vyssini Posted September 9, 2015 Share Posted September 9, 2015 An angel had descended on Earth. He roamed the lands of the mortals to find his tear. In the vast lands, would he be able to find it? Or would he lose his ticket back to heaven forever? Or maybe, he would find someone worthy to keep his tear. An angel's tear was a pure white pearl that protects the angel's soul from being tainted. When an angel lose his tear, he became vulnerable to temptation and ended up as a fallen. Duma, was an angel who was also the Prince of Dreams. He was invoked for solicitation of advice and answers to question in dreams. The ritual must be done only on Sunday nights and only for important matters. He was known to humans as an angel with spiky blond hair and shocking green eyes. It wasn't his original appearance though. His actual hair was long blond but it was straight and soft. But today was Sunday. And the mortals' view of him affects his appearance during the blessed hours. It wasn't a typical Sunday where Duma routinely sat on his chamber and listen to mortals' whining and desperate pleas. Today, he was flipping out. He just happened to foolishly lost his tear in the mortal's pond. "A week in Heaven's time. Only until then." His brother Iaoel, Angel of Visions reminded him. His brother could cover for him until then. One minute in Heaven was an hour on Earth. The only solace in his situation was Iaoel narrowing down his search in the Asian continent. At least he didn't have to search the whole planet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted December 30, 2015 Share Posted December 30, 2015 Xing's constitution was a bit strange. As expected of one of the surviving Orinia, offspring of an angel and a demon. Crossbreeds were actually rare. Only one out of a hundred survive birth. One out of a thousand lived to adolescence (17 years old) when they usually stop aging physically while one of ten thousand live during the time of dormancy (17-25 years of age). But after that, they can fully utilize their power. There are two kinds of Orinias depending on what genes are more dominant for that orinia: the black and the white. Black Orinias are dark-skinned who controls hell fire while White Orinias are fair-skinned who controls heavenly fire. Though both can control either hell fire or heavenly fire, the dominance or mastery of control is greatly affected whether they belong to either kind. Their powers compared to a normal angel or demon is weaker but they aren't affected and don't suffer from holy or unholy auras. They can also pick up signals from both angels and demons and can understand their language though they can't speak it. But Xing was different. He didn't belong in either groups. His complexion was pale gray. The original appearance of his wings are also strange. His right wing is feathery, light-colored exuding bright aura while his left wing is more leathery, dark-colored bursting with dark aura. But he could caumoplage both so it looks either angelic or demonic wings depending on his will. He always felt different. Like a Being standing on a tight rope. Someone who didn't belong anywhere. Not Heaven. Not Hell. But, even among Orinias, he was a freak. This caused him endless sorrow and pain but greatly helped his mentality and increased his powers beyond that of a normal crossbreed. He was feared by the Orinias for this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted December 30, 2015 Author Share Posted December 30, 2015 Duma's first time in the mortal's world was awful. He wasn't used to the unclean water and air. He was useless for the first two days. Even though he had been observing the mortals for a very long time, he hadn't anticipated the situation was actually worse in person. He remembered the warning voice of his brother Iaoel like a ticking clock. He felt helpless in his situation. He understand the language thanks to his innate ability but he couldn't speak. That's right. His voice was apparently too much for mortals that his brothers had it sealed... Both for the mortal's sake and as his punishment. But it only raised the bar he had to overcome. There were many other ways to share his will. There's this sign language that he spent an ample amount of time to learn only to discover than not many humans could understand those signs and gestures. There are also electronic gadgets. But he needed money for them but it seems Faith, Heaven's unit of currency was pretty much useless here. Thus, he was left with the traditional way of paper and pen. Though, as the Prince of Dreams, he could also communicate through dreams which was the easiest and most comfortable method but aside from human kids, adults didn't attach any importance to them so it was also meaningless. