[IC] The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

[Sophrus]

Mercator looks down at the money left on the bar, and casually takes up the cash and drops it into his pocket. While he doesnt work at the bar or anything it was obviously fine or at least it was unless someone said something about it. a couple of the fallen seem to be departing, although the human and angel where being tasked to clean up the mess, which was infinitely amusing to Mercator. he glances down at the bottle and takes the last little bit of alcohol on the bottle in a single pull.

he teleports over to near the angel and drops the butt of his into the angels cleaning bucket, purely out of petty spite. he says to the pair "well, you two lads have fun with that." just before he teleports to the door pushing it open and teleporting rapidly down towards the Sadow Bazaar.

[BlackPanther]

*Uzza lands outside of the inferno apparently on the way back he had also changed. His leather ensemble is replaced by a t shirt and jeans his boots still there the only weapon he has now are his knives. He walks inside his wings still out because he sees no reason to hide them when he is just going to grab bodies and fly back and forth he hefts up more bodies and turns*

*Barachiel is still looking up at the moon wondering who of the light the darkness claimed. He slowly tears his gaze away and looks down giving what appears to be a moment of silence for the lost angel. He has his somber moments. Of course this means he isn't paying attention to what is happening around him*

[Lady Absinthia]

Sera picked up the wad of cash from the counter and shoved it into her pocket before anything else occurred. It had certainly been an eventful night within The Inferno, there had not been this much spilt within its walls since the Nacho Cheese debacle of 2001.

Though she was not surprised by what happened. Wrath tended to bring about more blood shed than the rest of the Sins combined and this was only night one for Elisheva. It would be tonight plus two other moons before the Fall was complete and each night would draw more anger than the previous.

The tap of nails against the bartop clicked over and over again as her fingers drummed in thought, wondering just where the Wrathful one would end up next. More over she pondered if Elisheva would receive a visit from another Fallen on this evening.

Pursing her lips she began to clean up with the others, trying to remove at least some of the mess before closing for the evening. The blood would need to be dried by the next evening before opening. She knew the patrons would return, they always did for the authorities never dared travel to this section of Santa Muerte.

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The winds whipped over the tops of the buildings and on the precarious perch along the edge of one a shadow formed. Looking down at the street below and observing Elisheva kick debris out of her way between shadows and street lights.

Amber eyes flashed with a black void and auraed the Fallen one. A charismatic grin came to lips as he looked up at the blood moon. Righting himself from his crouched position he looked back down at the Fallen one as a voice seemed to hiss from behind him.

"I told you, I told you." The hiss was excitable and nearly giddy as it spoke.

"So you did. I think it is about time I introduced myself," the man said in a sly and soothing voice seemingly touched by gods grace.

[BlackPanther]

*Once done with burying the bodies Uzza walks back into the inferno his wings pulling back to being hidden a small amount of perspiration on him since he buried the bodies deep in that clear area to ensure that they are never found. He then takes up stuff to clean the floor with the others. His cloak having been taken off exposes muscles that were hidden. Along with perspiration a small amount of dirt is on his shirt*

*Barachiel now slowly looks up done with his moment of silence. then he realizes where he is and gets somewhat worried. He shakes off the worry and looks around now keeping an eye out but not spotting any fallen. Not seeing any he relaxes and starts walking. He knows he is fairly deep into the city but he figures as long as he acts as if he belongs he should be okay*

[Lady Absinthia]

The winds picked up around the Fallen one as she trudged through the desolate streets of Santa Muerte. The hour was far beyond midnight at this point but the blood moon still hung high in the skies above the city. The temperature seemed to dip dramatically as the moon fell behind the cover of clouds and the sound of a bottle clinking against the payment rattled through the nights silence from deep within an alleyway.

Elisheva cocked her head and glanced over her shoulder towards the direction of the sound. A chill creeped up her spine as she pulled her jacket tightly around her and a thin brow arced over her eye. Shaking off the feeling she continued on her way, heading deeper into the heart of the city and towards where she had lived since she had come to help her now former charge.

The sound of a gentle organ playing gently floated to her ears and she stopped before the doors of a dilapidated old church. The stained glass masterpieces which once framed the grand entrance were now covered in years of polluted air build up and were half shattered out. She knew the place well, she had prayed there many a time with her charge.

"Wonder if I will catch fire if I enter?"

Her voice half muttered the question as she looked at the door, slightly cracked open and banging against the frame with each gust of wind that cut through the once still air. Another clink of glass against pavement rung out and the hiss of an aggravated feline followed it.

Shaking her head she pulled the door open and stepped inside. The light was low, candles flickering their small flames cast grizzly shadows on the carved marble statues of the saints that dotted the isles.

The door closed heavy behind her and the single occupant which sat with their head down in pray amongst the pews looked up and over his shoulder quickly. Elisheva brought her hand to her mouth as two steely blue eyes locked with hers in equal shock.

"Af.." the man began but the look she shot him as her hand dropped silenced him nearly instantly.

