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PostSubject: A not so blissful morning   Fri 25 Aug - 3:57




He doesn't know how much time he spent walking the roads of Elm Town, looking for a good place to rest, but the night is slowly coming to an end. Most of the town is thoroughly destroyed so his search is a bit more difficult than he first anticipated. The divine woman in his arms didn't yet stir from her slumber but he isn't worried about it as he can feel her chest faintly rising against his own, a sign of her still breathing. There's a part of him that feels giddy about holding such a pure creature this closely. If it weren't for the fact that he needs to look for a proper housing, Mathias feels like his stare wouldn't leave her face, to admire her sleeping figure.

When he finds the perfect place, the morning sun is already starting to rise from the horizon. The Priest is relieved that the night is ending, as it means there will be fewer enemies encounters. Mathias actually prefers resting the day so he can hunt at night.

The house he chooses is quite small and hidden between two bigger houses. There are remains of what should have been a garden surrounding the front door. He barely notices it as he walks confidently to the wooden door. His arms busy holding the winged maiden, he simply explodes the front door with his foot. Two kicks are enough to create a hole big enough for him to enter. He needs to lower his head but besides that, the Angel's wings fit through the hole, which was his only concern when entering.

The first room is the kitchen, which is pretty much empty, save for a decent wooden table and chairs. They are pretty dusty, which shows how much time it stayed inhabited. He walks further inside and finds a narrow staircase. He doesn't climb it as it's too narrow for the lady's wings and he's afraid they could bump into the walls. He prefers staying on the first floor. Unfortunately, there's no bedroom on the first floor and the couch he finds is too small for him to lay the winged lady on. Reluctantly, he settles the woman on the floor, kneeling to place her comfortably on her side to avoid crushing the wings. He stands back up when he finish placing her on the wooden floor. It's temporary, he thinks, as his eyes find the stairs once more. He climbs them quickly, in search of a bedroom. He finds a bathroom in a somewhat good condition, but he doesn't waste his time checking if the water works. He opens another door and finds a nursery. There's a giant hole in the wall and he doesn't need to see the past to understand what went down in this room.
At some point, when the Apocalypse started, children but mostly babies were the first to disappear in the night. It took a while before humans started realizing that they weren't safe in their home and sought protection from the Churches. Mathias avoids looking at the crib and leaves the room, firmly closing the door behind him.

He walks to the last door but when he tries to open it, it's locked. He frowns and, without hesitation, force the door open with his elbow. The wooden door's hinges breaks and the door swoop open. He enters the room and immediately a putrid smell assault his nostrils.
It's the odor of death. Mathias is used to the smell so he doesn't even attempt covering his nose. He only walks in, looking for a body. The bed is cleanly made, which relieves him because he can use the mattress alongside the pillows and covers. He doesn't take them yet, his eyes still searching for a body.

He sniffs the air and the horrid smell leads him to the closet. He opens it delicately and finds the culprit of the smell; Two corpses holding hands inside, barely hidden behind neatly arranged clothes. The Priest stare finds the rusty pistol in the man's hand alongside a Bible.
He takes the time to mutter prayers for their poor souls before closing the closet.

When he goes down the stairs, it's with a clean mattress under an arm and a white pillow under the other. He's holding a blanket in one of his hand.

Mathias takes the time to push the couch away along with the other furnitures before laying down the mattress. He then proceeds to lay down the Angel on the mattress, on her stomach. He wraps her in blankets, in a way for her wings to stay unrestrained but still a bit covered in the blankets to keep her warm.

He then sits in the kitchen, one eye remaining fixed on the Angel. He rubs his eyes and yawn, but stay alert.

After all, people died in this house, which means their souls are still around. They could come out at any time, he needs to stay vigilant so he can protect her.


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It's around noon when the winged maiden start stirring in her sleep. Mathias doesn't really notice it, however, as his eyes are closed but he isn't sleeping despite what it looks like. He's simply resting his tired eyes.

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Fri 25 Aug - 14:36



You are a disgrace to our kind.
I forbid you from leaving heaven.
You are to be an Arch Angel.
This fantasy needs to stop.
You cannot save them.

I will never give up.
Peace must come back to humanity.
These shadows will rest once more.
For they have not all sin.
Everyone deserves a chance to live.

In her dreams, she found herself back into her old life. A girl was sitting with her youngest sibling watching her dad and brother working on the farm. She felt her sister poke her and ran away from her. Mary was her sister name, she remembers going and chasing the girl through the fields. The earth was a little mushy from the recent rain. Her sister giggles echo around her as she chases her throughout to the forest near by their home. She lost sight of her sister and had worried confused her body. A fear took over her body as she spins around and shouted her sister name over and over again.

