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Erin let out a strangled scream as the other pushed in. It hurt, and it hurt a lot. Erin couldn't even imagine how much it probably will hurt once the other was fully in and started thrusting. The half-demon started to renew his struggles again, trying to push Arish off with his now talon-like fingers digging into the dark eyed teen's shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Maybe he should have listened to his earlier instincts and tried to make a run for it while he had the chance.

[Teesie]

As the talons sighed into the angel's flesh he let out a loud hiss before quickly thrusting his full length into the other. His body was pulling out from the other in hurry before slamming back into the tight body beneath him. "Ahh god your tight...Erin yous till love me, right?" Arish teased looking into the green eyes of his use-to-be lover.

 

Grabbing a hold of the other's nipples he leaned to whisper in the half demon's ear. "You are going to enjoy it no matter how hard you fight it...because your a dirtly whore demon." Yet again thrusting roughly into the small brunette. Lowering his head, small kisses being delivered to the chest of Erin's.

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Erin let out another scream as the taller pumped in and out of him, it felt like was being split in two. It hurt, it hurt so much. Was he bleeding? He wasn't sure, but it felt like he was. Tears pored down his cheeks, and his loud sobs and screams made his throat hurt as well. Everything hurt.

 

"Ahh god your tight...Erin you still love me, right?"

 

Erin answered that with another sob, talons digging deeper in Arish's flesh. He was unable to say anything...but he still did love the coal eyed angel, but that love was being smashed, and destroyed. Soon the half-demon would feel nothing but the sting of betrayal form the other.

 

"You are going to enjoy it no matter how hard you fight it...because your a dirty whore demon."

 

The feelings were conflicting as Arish both hurt and pleasured Erin. It made him both moan and scream at the same time. He felt disgusting as he leaned slightly into the half-angel's touch. Suddenly, as the other roughly thrust into him, the half-demon saw stars, and let out a loud moan as pleasure shot up his spine. What was that? Erin had no idea, but it only made him feel more disgusting.

[Teesie]

Arish smiled as sobs raked through Erin's body. The brunette was still so beautiful, even more when crying but the angel wouldn't dare admit it. Adjusting and shifting his direction inside the tight entrance that he was pounding into Arish continued his actions. At a particular thrust the smaller, petit younger teen let out a loud moan. One moan that snatched a smile from the dark haired male's lip.

 

"Oh you like that...that area right....here." The angel teased thrusting forward into that spot again, striking the bundle of nerves at the word 'here.' All Arish knew was that this was excruciating pleasure and he had wished he would have fucked the other before now. "Erin...at least your good at something. Your good enough for a fuck." His dripping member once again assaulting the brunette's prostate. Moaning loudly the angel stopped his thrusts before pulling away. Dropping swollen cock being pulled out of the now stretched passage the dark haired teen looked to his ex boyfriend. "Make me finish Erin...now!" His demand wasn't lightly.

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Erin, through the pain of before, didn't even realize he had gotten hard. That is until he came when Arish stuck his prostate one last time, and he came, and came hard with one last loud moan passing his lips. He sat there in a daze for a moment, the half-angel's words barely registering in his ears. He suddenly snapped back to reality once the threat behind the other's words settled in. The half-demon whimpered pitifully, and looked up at the other with a broken expression before compiling to Arish's demands. Erin took the other in his mouth again for the second time that night, and started to suck harder than he had before. He hoped this would be over with soon...Erin just felt disgusting, filthy...like a common whore. A filthy, demon whore.

[Teesie]

Moaning loudly the angel snacked his hands into the brown locks of hair and bit his lips before his back arches lightly. Ropes and ropes of cum began to shoot into the other's mouth as he came suddenly. Deciding to push his luck, Arish slide more into the demon's mouth his cock successfly sliding down the tight passage of the brunette's throat.

 

"God...ah Erin!" At the point of his height all memories of what was happening slipped his mind, this was his first time to ever do this. Erin was his lover at one point and he would never cheat on the smaller teen. It was now all over, pulling his dripping length from the demon's mouth. Cum smearing onto the smaller's lip. Laughing a little the man shook his head. "My you were really good at that."