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted December 30, 2015 Share Posted December 30, 2015 Angels are bunch of strict geezers. Spouting righteousness, discipline and justice in every word. Spreading that holy aura with their noses up high. Once every century, the heaven's gate opens for a short time. Though there are only exactly ten spots for the taking. Orinias are allowed to visit Heaven only twice in their life. But as long as they have not violated any heavenly laws and as long as they follow the regulations set specifically for their kind, they are granted entry. Of course, the places they can visit is limited. Orinias aren't treated with contempt or disdain but with indifference. To him, who just passed a century and exhausted great amounts of time and effort to secure an entry spot and excitedly visited his mother, being treated with cold indifference was worse than being treated as a disgrace or an outcast. Demons are easier to handle. Though they always lie and deceive and would stoop so low to get what they want, they were honest to their desires making them predictable. They value lineage but respect strength. Though his birth mother was questionable and not someone demons are fond of, his father was Asmodeus also referred to as one of the seven princes of Hell. Asmodeus is the demon of lust and is responsible for twisting people's sexual desires. But to him, he was just a handsome owner of a brothel in Purgatory, where fallen angels is forced to work. He felt alienated whenever he went. So he roamed the universe, galaxies after galaxies, planet after planet. Searching for a place he could have a connection with. Some place comfortable enough to call home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted December 30, 2015 Author Share Posted December 30, 2015 Duma was taking a break under the shade of one of the trees in the Hama Rikyu (浜離宮). It was a relatively attractive landscape garden in central Tokyo. It was located alongside Tokyo bay. He enjoyed spending his free time in forests and parks like this one. He can relax a bit more in the embrace of nature rather than the city full of lights, people and smoke. He was intently watching the traditionally-styled garden stands in stark contrast to the skyscrapers. His gaze flickered, and he turned his head, squinting his eyes as he surveyed his back. He couldn't see but he could feel something amiss. The air undulated and there was a sudden gust of wind. With it, carrying a distinct smell, familiar yet not. He couldn't put a finger on it but he became wary. Was it.. them? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted December 30, 2015 Share Posted December 30, 2015 tap-tap-tap Small, hurried, bouncing footsteps echoed on the empty hallways. It was as if someone was running after something. A small child was off to somewhere following a small, snow-white bird. The child was fascinated with the little creature. Its white wings.. It's freedom.. Though the moment he caught it, it will struggle to free itself, breaking its tiny wings in the process. Until, it slowly weakens.. then, die. Just like any other white birds that withered and met its end on the child's hands. It was a five year old half-ling who were destined to fall to his father's side. Back when everything was pure and untainted. When he hadn't awoken to his powers. A memory of the past.. (yawn) With little stretching, Xing woke up, lazily scratched his chin, feeling uncomfortable with the roughness and frowned. He opened his palms up, his nails became longer by three inches. He liked to look neat so he normally didn't allow beard and goatee. But because of the recent struggle after he got found out in Minganyum Galaxy, he didn't have time to spare to tidy his appearance. He looked around the human settlement while scraping off unwanted facial hair with his sharp and pointed nails. High rise buildings. Cars. Towers. Humans in this planet called Earth came a long way but compared to Minganyum, it still was a fledgling. (sighs) He really liked to stay a bit longer in Minganyum if only he wasn't found by the guardians. Those damned idiotic demons! He narrowly escaped their surveillance and came to this small planet. He hated being under their gazes, where each and every movement he made was reported to his father. That was why he was always on the run. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted December 30, 2015 Author Share Posted December 30, 2015 But? Even if they were here, he didn't have to make contact, didn't he? What if they came to do something and he ignored them. But he also can't just approach them or question them since they haven't done anything yet. Duma decided to take a look. "It's not like they're hostile. Right. I'm just taking a walk. Just a walk." He thought to himself as he followed the smell. But he was actually a bit confused, the lingering smell was supposed to be awful even nauseating,but.. it was a bit spicy and sweet(?). But that's impossible! They don't smell sweet. He couldn't understand but there's something wrong with that smell or even the undulation he felt earlier. It shouldn't be that great that even a mortal would feel the wind, unless a being within the hierarchy came. It's really suspicious. He had to check. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted December 30, 2015 Share Posted December 30, 2015 When Xing woke up, he tried to remember his dream but he couldn't. He knew it was a memory of the distant past rather than a dream but he just couldn't remember. It happened all the time when he was staying with his father. A voice, a child's laughter, a name and a pair of beautiful eyes. He could pick up pieces of memories before he start to forget. Whenever he tried to remember more, a prickling pain would come until he passed out. Sometimes, his body would even spasm as he struggle to maintain the memory in his head. In his mind, there was a door. A door that held his most precious memories but it was closed, locked and even chained. It was obviously sealed. He couldn't tell it to anyone even his father, afraid he would be looked at weirdly. Besides, it felt like a secret. A secret only he and a certain being who held the key would know. Something he, Xing, owned. And he wasn't willing to share it. Not to those angels nor those demons nor the Orinias. It was something between him and his special being with a pair beautiful eyes, though he couldn't remember the name. Satisfied with the smoothness of his chin, he smiled. New place. New adventure. "Oh, I'll enjoy this place. ka-ka-ka" A delicious smell? He looked ahead. What was that? It was coming nearer. He crunched his brows and noticed his mismatched wings. "Fuck!" He cursed his carelessness. He was spotted. had to run. "Poof." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted January 8, 2016 Author Share Posted January 8, 2016 "Eh?" He lost them? Duma was sure he hid his scent well. No way those beings could possibly detect him or his presence. He could hardly believe it. But it happened. Somehow, he alerted them and caused them to flee. He couldn't help but worry. Right! He just have to draft a report and send it Up. A flick of his sleeve and a three by one-inch, translucent white feather appeared on his left hand. He pressed it on his forehead and chanted something on Enochian language. A silvery smoke shrouded the feather and it disappeared. If a normal human was to see the scene he would probably assumed that Duma was just wiping his sweat with a hanky for the smoke and the feather wouldn't register on their minds. The wind blew. His shoulder-length hair danced with it. It wasn't as clean and refreshing so Duma decided to hold his breath. Duma looked up the sky with a stiff expression. The past days, he was unable to do anything on his mission. And he couldn't be bothered by every little thing. This is a mortal world. Dangers and darkness were lurking in every street corner. Duma didn't have that much free time. But he unconsciously took note of that distinct scent committing it to his memory. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted January 13, 2016 Share Posted January 13, 2016 With his wings and nails retracted, he perched up a tree branch several meters away from the angel. Yes! An angel! He was sure the gorgeous hot stud with that straight, shiny blond hair was such. It wasn't his first time to meet one. He was lucky he was a half who could pick up signals from both sides or he'd be screwed by now. You have to remember it was very rare for angels to descend to mortal worlds unless they have missions to do. And to be so unlucky to encounter one just as his portal opened up was truly unbelievable. Or was he? He doubled the look over. There was unexplainable feeling as the sweet scent wafted his senses. Though he couldn't see the angel's face as the other had his back at him, he was convinced he was pretty good looking. All of them were. But he never felt compelled to their scent. Though this particular angel was different. It was a first! The scent was amazingly enticing; beckoning him to come closer and have a taste. As the wind blew and the sunlight struck that beautiful hair, it created a mirage of one of the most coveted, shiny treasures in his father's chamber. Xing's eyes glittered in excitement. He played with both males and females before. Be it humans, demons or fallen but never he had tasted an angel's essence. Of course, the values of those white-winged Beings were the main reason. Though there's always the fact that his first impression of them was too high up in the air that he didn't really care about forging a friendly relation with them, not even his own mother. But his blonde angel with his sweet marshmallowy scent was an exception. Yup. He already considered him his. He licked his lips in anticipation, his eyes had that wistful and naughty look as he directed his gaze at the angel like a predator eyeing a prey with a nice piece of ass. "Oh, my sweet deary.. You'll be mine. I look forward to having you beneath me, writhing in pleasure. Ai-yah." He was enthralled! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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