"Mary, Mary, where are you?"

She heard a scream just near the pond in the forest and that is all it took for her to take off toward the pond. She saw a   demon advancing on her little sister. They could not let her sister die this way. She lightly grabbed the tree branch that had fallen from a giant oak tree. She wack the demon in its back and attracted it to attack her. Her hands clutch the oak branch tightly in her hand as she kept hitting the demon as it came closer to her.

"Go Mary."

The little girl got up and ran away out of the forest which made her sigh with relief that her sister was safe. She knew that she will die in the hands of a demon, but her sister will live on. She hopes she could see her family one more time before her death. The demon did not make it close enough that she felt something hit thing demon. A bright light arrow had shot the demon in the head. Someone had jumped in front of her. He had long bright blonde hair and wings that spread from his back.

The angel before had a glowing gold sword that was now piercing the demon as the blood coated the sword. He pulled the sword out of the demon and wipe it with a cloth before turning to the girl. He had bright gold eyes that shine like the heaven's gate and bright the stars in the night sky. He was a beautiful sight to behold as she felt her face slightly turned red at the attractive angel that stood before her. He held his hand out to her and without hesitation she put her small pale hands into his.

“Child, you have shown sacrifice in a time where men only show greed. A person with such a pure heart. A creature such as yourself should never fall from such a corruption."

The angel before her gently pats her hand before disappearing into a bright light that she had to closed her eyes from the brightness. Her hand had fallen to her side as the light succeeded away into nothingness. Her eyes open to see the angel was gone.  She heard yelling as her father ran over to her and bend down to check his middle child was safe. He notices the demon body dead on the ground. He thanked God that is a child was safe.

"It was a blessing that my child was safe."

Several years passed before the young girl became women, She had dedicated herself to God as she knew he sends the angel to save her. Mercy had become a beautiful young woman with a passion for healing. She took a job as a lady to help heal wounds that villager gone in her small village that she lived in.She did not married which was seen as odd, but she was someone to was married to her work. She notices that nights were getting dangers as demon seems to cause more trouble in the forest.

"An angel without her wings will give her life to protect those she love."

She was gathering herbs near the forest when she notices that something was wrong. There was a pile of dead men laying on the ground. It was the guards that kept the village safe. There were demons eating the bodies as the bones crunch. She listens closely as they begin to whisper things to each other.

"The village is next."

"I want to eat a child."

"A baby would be better."

"I like the taste of a virgin women."

A feeling of unease swept over her as she dashes to the village to send a warning to the others. She tried to warn the village who doubted her at first, but it was getting dark as it was a full eclipse day. They knew that the gates of hell were closed. She tried to defend herself that she saw the dead bodies are the guards. No one listens to her , so she knew best thing was at least safe her family from the fate. She knew wanted to save everyone , but these people always saw her as a crazy lady from the story of an angel saving her.

"Please, you have to listen to me."

She whispers as people just went into their homes feeling that they were safe that way. Mercy had to walk away and head to the farm that her parent own. Her parent was very religious and believe that an angel did safely her. They were always prepared as they notice that people were being killed from something. She prays for the village to be safe from the oncoming demons and hopes that God will have mercy will their souls. She walked the dirt path to her farm where she notices blood smeared the crops.

"May God be with you."

When she got to the fields, she notices the corpse of her father and brother ripped apart and blood pooling around him. She felt tears dropped her face as she ran to inside the house and notice it was empty from every body but blood was everywhere. She heard noises from the barn, so she saw blood on the floor looking like someone was dragged outside the back. She followed outside to the barn that was wide open. Dead animals were everywhere as the demon had killed the animals on the small farm. She stepped around the dead corpses of the animal to the farm. What she saw made her break down as sob escape her lips.

"Ah!"

There was her mother, sister in law, and sister died on the ground will blood covering their corpses as someone stood over them. Her baby niece was being consumed by a demon as it ripped the flesh of the dead baby. It stopped as it notices the young women standing there. It dropped the baby corpse and stepped closer to her. She backed up but was stopped from behind by another demon. She was not going down without a fight as she pushed behind her hard enough to make the demon fall down.

"Die Demon!"

Her hands went to the pitchfork that was in her dead mother hand as well the cross in her hand. She was fast as she shoves the fork into the demon which pins it to the ground. It was trying hard to remove the pitch fork from its body. She was caught off guard as the other demon had slashed her as she turned around and pushed her against the barn door. her hands go to the wound as she slides onto the floor. I walked in front of her and all she could do was throw the cross at it hoping it injure it.

