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Gordon heard the voice and his tail started to destroy everything around him. He was mad! Gordon fell silent, "Tik tok, tik tok, time goes by when the shade leaves the places to let the shine of the sun kill it" that was Gordon's last sane sentence.
(Gordon left sanity only to kill what his body couldn't kill because of his fear) Gordon's eyes turned red with blue snake like pupils. His skin changed color from green and yellow to total black with red strips, glowing when he took a breath. he fell silent, *Giggle* Laughing so hard the walls lost its outer cover of concrete.
Gordon was behind the pale looking thing. "You smell funny" Gordon tried to stab him with his tail like scythe.
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((I wont be able to respond until tonight then though.. >.<))
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Music here music there, music might be enjoyable everywhere. You see my post, you have seen my picture now it is time for some music, with a good mixture.
Eva woke up, her eyes flittering open as she slowly raised her head to see she was laying on some grass, outside instead of in the subway tunnels where she had fallen asleep. She looked around, completely confused and saw cute suburban houses, all in a row, most with doors flung open and none with cars. It seemed they had all fled when hell broke loose. "How in the world?" she whispered, not understanding how she got here. She turned around, expecting to see Gordon, but seeing a white snake staring at her instead. She scooted back a few feet, but the snake just lowered its head, as if bowing. Eva's eyes widened and she reached out, touching just the top of it's head. It's mouth opened, and like a speaker a voice came out of it. "My sweet wife, I do love you but in my own way." Eva's eyes widened at Gordon's voice coming from the snake, and she watched it curl up, and then turn into the stone piece Gordon had given her earlier. She stared at it for a long time before slowly picking it up and tucking it into her dress once more. She shook her head and gritted her teeth. "Damn you, Gordon," she whispered, and knew he had sent her away to die, or he wouldn't have left that message. "I'm not going to let you die," she said loudly before batting her wings, full or renewed strength as she flew up and back towards the city, in search of her demonic husband. She had to tell him she loved him as well.
Presea stared into the man's eyes. "Who are you and why did you go here anyway?" she asked him while he took care of the bandage. She flinched when he pressed on it a bit too hard but didn't care, he tried to help at least. "Tha-" the light almost burned her eyes and she held her hand infront of it. She'd been in the dark for too long. "What the--!" her confusion was obvious and she wanted to go back to his team if they needed help. She stood up and now realized she didn't have her knife and looked for it on the ground. "Damn, where is it?!" she yelled out of anger. Her pain was devastating and a normal person wouldn't even dare to move with this. "Where's my knife?! I got to go!" and Presea kicked some dandilions from their stem. She dropped herself on the floor almost giving up then her sign lit up. "Right, I can't gve up now. I've got to." she mumbled, and crawled over the floor in search for her knife.
"James Wolfstine. And I was about to ask you the same question miss." He said, looking her over for wounds then shaking his head shaking his head. How the hell is she still alive with all of this? He thought to himself clearing his throat before speaking once again. ".. That sign you were talking about. What did you m-" He was cut short as she scrambled around the field he went after her reaching down and trying to grab her wrist. "Hey you shouldn't be pushing yourself like this I beg you. I bet that's just them trying to light the field so they can see if the coast is clear."
"Those who make a peaceful resolution impossible will make a violent resolution inevitable." ( President John F. Kennedy)
“A man can only be beaten in two ways, if he gives up or he dies.” -Richard Machowicz
Azazel spun around and with a quick beat of his wings, propelled himself backwards and out of the scythe's range, his shadowy wings constantly dripping dead seawater that freezes solid before it even hits the ground.
"I am Azazel," he answered, spreading his midnight blue, iridescent crow-like wings for emphasis. "An angel."
"Well, a fallen angel to be exact. But it's all just details, isn't it?" he continued after a short pause. Azazel laughed, head thrown back, shoulders shaking like it was the funniest damn thing he'd ever heard. "Back to business, then. Let's get to the good part now, shall we?"
At this, the spiked tentacles extending from Azazel's back shot out right at the snake demon.
Gordon turned around, he stooped and giggled. *Hit* The spiked tentacles went right true his flesh, Gordon saw the spikes made it nearly impossible for Azael to take them back. "You fool!"Gordon yelled moving closer to Azazel. The tentacles still moved further and further true Gordon's body. Gordon made his tail go right towards Azazel, Gordon made his body twist and turn under and true some of the gaps between Azazel's tentacles.
While doing so he felt pain, the flare of pain had started, but the flames of it was not in Gordon's mind.
Music here music there, music might be enjoyable everywhere. You see my post, you have seen my picture now it is time for some music, with a good mixture.
Evangeline flew over the city, her mighty sword in her hand as she searched for Gordon. She kept looking everywhere, until she finally found a subway entrance. She had thought it was the one they had entered earlier, but once inside she realized it wasn’t. She sighed heavily, but began running, trying to find Gordon’s presence in the subway tunnels somewhere…
Azazel hissed when the other's scythe managed make a fairly deep cut in his abdomen. Dragging a hand across the wound, an oozing black goo coated his fingers. He sighed and wiped the black blood off onto his coat like a child wiping melted ice-cream off its hand. The spiked tentacle currently lodged inside the demon's flesh twisted wildly, Azazel trying to retract it.
"You can't win, demon. I'm stronger." Azazel poises several other of his tentacles around Gordon, ready to strike. He shakes his head, the blood-drenched smile macabre.
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