[Aces Away]

Upon finishing his cleaning, Akseli got up and left a 20 dollar bill on the counter, covering his and Aharon's drinks and then some.

"Thanks for the hospitality and fun night." He called on his way out the door, Aharon pushing him to move faster. Once he had his charge out the door, he turned to adress Sera.

"I apologize for the wrongs done to you by the lights of heaven, may we cross paths on amiable grounds." With that, h3 and his charge were off.

They arrived back at the Shul, Akseli putting his fingers to his lips and then the mezuzah in the doorway. He sat on the first pew, feeling his Angel drop beside him.

"I'm sorry for losing my cool back there, thanks for stopping me."

"I merely called your name, you were the one that chose to stop. There is light in you yet." The higher being smiled at the boy. "You were surrounded by four Fallen and over a dozen more humans with nothing but Wrath permeating the air; I do not blame you for your loss of moral in these circumstances. I am glad you stopped, however." He added, letting his wings drape over his charge as the young man fell into a fitful sleep.

[Lady Absinthia]

"Like that will happen," Sera muttered under her breath as she pocketed the money. Looking around the tavern she thought back to how things used to be and had to laugh to herself. She once did associate with Seraphim, rather often actually. She had worked with them before and even held one as her closest friend for a time until she returned to the heavens never to be heard from again. Her visits to earth had been used up.

Taking a deep breath she slipped up onto the bar and laid back, stretching out and letting it pop a few times before resting her hands over her bare mid-drift. Staring at the ceiling she wondered what to do about her pent up Sin. The patrons had ran out and she really didn't want to go trolling the streets right then.

[BlackPanther]

*Uzza ends up walking slowly back to his place. Every step seemed to be slow as if he didn't want to go home. Which he doesn't. He finally makes it to his place and ends up on his couch his wings curled tightly around him as if shielding him from his memories. Of course they don't and he ends up shaking remembering everything*

*Barachiel walks somewhat faster hoping he is going the right way. He stops in front of an old looking church. He pauses for a moment before slowing opening the door then freezing seeing a woman (elisheva) and a man(Sean) who appeared to be in conflict. He ends up standing in the doorway awkwardly hoping that they don't notice him*

[Lady Absinthia]

The air was thick with tension and incense as Elisheva narrowed her eyes and lowered her head slightly; a predatory look coming to her features as the light cast from the candles played tricks with the shadows on her face. Her fists balled up so tightly that her knuckles went white and small droplets of blood began to trickle from between her fingers; her nails cutting through her flesh but she didn't notice.

The man placed his hand along the back side of the pew as he slowly stood up as she stalked closer to him. His brow furrowed slightly as a worried expression came over his expression. He had never seen her like this. Neither of them took notice of the new comer who had entered behind Elisheva, their eyes locked with the others.

"What happened to you?" he asked concerned by her obvious change. She reached out and placed a bloodied palm on his shoulder and shoved him back down into a seated position roughly as she stepped up into the pew next to him and squatted down and her head cocked from side to side Like a bird of prey about to rip the eyes out of its catch.

"You," she growled as her face felt as if it was on fire, her skin burning from the anger and wrath building within her as a rapid pace.

"Af.." he began but was cut off as she bellowed, her fave leaning forward as their noses brushed each other.

"You don't get to call me that ever again, in fact you shouldn't even let a word slip past your lips."

Elishevas voice was harsh and venomous as she spoke, a hand reaching back as if she was about to strike him but a strong hand seemed to come out of no where; fingers wrapping around her wrist and holding tight with unknown strength.

"Not yet new one, not yet," a smooth voice said calmly. Elisheva spun her head around, about to strike out with her other hand when she froze in her place and slid into the pew seated. In shock as she recognized the man holding her wrist.

"Lu...Lu.." she started to stammer. He chuckled slightly as he pulled out a silken handkerchief from his front breast pocket of his tailor suit and tended to the self inflicted wounds on her hand.

"Lucifer, yes, that is my name Elisheva," he said in a smooth voice before kissing the back of her hand. "But you my child may call me Grandfather."

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel remains where he is realizing now that his next move could lead to his death. Being rather fond of living he chooses to remain where he is not making any noises. He knows that his personality is more like a human then angel but he's wise enough to know that just charging in is not the best move and neither is trying to leave because that could cause the noise to draw attention to him possibly leading to him dying. this is... one of the worst situations I've been in fantastic just wonderful. Goals for today living past this moment*

[Lady Absinthia]

Elishevas eyes widened at his words and a look of confusion crossed her features. Slowly that night began to piece together as well as others. Seras had a child that was a Seraphim. Seras father was Lucifer himself. Elisheva had run into Sera over the millenniums; time and time again. The mentioning of The wrath was always in your blood from Sera that evening. Even the way they were able to work together in battle.

It slowly clicked. She now knew who Seraphinas child had been, the former Seraphim now known as the Fallen Elisheva. This made her the granddaughter of the first Fallen, of the morning star. Lucifer smiled at her as he saw the pieces fall into place and understanding coming to her features as he caressed the back of her hand.