"You are mine now."


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Her eyes open as she almost let out scream escape her mouth. She covered her mouth as she shot up from the bed. Her whole body was covered her sweat and heavy pants left her lips instead of the scream. She looked around to notice she was on a mattress in a house. She removed the blanket from her body as she tried to take deep breaths. Her nerve was on edge from the nightmare.She rubbed her eyes as she stood up from the bed to observe around herself. She notices that it was a dusty old house that must have been through a lot as some things smashed. Her eyes wander more until she notices that the priest was asleep on a chair. She notices that he was covered in dried blood and looked peaceful in his sleep.

My past haunts me.

Not wanting to wait up the sleeping priest, she decided the best thing to do was to wake for him to wait up. She moves her wounded wing closed to her to observe if it needed to be clean from the blood. Her hands run along the now healed wound as she begins to pluck any feathers that were too badly damaged. They would not be able to heal, so she will need to grow new feathers which were painful in itself. She cringes from each damage feather she plucked.

It took her a few minute before she had removed all the feathers that she wanted before she heard stirring from the priest.

"Good afternoon."

The angel was covered in the afternoon light as it made her glow lightly. She had looked up from the ripped bloody feathers that were resting on her lap. Her light grey wings were resting against her body.

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Fri 25 Aug - 20:59




Mathias didn't notice that he was slowly but firmly losing his battle with the Sandman, his mind exhausted from the lack of sleep. His body is stirring uncomfortably on the wooden chair because of his awkward sitting position, with both his legs and arms firmly crossed, in what would be a defensive stance, while his head staring down.

"Good afternoon."

He jerks awake immediately when he hears the female voice and raises his head to look at her. She's sitting in all her glory on the white mattress, the soft glow of the afternoon surrounding her from behind the uncovered windows and creating a crown of light around her. Mathias uncrosses his arms and legs, staring dumbly at her with a gaping mouth. He shakes his head when he remembers that she spoke to him and answers back, with a smile wanting to be pleasant but only come out awkward on his lips;

''Good afternoon, your Holiness. Was your rest comfortable ?''


He stands up for a short time to kneel in front of her, in a way to not look down upon her.
He lowers his head and stares at her lap. That's when he notices the plucked feathers all around her. He gasps in panic and lifts his head to stare into her eyes.


''Your Holiness, is everything alright? Do you need to be healed once again ?''


He's already fishing inside his coat, to get his Holy book from an inside pocket. He thumbs through page after page for a healing spell, frowning in clear worry.

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Fri 25 Aug - 21:11





Mercy smiled at him as she watched as eyes open and looked over to her. She notice has his mouth gap at her which she wonders why until she notices the sun had been caught upon her. This was a normal thing for the angel in Heaven to glow when the light touch them. His smile looked awkward, but she did not mind as she smiled went wider.

''Good afternoon, your Holiness. Was your rest comfortable ?''

She nodded her head as she still felt a little sad though as the dream haunted her mind. Mercy did not want to trouble him with her past. The past was in the past and did not solve itself if she lingers to it. So, she pushed it back as she looked down at the feathers that she had to pluck.

"I slept well and comfortable. No need to worry. Us angels are tough."

She looked up at him, and her smile dropped when he notices that she had plucked her feathers. Panic was on his face as she tried to come up with something to say to him. The feathers were damaged and unrepairable, so she needed to remove them.

''Your Holiness, is everything alright? Do you need to be healed once again ?''

Mercy had grabbed the feathers as they glowed and evaporate into the air as if they were never there, to begin with. She had gotten up and spread her wings to show him that it was completely healed. She lightly flapped them to show that no pain was going through it as well.

"My winged is all heal. Thank you for saving me without you, I would have been in deep trouble."

She raises her hand to interrupt him from looking through the holy book. She notices that he was too focused on the book to notice she had shown him that her wings were just fine. The angel gave a gentle smile before stretching her wings out for a moment before letting them fold back against her back.

"The feathers would not be able to heal properly anyways."



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Peace must come back to humanity.
These shadows will rest once more.
For they have not all sin.
Everyone deserves a chance to live.




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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Fri 25 Aug - 23:05




"I slept well and comfortable. No need to worry. Us angels are tough."

He raises his head temporarily to smiles warmly at her, fingers pausing in their search for an appropriate prayer inside the thick book. His smile may be well intended, but it's still very awkward, too big on his face, making him look creepy.

