Wings of Wrath

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 13:56:22 -0500

I’m an angel, you ass. I don’t have a soul to sell.

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:11:05 -0500

I’m an angel, you ass. I don’t have a soul to sell.

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Fri, 04 Nov 2011 16:12:06 -0400

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Fri, 04 Nov 2011 08:08:06 -0400

Hickory Dickory Dock.

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 04:21:07 -0400

jesseturnerxantichrist:

wingsofwrath:

The Leviathan swiveled his head to grin toothily at the halfling on the stairs, rocking up onto his toes in anticipation. He could feel the boy’s tension as he descended the stairs, like a white-hot spring coiled too tight. And yet he still pulled the tough-guy routine? The Leviathan giggled gleefully, biting his lip hard to contain it as he threw the Antichrist a jerky shrug.

“Ah, well, you know how I am with first impressions,” the Leviathan squinted one blue eye shut in an awful attempt at a wink, snapping his fingers with a loud click that was muffled by the layers of dust blanketing was probably used to be the living room. ”I like to be—hah—fashionably late. Keep the anticipation going, hmmm? And oh, how I can smell your anticipation….” The Leviathan’s forked tongue darted out to lick his lips, teeth flashing sharp for a moment.

With a mock blink of surprise, the Leviathan seemed to take in the room for the first time, his eyes skittering about the room like an expectant child. ”What, no back-up? No cavalry coming to save the little Antichrist? Or are you reeeaaally so vain to think you can take me down all by your lonesome?” The Leviathan advanced a step, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue scornfully. ”Really, I expected more of a show out of you.”

“Ah, right. First impressions. Wasn’t aware things like you really cared about that kinda stuff. It’s cute.” His tone was dripping with sarcasm, really not comfortable with being so close to the Leviathan, even if they were far apart. Being in the same room was enough to make him the uneasiest person on the planet. It took everything in him not to jerk in surprise at the snap of the fingers. He narrowed his gaze and his head tilted a bit.

“Anticipation? Yeah, not possible when you’re completely predictable.” Jesse casually brushed away dusts from the railing of the staircase. “So try something else. If you don’t eat me, you’ll bore me to death.” He was digging his own grave. He was sure of it, but at least he’d go down with a fight. So screw it. He looked back in time to see the fork tongue and one eye twitched. “Really?” He asked with a shake of the head. “Oooh, scary.”

Again his gaze narrowed, and instead of backing down, he took a step closer, huffing out a laugh. “Do you really think I would bring others to my battle? It’s not like I would need the help to take you down.” He grinned, shrugging lightly. “Hey now. Assuming that I’m not about to make a show out of this is a dick move. You’re making an ass out of us both and you assume that you’ll win.”

The Leviathan cocked his head to the side, brows furrowing incredulously. ”My, you are a feisty one, ain’t ya?” He tossed the halfling a vicious grin, teeth clicking sharply. ”Feisty, but in waaay over your head, m’fraid.” He opted to ignore the bravado of sarcasm, instead pouting sympathetically at the boy. The kid had so much potential. He could feel it radiating even from this distance. No match for his power, naturally…but all the same, such promise. Such waste.

“Now now, you’ve wounded me, Jesse! What calls for all the harsh words?” the Leviathan clutched at his heart, feigning indignant. ”You should learn to respect your elders, ya know. It’s might keep ya out of trouble one day, after all! Hah!” He jerked his head back with a harsh bark of laughter suddenly, arms swinging back and forth like an overgrown, deranged toddler. Oh yes, this Antichrist was more fun to play with than anyone he’d had all week. It’d be a shame to lose him, honestly. He may be a waste of talent, but he certainly wasn’t a waste of entertainment value. The Leviathan chewed on his cheek idly as he studied the halfling, either oblivious to or simply ignoring the blood that well in his mouth and dribbled out the corner of his lips. Maybe he could lighten up on the killing this time ‘round, keep him as a pet….

The monster raised an eyebrow, however, when the half-demon surprised him by taking a step forward. This smile only faded for the barest second, though, because a moment later realization lit up his eyes like Christmas, and his violent grin popped right back into place. ”Oooh… I get it. You just don’t want to drag anyone down with you when ya bite it, is that it? Heroic to the end—a man after my very own heart!” The Leviathan’s cheer beam twisted cruel, and he leaned in thoughtfully. ”Or maybe… nobody cared enough about the Antichrist to show up in the first place? What with you draggin’ demons and disaster everywhere you go and all….” The Leviathan clapped Jesse on the shoulder in mock consolation, a bit harder than strictly necessary. ”Really, could you blame ‘em?”

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Fri, 04 Nov 2011 03:13:01 -0400

Hickory Dickory Dock.

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 03:08:06 -0400

jesseturnerxantichrist:

wingsofwrath:

Earth was, to the Leviathan, disappointing boring nowadays. Really, he’d expected an uprising, a grand plot… something to challenge his rule of havoc since he and his brothers and sisters had overpowered that stingy angel. Oh, he’d pulled out all the stops. Burning cities, boiling waters, tragic massacres… the works! And yet, nothing. No fights, no dramatic showdowns… everything was so very dull.

Oho~ but not the halfling. Not the ever-heroic Jesse Turner. He never failed to squirm under his threats, never hesitated to bite back at every taunt. Could anyone really blame him for being entertained by the kid?

That being said, it really was about time he paid the halfling a visit. His month was looong overdue, and hey, he wasn’t past a little cheap entertainment.

Closing his eyes briefly to find the scent of the boy, the Leviathan opened his eyes to find himself somewhere in the southern hemisphere, judging by the direction he felt the tide tug persistently in the back of his mind. Yes, definitely somewhere in the south and east… Australia, maybe? It beat him as to why the Antichrist would choose Australia to spend his last days—let alone in the ruins of some decrepit house, by the looks of it—but to each his own, eh?

