Angels Vs. Demons(Remake IC)

[Angelica]

"Some help would be nice yes." she answered politely. Glad at least someone trusts me. she thought while he rolled out the bandage over her wound. "Thank you sir." she said afterwards and nodded to him before following Wolf to the vehicle. "I hope it's a bit more comfortable inside." she said rubbing one of her wounds. "I wonder when your angel will come down." and climbed into the army's weird-looking thing. Presea tried her best not to show any pain to Wolf. Eventually inside the vehicle she sat down, reliefed. Finally, some rest. she thought. Presea closed her eyes and smiled gently forgetting about everything else. Presea snapped out of her 'trance'. When the vehicle started moving. "H-How long until we are in Manhattan?" she stuttered and blushed for dozing off for a second.

[GrimVertigo]

Azazel remembered what Hell was like. It smelled like fear, sweat, blood and death. Tangy and metallic, heated over a roaring fire and set to serve whenever. It tasted that way too, when his mouth wasn't filled with blood. The angel had been subjugated to horrendous tortures. The feeling of a million knives cutting into his skin, hooks lodged in his flesh, brands burning into him until there was nothing left. In those brief moments of lost consciousness, the smell was gone and replaced by better memories. The salty smell of the crashing waves, or clean and freshly showered skin would drift through his subconscious before the smell started to shift. Waking from torture-induced unconsciousness was nothing like waking from sleep. It was sudden, painful and full of fear just to be awake again.

He imagined most other damned souls felt this way. Sick of the smell, tired of the torture and prayed to be let go. Azazel knew he wasn't going anywhere, he fell and the Devil took him like Azazel knew he would. After the first hundred years, his prayers had melted from daily into weekly. After weekly, and another century, they became monthly.

And then one day, it got particularly nasty. The Torturer was doing everything to keep Azazel conscious through the whole ordeal. His resolve finally cracked, agreeing to be protégé to the Torturer just to stop the torture. As years passed, Azazel found himself marveling at the wealth of damage a simple blade could do to human flesh. He had always known that it could kill, but stabbing someone was completely different from picking them apart, sinew by sinew. He found himself enjoying perks, if there even was such a thing in Hell. All he knew was he wasn't in a dirty, stinking cell anymore.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Azazel started to make for the exit. "Well, I gotta go before anyone else gets here," he explained, "You might not try to kill me but they sure as hell will."

"So I'm just gonna leave and let you explain this mess, okay?" Then Azazel flew out of the train station with a few flaps of his wings.

[Cartwright]

Jake climbed down from the turret into the back seat next to Presea. "Well we're just leaving Georgia I'd say fourteen hours." The gunner said looking over at the girl. "You have one hellova uniform there... But I can't say much since ya saved that one guy."

Wolf slowly scanned ahead at the endless miles sitting in front with Jem. "Sargent? Are we going to make it out of this mess?" The driver asked receiving no response from Wolf. Wolf himself was extremely silent while in his mind he thought over what Presea said about the angels and how one would visit him. How can I be ready? he thought to himself pulling his gloves back on. On a side note he wondered how many soldiers noticed the symbols on their hands other then the core man who kept quiet about it while dressing the girl's wounds.

[MsKittyCatty]

Eva watched Azazel’s eyes change, as if remember some awful memory. She concentrated her vision and could see a thick, powerful red ring around his aura. She couldn’t even tell what color his aura was because of it. She’d never seen anything like it before… whatever abuse had been dealt in his past, she doubted she could even hear about it without being traumatized herself. She watched him leave and looked around her, alone in the dark subway tunnel filled with rubble. And suddenly she felt more alone than she had ever felt, though she didn’t know why. Cold was a good word for it. She felt confused by it and slowly stood, making her way out of the tunnel as well, flapping her wings and beginning to fly back to the action, knowing the humans and her fellow angels needed her.

[Angelica]

Presea sighed out of relief when she knew he didn't notice her doze off. Good.. Presea heard that it was a 14 hour drive and was almost shocked. Her surprise on her face was obvious. 14?! That's so long! "14 hours." she said calmly. "That's quite long.." Shall I ask if he could check my wounds...? she wondered. No.. That's awkward..
"Could you...." Presea sat nervously on her chair. "I-I.. Ah.." Never did she blush so much. "Could you just... Could you check my wounds?" Why was she so nervous asking this. She didn't even know. Maybe it's because she never had anyone check it besides her healer. "I-I mean, if it isn't a trouble at least.." Presea just looked away. "Sorry, I'm just not.. Used to anyone checking my wounds besides my colleague.." Why did I ask in the first place.. she asked herself.

[Cartwright]

"What? Speakin' like your mouth has Parkinson's?" Jake said with another chuckle. Once she finally got her request across he closes his jaw for a second before taking. "Uhm.. Sure don't worry about it I'll see what I can do." The sergeant replied reaching over to inspect the bandaged stab wound. I hope that's the actual reason she's nervous. he thought to himself after observing how she was acting.

[Angelica]

He's so calm about it! How is he? she asked herself. Presea forced herself to calm down and just looked the other way to avoid eye contact. "Be careful." she said. Why is she so awkward? There's nothing wrong with checking a wound. Presea felt the warm hand taking of the bandage and actually felt pretty comfortable with it unlike normally. "Is it bad? Does it have to be stitched?" she looked over at the bandage, which is covered in blood, then at her wound. The big amount of dried blood made it look worse than it was. It looked terrible. Presea was sure it wasn't that bad. At least, she hoped so. She looked at Wolf trying to read his expression but failed. This guy.. she thought. How am I so comfortable around him?

[Cartwright]

"We better get the coreman to check it out in my opinion. But seeing you can still walk your way in such a damaged state I can't tell." Jake said reaching towards Jem, patting him on the shoulder. "Got your kit, Jem?"

"Right pocket." Jem said keeping his eyes on the road. Jake nodded reaching over and taking out a small white box with a red cross on it, popping it open to reveal a roll of bandage, antibiotics, and some small syringe in which he disregarded.

"You're not dead yet so we don't need that." Jake said with a chuckle after closing the container shut only taking out the antibiotics and bandage. "You wanna put this on yourself or..?"

Wolf had taken off his necklace looking down at the cross he added to his pair of dogtags silently while adding the dogtags of his dead colleagues to the necklace.

[Angelica]

"It's kind of hard putting it on with one arm." Presea answered. If it was her leg she would've done it herself though. Presea once more looked over to Wolf. Actually I don't think it's only him.. she thought and got dreamy, forgetting everything around. I think it's the whole group I'm comfortable with. But how? I don't even know them at all. Presea snapped out of it when she felt her arm sting, and flinched a bit. "Sorry, it just.." Starting a sentence but not finishing it is what she often does if she's tired or over-thinking stuff. "D-Do you often have wounded people?" she asked just to start a conversation. "You'll need some good medics now the war has begun. Wounds like these are nothing."

[Cartwright]

"The coreman does a mighty fine job. But everyone here knows what to do when someone's hurt. You don't got a medic one hundred percent of the time. I guess to answer your question, I've seen my fair share of the damages of war unfortunately." Jake said slowly and carefully slathering the antibiotic ointment on her wound until it was fully covered. "You'll notice that nobody cares much of what they are fighting. We don't fight because we hate what's in front of us but.. We fight because we love what's behind us. With that, we're pretty much a family no matter how different you are or look. Trust me everyone will look after a complete stranger like it were their brother or sister here." The sergeant explained while wrapping the bandage around her shoulder. "But at this scenario we have no help unless we're lucky... We're on our own."