The Third Insangel (WIP)

Names: Theodora 'Comatose' Leon (Human), Wyrrn (Demon), Aryian (Angel)

Ages: 17 (Comatose), 15,000-20,000 (Wyrrn), Unknown (Aryian)

Abilities: Electrical Matter Adaptation/Absorbsion (Comatose), Anti-Matter/Supernatural Conjuration and Control (Wyrrn), Light/Holy Weaponry Mastery (Aryia)

Personalities: Shy, the 'suffer in silence' type, Comatose, or 'Coma' tends to laspe into frequent bouts of unconsciousness, where the others take over, too meek to speak up about it. (Comatose), Arrogant, bitchy, cruel, masochistic, sadistic but dreadfully forgetful, (Wyrrn), Calm, attentive, analytical and just (Ayrian).

Race: Insangel; The Insangel is one third angel, one third demon and one third human/animal/earth dwelling mortal being, though usually human. It is the concept of an angel succumbing to Earthly things, but not losing divinity. Through fusing with an earthly being, it becomes merged with also the demons that Earthly things possess. It becomes a mix of all 3 and becomes completely insane, thus becoming the Insangel.


When she was young, Theodora grew up in an orphanage where the slightest misdemeanor would get you the belt. Their motto was 'It's much better for a child to be seen, rather than heard.' Like most of the children there, under the watch of the cruel Madame LeGren, Theodora grew extremely quiet, often mumbling things to herself about how life wasn't fair, how this had to be stopped. An avid reader, the girl turned to some darker studies, like how to summon a demon and control it.

The girl had everything just right, the chalk drawn heavily and the incense just right; she didn't know that one line had been skipped, one that was far beyond her comprehension, but was essential to the spell - it was the one to keep the demon safely imprisoned until binding.

Not catching this near-fatal flaw until it was too late, the demon who she had summoned, Wyrrn, leapt forward for her chance.

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(Wears jeans and raggedy-type clothing, barely any bright colours at all.)



(Wyrrn)
Life was so dreadfully boring, eternally wandering. Sure, it was fun to play pranks on a bastard here and there, but when you have next to all the time in the world, fun never lasts. Isn't it like that for all things? But then again, they also say things only have to get worse to get better.

See, there I was, just floatin' in that in-between void between Here and There, satisfied from that last delicious kill, thinking about the absolutely astounding pain I was able to give that poor son of a bitch... And then this random snot-nosed brat decides to bring me forth. I MEAN, COME ON. How's a demon supposed ta get any rest with some half-wits calling us up every so often? Huh? Tell me that. It's bad enough that most don't know what they're doing, like this one.

The summoning she was using was pretty complex, but I saw flaws. Wonky lines here and there, cheap, immitation incense... It was all a set-up for disaster. If I could feel pity anymore, I most likely would've felt sorry for the kid... Ha, who am I kidding. I still woulda wanted to kill the bitch.

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(Think this, with dark, tight clothing and reddish-black wings, slightly underweight with a shuffling step. Cannot be determined whether is female or male, the voice neutral, yet hissing.)



There are certain things in life that we simply cannot change. People grow old, and pass on, but people must learn that it is not the end. There is a whole next life, waiting for them. For the good, there is a life of utter contentment, equality and forgiveness. There is not one man who calls himself superior to another, though all love God equality. We Angels are their brothers and sisters, and forever shall we remember that. It seemed like just yesterday, this Angel could hear Gabriel making that speech to a glowing assembly of their kind, the soft rustling of feathers heard in every corner, the soft whisper of bare feet on material as soft as the clouds themselves looked as they touched down reaching the overly-sensitive hears to this Angel, the Weaponsmaster. It did not have a gender, though preferred to be known as male, wanting it to be known that he acknowledged that training in these arts was known as a stereotypically male occupation.

With so many new ideas for weapons to better fight the villanious treachery of the supernatural; the satan-worshiping devils and demons of the night -- Forgive an Angel for going on so much about his passion.

