"Roses are red. Viloets are blue...."[open]

[||Casualty||]

".....Your life is ending, 'cause I'm coming for you...."


Life as we know it will come to an end; the world will become over ruled by the power that is held deep in the center, power that the human race doesn't speak of, the power demons are scared of. The power of the one called the 'Devil'. He is one that watches you, he watches you fail, and he laughs at the pity you bring yourself. The Devil holds your legs in shackles and God holds you arms in cloud chains that are lose so you can choose your fait.

Max walked around the trashed land, his blood shot eyes scanned the area like a hawk. His eyes sight was blurred by the blood that swelled in his eyes; Max growled and clinched his teeth together in pain as he placed his hands over his eyes when his legs came to a stop. He held onto the hair that fell in his eyes and pulled on it to help take the pain from his eyes. It didn't help, it just made the pain worse, and the male shut his eyes tight to feel the pain rise. Max shot his eyes opened and growled at the pain before he ripped his hand away from his face and walked forward, trying to get over the painful feeling of the blood rush from his brain and drip into his blurry eyes. Maybe he should lie down and try to rest, well, that would be the good idea but Max is a stubborn man and he's not going to fall weak to a 'little' pain that raced though him like dogs on a race track. The black haired man raced at a speed walk though the land, he needed to hit something or better, kill something. Max smirked to himself as he thought about feeling the blood of a human rush though his fingers, he thought about their screams, oh how he pitted them so.

The male stopped dead in his tracks, his blood eyes narrowed at what he saw. Sight of an angel, the brute growled and walked to her. The female looked to Max and blinked, she must be a fresh angel for she didn't seem know feel his evil aura. Max put his left hand on right shoulder and lifted the sleeve that covered his shoulder; he dug his finger nails and drew droplets of blood from his skin. Max sighed as he closed his eyes before a shocking pain ran though his spin, the male clinched his teeth as his flinched every time a jerking pain yanked at his arm until pure pain entered his body. Max growled and huffed his body shocked by the pain, even if he's been though this power before, but that meant nothing. He is still in heart crushing pain; Max fell to his knees as he held his right arm close to his body. The female angel gasped out as she watched Max go to his knees, his face clearly showing pain. The angel ran over to Max and kneeled down to him, she rested her hand on the boys arm. The pain yanked at him when she touched him, Max took in shaking ragged breaths as blood poured from his arms and eyes. He waited for what seemed like forever but really only a few minutes until his arm was finally transed formed into a skeleton arm. The angel jumped to her feet and took a step back, Max chuckled softly to himself before he slowly stood to his feet, his face stained with blood tears.

The brute slowly stood to his feet, his right arm limp from the pain that was shivering in pain that he couldn't even feel. Max moved closer to the female angel who tried flying off but her wings were weak and couldn't carry her weight far or high. The black haired boy lifted his right arm very slowly and jerked out to grab the angel by her dress, lucky her. Max's eyes were blurred and he couldn't really see what was going on at this moment. But after a moment of trying to grab the angel he got angered and just ran at her, the female turned and darted, her graceful movements were followed by one that wasn't one to be graceful. The female’s blonde head whipped around to look back but she didn't see the male. The angel sighed in happily until she hit something hard; something back breaking hit her with great force. The girl fell back and Max stared down at her with a dark smirk racing a cross his face.

The brute punched his bone arm though the girl’s chest and holy blood blew from her. It burned him slightly at the touch, Max huffed and puffed as he became tired from this all. Max stumbled around for a moment until he came to an open spot to fall over and rest on his back. Max closed his tired eyes and waited for the painful turn back of his arm, but it may not happen until fully rested.

[Revii]

Blood. It seemed like an every day part of his life now. The scent was something that he had never been able to escape. It lingered in the air where ever he went and dared to eat away at him. Though now he'd grown used to it. he didn't find the blood as much as he would have if he had been younger then. No, now he knew that more would come anyway. It would have to when the incarnates went to war again. That would be when he'd litter his hands with such a foul stench.

Though what felt like poison to his system was the blood of an angel. It was worse to him then anything else since he had that keen sense of smell thanks to his mother being a dog furrie. His bi-colored ears pinned back at the thought as he finally gave in and decided that he would follow this scent. It would have to bring him to something, wouldn't it? His mind was to curious. It would come the day that curiosity would kill the cat... or the dog in this case. Not like it really matter either way.

Eventually he stumbled upon the corpse of the angel that had just been wounded. He smirked at the smell of human around the area. Red violet orbs kept sight on the body that lay before him and he blinked as he studied it. So it was a hole through the chest. The aura that was given off around it didn't seem that welcoming though. It was dark just like the being that had been here before. It would have sent a chill down his spine if he hadn't been one to already be on the 'evil' side now.

Getting up the demon furrie looked around for a second. He sniffed the air lightly to catch a whiff of the human scent that had also brought him here. His eyes brightened in great interest. Oh this was someone that may have been able to entertain him. Well it wasn't like it was that hard to amuse Revlis in the first place. Even watching a butterfly could keep his attention for hours. Not to mention that mist of the time he was wandering around with Atsune. She'd left to do something important without him today. So he adapted.

With a single leap, he was back up in the trees and following the scent that was so close to him. His bi-colored orbs shifted back and forth from one place to another as he tried to find the person that had done this. Finally, he found a human lying on the ground. 'Maybe he's dead,' Revlis thought to himself. He was just being naive. He knew very well that Max wasn't dead. If he was he could have been able to smell the rotting flesh and wouldn't have heard him breathing at all. So silly.

Revlis jumped back down from his place in the trees and landed not to far away from Max. He wasn't cautious as he approached the figure. He figured that there was nothing about this human to fear. There never was... unless that human was Atsune. Then she could say 'flamingo' and send him flying to the ground. It wasn't something that he was very proud of and more or less it was embarrassing. Especially when she said it in a large crowd of people. He did not like to draw attention to himself in that sort of fashion.

Within a matter of seconds, he was standing beside Max and then crouched down to getting to a lower level so he didn't look like that much of a threat. His tail swayed back and forth in approval and he got a goofy grin on his face. "What 'cha doin' laying around here," he asked as if he didn't know anything. Reaching up a clawed hand, he waved back down at the human. This was just to much fun for him. He really needed a life if talking to a stranger was fun. What an odd creature indeed.

Looking over Max for a second, he noticed the arm that resembled that of a skeleton. Oh! This was just what he had needed and made Max more interesting that ever before. "Necromancer, eh?" He'd learned many classes since he was the protector or the evil incarnate. You had to learn all you could about those around you weather they be friend or foe. You never knew when someone could turn on you anyway. Well that was besides the fact that he himself wasn't that nice to every evil person that he had ever met. He was cruel.

All of a sudden it then hit him! He'd been so rude and didn't even introduce himself to this stranger! He'd just rambled on about stupid things that wouldn't have made sense anyway. "My name is Revie," he happily said. He had to much energy for his own good. The more odd thing of it was that he never introduced himself by his full name. Right off the bat he would always be one that would use one of the nicknames that someone gave him. They didn't sound as serious and he really liked that.