when An Angel Meets the Devil

[This is a closed RP for Kasuna. If you like the beginning and are interested in something similar, PM me! ]

Christmas Eve Mass was always special. Candle light, incense, special musical bell performances and a Bishop to bless the Eucharist. People dressed to impress one another and gave to the offering plates. Most of the attendees were indeed only there this once a year.

Out front was a Live Nativity scene with actors and actresses welcoming the congregation to the chapel for the evening mass. A large tree had been donated and decorated to greet the Holiday crowd as well.

All in all, it was Christmas. The same as any other year. Young family would leave mass and put their children to bed while they brought out gifts for the morning, while others would go home to have a long quiet evening, and others still would go carolling. Christmas in the city was in full swing.

It was nearly half way through mass that the Bishop's sermon took an odd turn.

"As you all well know the story, it was the very night of our Lords birth that Angels sang out and praised him. They stood watch over his bed and guided shepherds to him. Tonight, we are truly blessed." he said whimsically.

The church fell silent as the Bishops words hung in the air.

"Tonight, we have been graced with the presence of an Angel of our own." he stated, looking to the left of the Alter.

A nun stepped forward, out of the shadows, guiding by the hand a small framed woman, dressed in a simple white sun dress and no shoes. Her Caribbean blue eyes were half closed, like someone drowsy, and her hair floated lightly around her, an unexplained light seeming to emit from her very being. she was in much too little clothing for this time of year. And yet, not many people were concerned with the odd girls attire, but rather what adorned her back.

Wings.

Gasps and whispers exploded among the pews.

The nun guided the raven haired angel to the Bishop, who placed his hand on her shoulder.

"This," spoke the Bishop, "This is the proof you have all been praying for. Proof of our Father undying love. Of his devotion and ability to answer our prayers. And, with proof of that, we therefore have proof-- undeniable proof-- of the saving grace, given to us by our Lord."

The Bishop smiled as people fell to their knees, worshipping and crying. Others took photos, and others still seemed to be looking at the ceiling for signs of wires or lights and mirrors.

The nun stood only slightly behind the Bishop and the angelic woman, her own amethyst eyes never moving off of the pair of them. The angels wings had been crudely cut, though the blood had been washed away.

"Now," the Bishop spoke again, causing most of the banter to fall silent. "Listen, to the true sound of an angel singing praise."

He stepped away from the raven haired angel, his eyes still on her, almost hungrily watching her.

Sure enough, the young woman raised her eyes to the crowd before closing them. She began to sing, her voice carrying warmth as it echoed through the Chapel. People listened in awe, while other wept. Elderly people who came with canes or walkers stood unaided, and a small group who had made the trip from the Hospital to be at the Christmas Eve mass near the front all stared in apparent shock.

Her voice healed, though the words she sung were not English. She sung in Italian.

((Make his hair spiky black his eyes are black as well.))

A man with a bald head looked at the Angel and his beady eyes seemed to sparkle. He made a mental note about her and soon his troubles would be lessened. He smiled as he "prayed" to the angel and her singing.

Another man had also seen the Angel as he sat in the back pews. He was bundled up in a huge overcoat, a scarf covered his face and shades hid his eyes. He set his hand, abnormally large and blue, not to mention furry,stood as he walked out of the church into the night air. The snow swirled around the figure as it hurried itself to the institute at which he worked. As he left, a young man walked in. He saw the angel and looked at her dully, waiting to make eye contact.

As others fawned over the angel, none paying attention to the back, the Angel graced his currently dull, obsidian black eyes as he mouthed, "Help me..." He didn't seem so healthy in the grand scheme of things. He was pale and seemed underfed, he was covered in bruises, long cuts and welts that anyone who cared to look could plainly see as he wasn't wearing a shirt, but by the time anyone could turn to see what the angel was staring at, the shadows seemed to rise up and wrap themselves around the young man. He clearly tried to struggle and call out, but that shadows wrapped him up tightly and they were both gone just as quickly as they had come.

<> Next Morning <>
Demetri was thrown into the metal bars of his cage as the door is quickly shut and a form approached him. A collar was put on him made of studded black leather and a heavy chain was attached to it. The figure also attached manacles to his wrists and ankles that were attached to the walls of the cage. The figure left and the young man was left alone for the shortest amount of time. Soon people began to flock to his cage, as they pointed and laughed at him. He hated that. That sound that humans made as he was humiliated set him off. He shifted and it almost seemed like a glitter and then a snarling panther that was about the size of a liger stood, growling and glaring out at the people before it. It lunged at them, only to be restricted by the chains. He roared and thrashed against the bindings. A whip crack and some pain later and he shifted back instantaneously, a new angry welt had formed on the young man's back and someone was speaking of the devil that had been caught.