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Erin coughed, and choked on the cum, shivering slightly. Erin looked up at Arish again, the brunette's demonic features slowly retracted and disappeared, focus somewhat returning to the smaller teen. All that was left that pointed to his demonic nature were, again, his unnatural teeth, ears and eyes. The half-demon looked into the coal eyes of his former lover and whispered one word, "...hypocrite." Then the half-demon promptly passed out, whether it by shock or exhaustion he didn't know, but he glad it was finally over. His nightmare was over.

[Teesie]

The angel stared to the eyes of the demon smirking lightly at what he had done. It had all felt extremely wonderful and he wouldn't take it back even if he had a chance. Well at least the other could be happy that he was ateast his first right....a demonic trash having sex with someone as pure as himself. Thought what the other said next caught the male off guard.

 

"...hypocrite."[/Quote]

 

Everything slowed to slow motion. The coal eyes widened dramatically as he knew the hidden message in that one word. Gritting his teeth Arish watched as the other fell unconscious before bawling up his fist and striking the other. "How dare he talks about my sister! How dare he!" The darker haired teen sneered puching the teen once again.

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Erin was numb, though he did feel a dull pain as he was punched. He didn't even feel his own nose break with a slight crunch as Arish landed his second punch with extreme accuracy. His eyes were to heavy to open, and mouth to tired to form words. He faintly heard his ex-lover's angery voice, but it was drowned out by a faint, but much louder voice, that Erin felt like he had heard before, but just couldn't place.

 

Praesent... a foreign voice whispered in the back of his head. Erin couldn't recognize the language, but he felt as if he heard it before.

[Teesie]

Grabbing a vase from the end table the angel burst it before holding onto a shard. Placing the broken glass to the other's left eye he sliced it before trailing his hands down further, the blood leaking from the cut flesh as well as a trail being led from Arish pulling the shard lower. This last cut would be vital. Yes he had loved Erin, but that love was broken now. It was all a thing of the past. Playing with the broken vase against the other's neck he lifted his hand to stab.....abundant amount of red substance dripping to the white sofa below.

 

--TIME SKIP--

 

The angel now lay in the bed thinking of his past life...how his sister had been raped and killed by her own son. How the demonic child was tooken from the family and the night he had raped the one he once loved. It was all memories...ones that weren't important anymore. The dark haired half angel was now a honorable hunter. One that was now as legendary as his father. There was not one hunt that the boy couldn't get done.

 

Life was lonely at times, but as humans always say.....there was someone for everyone.. Killing Erin was the most regret he had ever felt for slaying a demon, but that's because he had found out that he had still loved the other. After years the feeling had faded though....there was no way he wanted to be with a filthy demon.

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Name: Jackal B.

Age: 23

Orientation: Homosexual

 

The Neutral Zone sure had it's fair share its odd and mysterious characters, and one of the odder ones was a man by the name of Jackal B. His jovial, and childish by nature, yet some how cut off and almost lonely at times; a living contradiction he seemed. The half-demon man was nice enough, but his reputation is what made him rather infamous. Jackal B. ran supply store that sold just about everything, and anything, both legal and illegal. How he obtained these things? Well...a good Conman never reveals his secrets. But no only that, but he always had the dirt, the juicey details, about, almost every little going on in both The Neutral Zone, and The Demon Zone. And he'd give it to you...for a price.

 

Jackal B. sat in his office, leaning back in his chair, and his feet proped up on his desk in quite an unprofessional manner. In his hands was a file, in which he was flipping threw. A string of murders have been going on, and so soon after the Demoni fell. Bad things equaled good profit, though. Once he compiled enough decent, and logical information he could probably sell it at a high price to the Hunters Organization. Sure, good old B., didn't really like the Hunters and how they did things, but a profit is always a profit, no matter where it came from. At least that's what his mentor told him before his sudden passing two years ago. The man sighed, the older demon was like the father he never had, and the conman sorely missed him. The cat-eyed half-demon sat up suddenly, and closed the file, and a grin broke out across his face. Bring on the suckers!