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” the Leviathan called out in a sing-song, bearing a feral grin. He couldn’t see the kid, but he smelled him all over the place, all with that delicious little tang of fear. He really was curious what a bite of Antichrist would taste like (bitter, maybe? Or just ashy, like petty demons?), but he’d miss the kiddo’s spark. In a world with no apparent sense of humor at alllll, the halfling certainly had a way of livening the party.

Everyone had their ticker; that moment when the clock stops ticking and the story ends. Jesse was no exception, especially being the Anti Christ. He was, to be honest, surprised he had survived this long. He’d fought against countless demons, including himself, he stood up against Michael, the Archangel, and left alive. The Leviathan was nothing compared to that. But he couldn’t deny the fear that ate at him.

He couldn’t help himself; he was still human. He was afraid of death, just as anyone else was. He didn’t know where he would end up —- or if he’d end up anywhere after being eaten by the Leviathan. Being who he was, he played it tough, pretended as if it didn’t phase him. He was being strong for everyone else around him. It would be the last time he’d be able to be so, he knew this. There was no way he knew of to take out a creature that had been locked away in Purgatory since the beginning of time. He wasn’t going to win and he knew it.

So he did what he thought best; he hid a box away in Bela’s room, planting a memory of it so that she would find it after he died. That way she, and anyone else who wished, would know what had happened to him. The memory would only be triggered if he died. He couldn’t say goodbye to her. He couldn’t find the strength, and he knew it was pathetic, running from it. If there was no last goodbye, then there was a chance they’d see each other again.

It was what he held onto. It kept him going.

So he was gone. He left to Australia; his old him. The place he’d taken refuge time and time again. First, as a child. Times after that, and when he’d lost control of himself, he had woken her. It seemed right that this would be where his last days would be spent. Everything had been fine — no one was going to find him. But then something changed. The atmosphere changed.

And then he heard his voice.

Jesse was upstairs in the room that had been his, sitting on a dusty bed when he heard the voice. He snapped into attention, face draining of color. How had he been found? His mouth had dried and swallowing was hard, but he managed. After a silent moment, he stood up and dusted himself off, casually making way downstairs. “It’s about time your ugly ass showed up,” he commented as he walked down the stairs, tense and on defense. “I was wondering if you’d leave me hanging. ‘S not nice. Do you know what the neighbors would say?” His smirk was dry and dark.

The Leviathan swiveled his head to grin toothily at the halfling on the stairs, rocking up onto his toes in anticipation. He could feel the boy’s tension as he descended the stairs, like a white-hot spring coiled too tight. And yet he still pulled the tough-guy routine? The Leviathan giggled gleefully, biting his lip hard to contain it as he threw the Antichrist a jerky shrug.

“Ah, well, you know how I am with first impressions,” the Leviathan squinted one blue eye shut in an awful attempt at a wink, snapping his fingers with a loud click that was muffled by the layers of dust blanketing was probably used to be the living room. ”I like to be—hah—fashionably late. Keep the anticipation going, hmmm? And oh, how I can smell your anticipation….” The Leviathan’s forked tongue darted out to lick his lips, teeth flashing sharp for a moment.

With a mock blink of surprise, the Leviathan seemed to take in the room for the first time, his eyes skittering about the room like an expectant child. ”What, no back-up? No cavalry coming to save the little Antichrist? Or are you reeeaaally so vain to think you can take me down all by your lonesome?” The Leviathan advanced a step, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue scornfully. ”Really, I expected more of a show out of you.”

Hickory Dickory Dock.

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 02:16:56 -0400

Earth was, to the Leviathan, disappointing boring nowadays. Really, he’d expected an uprising, a grand plot… something to challenge his rule of havoc since he and his brothers and sisters had overpowered that stingy angel. Oh, he’d pulled out all the stops. Burning cities, boiling waters, tragic massacres… the works! And yet, nothing. No fights, no dramatic showdowns… everything was so very dull.

Oho~ but not the halfling. Not the ever-heroic Jesse Turner. He never failed to squirm under his threats, never hesitated to bite back at every taunt. Could anyone really blame him for being entertained by the kid?

That being said, it really was about time he paid the halfling a visit. His month was looong overdue, and hey, he wasn’t past a little cheap entertainment.

Closing his eyes briefly to find the scent of the boy, the Leviathan opened his eyes to find himself somewhere in the southern hemisphere, judging by the direction he felt the tide tug persistently in the back of his mind. Yes, definitely somewhere in the south and east… Australia, maybe? It beat him as to why the Antichrist would choose Australia to spend his last days—let alone in the ruins of some decrepit house, by the looks of it—but to each his own, eh?

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” the Leviathan called out in a sing-song, bearing a feral grin. He couldn’t see the kid, but he smelled him all over the place, all with that delicious little tang of fear. He really was curious what a bite of Antichrist would taste like (bitter, maybe? Or just ashy, like petty demons?), but he’d miss the kiddo’s spark. In a world with no apparent sense of humor at alllll, the halfling certainly had a way of livening the party.

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 02:13:04 -0400

...I spoke too soon.

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:37:46 -0400

tothehighestbidder:

Problem?

Time's up, halfling.

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 21:16:15 -0400

You really think you could hide from me? Cute effort, boy-o, but no dice.

Now, why don’t you come on out and face me like a man? That is what you hero-types go for, right? Honor, valiance, all that jaaazz?

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Thu, 03 Nov 2011 21:04:15 -0400

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 20:43:32 -0400

Whelp, I never claimed to be a timely individual.

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 20:43:01 -0400

But I think a trip to see my favorite little halfling is looong overdue.