It was all too much and Elisheva blacked out causing Lucifer to laugh, his laugh was sweet as honey and twice as enticing. Rising he slipped his arms beneath his grandchild and pulled her close to him as he moved to carry her from the church.

"Hey, put her down," Sean stammered as he stood up. "You leave that Angel in the house of god!"

"She is Fallen, because of you, she is no longer my Fathers concern. She is mine," Lucifer said calmly as he kept walking. "I should thank you for giving her back to me, so you have your life.... for now," he added before stopping in front of the Seraphim before him at the doorway.

"Move."

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel knows when he is outmatched and moves besides the woman lucifer is holding is a fallen. Therefore bar can't help her anyway. He does keep his head up and stares at lucifer in the face. He may be outmatched but he isn't going to shed away with his head down. There is a defiant look in his eyes mixed with the knowledge of being outmatched. He remains silent as he moves.*

[Lady Absinthia]

Stepping passed the Seraphim, Lucifer made his way quickly out of the church whilst he cradled his granddaughter in his arms. Sean looked in shock as the door closed heavy behind the first fallen, the movement causing a loud bang to echo through the hallowed halls of the sanctuary. He kicked the pew out of anger and shoved his hands in his pocket, mad at himself for what he had seen had become of her.

Elisheva was carried gently into the city and to her apartment. Lucifer placed her on the worn matress and covered her up. Sitting there he watched her sleep, it was the first time he had been able to be this close to her since her birth. He was more than proud to sit there and keep vigil over her just in case any Seraphim dared try to reverse her change. He was not going to lose her now.

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel now leans against the wall watching the human. His arms cross and he tilts his head. "so what did you do to her? *His tone is that of curiosity. Besides if he was going to possibly to to help her he would need to know what happened. Not that he'd be able to save her but trying.... Could hurt but it'd be worth it.*

[Lady Absinthia]

Sean stared at the ground, guilt eating through him as he tried to put into words exactly what happened. Granted it wasn't something he exactly wanted to discuss. He was a prideful man in most things, even down to his devotion to his beliefs but he was not proud of what he had seen had happened to the one that now demanded to be called Elisheva.

"I broke her heart..." Sean rubbed the back of his neck, that was simplest way to put it. His hand dropped slowly and he brushed past the Seraphim, pushing out into the night as he glanced around and up towards the sky. The blood moon still hanging there, it gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Looking from one side of the street to the other he tried to decide where to go. Did he go home at this point or try to find her? A week ago he wouldn't have believed he had just seen and spoken to Lucifer but things weren't what they were and as much as he wished he could go back he knew that was impossible.

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel shakes his head. He knew of many a seraphim that had their hearts broken from getting to close to a charge. With a small sigh he walks out of the church and stands next to Sean* "she was assigned to you wasn't she?" *He could tell that this human needed work. From the way the fallen angel had acted he is guessing that the guy didn't take what his seraphim was and reacted badly. Bar is half tempted to try working on him making him less dark and more light then try to save the newly fallen angel*

[Lady Absinthia]

Sean pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, the soft pack half crushed and it crumpled in his hand slightly as he removed a single bent stick. Placing it between his lips, he lit it and took a long pull. Feeling the smoke fill his lungs he held it, leaning back against the wall before letting the cloud billow out from between his lips.

"Yes, apparently she was. Found out a week ago," he admitted as he held the cigarette between his fingers and his hand hung loosely at his side. He looked off towards the flickering street light, thinking back to how he handled things and sighed deeply. He knew he had screwed up, he just had not realized how badly.

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel shakes his head. He had hoped he was wrong.*"I see. Seems like you screwed up rather royally" *His arms crossed as he stands next to the human. He looks at him studying him. With a small sigh he decides he will take this one as a charge. After all this human obviously needed help and he doesn't have a charge currently. So why not.*

[Lady Absinthia]

Another long pull of the cigarette and a nod came from Sean as he stared at the blood moon. He had seen them before but for him they had always just been something different so he would photograph them. Tonight it gave him a chill and it ran roughly down his spine, knowing he would forever associate them with the woman he had hurt.

"At first I pulled her close, then I pushed her away. Days of that but I told it was okay. We would make it work. Then I had to go away for work for two days. When I came back, I broke it off cold and told her I would still be her charge. Acted like it was nothing, like she should just go back go before I told her that I loved her. I'll never forget the look in her eyes as she backed out of my apartment and I closed the door in her face," he said sorrowfully.

[BlackPanther]

*Barachiel nods taking in the story he looks up at the moon.* "Neither of you were prepared.... you are still sinful and she was not ready for you." *Looks back at sean a look passing through his eyes* "Both of you were numbnuts" *The kindest name calling he has done in awhile* "Considering she now wants to murder you... I will take you as my charge.. I am Barachiel but you may call me Bar. which is apparently easier to say" *He gives a small smile with that knowing that this one will be difficult and to top it off a fallen wanted to kill this one.*