In hindsight, it was probably the most obvious solution. I was appaled I didn't think of it before. Too much time underground, I guess, even though that still doesn't make sense; Hell has enough large caverns that you never really lose your edge.
Still, I didn't think until that minute of dodging
up, as opposed to, say, side to side. I was fighting like a human, which was probably how she got the advantage on that demon I forgot to suck up before he sunk back to get re-incarnated. There was no doubt in my mind he wasn't going to turn up later.
Floating out of reach of her holy blade, I managed to have a chance to talk diplomacy with this madwoman.
"BITCH!" I admit, not one of my better opening lines. I was rusty, what do you expect from me?
"Shut the fuck up you damned demon! The power of christ compells you!" she screeched, waving the sword about in the air. I cringed, stung. I did notice it wasn't a burning sensation anywhere but my face, though. I tried not to blush.
"That's not how you speak to your betters."
"Better my ass!"
"I..."
"YOU ASSHOLE! GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!"
I blinked. "Be polite, human."
"I'll be fucking polite when you're all fucking dead, you ass-sniffing fucktard!" I had to applaud her use of language there. It's not easy stringing curses like that in french.
I waved a finger at her. "Language. Didn't your pappy ever teach you not to- OUCH!" The bitch bit my finger. She just latched on like a dog. What followed was a maelstrom of flailing, sobbing, begging, and a bit of bloodshed.
Luckily I managed to get a hold on the damn sword, even though she never lost hers. We were face to face, I could feel her hot breath on my face. It smelt like oatmeal, and whatever else she ate for the past week. I always had a very sensitive nose.
"Let go, Demon." She crooned, trying in vain to pry my fingers loose from the silver. "I'll make all the pain end for you. I can do that. Just let go..."
"Let's face it lady. You suck at negotiation." She scowled. "Did you really think I'd just drop this and say 'kill me now'?"
She spat at me. I didn't dare take my hand of the sword to wipe it off, and my other hand was occupied holding hers a safe distance from my eyes. She sniffed, looking haughty and disgusted.
"Don't sniff at me, young lady."
"Young lady?! I'm almost fourty-three!"
"And I'm 6400 years old. You're pretty damn young."
"Why should I trust you?"
"If I was really still a demon, why would I be making smalltalk?"
She thought for a second. "Still?"
"Yeah. I defected. I just want all this to end. I want to be left alone, and not assaulted by little witches like you!" We struggled for the blade a bit.
"Why would you defect if you were a demon?"
"Why not?"
"... That isn't a answer!"
I sighed. During our little conversation both of us had slacked our grip on the blade, and now I let go, confident she wouldn't attack me. For once, I was right.
"I'll... It's a hard topic, and a long story. We'll need more time; something we aren't likely to get in the middle of a burning ruin."
She tied her hair back in a bandanna and said "I know a safehouse, or as safe as we get. But..." She looked at me, grinning evilly. "You may not like the location, Demon."
"They call me Az." I extended a hand, which she shook. But the question remained; Was it safe going with her? Even if she didn't kill me, which I wasn't certain she wouldn't, she may have friends there that would, such as angels. After Peter got his ass whooped thanks to the Crystal, I was certain God would be sending everything he had to stop this debacle, and that meant Gabriel and the other archangels, maybe even a seraph, if he was feeling confident of his own safety.
I didn't want to go anywhere near a Seraph. I'd be decapitated before I could even blink. Still, a safehouse was a good idea...
you have one point to spend.
Blood- 3
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Bone- 1
(Defensive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Flesh- 2
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Ash- 3(no longer capped by Divinity)
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- 0
(How holy you are. 0 is neutral. -10 is demonic. 10 is Archangel level. You may not spend a skill point here. Your actions guide this stat.)
Pure neutral-
You are smack in the middle. Perfectly average in every way except power. Angels and demons will both take your council, though they won't take much stock in it. Count on everyone wanting to sway you.
Consume-
you have the ability to consume souls. Doing so gives you more power, but diminishes your divinity.
David- (ITE< BASED: UNUSABLE)
Goliath lost his stone? If you have it, you can use it!
Solomon- (SKILL BASED: UNUSABLE)
The brain is a muscle, and working it can open new doors to stats and skills!
Natural- (SKILL BASED: UNUSABLE)
Ancient druids boasted the ability to commune with animals. Maybe you can to, with the right secrets?
The Horde- (SKILL AND ITEM BASED: UNUSABLE)
To kill a Behemoth...
tattered White cloak
tattered White robes
Sword (2 foot)(Gold and steel)
Wings: Solid silver. Average width.
Body: Average build. Perfectly normal in every way, including those that would make it un-normal.
Skin: A pale brown, the color of a european farmer's skin
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Topic: GreY -A meeting with God- (Read 10639 times)