[Teesie]

Arish was now heading to the Neutral Zone, a misson had been giving to him on a strange fellow that resigned here. Information had perhaps been confiscated and tooken to give to other sources, albeit there was no details of the angels. The hunter organization felt threaten even though. The man behind this act was going by the name of Jackal B. The dark haired angels mission was to gain information on the man, and if he was to have suspicon....slay him. The members at least wanted to find out about the man before he was killed, to know the other's real name and his background. The hunters hardly believed that Jackal B. was the other's real name. It must have been an alias.

 

Pulling his coat closer to his body the male was trailing down the street coal eyes glancing around for the shop that the other was suppose to run. Was it a pawn shop...or....? Seeing a male with a patch over his eye leave with a file of documents in his hand Arish narrowed his eyes. So it seems that he had found it.

 

Watching the man closely as he walke down the street he glanced at the picture of the brunette in which he was to hunt. That guy didn't match....though he could tell that by the man having absolutely no hair. He was just a mere customer, but from what realm. Arish knew the male wasn't an angel, he knew all of those. Maybe the man lived here....in the neutral realm....disgusting.

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Jackal B. counted his cash, he just sold some of the information he had on the Human Zone. He had a great deal of information on that actually, a whole filing cabinet drawer full. It was one of his best sellers among Demons. He never asked what they did with it, the half-demon could care less really. He never had anything against humans per-say, but a lot of the humanzoners either saw the world through rose tinted glasses, or couldn't see past their own nose. Just as the man stowed away his cash he heard the tell tale tinkle of his shop's bell in the front room. More customers.

 

The brown haired man rose to his full height, a good six or so feet, and situated his favorite hat, a grey fedora, on top of his messy hair. Jackal B. made sure to tilt the hat forward a bit so the shadows covered his eyes. He found that it looked more mysterious and intimidating, and intimidation did one good in this kind of business. He picked up the file he was fooling around with and tucked it away between his suit, and his dress shirt. He didn't want someone nasty getting a hold of this information...or did he? Or maybe is was the fact he could smell the sent of and angel, or at least partial angel. Oooh, gutsy~.

 

He stepped out into his front room, grinning like the Cheshire cat, fangs and all. "Why hello~. What can I interest you in here at my humble little shop?" The conman said in a teasing tone.

[Teesie]

Picking up the files that now lay on the cold concerted sidewalk. The half angel look to the bald man, the one that be adjust attacked. Opening the succulent he schemed through a fair amount of the information. So it seems that the other was giving out files on human as well....Does this man not know that he is in dangerous waters. There is no way that this absurd being know that the hunter organization has him in their radar. Jackal B...Hm~

 

Deciding that going into the store would be a good idea the angel trailed in, his coal eyes trailing around the small shop seeing strange antiques to weird weapons. "What is this place?" The dark haired male questioned lowly as he also noticed small decorations. Could it be a pawn shop, but ... maybe Jackal B. was in an organization of his own. A well paid agent to do what he could get killed over.

 

Why hello~. What can I interest you in here at my humble little shop?"[/Quote]

 

Frowning Arish narrowed his eyes at the smaller before placing the files he had stolen onto the counter. "What illegal shit do you do here?"

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"What illegal shit do you do here?"

 

Jackal B. blinked at the slightly taller man before giving a smirk. "A little forward, aren't you, dear? We just met," He chuckled, looking the hunter over. Not bad, but too much like someone else he knew for comfort. The half-demon gingerly flipped through the file, and laughed. He just sold this and now he had it back, for free. That was beautiful, he wondered if the little hunter knew he had actually helped him out a bit. He's put it back later once he got rid of this pesky look-a-like.

 

"And as for your question, a lot, but I bet you all ready knew that, Mr. Angel," The conman smirked again, leaning forward on his fist, "Or else they wouldn't have sent you, am I right?" Anyone who knew him knew that Jackal B. loved to poke and prod at people by either annoying them or unnerving them.

[Teesie]

Just staring the other in the face he placed a hand on the file that he had just sat at the counter. "I believe that these now belong to me. I did, however, get them myself. I was wondering do you have any information on the hunter organization, maybe we could do a .... trade." Raising an eyebrow at the brunette.

 

The man was sure a cocky fellow...the half angel could tell that, but it didn't bother seeing as he was use to it. The dark haired male himself was sort of like that in a way, not wanting to be outsmarted by another he learned to not let them bother him too much. Once one was angry they became unfocused and could be quite absurd and give the other exactly what they wanted. "So...Jackal B. You really have a reputation in the Neutral Realm...how long have you been resigning here. I'm afraid I haven't seen you around." It wasn't as if the man knew he lived here or not, he could lie to make it seem as if he was also a resident.

