The fallen angel sighed softly as the other angel came to their rescue, their eyes saddening when they were cut down in front of their eyes. Their grip tightening around the sword. “They are just confused.” They tried to protest before nodding their head. “I-I’m fine.”

“They are confused,” she agreed with a sigh, looking over at where the rebels once stood. “Confused and misguided, but that does not mean we can let them run this city into the ground. They would have killed you without a second thought, you cannot give them that opportunity again.” As an Angel, the loss of life pained her of course, but to ambush the city she called home was an offence she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, pardon. “Your name?” 

With the collar off their neck, they felt their powers return; and they once again brandished their flaming sword- the one they held with a mighty justice as a general in the angel army. Until they were banished for turning against their own kind. The rebels had surrounded them, cornering them. “P-please… I- I don’t want to hurt you…” they pleaded.

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watching the angel being surrounded, babette tossed the rebel in her grip aside, her front splattered and soaked in blood. she was over with them in an instant, ripping two rebels back and biting their necks, tearing their throats open before tossing them aside. ❝ need a hand? ❞ she asked with a grin. babette had still yet to pull her blades free, but she was enjoying getting her energy up with all the blood she’d taken in from the invaders. some had been disgusting, but it was still so satisfying to rip their throats out for trying to destroy the city she’d worked so long to help build. 

His hand still sat at his throat as he wandered around, a little lost pup in the chaos. He was grateful for the new found freedom, sure. But what was he supposed to do now? The fire in his eyes was the brightest they’ve been in the while and he was ready to show his true loyalties. He was ready to prove his worth. Walking up to a few supers, he paused before asking “Is there anything I could do?” 

They felt shamed. In more ways than one. The way they couldn’t prevent the losing of the war on the humans. Now they were called a traitor among many that fought beside the humans. The fallen angel now covered in flour from working in the bakery, a collar bound around their neck. They came to the bar to have a drink before returning back to their room for the night. They didn’t notice they were in the way, jumping a little. “Oh! I’m sorry.” They hummed before they blinked at the sight of the other. “A-Are you alright?”

An angel. Of course and angel was in the way. He glared, pushing past the angel and into his place of employment. He couldn’t stand the goody goody people, the angels that seemed to defy his masters. “Fine, just a rough morning.” He grumbled, holding the door open with his foot now. “You comin’ in or what?” 

while her dancing at the club was seductive and showed her training from her previous life, jeaniene enjoyed being silly and dancing like she was crazy and free sometimes. she was doing just that when she caught someone out of the corner of her eye, immediately stopping and looking at them. her expression hardened, the carefree energy gone. of course she couldn’t just let loose and enjoy herself like that, she had to be aware of what she was, and those that could make her existence even worse. ❝ i wasn’t doing anything, ❞ she grumbled, crossing her arms under her bust. 

He knew that Casper was right. The hellhound found himself weaker and weaker as the years went by since the death of his master, Osiris. And how his heart broke. It’s a tragic love when a hound falls for its demon. And yet the myths spun them as a parent and child… if only they knew the more tragic tale of spurned lovers. Of how he was furiously jealous of his master’s wife, isis. Yet the hound was speechless as he spoke, thinking it over. “There are still many that worship me.” He began. “As the companion to the god of death, I can deliver you and David the souls of my followers. I am their judgment, the holder of the scales. They rely on me to deliver the feather that would determine if they shall pass to paradise… or be damned to wander endlessly…. the feather is a lie… and they are damned… to be given to a demon.” There was almost a cruel smirk pulled onto his sickly features.

“Yeah…Sure. Lovely for you” Caspar waved off, still never quite understanding a hound being worshipped as some sort of God, they were subservient creatures in his mind “Humans have always been gullible, they’ll believe any smoke and lights show if it’s put before them” He mused, only then taking off his tinted glasses and setting them on the table before them. “Okay, I’ not a tourist- you don’t need to give me the show, Anubis. You’re a hound, I’m a demon- I have a list of souls I need and you are going to collect them for me. Understood? If you actually show that you’re useful, I’ll look into that collar situation” He said simply, pricking his finger on a pocket knife before brushing it over the lock of Anubis’s collar, allowing it to drop off and clatter onto the table “Let me down and I’ll whip you until you’re raw”

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It had been years since he had witnessed the event. He was drawn to it, having wandered off the usually path he took to go home. He’d just gotten off his shift at the council, the next guard coming in. He couldn’t deny… that the job wasn’t allowing him to fulfill his true purpose, his neck bare- he was unbound now as his master died in the war. “I’m sorry….” he spoke softly as he stepped out of the shadows. “Am I disturbing you, sir?” He missed the days he’d drag them with his teeth in his massive hound form directly to osiris so he could consume them.

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“It’s fine, Hound.” David mused as he watched the flames. “Oh you’re not, I’m just enjoying the view. This one is overdue for payment, but I like a little torture before collecting.” Only now he glanced aside at the other. The war had been won but it had cost many greatly. “Tell me how you are getting on.” Not a question, a command as even the smallest commands could help a Hound in a way. His voice was raised a little to be heard over the whining of the human.  “Tell me what goes on in your mind when you see someone ready to be taken away, like this one.” He said with a gesture to the trapped human.

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“Mainly my master but I suppose I was just as important…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck slowly. “Another deity? Humans are so gullible, aren’t they? What did they weave you into?”