Water Still Stings [CLOSED, Rayne]

[Lord Itachi]

A Literal Rain of Blood began pouring down from the sky around Kaede's village causing all of the Villagers o freak out and run off to scream, but they stopped seeing two figures in the sky were clashing swords and killing eachother


The Holy Angel dmeon known as Cyanide flew around his enemy who was a dark angel demon both clashed swords and more blood fell to the ground." CRUSADER STRIKE!" Cyanide called out his sword Xan began glowing with intense holu energy he clashd swords as the dark Angel demon sliced both his wings off. In the process he turned the dark angel demon to ash and than found it useless to try staying in the air.


Cyanide fell from the sky his sword landed on the ground forming a barrier around him his entire body trembled with pain as the two large holes in his back bleed heavily. His crimson eyes opened as the villager's all watched and some began muttering words but they stopped as lady Kaede approached.

"Ye Should Not be Yelling at this poor Angel demon, He is of the Holy kind and first of his kind, isnt that right Lord Cyanide?'' The priestess asked.

"Correct Lady Kaede." Cyanide muttered the words his barrier grew stronger and the villagers stepped away in fear. He could not allow them to enter he didnt trust these villagers after a moment he coughed up blood and snarled.

[Raiyna]

Traipsing along the sodden path, rain water splashing over her combat boots and onto her thighs, Jaden blew her auburn bangs out of her face in an exasperated manner. She was filthy. Various cuts and bruises lined her arms and legs, and the downpour of a few hours ago had soaked completely through her clothes, wife beater and all. Her boots were beyond muddy, she’d dropped her messenger bag in a few puddles along the way, and every five minutes her stomach moaned in protest at the berries she had found on a bush a while back. In addition to the absence of a toothbrush, she hadn’t showered in three days. Where was she supposed to bathe? The river? She grimaced at the thought. Three days in the feudal world were far past enough for her.

She kept her eyes focused on the path beneath her feet so as to avoid particularly giant puddles and any catastrophe that would come with stepping in one. This day seemed disastrous enough without the added discomfort of wet socks. Heading around a bend in the path, however, she realized that disaster was always on the brink of dishing out more.

She heard it before she saw it, the thunderous roar that seemed to be coming from the very heart of the village she had just entered. And lifting her head to the skies in a weary manner, she saw it: two heavenly beings with wings and the whole nine yards going at it like there was no tomorrow, a torrential rain of blood falling around them as they sliced into one another. “You have got to be kidding me,” Jaden grumbled to herself. The energy coming from these two was immense, the aura striking. She crinkled her nose in response to this, wondering what the hell they were and what one had done to the other to invoke such ferocity.

The sight would have sent any normal human being running in the opposite direction, but Jaden found herself wandering closer to the scene, her feet moving of their own accord. Finally she came to a halt directly below the two demons, gazing up at them in a sort of trance, oblivious to the funny looks she was receiving for her odd attire and strange behavior. Recollecting herself, she became aware of a few people pointing no longer at the sky, but at her as well, their fear turning into a momentary confusion that quickly morphed into a renewed apprehension. She opened her mouth to say something to these people, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips, but before she could say a word, the angel demon dropped directly at her feet, bleeding profusely.

Alarmed, she jumped back, her violet eyes widening but not a hiss escaping her perfect lips. Standing there in shock, she noticed that all the villagers were moving away from this strange man, muttering in hushed voices amongst themselves. A somewhat unwarranted lapse of anger surged through her, and her eyes flashed in accordance. She didn’t know this man, or his motives for that matter, but he was hurt. Why were they not helping him? And despite her fear, despite his intimidating snarl, she took a step closer to him, as much as the barrier would allow.

She squeezed her eyes shut like a child as she stood before him, trying to understand just what the hell she was doing. “Uhm…” she began, opening one violet eye to peer at him. “You’re hurt pretty bad, you know.” Mentally, she cursed her inability to say the right things at the right time. ~*Way to state the obvious, genius.*~