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Post by zophiel on Jun 2, 2011 13:38:10 GMT -5
Zophiel wasn't as tough as his archangel brothers, but he could still take pain like a trooper. However, there was only so much one could take. As the pistol was pressed into his shoulder, he could feel his stomach turn. He was in so much pain that he could barely hear what Axel was saying to him. All he knew was that he had to try to get out of this. If he died now... he wasn't sure where he'd end up, but he knew it wouldn't be with his wife.
"Wait, please, I--" Zophiel was cut off by another gunshot. He cried out in pain, nearly screaming. Axel shot a hole right through Zophiel's hand. He felt every bit of it, the bones in his hand snapping and the blood pouring out. His stomach twisted into a knot as he panted, trying to suck in air he desperately needed.
He wasn't sure he could even talk at this point, but he wasn't going to give up without trying. He had to fight for his life now. It was time to focus on that. No one was going to save him now.
"I don't know anything about... that, please, listen to me... I've been banished from Heaven, I had nothing to do with... with whatever happened to you."
Zophiel wasn't sure he was going to get through to him, especially with the vow, a vow to kill him before letting him go.
"Let me go right now, and... a-and I'll just leave. I don't want to fight you."
Zophiel was bluffing, mostly. He wasn't sure he could take on his hunter alone, especially with three holes shot in him already. And let's not forget the bites in his leg. But he'd figure out something, he was tricky like that. He hadn't survived 5,000years on earth without a few tricks up his sleeves.
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Post by Axel Maverick on Jun 3, 2011 15:04:31 GMT -5
Oh, some may call it a curse.
A life like mine, but others? A blessing.
It’s certainly a lonely life.
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His lips curled and his head rocked from side to side in a mocking manner. “Let me go. Let me go. Let me go!”
[/b] Axel growled in annoyance and anger as Zophiel continued to beg for his life. He didn’t give a damn if he was an angel that had been banished out of Heaven for whatever reason, he was still an angel, he still had wings, and he was still connected with those from upstairs. He was still an angel. Heaven was too far away for Axel to reach, and right now, there was nothing that was going to stop him from taking this man’s life. Whether it be right here in this alley or it was going to be somewhere private. And that’s where Axel got the idea. He was going to take this angel back to his motel room and show him what had happened to his mother, to get his revenge on the angels for abandoning her. She was faithful and devoted to her religion more than Axel or anyone else that he knew ever was. She was an example of a good Christian person. The only thing that was terrible was what had happened to her. That was it, and Axel would be the first to tell you that. “I personally don’t give a shit what the hell happened to you.”[/b] He said, placing the barrel of his gun against Zophiel’s temple, so tempted to pull the trigger to see if he was going to die any time soon. With the gun still pointed to the angel, the hunter took a step back, a smirk overtaking his face. He cocked back the lever of the weapon and then pulled the top, aiming it straight in between the eyes of the fallen angel before him. “Move and I’ll break your face.”[/b] Oh he was going to do more than just break his face. Axel’s fingers snapped. Winry-Ann curled her lips up to reveal her vicious and sharp teeth. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and her tail stuck out straight, and then she leapt onto Zophiel, her paws slamming down into his shoulders as she grabbed onto the hood of his sweater and yanked him down to the ground. Her head whipped around as she yanked and tugged at the sweater getting it to rip, and finally the hood came flying off of the piece of clothing. Axel had moved to stand at Zophiel’s feet, his gun pointing directly at his legs as Winry-Ann moved once more. She growled viciously, drooling dripping down from her jaws as she barked and roared madly. Suddenly, her jaws clamped down tightly on the good arm. She could feel the crunch of his bones underneath the pressure of his jaws, and blood was beginning to spew out as she hit a few of the important veins that helped push the blood back through his body and to his heart. Her eyes were filled with excitement as she suddenly started to whip her head around and shook his arm violently, sinking her teeth in deeper into his flesh. Axel spotted Zophiel’s other hand moving, and with an angry look on his face, he shot a warning round into the ground between his legs. He wasn’t going to allow the fallen angel to lay a finger onto his dog. Axel knew that for sure if Zophiel had done anything to harm his pup that he was going to make sure that he was going o pay for it. Most of all, as he watched the blood go flying out of Zophiel’s arm from Winry, he was beginning to plan out events that was going to be a torture session. After the death of his mother, Axel made sure to study Angels and to make sure that he knew their weaknesses. The only issue here is that he knew the symbols that he needed to use were going to work on an actual angel, but for an angel that had been thrown from Heaven? He wasn’t sure. Didn’t hurt to try it out right? He thought so. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
But a fulfilling one at best.
Yet my cross to bear, And I bear it gladly.
Someone has to take a stand against evil.
Why should it not me?
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co-starr! ZOPHIEL
word count! 692
picture credit! ME
listening too! When Heaven’s Not Far Away – Cold
lyrics! Why Not Me? – Within Temptation
notes! none.
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Post by zophiel on Jun 7, 2011 13:47:00 GMT -5
Zophiel's mind began to wander. Blame it on the blood loss, but it was happening.