''I am relieved to hear this. I was worried about your comfort.''


He heads back into his book, eyes shifting from right to left to read each passage on each page. Mathias completely misses how she tries to show him her healed wings, too focused on his task. He seems to finally find what he was searching for but the Angel interrupt him before it can leave his lips;

"My winged is all heal. Thank you for saving me without you, I would have been in deep trouble."

He closes his book in a swift movement. He's not angry, despite the rough sound the book made when closing, he's simply embarrassed. Being thanked by a celestial being is quite an honor, after all. It's the second time she thanked him, too. He scratches the back of his head with one hand while putting away his book with the other. He's lightly blushing,
a small tinge. He avoids looking directly at her as he speaks;


''Like I already said, I do not need your gratitude, it is my duty.''

He's still clearly happy to be thanked again, despite what he says. His attention is back on her as her wings fold neatly in her back. They are quite fascinating so he stares at them a bit too long, enough to make the lady fidget in discomfort.  He shakes his head when he sees her uneasiness and clears his throat awkwardly before standing up. His legs crack loudly at his sudden movement but he doesn't seem to mind as he put some distance between her and him. He walks to the kitchen sink and the first thing he does is opening the kitchen's faucet. He whistles in surprise when he sees the murky water coming out of it. He closes it and turns his head towards her. He may be more covered in blood than her,
but her needs are more important than his own. He smiles at her and offer to her;


''Your Holiness, there seems to be running water in this house. Do you wish to clean yourself? There's a bathroom upstairs.''

She agrees almost immediately. He's relieved as he thought that maybe she wouldn't trust him enough for her to undress in a house with only the both of them. But, he thinks as voices whisper their sinful spiel once again in the back of his mind, he's not sure if he should be relieved at the trust she places in him...

They climb the stairs together, Mathias in front to make sure that nothing could happen to her. He shows her the bathroom and let her start filling the bathtub. He doesn't leave the room yet, carefully pouring blessing salts in front of the bathtub. Mathias only tells her as he scatters the salt across the floor;


''To be certain that nothing can reach you inside.'' His voice is cheerful but his smile is unsettling. She cannot see his turquoise eyes too, hidden behind her own reflection in his glasses.

He doesn't explain himself further and leaves the room the minute the bath is completely filled and ready to be used. He closes the door behind him and stays right in front of it, standing tall in the hallway.

He stops smiling the minute the door is closed. As long as he's concerned, she doesn't need to be aware of the former residents of this house. He keeps an ear out to listen to each and every sound around him.


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He listen to the Angel singing in the bathroom, her melodious voice filling the otherwise silence. Mathias feels like his entire soul is attracted to the sound of her song. Once again he feels immensely blessed. It's been such a while since he felt this good outside of hunting.

When the singing is stopped mid-sentence, he feels immediately that something is wrong.
Then there's a distorted scream from the bathroom and he doesn't hesitate before knocking it down.

Right from the wall is the translucent silhouette of a woman. Her image is distorted, not quite looking like the former human she was. Her eyes are sunk into her skull and her mouth is stretched unnaturally. Her hair is flowing around her as if they have a mind of their own and on the side of her face, right at the temple, there's an ugly wound with transparent blood pouring out of it. It's a disgusting view, for sure.

It's the spirit who is screaming, her thin arms searching to grab the angel sitting in the bathtub.

She's about to reach the surprised angel when a barrier appears around the bathtub, where the salt was poured. It's rejecting the spirit from coming closer to the angel and protecting the sacred being. A long blade is then thrown into the spirit's skull, crushing her into the wall away from the angel. It doesn't seem to have affected the spirit, besides pinning her to the wall, but she screams in pain anyway. The Priest doesn't waste much time, letting go of his blade's shoved firmly into the wall to fishes out blessing salt from his coat. He immediately throws some at her but the spirit dodges it by melting into the wall she was pinned on.

There's a second scream coming from another part of the house, but it's far away from the bathroom. Mathias pulls his blade from the wall in a swift move. Unwillingly, his eyes find the naked body of the angel, barely hidden inside the murky water. His eyes follow the contour of her breasts for a split of seconds, enough time for Mercy to notice the perverse glint in the Priest's eyes before his entire body turns away to leave the room. The bathroom door is closed loudly behind him.

The hunt has begun and that's all he can think about at the moment as he climbs down the stairs to find the spirits.

