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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 5, 2010 21:14:26 GMT -5
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How long ago had she awaken? She couldn't recall. Time was starting to blur together the longer she spent on this island without finding shelter or food. Stumbling around, she latched onto a tree to catch her breath. Everything was so frightening here. It seemed that everywhere she turned, something was out to get her. She'd seen wild animals attack other humans and animals alike, she'd seen humans tried to defend themselves and flal. She'd seen so much, and she didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit.
But there was a part of her telling her that it was okay. That this was better than the hell she was already living through, and that no matter what, she was going to make it out alive. For you see, Yaten had a dormant part in her. Lucifer could see through Yaten's eyes, could speak to her consciousness, but she couldn't know who she was or her purpose for being there.
And yet-- Yaten only needed the small reassurance. Placing once foot in front of the other, she continued to walk until she reached a small graveyard. The iron gate was swinging open making a loud, squeaky noise as it was pronse to do in all of those horror movies. It made it a bit forboding, but the white haired girl was determined to make it through. Perhaps no one would think of looking for someone to kill in a graveyard. Weren't most people in graveyards dead? And she was so pale, she might as well be mistaken for a pretty, dressed up corpse.
Okay, morbid thoughts aside, the girl frowned as she looked at one of the unmarked graves. Would this be her one day? Doomed to die and no one remember her? Did anyone visit these graves anymore? Did anyone care? Vines were growing up the sides of the gates and walls, moss covered the headstones, decay rotted the place.
It was depressing, but it was perfect.
She sat, back leaning against a broken angel statue and bringing her knees to her chest. This would be her resting place until she could find better shelter.
And Lucifer approved.
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WORDS - 366
NOTES - I tried my best. @@;
TUNES - poet and the pendulum - nightwish
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by KYOH TAE HYUN on Jun 5, 2010 21:29:05 GMT -5
Fifteen years now.
It'd been fifteen years since Lucifer died and went to Earth. Fifteen since he said fuck it and followed her here. But in that time, he hadn't caught sight of her, hadn't yet found her. He'd jumped from body to body, ruined life after life in doing so. But Satan didn't care, he had to find his sister.
Recently he'd settled himself in the body of a human cop from South Korea. This man had appeared the most similar to how Satan looked in his demon form. Actually, the resemblance was striking. Poor fool. He'd never seen it coming.
Thinking about Tae Hyun seemed to catch the man's attention. He heard the human complain in the back of his skull, like a soft buzzing. Like a very squishable mosquito. Satan grunted and simply pushed the human's voice further back, where he couldn't hear the fool as he spoke his displeasure.
Fuck his displeasure.
A nearly animalistic snarl spread over his handsome features and his mind returned to his search for Lucifer. He believed that he'd sensed her to be near when he'd been in South Korea, but then he'd woken up on this damned island. And he couldn't get off it! How could he find Lucifer if he couldn't leave this place! Fuck!
Fuck this world and fuck this island. And fuck humans.
The look of wrath on his features sent most people running, or simplay made them step out of his path. Good. He didn't have time for stupid little mortals. Satan was busy. Busy trying to find what made this island tick. There had to be something supernatural about it, otherwise he'd have left it by now and gone back to searching.
So he'd decided to wander and take note of anythin and everything unusual.
His steps took him through the village and alongside the graveyard. The daimon paused, looking over the small piece of land, decaying and being taken back by nature. Strange as it was...the sight of it calmed his fury a little...
Wrath turned and stepped through the little gate, then wandered through the graveyard. Lucifer was not forgotten. He hadn't been here yet and was simply continuing his search.
tag: yaten
words: 431
outfit: black jeans, gray wife beater and a white open dress shirt
notes: yay!
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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 5, 2010 23:13:04 GMT -5
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The sound of footsteps made Yaten raise her head. Immediately alarm bells went off, and her concious seemed to speak to her. She crawled cautiously up and made herself small against the stone. She had to get a good look at this person and ensure that it was a friend, not a foe. Of course, a part of her was also ready to kill anyone if they dared tried to her her. Still, she wanted to prevent bloodshed if possible.
Yaten never liked fighting, and that was why Lucifer had to do all of her fighting for her. Not like she knew that, though. As far as Yaten knew, her blackouts were nothing more than part of her anemia. It was a good explanation, and as far as Lucifer was concerned, if was much preferable to the real thing.
