Looking For Air || Closed || castielthesaint

      There was a new kind of       burning invading her now.       The burn of fire hot against       it’s enemy; the smoke of the       demon curling and writhing       with the smell of angel in its       nostrils. Curious.

                                   Had an angel rescued her from the depths of                                    the place she had come to loathe more than                                     Hell itself? This didn’t seem likely.

             Standing in her broken husk of a body was              not the easiest thing she had attempted in              her life, but neither was it the hardest. She               climbed to her stolen feet and rested against              a tree, her body still too weak for much movement.

                                                               The angel was near, that she                                                                 could tell. Where? That was                                                               a problem she could not solve.                                                               But if they had freed her from                                                                Purgatory, surely they would                                                                        find her first.

             His thought process was different from most.              Part of why he felt out of place wherever he went;              heaven, hell, earth.. he had yet to find his true              home where hesitation would not linger.                              He took a step further into the trees,                              interest to find the source of the blackened                              soul that he could smell from miles away.                              It was most likely a rogue demon-- but                              with the chance that it was not, he could                              not simply stand idle. If there was one,                              there likely was more somewhere around here.                              They were planning something-- whether they                              were Crowley followers or Abaddon's, he did                              not care.

        Further and further into the woods, the celestial         being wondered when he would find what he         was looking for-- the thought being cut off when         his eyes fell upon a figure by one of the trees.         There it was.                             Taken a form of a female,                             though the demon's gender                             preference meant little to him.                             His angel blade was taken out,                             and he was ready to take care                             of the problem before it became                             one.

Looking For Air || Closed || castielthesaint

Air. She needed air.

Pulling up from the depths of death was not the easiest thing for the demon. There was a rushing sound around her as the twisted black soul found its way to the last piece of meat it had possessed.

Air.

She tried to pull breath into the lungs which had so long been still. She got a mouthful of dirt for her troubles. Coughing and spluttering, her hands reached upwards into the earth, trying to find someway to escape the dirt prison.

It did not take long for her to reach the surface. Her burial had been more of an unceremonious throw of an unknown body into a shallow hole. Why should it be anything else? No one knew her. No family, no friends, no lovers. No one to mourn the passage of the body. So they had simply dumped her off.

But now it was refilled with the smokey nebula of demonic essence. Even though the gulps of breath were mostly unnecessary due to the hell smoke sustaining the fragile human body, it still felt good to feel the burn of oxygen in her chest. Her? Yes, her.

Meg. That was her name, the one she had stolen. She was Meg, a demon. She had been in Purgatory. But now she was alive again. She had somehow been pulled from the depths of the monster infested world to struggle along in this one. For what purpose?

Meg stared at the blue expanse of the sky, still looking for air to breathe. She was alive. But why?

                              Something drew him here.                               The celestial being did not                               have a clue as to what it was,                               but there was defineitly something                               peculiar about this location.                               Out of all places, why had he                               the urge to come here?     He could sense a particular foul     demon aura, but that did not explain     why he felt compelled to be here.                     His vessel's hands gripped the dirt                     and as he stood, the soil slipped                     from between his fingers, finding                     it's original resting place.                                               And then he moved over to a                                               tree, the pads of his fingertips                                               glided across the bark as though                                               he were drinking up all those                                               years that the tree took for it                                               to grow to the height that it was.

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