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Started August 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Yeah I wanted you too kill me. I wanted to see if I could get you angry enough. Cmon, take your best shot.” Talia was tired of life. It was awful, boring and repetitive, and she couldn’t put up with it much longer.

"To be honest, I don't get angry very easily, I know when to back away, and I don't like killing much either," Valory called down. She swooped down, and landed on her feet, but she visibly winced in pain as the injured part of her wing brushed the ground. She wasn't quite sure what to do with the injury, as she had never gotten injured on the wings before.

“I guess we’re done here then.” Talia looked to her right where her bottle sat. She picked it up. “Wanna drink Angel?”

"I'm not an angel, as I've already told you multiple times before, but sure, I'll take a drink," Valory painfully closed her wings, so as to not accidentally bump more people down then intended.

“I don’t care if you’re not an angel. You’re pretty so I’m just gonna call you Angel. I don’t even know your name.” Talia look suddenly very depressed but she took a swig from the bottle and then handed it to Valory.

Valory took a hesitant sip of the bottle. "Well, I don't know yours either. I'm Valory by the way."

“I’m…” Talia’s face scrunched up. “I don’t remember my name…or yours. I think I’m just gonna keep calling you Angel.” She squinted and attempted to stand up. “By the way I have absolutely no idea what’s in that bottle.” She stopped and sat back down again. “Why do you even have wings. I want wings. It’s not fair. I hang around some weird people and all of a sudden I’m hurtling into Hell at a bajillion miles per hour and you angels get to keep your wings. Bullshit,” She said with a pout.

Valory wrinkled up her face. "This is hell? I thought this was the human world though… But to be honest, I don't care what this is I'm drinking." She took another sip of the mysterious drink. "Besides, I still have to figure out how to take care of my wing, I've never gotten hurt on a wing before…"

Lillian was just sitting in a tree outside the house on her laptop, where she had been taking notes on the fight. "Hey, did you say you were a demon? If so, that's why you smell so strange."

"Demons?" Cas asked, looking up from his book. "Maybe it's my scent, it's pretty strong." He stood up, revealing a 6-foot-3 tanned demon with blue-grey horns and black eyes.

"Hm, I do smell you, there are also other presences. Two are demonic, even though the other is a bit different than yours." Lillian scented the air by sticking out her tongue a bit and jumping from the tree.

"I see," Cas thought aloud. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cas Herath, eldest son of the House of Herath, how do you do?"

Valory wrinkled up her face. "This is hell? I thought this was the human world though… But to be honest, I don't care what this is I'm drinking." She took another sip of the mysterious drink. "Besides, I still have to figure out how to take care of my wing, I've never gotten hurt on a wing before…"

“No, this isn’t Hell. Hell is warmer. No I just mean in general when I got struck down from heaven.” Her eyes flashed black again. “I have no idea how to heal your wings. They don’t teach healing 101 in basic torture.”

Cam, disappointed the fight had ended so quickly, closed her notebook with much grumbling. Begrudgingly, she made her way over to the two.
"I could help with your wing, if you'll accept my help."

"I see," Cas thought aloud. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cas Herath, eldest son of the House of Herath, how do you do?"

"I'm Lillian Cancino, well, Cancino is a human last name. I don't have a last name. I'm doing well enough, thought it would be funny to see a human party."

"Oh, well good. I reckon Ashley would be disappointed if I took an abrupt trip to Hell for whatever reason," Valory looked at Cam in suspicion. "And how do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't. If you don't want help with your wing from me, I completely understand. Still, you'd probably get it fixed up soon." Cam shrugged, not really caring if she got to help or not. She had offered it, and that's all she really had to do as of now.

She grimaced in pain as she moved slightly. "Ah fine then. But first!" Valory said before Cam could make a move. "You must tell me your name, who you are."

"You can call me Cam. And I'm an Author." With that, she took her backpack off to access its contents.

"An Author?" Valory asked with a confused look on her face. "Is that a human thing… or? But nice to meet you Cam!"

"Pleasure to meet you." She pulled a small bottle of ink out of her bag.
"And it's sort of a human thing. Like, it's human, just not this world human. Is this making sense?"

"No," Valory stated. "I live up in the heavens, with Ashley," she continued, and painfully extended her right wing to full length.

"Well," Cam explained as she started to open the ink bottle, "I myself am human, but I'm not from this universe, wether it be Heaven, Hell, or everything inbetween. I'm from another universe's Earth." She dipped her finger in the ink, then gently started to apply it to Valory's wing injury.
"There, when a human writes something, it comes true in another universe. Me being me, I've been travelling between different universes. If I'm in a universe that I didn't 'create,'" she said create with very heavy sarcasm, as if she didn't really believe that was the case, "the only way I'm able to alter something is with the permission of the person/people related to what I'm altering. That's why I asked if I could help." The area where Cam applied the ink started to regrow. When she finished, she stepped back as the ink finished disappearing into Valory's new flesh.
"There, that should be better."

"Oh," Valory looked down at her wing in surprise. "That actually worked. I'm Valory by the way."

Cam started putting her things back in her backpack.
"Nice name."

"Thanks," Valory began to test her wing out a bit.

Talia looked up and seemed to notice Cam for the first time. "Who're you?" She frowned.

Cam groaned.
"I literally just explained." She sighed, turning to Talia.
"I'm Cam, an Author who's just out for a night of partying."

"And I'm very drunk." Talia shook her head lazily. "You must not have fun much if you're an author. I'm told it sucks. Plus by being one you're automatically bound for Hell."

The scent of blood, it was almost maddening to a creature such as her. Risosu wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulder, leading her out of the room and towards the backyard. There were fewer people back there. The most were a few casual smokers, couple other, smaller groups that seemed to prefer the outside and less people.
He brought his shaking sister to the side as they stood underneath a tree further away from the rest. Maria's skin had changed, pale white scales now on her hands. As she lifted her head, once yellow eyes had changed to a deep crimson red, pupils nearly no longer visible. She seemingly opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came was an agitated hiss.
"C'mon sis, hang in there, alright? Take your canteen, and just drink the rest of it down…if it comes down to it, we can figure something else out."
Risosu's voice was soft, calming. Maria did as told, but she seemed to be suffering terribly. Her much larger brother stood between her and any prying eyes, but seemed the few in the backyard were relaxed and easy-going, which was the best atmosphere right now. He would just have to wait and hope the contents of the canteen would satisfy his sister and keep her from going on a complete rampage.
"Goddamn't…I should've never let you talk me into this…"
Risosu remained on alert, watchful. His tall form continuing to be a 'wall' in front of the frenzied Maria who was clearly trying to calm down from the sudden maddening overload of spilt blood.