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Sat 26 Aug - 5:21





Mercy had followed him to the bathroom. It was dusty from the years it has been abandoned. She watches as the salts were poured across the tub and around the floor. That was not going keep a spirit out for long, she could sense it lingering around in the room next door. She knew she could have to cleanse her but for now, she was going take a nice bath.She did draw herself a bath as he was doing so, she never felt water in a very long time. It felt so soothing against her dirty skin. A genuine smile was on her face as she ran her hands in the water before the tub was half way full. Her hands were now out of the water as she turned to see the priest was now at the door.  

''To be certain that nothing can reach you inside.''

His smile was not of someone who was happy. It looked fake to her which she tried looked into his eyes, but they were hidden behind his glasses. She just nodded her hand to him and watched the door closed. She hummed as she removed her white dress and enter the bath. She started to bathe her body with the old soap that was on the side of the tub. A song burst from her lips while she was cleaning her self. It was a song that she was taught by her mother when she used to have nightmares

"Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby
Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay
And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow
Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fort-"


Mercy stopped as she notices the female spirit staring at her. The way she looked was haunting with her shadows consuming her eyes. It looked like they have sunken into her very unnatural pale skin. She knew she had to cleanse this spirit. The sadness and torture glowed from the spirit. The female spirit begins to scream because the angel had begun to glow a bright goldish color instead of her usual white color. To her, she saw the wound that was probably causing the pain of the grotesque death. The spirit was walking over to her as it was screaming and trying to get near the tub.

The door was knock down which made the women stopped and looked over at the priest who had a crazed looked on her face. It sends a chill down the angel back to see someone so willing to kill. She was about to get out of the bathtub when she stops noticing the lady trying to get near the bathtub again. A barrier had consumed around her from the effect of the salts. The spirit was not giving up until a sword was thrust at its skull.

The spirit had taken off by disappearing in another room. She could sense it in the room across the hall. She watched as he went to grabbed his sword and looked at her body. A blush covered her face as she looked away from him trying to use her powers to lightly teleport over to the spirit.

She got up and grabbed her dressed as she forced it down her body before teleporting into the room where the spirit had taken place. It was in a closet that she could not get in ,so the best option was the sing the spirit out the closet. she had closed her eyes as she moved lightly started to hummed against.

Her hands go to her necklace that she always had in her hands when she wanted to cleanse. Her voice was a soft melody that echoes around them as light orbs came from her feathers and surrounded the spirit and her. The spirit tried to leave but was trapped by the orbs.  A bright gold light had consumed, and her body started to lightly float off the ground.

"I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

Her voice echoes around as the spirit had now open the door as it was sort of in a trance. It watched as she sang and brought back memories of happiness to the ghost.

"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"

She stopped floating as she walked over to the spirit with her eyes still closed. Her other hand was twirling as the orbs around them begin to twirl around as it followed her moves.

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

The orbs were now hovering around and had gotten close enough that wings were easier to see that they too were glowing.

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

The orbs begin to closed upon them as it got closer the more it started to glowed together.

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

The angel had moved both her hand up as the orbs went up before going down onto the ghost.

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice

The orbs covered the ghost before disappear to reveal that the ghost was now healed and looked normal.

I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice"

Mercy eyes open as she releases her hands with the orbs now disappearing back into her wings. She smiled brightly and hold her hands out for the ghost to hug her. The ghost lady was now crying tears as it ran over to her but stopped because holy water was now drenching the ghost who was now screaming in pain before it disappears from her sight.

"NO!"

Something just snapped as the angel slapped him before yelling at him. Anger fumed from the angel as her wing flapped violently. Her whole body was shaking as she clenching her teeth.

"Thug Dia dom an chumhacht seo chun anam a leigheas. Ghlac tú as sin uaidh. Anam a leigheas ón pian agus ag fulaingt ... Níl mé ag iarraidh Muinín duit, sagart.."

(God gave me this power to heal her soul. You have taken that away from her. A soul that heal from the pain and suffering.... I do not want to trust you, priest.)

Mercy turned around before storming down the hallway and walking down the stairs to the door. She hesitated on wanting to leave. It was not a good choice. A sob escapes her lips as tears dripped down her face. Her hands go to her face to wipe the tears away.

"Athair, is theip orm mar iníon."

(Father, I am a failure as a daughter.)


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Peace must come back to humanity.
These shadows will rest once more.
For they have not all sin.
Everyone deserves a chance to live.




