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Three realms make up the world as we know it.

Above is the Heavens, pure and warm.

Below is Hell, corrupted and cold.

She was a Deliverer, or an Angel of Death in human myths, that brought the souls to Heaven. She was not the one to judge their life's deeds. For that was the Father's jurisdiction. She just simply released the soul from the body. A simple job really except she was a bit rebellious. She would refuse to release a soul that could be saved from death. Thrice 'twas her reckoning. You see, Angels had one sole belief; the Father had an ultimate plan for all and the Angels were the messengers that executed that plan. To defy one's order was defying the Father. On her third defiance, her wings and powers removed then cast down to Earth.

She was now human. Stranded in a sea of uncertain emotions. As a celestial being of the Heavens, She, along with all other Angels, their emotions were dulled down feelings of joy and love. Their heart did not wadge war with their mind. They did not fight among each other. They loved all, in a detached fashion. Now, she was overwhelmed with the sheer power of fully unleashed emotion. Being cut off so harshly evoked unfamiliar emotions. they shot red-hot through her, so powerful, crashing and colliding with each other. Hate, contempt, betrayal. The emotions wasn't nearly as alarming as the realization that it was towards Heaven. She was cast off and abandoned.

Lost and alone, a demon approached her with a deal. A deal that would restore her former angelic nature to seek out revenge. In return, her soul to the Fallen One. Enlisting her an eternity of servitude.

He was a Retriever. Or a lapdog, hell hound, etc, in human myths. There wasn't a difference of rank to them. All were devils to them. His rank was matter of fact different. Lesser demons lured the pathetic humans with sins into Hell. A cold, icy place. Unlike the fiery pit some believe. He sure wished it was though. He's been cold for far too long. As a Retriever, it was is job to lure in Angels. Bring those Holy snobs down a peg. From time to time an Angel would be cast down and he had to Retrieve them. Simpler said that done though. For you see, he could not just drag them kicking and screaming. He had to get them to agree to go. Wooing them with sweet promises. Bating them into becoming a servant of the Fallen One. His own master. No one really knows One's true purpose in this. Even as His most trusted, he still wasn't in the know of the information. He just knew that he had his role to play.

Demons weren't disobedient per se, more so they just like to bend the rules as much as possible. But one rule would never bee touched: A Demon must bring a willing soul. Blasted free will and such. This particular Demon had a special assignment. Bring down an Angel of Death. Not a single one had ever been captured. But now, he had the chance. One he would never pass up. What demon wouldn't? It would be like an instant promotion with a better office with a better view. And to keep a high rank, one must fight for it. But he had not expected the disposition of this Angel. Her human emotions took over quickly and made her irrational. That just made it easy pickings for himself.

But neither would expect the outcome of their encounter and its outcome. It was supposed to be a simple agreement. But what would happen if they lost themselves in the world of overwhelming sea of emotion.

Skelly

((I'll go ahead and set the setting in my first post.))

Username: Oni-Panda379
Chara Name: Devora Gisteol
Age: Devora was created on the Fourth Day of Creation. Along with her Angel brethren.
Race: Angel
Brief Bio: Devora was one of the beloved Deliverers. She brought souls up to be joined with the heavenly Father and their families. Devora accompanied with her superior. (Of course none is viewed superior in the Father's eyes.) These superior angles, known as the Archangels were just to keep the lower Angels in line. Which was a good thing in Devora's case. Devora would refuse to release a soul that's human life could be save. But far too often did she do this. And now she will pay the price. Heaven wasn't as heavenly and pure as she thought. And now she is to find her revenge. Can she strike a deal for her soul?

Joy. The feeling had many meanings, depending own who felt it, but for old Gene, it meant bringing high and mighty angels down a peg. All that time in heaven made people like them soft and unaware of the reality of the world that their Father created. It was ironic, really. After all the time they spent shunning demons, Gene managed to get them to crawl down to Hell after the other angels and the Father dumped them.

Gene treaded through the forest, a dead fox hanging from his maw. Even demons get hungry! All he had to do was find some wood to make a fire and cook the thing. Suddenly, an odd smell hit his nose. The scent of an angel. He always remembered that smell. He had to, after doing his job for so long. He let the fox fall, then sprinted off to find what might be his next step to a promotion.

Gene had finally come across his target, and from the looks of things, this former angel looked to be pretty crummy about getting kicked from her home in the clouds. He could smell the feelings of hatred and agony that oozed off of her, and they were crack to the Retriever. He LOVED his job. However, something about this girl made him feel like it would be too easy. He didn't like easy. He then sighed, walking out from behind the cover of the trees, approaching the pretty little fallen angel, ready to be instantly ostracized at first. That's how his job worked. Breaking an angel was like peeling an onion; they both took a bit of time to get past a few layers, but it ends up working out well in the long run.

Gene walked into the girl's view, a devil's smirk on his face. His eyes scanned her entire form, and he could see the malice behind that pretty face. "Well, look at you. So angry and harsh. I'd almost mistake you for one of my kind. Sadly, you're no demon. From the vibe I'm getting, you're just REALLY emo." He said, hoping to get under her skin at first. Sometimes, he started out as an a** on the job, then worked his charm on angels. It usually worked, somehow.

Gene let out a chuckle. Of course this little thing wasn't a demon....yet. That's why he was here! "Let me guess; you're pissed at the big guy up there for kicking you out. Am I right?" He asked. "I know I am. It's my job to know this stuff." He added. To be honest, from what he felt off of her, he could tell that she would be too easy to convert. Somewhere along the line, he'd have to use reverse psychology.

Gene retained his wicked smirk. "Suuuuure." He stretched out sarcastically. "I don't know anything. I'm just a dumb monster." He added. He then turned serious. "Look, girl. I may be a demon, but I've worked with your kind long enough to know how Heaven works. You angels sit up there, not a care in the world, but once the big man boots you out, you end up struggling through emotions that both humans and demons are used to. You've been stripped of your powers and forced into a sense of culture shock. You're basically damned already. You have no life outside Heaven. That's how the Father wants it to be when he kicks you out. What greater torture is there than to take away all you know and love, and force you down to the level of something you despise?" He asked.