Egypt... why was his mind drifting back to Egypt? Why couldn't he just block it all from his memory forever? Because of that one shining star, his wife, Amisi. Even with her death there, it was still the best time of his life. He tried to hide what he was from her when they first met, but she didn't fall for it. She knew from the day they met that he wasn't human.
No... here came the pain again. The dog was on top of him, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he was slammed to the ground. He stomach lurched from the pain. She was one damn vicious dog, that was clear as she tore the hood off his hoodie. Every shake shot pain through the rogue angel's body. Then she clamped down on his arm... Zophiel cried out again, unable to hold back.
He had to defend himself. He raised his hand, he had to knock this beast out or something. But before he could, he felt more than heard the gun go off again. He clenched his fist and dropped his arm, letting the dog do what it would. Living was better than death any way he saw it. But there was so much pain now. If he did die, at least maybe he'd be back with her once more...
Don't you think like that, my love. You know it isn't that easy.
Her voice was as clear as if she was right beside him. He forced his eyes to open and look around. Perhaps if he were in better condition, he would have realized she wasn't really there. But if he was in better condition, he wouldn't be hearing her in the first place.
"Amisi?" he groaned, nearly breathless. He closed his eyes again. The world was spinning too much for him to keep looking for her.
Zophiel... I'm here to help. I need you to listen to me. Can you do that for me? Please?
The angel was listening alright, and nodded.
Good. Now... just don't move. We have to be careful or you will die and then we will never see one another again. We're in this together, my angel.
Zophiel relaxed slightly. He could trust her, right? This was his beloved wife Amisi. He'd get through this somehow, with her there to help him.
Zophiel realized that his time must be up. That was why he heard Amisi's voice now. He was going to die and she was with him now... unlike how it was in Egypt. He didn't get to her until it was too late. There was no point in fighting anymore.
"If you're going to kill me, just do it outright." The rogue angel sputtered, blood in his mouth now as he spoke, "Shoot me in the head... put me out of my misery."
No! Zophiel you must live! Please! Don't do this, my love...
"No, I want to die... want to go home..." the angel's breathing got steadier after being rapid for quite some time now. He was ready to accept his death.
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Post by Axel Maverick on Jul 24, 2011 16:18:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]  THIS HATE THAT YOU GAVE TELLS ME THE SAME THING The Words: 717 The Outfit: coming soon Tagged: Zophiel
Winry-Ann growled and Axel just couldn’t help but laugh into the face of the banished angel. Did he really think that Axel was just going to kill him? Out here? In an alley. Of course not. He had waited ten years to get his hands on a filthy creature like Zophiel, he wasn’t about to end his fun all because the angel begged for it.
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[/b] Axel started with a sinister grin on his face. “I’ll make sure that you die… just not yet. My fun has yet to begin.”[/b] With that, Axel bashed the butt of his gun into the face of the pleading angel, getting him to shut up and to hopefully knock him out so that he could be moved. If hitting him once wasn’t going to do it, then he’d hit him over, and over, and over again till Zophiel was out like a light. Axel reached down and with the help of his trusty companion he through the man over his shoulder and stalked off, heading to his truck that parked a little ways at the other end of the alley. He threw the body of the angel into the bed of his pickup truck and then pulled a cover over to make sure that no one saw him. The next time that Zophiel would open his eyes, he’d be tied down onto a chair with chains in a place covered in angel wards that were there to keep him inside of the building. Where was he? Well, he was in a tiny shack out in the middle of nowhere, where he could scream as loud as he could and with as much as he wanted no one was going to be able to hear him. He’d also realize that his wounds had been patched up. Where was his captor? Axel was sitting at the other end of the shack in the corner, his face stone cold and resembling nothing but murderous intent. The necklace around his neck was hanging free on the outside of his shirt. It was a cross with wings wrapped around it like a mother would cradle her scared child. Axel had moved it to reveal it to the world because it was beginning to burn his skin. He knew that the burning wasn’t there, he knew that it actually wasn’t happening, but that didn’t mean that his mind wasn’t trying to trick him into thinking that it was actually hot. Why was it hot? It was hot with anger. You see, the necklace once belonged to Axel’s beloved and dead mother, Kaylynn Maverick. She was a woman of faith, considering that in her time you had to be if you were going to survive the world ending. She was a good mother, and raised Axel right, well… as close as right as a mother could get when introducing their children to a life of hunting. So why was Axel so insane and twisted and planned on torturing the angel till he bled to death? Because he was forced to watch his own mother be tortured and raped over and over again as she cried out to God and his angels for help. No one came to rescue. She was all that he had and she was everything to him. His best friend, his mother, and his life. Now he had nothing but the necklace around his neck and the thought that his mother was a death echo back in that Salem Inn room… Axel… release him. He ignored the pleads of his mother’s voice in his head telling him to do the right thing and continued sharpening the knife that he planned on using to at point, dig out one of Zophiel’s eyes and keeping it as a treasure. He was currently trying to decide if he wanted to do it while the beast was alive, or wait till he was dead. He concluded that he was going to do it while he was alive. He was going to save it for last. I taught you better than this.Axel lifted his head and smirked. “I see that you’re awake. Good.”[/b] He stood from his chair in the corner and twirled his knife between his fingers. “Are you ready for our playdate?”[/b] [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by zophiel on Aug 5, 2011 8:39:27 GMT -5
The moment Zophiel was moved, the pain hit him so hard, he passed out. It was only a matter of time, after all. He was severely- maybe even mortally- injured and he had lost a lot of blood. In his state as an angel banished from Heaven, he was more like a supercharged human than an angel. He could easily bleed to death if he didn't have enough concentration to stop the bleeding and heal. With the amount of pain he was in, plus the threat of the hunter and his dog, he didn't have the right concentration.