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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Sat 26 Aug - 8:18




Now downstairs, he's searching for the spirit he saw on the second floor. He knows the screech came from here, but no matter where he looks, he doesn't see any spirits. He grinds his teeth together in irritation. He needs to get rid of the spirits before they come back for the poor angel upstairs. Spirits are far from harmless creatures, no matter who they were before they died. No matter how much he pities them or prays for their poor souls, they will be suffering forever on this side and will turn their pain towards the living, in a way to take it out on those lucky enough to be still alive. They may not be able to harm anyone physically, but their hatred curses anyone that had the misfortune to cross their path and makes the victims of their anger die an agonizing death that they will relive in the afterlife themselves. It's a vicious circle that people like him have to break by exorcising their souls. If these spirits were in their right mind, they would be grateful. It's for the sake of the living. It's also his duty as a Priest, as an agent of the Lord, to exterminate anything that could be potentially dangerous for mankind. No matter the price.

Having no lucks finding the woman downstairs, he begins climbing back upstairs. Before even finishing climbing his way up, he hears a beautiful voice chanting. He frowns in worry as he realizes that the singing doesn't come from the bathroom. He sprints in the voice's direction, his cross swinging wildly on his chest in the same rhythm that his heart is beating. He feels like his chest is going to explode.

What if he's too late? Curses don't take long to establish. The spirit only needs to touch in any way the person it wants to curse and no Priest can expel it. He knows; He tried. Each time, no matter how many prayers he sends to the Lord, no matter how many spells he uttered to lessen the curse, no matter his efforts or the tears he shed, his efforts were completely pointless. There's no cure for this kind of curse, no salvation.

He arrives in front of the bedroom and thankfully because he has broken the door earlier,
it's quite easy now to enter. The sight that welcomes him shock him;

The winged woman is shining bright with orbs surrounding her. The angel's wings are open wide, glowing in the room with that same glow that illuminates the orbs and she's floating. There's something inside of him that tells him he shouldn't be interfering and he notices the spirit has taken a less horrible appearance. Like healed from their cursed existence. The orbs disappear into the wings like they never existed to begin with, like Mathias dreamed them, and Mercy smiles kindly towards the spirit who is crying warm tears. The angel opens her arms wide towards it and that's when Mathias loses it.

Curses start by direct contact with the spirits his mind supplies frantically.

Before they can come into contact with each other, the Priest sprays the spirit with holy water. The woman starts melting immediately, her screams sounding hollows. He doesn't react when the angel screams in denial.

Only when he feels his cheek being slapped that he focus his attention back to her. She's speaking- no, screaming at him in a language he doesn't quite understand. He blinks in confusion. She seems very angry at him and he opens his mouth to says something back, but he quickly shuts it down.

He understands why she's acting like that; It's hard for anyone at first. This world is far from Heaven, out of their Lord's grasp, of course she'll end up confused. Saving souls had always been the Lord's duty, so she doesn't understand how much of a lost cause it is. It had been hard for him too, at first. Accepting takes time. She was simply unaware of the danger she put herself in.

Before he can talk to her, she's out the door and he can hear the sound of her feet as she's going down the stairs.

It's better this way, he thinks as he sees from the corner of his eyes the second spirit coming out of the wall of the closet. Possibly attracted by the screaming of his once lover. He's in the same pitiful state than his wife was before she was cleansed by Mercy, with a hole in the head dripping translucent blood.


''Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return. Amen.'' He recites madly as he exorcises the spirit with holy water.

The man's scream of agony can be heard even downstairs, possibly alerting the angel of the demise of another poor soul.

When he's going down the stairs, he immediately sees the angel's hand on the door's knob of the front door. Mathias feels the panic coursing his veins as he runs to her.

His hands grasp firmly her shoulders from behind before he turns her around forcefully, so he can stare into her eyes. Because of their difference in height, he's looming over her, casting a shadow over her entire body. The Priest has a crazy look on his face, a mix between desperation and something else.


''It's okay, your Holiness, it's presumptuous of me to says something like that, but I understand perfectly what you are living through at the moment !''

He begins, with an upside down smile(basically a frown).

''It's perfectly normal for us to feel remorseful towards these poor souls and to seek to save them !''

His hold on her shoulders gets stronger, painful.

''These spirits are now cursed beings and the only thing we can do to save them is to exorcise them. It's for the greater good, in order to prevent them from bringing others in their misery. It's what they would want-

He begins to tear up so he let go of her shoulders, gloved hands covering his entire face to hide the thick tears falling down. His shoulders are trembling and a sob comes out of his lips as he continues;

and what the Lord expects of us.''

He wipes his tears forcefully and looks again at her. He smiles despite his teary eyes and asks her;

''Your Holiness, were you finished with the bathroom? I believe I need a good wash myself to rub the blood off my face.''