Anyways, it was a grave day when so many of the human charges fell for the glorified ideals of the Earthly, technology over family, Sin over Innocence... Next to all the Angels were already sent out when it came to be the turn of the Weaponsmaster, Aryian. It was with great pride that he took wing, rushing to the aid of a little girl he had been keeping an eye on for a while now; she couldn't have been more than seven years old.
Angel:
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I knew that little girls were supposed to be naive, but it seems I got myself a stupid one. With a laugh, I manifested before her, cackling as my gaze fell upon her. "Well, girl? Ooh, you caught yerself a big baddie, what're ya gonna do with her, huh?" Eye twitching, a bit of drool slipped from the corner of my mouth. Ooh, this one, I'd make suffer... No! I'd suffer with her! Make the feast so much more enjoyable... A black, snake-like tongue flicked out, watching the girl cringe.
"Heh... Scared, bitch?" That musta hit the spot... Girly looked mad, now.

"Who are you calling a bitch, demon!" Theodora was indeed angry, though her voice squeaked in her fear, and she clamped her hands over her mouth and started to tremble as soon as she had finished shouting. She didn't say that aloud, did she?? Oh dear, good thing Madame LeGren wasn't here.
Though it didn't say anywhere that the demon had to be polite, wouldn't it want to start off on good terms with it's new master? This was just downright rude. It made her want to pull at her hair, stomp her feet... And this was such an ugly demon, too! That gross black tongue, twitching red eyes that were so oddly mismatched and the skinny body whose ribs could be seen through that awful black skin-suit... It gave her the chills. Was there such thing as attractive demon...? Oh yes, but Theodora had wanted to stay away from those. She wasn't old enough to be mentally scarred from what they were likely to do...

Laughable, so utterly laughable. Bitch was scared out of her wits! Time to -- Ah, there it is! The break. "You. Wanna play?" With another cackle, I felt myself slip through the 'carefully constructed barrier'. Ha, I could hear the air quotes in my mind -- BACK TO BUSINESS. Yeah, so, this bitch was going down.

Blinding radiance... It would be all that the two could take in as this Weaponsmaster landed, wings folding even as his bow was drawn. It was a fine thing, a well-made compound with a knotched arrow of glowing blue. He almost cursed, finding the girl between him and the demon. He heard a shriek of pain from the fiend and a gasp of shock. The demon was attempting to possess the girl.
Not even thinking, Aryian lept forward, abandoning his bow behind. He blanketed the girl (and unfortunately, demon) in a cloak of heavenly light, starting to chant slowly in a language neither would understand. He could only hope the demon would recognize her end and be vanquished peacefully. Not being able to harm the girl, this was fully what he expected. Wyrrn... Was that her name?

Now what the HELL did this guy think he was doing?? Ewewewewew... That shiney stuff was getting annoying. And that buzzing sound that he made when his lips moved? Ugh. It was only as my skin started to burn did I shreik, snarling deep within my throat. Bastard... Stealing my prey AND trying to kill me? WHAT THE HELL. With a hiss, I dug my claws deep into that annoying light. I was inside the girl, so even though it burned, I was okay. If I was going down, this son a of a bitch was going with me.

He felt a tugging on his soul, and it was like a vaccuum effect. Aryian felt sorry for the girl, but was next was something that had to be done. Touching a silver chain around his neck before plunging in after the demon. The light remained with the girl, trying to keep her calm during the battle that was to come.

For several days the young girl felt the demon and Angel warring within her. That glowing light kept her company, making her feel warm and safe. At first, she was very distrusting of the feeling, for it was one that she hadn't felt in a very long time. While this would have earned her much pity to admit it, she didn't really care. Her eyes became mis-matched. One was all red and demonic, while the other was blue and angelic.
It was a terribly long time, but the golden light-stuff started to fade. Feeling even more alone, Theodora wandered off. She felt.. Different. Changed.

However, her demon and Angel lay dormant for a very long time, both having used up far too much energy in a battle that lasted nearly a year. Theodora was next to untouched, though nightmares plagued her, when she had to have front-row seats to the fighting. Those only calmed as the fighting did, so it was a few years later that

Love them pictures o.o

Those definitely are colorful.

I can't see em D: Why you use HTML....

Both of us are being really really sarcastic...

Sorry. Used Deviantart, and didn't want to download them to my computer. I'll fix it in a moment.

And thank-you, Nyctores.