He had no idea how long he was out for, all he knew was that he was definitely not happy to wake up. He had accepted death but he was still alive. Why did nothing work like he wanted to? He couldn't be with his wife, he was banished, and now that he had accepted death, guess what? He was alive, too alive.
It was a very slow process, waking up. The instant he shifted, pain shot through him again. With the pain came the fear, and his eyes snapped open, looking around. He was tied to a chair, in a room with Enochian symbols on the wall, all meant to keep him inside. He tried to gather his power to teleport, hoping the hunter had messed up somewhere, but the defenses in the room were strong. Zophiel wasn't going anywhere.
He tugged at the chains, but that was hopeless too. Another time, he probably could have snapped the chains, but his injuries to his arms and shoulders kept that from being possible.
He thought back on it. He knew he was getting weaker in recent days. For 5,000 years he was living on earth, not much power left in him. Every time he used his power, normally, it would have replenished itself with time and rest. However, in this state, it seemed to take too long to recover it, and even then, it never came back in full. If he used five-percent of his power in one day, he'd get back maybe one-percent. With that kind of rate, it was only a matter of time before he ran out of power completely.
He tugged again at the chains, but the energy he had taken from Aubrie Carpathia seemed to be long gone as well. Really, that made sense. Since it wasn't his own natural energy, it burned off more quickly and it took more of it to do anything. He realized now, finally, that there was no way out. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of the hunter. He noticed he was bandaged up now... that only scared hi more. It meant his captor meant to do even more damage soon.
“I see that you’re awake. Good.” The voice of the hunter made him jump, somehow Zophiel missed seeing him as he stood from the corner. He had a knife in his hand and Zophiel froze, “Are you ready for our playdate?”
Now the adrenaline was starting to return, and Zophiel finally came to a clear conclusion. He wanted to live, and he was ready to fight for his life.
"Bring it on, you psycho." Zophiel hissed out in reply.
words: 532 tags: Axel notes: D: my poor Zophy! outfit: Something like this |
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Post by Axel Maverick on Aug 9, 2011 18:32:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THIS HATE THAT YOU GAVE KEEPS SAYING THE SAME THING
The insult didn’t piss of Axel, actually, he encouraged it. Why? Because that meant that his victim was fully awake, aware, and he was planning on fighting back. Good. Axel enjoyed it when his prey fought back, it showed him that they weren’t going to go down with a fight and he took enjoyment out of the fact that he could overpower them and show them that he was much stronger than them.
It gave him a thrill to see the former angel waking up in pain. It was the thrill of the hunt, thrill of the murder that was about to come. While the silence lingered in the room, Axel began circling around Zophiel like a hawk circling their meal. His eyes were gleaming and sparkling with the feeling of triumph and with success. Axel had an evil and bewitched mind when it came to things that he felt strongly about, and torture was one of them.
Many people out there call torture barbaric, heinous, and the worst thing that could happen to someone else. But to Axel, he thought of it as a game. He enjoyed the feeling he received when he punctured someone else’s flesh. Axel was like a child with a lollipop when it came to torture. He enjoyed it, and he enjoyed it a little too much. He knew though that he wasn’t the only one out there, there were others like him. And he knew the real reasons why he enjoyed it so much.
It had everything to do with the death of his mother and having to bear witness to heinous act. He was only eighteen when he watched Dante rip her open and tear her apart. To the law of the country, he was considered an adult, but he was still a kid and he could easily be influenced. All of his life he witnessed nothing but hell and torture, eventually, he was beginning to see why the other side – the bad guys – used it to their advantage. It really worked and it made them feel powerful. Axel liked that feeling, and therefore he liked torture.
Zophiel wasn’t his first victim, there were others before him. There were werewolves, vampires, and a few demons. Never before though was Axel blessed with putting an angel underneath his murderous ways.
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[/i] Axel gave Zophiel a cold and twisted grin as he moved towards a little table that he had set up with all of his toys. Winry-Ann moved to stand in front of Zophiel, her eyes glowing with disdain and her lips pulled back as she snarled at the man chained down to the chair. For an animal that loved being around people, that loved attention and children, she could be a vicious animal ready for the kill whenever given the order too. Axel dipped the knife in his grasp into some holy oil that he had managed to get his hands on and turned his head towards his newest victim. “Psycho hm?”[/b] He chuckled viciously. “So says the monster.”[/b] My son… you’re better than this.Axel ignored the voice in his head as he redipped the knife. He wasn’t going to be bothered with his schizophrenia tendencies. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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