“Luck.. runs.. out..”

As she passed, he smelled a sweet scent that preceeded her innocence, however he had not gotten a good look at her face. With swift and sure steps he watched as the Angel approached the transformed Lycan, who seemed to stand at bay. A rare sight this was, there weren't many Lycans other then the ones he controlled that would back off of a meal that presented it's self, perhaps he just didn't care for the fight taking an Angel would bring. A soft chuckle escaped the Lycan's lips as his deep tone would resound through out the general area.

Angelo had been about to speak when she looked back at him. Shock took over his entire being, not because she had realized he was there.. but her face! A soft growl would come from his throat as he seemed to be visible torn on the inside now, she looked just like Amelia! What sort of trick was this? God believed he had the right to use whatever image he wanted for his Angels? His breathing would become quite heavy as if he had just run across the entire city. She couldn't be.. could she? Had Amelia become an Angel like she always spoke of, the Angels that would grant them mercy.

Her voice, her nature, her stance. They tore him apart on the inside as she said those few words, the words of the other Lycan drown out by his overwhelmed mind. This was not possible, all this hatred and revenge and she was still technically alive? He wanted to cry out, to reach for her but that would make him seem weak in front of another Lycan, a deadly mistake. “Amelia..?” he whispered softly, however with his tone it would be quite easy for the Angel to hear him as he approached slowly, trying not to startle her or cause her to draw weapons.

His foot steps would be slow a deliberate, hopefully she had no fear of being within close proximity of his kind. At this moment in time he was vulnerable horrendously to most things out of confusion. His walking would stop now when he was close enough to reach out and touch the woman, however he didn't know what to do. Should he touch the woman he had believed to be lost forever? “I thought, I thought they had killeld you Amelia. I saw them do it.. I saw you die..” he said in a low tone as he sounded out of breath.

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At the first Lycan's words, Tear couldn't help but smile gently. He seemed very kind, that much was certain. Perhaps she was too trusting, but she felt very much at ease around this creature. As he reverted to his human form, she did not seem phased by his nakedness. Nudity was common for any creature at some point, it was the natural way of life. "This blade is simply a protection measure for myself. I am being hunted by many evil creatures, so I can't be defenseless," she explained, laughing in a light and friendly tone.

When the Lycan apologize, she giggled, "Nudity does not phase me. Do not worry, Lycan, for purity is not defiled by natural states of being." Running a gentle hand through her gold locks, her hazel eyes twinkled with a joy that few mortals contained anymore. "I am here by God's will and my own. This world is in a pitiful state, and we could no longer stand and watch," Tear explained in a solemn tone, using her hand to gesture at the nearby land to emphasize her point. Things were not only dreary in a Graveyard, but everywhere.

"What is your name, dear Lycan?" she suddenly asked, smiling, "I am Tear." The introduction was simple like most, and occurred just before the other Lycan closed in on them. Turning slightly to face the new company, her smile had yet to fade. At his words, however, the smile did fade. Amelia? Wasn't that...?

"Uhm..." she bit her lip, stepping back from the Lycan known as Angelo. How did she know his name? From the very first death she'd ever witnessed. The death that influenced her to help slaves down on Earth. "I am not Amelia... Angelo," she said gently, "Your wife passed away and is safe in heaven. She is not yet ready to come and help our cause however..." Tear wasn't sure exactly what to say to this man, as she knew that he was turned into a Lycan in the process of avenging his wife. Amelia's prayer hadn't left Tear's mind, however, and she did plan to keep it.

"I am Tear, a White Angel come to help people like your wife on this Earth. That was one of her final wishes."

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He nnodded his head gently accepting her words, he look from the corner of his other eye at the other lycan. He could help but feel a little pity for the man. He then looked back at the angel. "Thank you angel....It was your kind that kept me alive, from my grim fate in that battle of vampires. Much long ago in the time of the sword and violence." He said in the olden accent to reveal his real ago. "I don't know if you were the one but...I still thank you." He bowed his head. "If you ever eish for me to fight for you then I will."

He looked at the two. And he was out of the loop. It seemed that they knew eachother some how. He then changed back into lycan form. Howling to the moon. He didn't wish to intrude in their affair. Besides he was becoming hungry once again. He turn and crouched to all fours and ran off. Though he was curious if she really did knowhim or not...Most likey not.

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“Luck.. runs.. out..”

Pain burned in his eyes, so close yet he was further away then ever. She wasn't Amelia, all his hopes had been crushed again in that moment, a single moment. His head would hang slightly as he thought about all of this, it was confusing to him why this woman had her form when she was not suppose to be Amelia. His blood would boil once more, that she would wear this guise and trick him into such a thing with her face, even if it was not intentional. What right did she have? What right!? She was part of the reason she died, her kind didn't come in time. Angels that didn't answer prayers deserved death.

“She'd never help your cause. Because of your neglect, she died, what good are you Angels anyway!?" he shouted suddenly with hate burning in his eyes. His fist would smash against the nearest Tombstone with tremendous force as it smashed in half, the pieces flying off into the distance from the power of his strike. “Not only that, but to give a man hope and take it away in an instant..” he growled, a deep feral Lycan growl. “That is even more cruel then what has already been done to me..” he spat as he advanced a step closer, looking like he had intent to kill.

“Haha.. help people. As if you would know what her last wishes were, you Angels who hear no suffering!” he growled loudly as he took a few more hurried steps in her direction. At this point it was all he could do not to change without command, his anger was reaching the boiling point and there was almost no way to calm it. “Whats to stop me from tearing you apart right here?” he asked with a deep growl, however another idea came to mind. Death was a fate too great for those who he deemed to do such wrongs, he had a better idea.

He would keep her talking, catch her off guard, and then she would feel his pain. Stopping suddenly, his demeanor would have seemed to have calmed considerably. With a passive face he would simply stare into her eyes and seem captivated. “Tell me one thing Angel, why is it that your God no longer watches over his creation?” he asked with a pained expression now. Would she be instilled with fear at his earlier actions? If so he would relish that fear, feed off of it, and ultimately become excited in several strange ways by the fear.

“Make it a good answer..”