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Jackal B. chuckled slightly again, so the little angel was trying to trick him? Judging by the way he dressed, and his sent he could immediately tell he wasn't from around here. Plus the term Relem was a Human Zone thing. One should do their reseach better before going into a lie like this.

 

"Pfft, you can keep it, it's not worth Hunter Orginization info. It's just basic layouts, and hidden entrances, not worth much, really, compaired to the other shit I have compiled on the Human Zone. Also, your acting sucks, plus you smell too pure to be from around here," Jackal B. stated bluntly, "So are we gonna cut to the chase or not?" The conman liked to fool around with others, but didn't appreciate others trying to fool him. He frowned slightly, observing the other. Something about the dark haired man rubbed him the wrong way.

[Teesie]

Arian glared to the male in front of him. The man didn't exactly speak with much respect, but what caught most his attention was what the other had said.

 

"Pfft, you can keep it, it's not worth Hunter Orginization info. It's just basic layouts, and hidden entrances, not worth much, really, compared to the other shit I have compiled on the Human Zone-"[/Quote]

 

The rest wasn't very important...so it seemed that the threat was real. "I can see that you don't like to be played around with, neither do I. If you respect me I will do the same...we could work this out easily or just dance around each other all day. I want all the information you have on the hunter organization..." If Jackal B. was a good source of information they could possible use him, but he'd highly doubt the hunters would want the strange individual.

 

"You reek of demon...are you perhaps a descendant?" There was only two ways one could smell this way. If one had intercourse with a demonic being, or was of relative. After the dark haired angel raped his now dead ex boyfriend it took him weeks to remove the stench of the other from his flesh.

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"You're right, I don't like to be played. I will get you what you want, but then you have to go. I can't explain it but you're makin' me quite uncomfortable," The half demon sighed. Jackal B. was sick of fooling around, he wasn't getting his desired effects so it had gotten boring. He swiftly left the room and went back to his office. It took some digging but je found the Hunter file.

 

He came back and dropped it on the counter. It wasn't very thick, Jackal B. made it a point no to dive too deep innto the Hunters Organization too much. He may cocky, and a bit crazy, but not suicidal.

 

"You reek of demon...are you perhaps a descendant?

 

"That's a little rude...but yeah, I'm a half demon," He muttered loking away from the hunter. He unconsciously rubbed the front of his throat. It looked like someone tried to stab him there at some point, but the scar was faint, and quite old. It was hard to see at some points because of both his suit and tanned skin. He had a similar one across his left eye, but that was shielded from view by the shadows of his hat. Those were just some bad memories now, though.

[Teesie]

The half angel looked to the file to see that it wasn't very big. So it seems as if the man had just started filing information on the hunter orginization, Arish was unaware of the other not wanting to delve any deeper into the hunter's society. "I see...I'm making you uncomfortable." Grabbing onto the documents of both files, taking back the one that he had stolen from another customer as well.

 

"How much?" The coal eyes studying the other's movements as the brunette slowly ran his tanned hand along his throat. Taking a step forward the angel smirked leaning onto the counter. "Or maybe for me being a good customer your willing to give it to me for free, or what about the fact that it is my birthday." That last statement was no lie, it was the half-angel's birthday. The black haired man thought that maybe this was the reason he had been given an S rank mission. Mr. jackal B. sure was a threat to the hunter organization.

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"I never give away anything for free," Jackal B. said bluntly, "but I will give you a discount, mister....what was your name again?" Inside the other was panicing, the was no fucking way. What were the odds? The conman knew how to keep a descent poker face, though, so none of his panic bled threw. He knew there was a reason he felt uncomfortable around the hunter.

 

"Also, I throw a little info I got myself. I was planning on selling it tp the hunters in the first place," Jackal B. said, taking out the file he had hidden on him. This file was a bit bigger than the other, mostly full of witness description and testimonies, crime scene photes, and sketches of the murder. "The next big thing since the Demoni here in the Neutral Zone. You can look, that's all I'm giving ya, unless you're willing to pay alittle bit extra," he explained, a conman until the very end.