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Sat 26 Aug - 13:15



Her eyes looked up at him as his hands were now on her shall shoulders. He towers over her already pretty small frame. He had a crazy looked on his face that made her felt like she wanted to wince but she a frame from doing so. Her eyes looked away from him while he spoke to her. She felt more relaxed around him for some reason did not know.

''It's okay, your Holiness, it's presumptuous of me to says something like that, but I understand perfectly what you are living through at the moment !''


Her small soft hand went to his hand finding touching him with her hand. It was soft and warm as the light that was inside her constantly burn with the passion of the angel need to save humanity. Her eyes were no longer crying as she stares into his. Her eyes were truly beautiful as they were light on the edges and lighter in the middle. A little yellow circle around her pupil cutting off the blood from the black.

"It's perfectly normal for us to feel remorseful towards these poor souls and to seek to save them !''

She watches him frown, but she shakes her head as she removes her hand from him before looking down at them. They lightly glow underneath her skin. She whispers something under her breath with other hand going to her cross around her neck.

"What am I if I am not the angel of mercy herself."

She clutches onto her cross that was the last thing she got from her mother before trying not to cry again thinking of her dead family.

''These spirits are now cursed beings and the only thing we can do to save them is to exorcise them. It's for the greater good, in order to prevent them from bringing others in their misery. It's what they would want-

Her body shakes a little from what the others have done. They have forsaken these souls to become corrupted and knows they could not go to heaven made her feel like a failure to them. It was her job to save these solves, and she could not.

and what the Lord expects of us."

She lets go of her cross and looked back up to see him to had been crying as he wiped the tears from his face.

''Your Holiness, were you finished with the bathroom? I believe I need a good wash myself to rub the blood off my face.''


She nodded her head at him as she responded to him.

"I am done with the bathroom. I am going go lay down. I think I may of overuse my powers once more."


She waited for him to leave before going over to the mattress and laying on it again. The angel did not put the blanket back on her for she feels that she was warm enough as it is. Her eyes closed to not to sleep, but she was deep in her thoughts when something reminded her of that very day.

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"You are mine!

The girl body was shaking, but she felt her cross in her hands being to glow. It was something unheard of as both the demon and the girl seem confused. It built the confident for her to get up from her position and hold the cross out in front of her.

"I am no ones."

The cross light burns the demon which made it jumped back to avoid the light that brushes past the demon. The cross itself was none other than a holy item. It was tying itself to her from the pureness of her heart that she carried with her. She was no sinner and thus the cross had reacted to her pure nature.

"Die demon for the sins that you had committed against my family."

The light from the cross had taken over the demon as it swallows it up in a flash of light with blast her, and the other demon that still pinned the ground. She notice when the light was over that she was now falling to her knee. She was still bleeding out from the wound. The last thing she saw was a white mass standing over her.

"Shh, sleep my pure child. Soon you will awake. Heaven awaits for you."

Her eyes closed for the last time with the last breath escaping her lips for she had died that day. The moment her eyes reopen she was now in heaven with an angel standing in front of her. He was tall with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. It was the angel who saves her before.

"Mercy, you have shown such braveness and courage. The pureness of your heart for who your care is the aspiration of an angel. We wished for you to join us."

He held his hands which she immediately took with excitement which made the older gentlemen laugh at her lightly. A light engulf her as she felt the light enter her body and big beautiful white wings sprout from her back. Her wounds have healed but left a scar as she refuses to let it heal.

"A scar is a reminder of what I fought for."

Was all the new angel said when Michael looked at her confused, He smiled at the girl before leading her into the gates of heaven. It was that day she became the Angel of Mercy.

"Fight harder, Mercy."

Sword clashes each other with sparks flying from both sides. The blonde angel which she learned his name was Arch Angel Micheal. She felt blessed to be chosen from such a high ranking angel. He had taken her to be his apprentice for he saw her becoming an arch angel from her passion to protect God's children.

"Yes, sir."

Mercy was an incredibly learner and had done well learning all she needed from her the elder angel. He found her fascinating at her ability to be so dedicated to her work. He himself had felt tired at times, but she kept going no matter how tired she was. A pure child she is and still is.

"You are doing really well."

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Her eyes were now open with a sigh escaping her lips. She had spotted that the priest was now back downstairs,
but she did not look over at him. Her eyes were glazed over as she looked out the window to see something black fly away from the window. It was a fallen angel that had been spying on them at the moment. The other angel had familiar to her.

"We are not safe here anymore."

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Sun 27 Aug - 14:39




"I am done with the bathroom. I am going go lay down. I think I may of overuse my powers once more."