A woman stood in the crowd watching the young man before quickly leaving the second rate zoo of which she had been scouting for a possible field trip. Needless to say she left displeased as her pure white hair flowed behind her and thunder clouds seemed to roll in ominously. The woman arrived at a huge mansion that she lived,trained and taught at. She knocked on the door and entered an office labeled, "Professor Xavier". There she saw one of her comrades, Beast, standing in front of Professor X's desk, mirroring her facial expressions.

XD OMG IT HURTS TO READ!!! Tabbs--- please-- Past tense, third person! I beg you~~~!

The next morning brought Christmas day to the city, and with it the Christmas Day Parade.

For the first time in years, the Church has a float. It was a live nativity scene, with the angel-- who was now all over the internet and news stations-- sitting on top of the nativity set. She kept her wings around her to keep herself warm, waving to the crowd like the rest of the people on the float.

She was dressed in a white dress again, this time with a white fur scarf and gloves to help keep her warm. They had apparently put make up on her as well. Her blue eyes seemed to pop thanks to the eyeliner, and her lips that had been as pale as the rest of her skin were a vibrant red.

"Are you alight up there, Ester?" a woman dressed as Mother Mary called up to her. It was the same nun who had escorted the angel out the night before.

Ester nodded, though a smile never touched her lips. She looked tired, ignoring the cheers of the crowd.

((Minus the letters and red stripes))


The zoo keeper had forced Demetri to shift into an enormous black tiger. He smirked his approval and shot him with a powerful sedative as he put a modified bit into his mouth, and a customized saddle onto his back that was Christmas themed. The zoo keeper even put a Santa hat on Demetri's head, which he had growled in protest about, to no avail. The man loaded a GIANT bag of candy onto Demetri's back and mounted the tiger with ease. Taking the reins he guided the tiger to the designated spot in the parade line. They were about two floats down from the nativity scene. Soon they walked in step to the drums. Demetri had laid his ears back due to all the noise and shook his head slightly as he fought off the sedative while the man on his back tossed candy out.

The bald man had a devious grin plastered on his features as he and his two children watched the angel with rapt attention. He took out his phone and sent a text.

A man bundled tightly in a large trench coat and scarf watched the parade progress, watching the angel more intently than ever. He pulled his hat low and made sure the sunglasses covered his eyes as he, surprisingly agile for a man of his size, weaved through the crowd, watching the float.

Ester climbed down from the roof at the float came to a pause about half way through the parade. It was time they put on a show, in front of Rockville Center.

The nun dressed as Marry helped her off the float and handed her a microphone, instructing her to begin singing. The angel had hardly hit the third word when all hell broke loose. Smoke bombs and tear gas went off around them and people screamed.

Ester was no exception. She dropped the microphone and tossed her hands up over her mouth and nose, coughing. When someone grabbed her arm, she assumed it was a nun and ran along after them, stumbling bear foot on the assault. "Ms. Tory, what's going on?" she wheezed, attempting to pull her hand free.

Whoever the strange woman was who grabbed her-- it wasn't Tory. "Quiet, kid." the woman barked, puling the door open to a van and none to gently shoving the younger woman inside, slamming the door shut behind her, narrowly missing crushing her wing.

As the van took off, it knocked Ester to the side, thrown off balance and not in any seat.

The next the heavily coated man knew was that his target was being rapidly moved away from him. he grit his teeth and scoffed. He put his hand to ear and whispered into it, "They are escaping in a white van down the back roads, there are too many people for me to keep up with them." He rolled his eyes as he looked for an alley where he would be able to access the back roads. Somehow though, it seemed like there were none within the parade route...how had those people gotten in then?!! He had thought to himself. Then he thought he knew. He had seen King Pin at church, and he had seen him at the parade. OF COURSE! It all made sense now. He called into his headset again, "I think King Pin has her, be on the look out." He said and quickened his pace.

As Demetri looked around, his vision began to sharpen, a cue that the sedative was wearing off. He pretended to still be under the influence of whatever drug it was and remained 'docile' for the moment. He scanned the area, ignoring all the loud noises and at last he saw his escape plan click. There was a rest stop in the middle of the parade. As Demetri walked calmly to the area, it burst with smoke bombs and such. It burned his sensitive nose, but it worked in his favor too. His 'rider' got off of him, scared of all the commotion and he seized his chance. He shifted and as a bird he now soared through the sky, away from his capture and to somewhere out of the main city.