What Yaten didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
Gazing out towards the human, just barely peaking over the edge of the angel's shoulder, Yaten took in his site. And something within her seemed to freeze. The resemblance was so uncanny.... she knew this man, but she'd never met him before. Her heart ached, but she couldn't understand why. Perhaps she never would.
Realizing he'd probably spotted her by now, she slid down from the stone and started to approach him, a dumbstruck look on her face. But... it couldn't be him, could it? His eyes and hair were so different, but his facial features were the same. If he had died after her, he would be younger in his human form-- so then why...
Yaten happily shared her concious with her other self as she tried to overcome the mix of emotions she was feeling. "..." Silence. She couldn't bring herself to speak. Would he recognize her anymore?
"Are you real?" she asked in the softest voice possible.
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WORDS - 513
NOTES - Keke. <3 Will he recognize her I wonder?
TUNES - poet and the pendulum - nightwish
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by KYOH TAE HYUN on Jun 6, 2010 1:10:17 GMT -5
Tombstones, moss, weeds.
There didn't seem to be anything interesting here, and the slight soothing the place had given him when he'd first seen it...was starting to fade. The fire in him was beginning to burn. He hated this place. Really. Fucking. Hated it.
The daimon was about to turn back and leave the graveyard the way he'd come when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned his head an caught sight of a young girl with white hair and large, seemingly innocent eyes.
His brows rose and he watched as she slipped back into her hiding spot. Wrath stayed on what looked to be the remenants of a path and considered going after the girl or not. That hair had caught his interest a little, he had to admit. And those eyes...
He was saved from having to make a decision when the girl slipped out of her hiding spot on her own and came toward him. His expression was very still, and nearly blank except the slightly turned down lips. Wrath usually looked as if he were sucking on something sour, and now was no different.
The daimon relaxed his pose a little, watching with nearly black eyes as she approached. 'Are you real?' His brows came together, making him look that much more like Satan. "Am I real?" Was she some sort of junkie? Or using some other type of drug? Did he look like a ghost to her?! And how would she get drugs on this island anyway? He raised a brow, not looking all too friendly at all,
"Do I look like I'm not fucking real?" Being his usual rude self he waved a hand in front of her face, "Do I look translucent to you? Fuck..." He'd definitely developed a liking for human swearwords, fuck being one of his favourites.
tag: yaten
words: 360
outfit: black jeans, gray wife beater and a white open dress shirt
notes: yay!
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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 6, 2010 14:59:21 GMT -5
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He looked like him, acted like him, spoke like him... but he was human. Was it him or was it someone who looked like him? Yaten didn't understand what her memory was trying to process. She'd never seen this man before, and yet something was telling her that she knew him. That he was her saviour, that he was the one she'd been waiting for- the one that would steal her away from her home in the middle of the night and hold her tight.
She had to get closer to him. Hands raised to either side of his face, but she didn't dare touch. Red eyes simply drank in his appearance. He was still beautiful...
And what of she? She was trapped in this makeshift human body. She could push herself forward, let Yaten lose her conciousness, she could speak to him as her. But this girl she'd grown so close to, so close that their souls were now entwined... could she do that to her? Could she push her away like that when it wasn't for the cause of protecting her?
Or could she justify it by saying that if she didn't show herself, if he was wrath, he would kill her.
Hands fell to her sides, and it seemed all too sudden that a gust of wind picked up-- her element-- and swept the white, angelic appearance away, leaving in its place a hellish, ghoulish demon of a girl. Lucifer's dark red eyes opened, staring at the man in front of her for recognition, begging him to remember her name. And if it wasn't him? What would his reaction be?
Would he be horrified by her? Would he attack her? Would she have more blood spilled before her?
So many thoughts raced through the daimon's head. She could, in the back of her mind, hear Yaten asking why, again, had she fainted, knew that the girl was afraid she'd be killed... but Lucifer wasn't going to let that happen. It was her duty to protect her human form so that she could live and meet with this man again. This man... her man... Wrath.
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WORDS - 361
NOTES - I tried. D: I AM SORRY IF IT'S CONFUSING.
TUNES - poet and the pendulum - nightwish
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by KYOH TAE HYUN on Jun 6, 2010 20:04:27 GMT -5
Wrath was losing his patience, and his infamous temper was starting to rise again. He wanted Lucifer and he wanted her now. He was tired of searching this stupid place for her, tired of looking and never finding.