Mathias clears his throat and nods his head. He wants to ask her about what she did earlier, upstairs, with the spirit, but he isn't sure if he wants to hear it or if she would be ready to tell him, so he drops the subject entirely. He makes his way upstairs but stops mid-way. He looks behind his broad shoulders, throwing a glance in the angel's direction, seemingly wanting to ask her a question, but he hesitates when he sees that she began to make herself comfortable once again on the mattress. Not wanting to disturb her rest, he shrugs it off and his huge frame disappears upstairs.

Now on the upper floor, he makes his way to the bathroom and enters. The door's hinges wince loudly when he closes it behind him, which can have been caused by his harsh entry from earlier. Now inside, Mathias can see that the winged woman had taken off abruptly after the visit from the spirit as the bath is still filled with water. He pulls the plug out and let the water drain before putting it back in when it's emptied completely. He then proceeds to add warm water inside.

As the water is taking its time to fill the tub, he begins to undress. He removes his large coat, hanging it on the door knob when he can't find any hangers. He moves on to his clothes, undoing the buttons of his dark blue shirt before removing it from his shoulders. He folds it neatly before putting it on the toilet's closed lid. Despite having fought Spirits, Demons, and even Vampires earlier, he doesn't have any fresh wound on his chest. However, he has his fair share of scars; His whole upper body is scarred with badly healed cicatrices, all of them seeming coming from serious old wounds. Some of them are surgical but the majority of them are claw marks and bites. On his neck, for example, he has several teeth marks, possibly coming from different Vampires. As he turns his back to the mirror to remove his shoes and pants, the mirror reflects his back where stand out a pretty huge tattoo. The tattoo represents a cross surrounded by large wings made of stone. There are some passages of the Bible written in his lower back, ending right before his ass start. It ends with a wide ''AMEN''. He folds his pants the same way he did to his shirt and places it on top. He settles to put his shoes in front of the bathroom's door, so no water will fall inside of them.

Having removed all his clothes, folded properly his pants and placed his shoes, he enters the bathtub. He sighs contentedly as his skin meets the warm water. His fingers remove his glasses and he places them carefully on top of his clothes. Mathias then let himself sink inside the water and closes his eyes to rest peacefully.

While he's sleeping, the water takes a bloody color.

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When he comes back downstairs, the sun is starting to settle. It's going to be dark soon. Mathias feels suddenly a shiver running through his spine and his hands immediately grab his blades inside his coat. He cracks his neck loudly.


"We are not safe here anymore."

From the windows, he can see something with dark wings fly away. For a second he thinks it's a Succubus, but if it were the case, it wouldn't be flying away or behaving this way. He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

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PostSubject: Re: A not so blissful morning   Sun 27 Aug - 16:27




Mercy had gotten up from the mattress that she was laying on and stood up gracefully. She walked over to him with a light smiled on her face. Her dressed swished around her as she took gentle steps over until she was standing in front of him.

"I suspect a fallen angel has been spying on us."

The angel watched as the sun begin to set in the sky with the colors turning pink and yellow in the sky. Her bangs covered her eyes, but the blue peeks from under the brown bangs. They have darkened when she mentions the fallen ones. She looked down at her sandal cover feet. She shakes her head from the sad thoughts that ran through her head at how many have probably fallen into the darkness.

"They want to corrupt my light."

She looked back up and meet his eyes before her smile got bigger at him as she tried to change the subject. One of her hand rested above her heart. A habit she had picked up long ago because Angel's hearts is where their grace of light was held. The hummed of her grace made her feel more relaxed as the warmth was center around this area the most.

"Ah, before we leave, I think an introduction is in order."

The smile dropped from her face when she went for the cross necklace. It was the holy crossed that Irish people kept with them.  An angel wearing one was really odd to see as they are ones to give them not have them. It was called the Celtic cross. It was many of the Irish people who lived in Boston wore as protection instead of the typical cross that others wore. It was weird that an angel was wearing it, but, she held it closed meaning it must have been some importance to her.

"My name is Mercy. The angel of mercy. Soul collector of those who have passed."

She stopped as her wings closed behind her as she wanted them to fold against her back. They then evaporated behind her to be able to hide them from the humans. It made her looked more human expect the light that hummed around her from those who truly dedicate to God can see. It did not, however, hide her from the fallen angels from seeing the light. She notices that she still had Artemis her gun on her. She tosses it into the air, and it evaporated into feathers that faded when they touch the floor.

"I fallen from heaven because the others refused to help humanity."

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