[Teesie]

"I never give away anything for free, but I will give you a discount, mister....what was your name again?"[/Quote]

 

The half angel just stared to the other male for a while not knowing what he should say. He most certainly couldn't give the other his real name, maybe the male was an expert hacker and could sell information on him; although it's not like someone would actually try him. Seeing as in he was a hunter possible they'd be scared ... though who was the dark haired male kidding, demon's wasn't scared of the organization. When Arish was about to speak Jackal B. once again started to speak.

 

"Also, I throw a little info I got myself. I was planning on selling it to the hunters in the first place, the next big thing since the Demoni here in the Neutral Zone. You can look, that's all I'm giving ya, unless you're willing to pay alittle bit extra." [/Quote]

 

What did this strange individual know about the demoni, he was sure messing around in very serious information. If the rulers of the realm knew anything about this man they would for sure kill the brunette, but the angel could say he hadn't notice strange changes to the realms himself. There was something defiantly going on.

 

"You should be more careful, I'm pretty sure your being targeted. Why exactly will you hand this document to me to look at....Do you think I'm a hunter?" The black haired male asked his eyes narrowing slightly.

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"Me, targeted, now that's old news. The only reason they don't kill me is because I don't discriminate who I sell too. Also, I know you're a hunter because they were stupid enough to send someone with Angel blood around these parts. There's a differnce between the smell of a half-fallen and half-angel ya know," Jackal B. smirked slightly at the taller. God, Jackal B. was definitely going out for a drink or two after this, this guy was stressing him out with his mere presses. It didn't show though, he was a conman, and a wonderful actor by extension.

 

"Gonna tell me your name yet, love, or are you going to keep me wonderin' all night," He asked, but then internally slapped himself for his slip up. Love was an old nickname after all. He pulled his hat a little lower over his eyes, and scar. Fuck, make that double on the drinks.

[Teesie]

"Hmph, you have a way with stereotypes don't you. Perhaps I am half-angel, but it doesn't automatically place me as a hunter. Though once again, as it may be old news ...the hunter organization is their own group. Whether you don't discriminate or not....they will kill you if you keep placing your nose into business that has nothing to do with you." Slowly fixing the collar of his shirt.

 

"Gonna tell me your name yet, love, or are you going to keep me wonderin' all night?"[/Quote]

 

Arish looked to the brave but strange individual and smiled a little. "Haven't you been taught that it's rude to ask for another's name if you don't give your own ... Jackal B." Raising an eyebrow to the other keeping the wide smirk.

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"Pfft, you saw how much information was in that folder, their business is not my business, and I try not to get to much into their shit. I don't need them on my ass too," Jackal B. said, rolling his eyes at the other. He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment that the other didn't catch his slip, probably doesn't suspect a thing, really. The dead are supposed to stay dead after all.

 

"Though," He picked up the thicker file, "This is my business. One, because it's happenin' here, in my home, and two, one of my good friends was killed by this sick fuck a month ago. I know you guys don't care much for the people livin' here in the Neutral Zone, but, as my evidence shows, who ever the fuck this is going to strike the Human Zone eventually. As much as I don't like how closed minded they are I personally don't want anymore people to die because of this guy." Jackal B. hated funerals, they were sad and dreary, and frankly depressing. He actually just went to the one for his murdered friend two weeks ago. That man was one of his first friends in the Neutral Zone, and he considered him his best friend. His death is what made Jackal B. want to compile as much information on the murderer as possible, to get the fucker slayed. It was pretty much revenge motivated, but Alex was the first person in years Jackal B. had wanted to open up to, to be truthful with. He was avenging him, not matter what, even if he gets targeted and killed himself. He may be a conman, but he was a loyal friend.

 

"Haven't you been taught that it's rude to ask for another's name if you don't give your own ... Jackal B."

 

"But you do have my name, it's Jackal B.," He replied quickly, glaring at the other's smirk. "But," He added with a sarcastic tone in his voice, "maybe if you search your heart you'll find the answer." It was a risk maneuver, but the conman wanted the other to either prove or disprove his suspicions on the coal eyed angel's identity all ready.