His fingertips burned with the itch to just turn this girl to dust. He wanted her gone from him. She'd managed to annoy him, and something about her made him miss his Lucifer all that much more. His chest tightened and he felt a scream of frustration build deep in his throat.
If he were to push any more power into his fingers they would start smoking. He heard the faint echo of pain from the human. Poor Tae Hyun couldn't moves a muscle, couldn't even scream as he felt as if someone had placed each of his fingers in fire.
The slight pity he felt for the human only managed to piss him off more. His expression turned to one of fury, and he was one blink away from burning this girl to a crisp when he felt the wind blow over them and then watched in fascination as the girl changed appearance.
Only the red of her eyes and the pale skin remained the same, while the white in her hair and in her eyes turned to pitch black.
The look of wrath turned to one of barely contained surprise, and then confusion. How had he not recognized her?! The only difference had been the hair, the eyes, and the expression. Was this his Lucifer...standing before him in this moment? In all her glory...
In one swift move, powerful hands took a hold of her arms and jerked her forward. He pressed the girl to his chest and pressed his face into her hair.
If this was some sort of trick, some sort of strange shifter or another daimon trying to have some fun...they would endure the most painful death. Wrath would make sure of it. He would cook them alive for days--if they managed to last that long. The daimon made a note to figure out how to keep his victims alive for as long as he needed them.
Then his mind went blank and he simply let himself enjoy the feel of her, prank or no prank.
tag: yaten
words: 422
outfit: black jeans, gray wife beater and a white open dress shirt
notes: i love them @@
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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 6, 2010 23:29:38 GMT -5
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Strong hands reached out to grab her. At first she was frightened that it hadn't been him after all, but soon she realized that it was, and the thought allowed her to mold herself against her brother's body, resting peacefully there, eyes half-closed until she allowed herself to breathe in his scene- so foreign yet familiar. She wanted to cry. To her, it had been so long trapped in this body, though fifteen years wasn't much in their homeworld.
"My brother..." she whispered. "You're here. You came looking for me! I thought I was alone. I was so scared! I want to go home!" Lucifer may have been the most prideful on the outside, but she was also the most insecure, a side she only showed to Satan, her brother.
"I was so worried I'd never see you okay or that you would forget about me." she was worried that Leviathan would use her death to her advantage and take her brother as her own. She couldn't have let that happen. Bound to this human's soul or not, she was hopelessly lost to her brother.
She recalled when they were growing up, how she'd always saught him out when her siblings picked on her, or how she'd try to get him to stick up for her when she fought with Asmodeus. All of her fights with Leviathan had been over him... and now he was here, he had been searching for her. Any other time she'd be prideful that she'd won. But for now she allowed herself to enjoy his embrace.
"My brother..." the sin of Pride smiled up at him before she stood on her very tiptoes and placed a kiss to his chin, a greeting of sorts. She couldn't even begin to describe how happy she felt. It was as if a great curse had been lifted from her.
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WORDS - 336
NOTES - She's so happy to have her Wrath back <3
TUNES - the hunchback of notre dame - finale ultimo
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by KYOH TAE HYUN on Jun 7, 2010 17:40:45 GMT -5
He held her tightly and remained silent as he listeend to her words. If it had been up to him, he would have found her the day that he'd followed her here. Alas, he had not. But there was no point in worrying over that anymore. They were reunited, and the ground beneath them shook a little from the power boiling inside of him. He'd never been good at keeping his emotions from affecting his power. Many had met their untimely end simply from annoying him or reminding him of Lucifer or any of his other siblings.
He'd missed Lucifer most of all, but that didn't mean that he hadn't missed the others as well. He wouldn't admit to it in a millenia --perhaps longer-- but he himself was aware of the fact, and this knoweledge hadn't helped to keep him emotionally stable.
Maybe he'd manage to sink this damned island. Would serve it right. Was it not aware of who it was dealing with?!
His skin was hot to the touch, another sign of power spilling over the brim, but he kept holding on. Besides, it wouldn't be hot enough to hurt his Pride, would it? She would let him know if it was.
"Sister."
A strong hand slipped through the pitch black of her hair, "Have you been here all this time?" If so, he'd certainly burn this island to ash once they got away from it. No one should dare to keep his precious sister from him!
tag: yaten
words: 300
outfit: black jeans, gray wife beater and a white open dress shirt
notes: i love them @@
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