say goodnight [opened]

[Parisa]

Hands were gripped with a tight hand. A whisper was said into her ear. A crime was being committed before her eyes. The Nourishment Angel couldn't do anything. Helpless and scared she screamed.

Screaming and kicking, yelling for the life of another, but the strong restraints were much too powerful for the fragile angel. Streams of water flowed down her rosy cheeks like a river as she yanked and pulled- trying to get free. Yanking which way and flinging herself to get free, she cried out for the angel before her. A deep cry came from another and the Nourishment Angel gaped and shook in terror. The angel was going to scream again but the sudden hand over her mouth tried to hide the sound of her high pitching shrieks. Worn out from all the screaming, the crying, and useless movements to get free, the angel fell to her knees on the cold concrete. The tight grips around her wrists disappeared with the sound of fluttering wings. Her hands fell to the ground before her, the gravel scratching up her palms and knees as she moved forward to grab the hand of a lost friend, a murdered family member, a best friend. Her hand was cold and as the overhead street lamp flickered one could see the large wings on the concrete around the corps.

The sounds of sirens came out clear and were approaching fast- the angel did not care, she wasn't going to leave her friend behind. It was her fault. All her fault for the death of Calista. For the death of Ramiel, and even the death of Zophiel. There was a murdering of angels going on and even she couldn't do a damn thing about it. Parisa was nothing but a nourishment angel, she wasn't strong physically, she wasn't a protection angel of any sort. She was fragile, small, and weak. Though her powers could be great she must be touching an angle to save them, these murderers knew that and kept her a distance where she couldn't touch them but she'd have to watch them suffer. Every death this week of an angel was around her- she tried, so very hard to stay away from them- to try and keep them safe, they were not safe around her.

What might be worse was that she didn't even know this murderer- they kept themselves well hidden, even she didn't know why or who.

[Micheal Demiourgos]

Micheal had been aware since the first murder. Something was killing angels but it was not one of their own. A demon had gotten ahold of an angelic blade somehow and was wasting angels left and right. Killing of his brethren was enough for the Commander of the Holy Host and Heavenly army to leave Heaven. Micheal acquired a vessel of a religious drug addict who wished to be saved and for his devotion to Micheal "Jack Stone" would be allowed into heaven.

Transporting himself to the dumped body of the last angel to be killed Micheal was surprised to see a lower level Nourishment angel there. Upon his entrance the blinding white light covered his appearance and the emanating feelings of spiritual ecstasy oozed off of the Archangel. Even this low level angel would feel at peace. Slowly walking over to kneeling angel, Micheal placed his hand upon her head. He healed the wound inflicted upon her. "It will be alright my child......I am here now."

[Parisa]

For quiet some time the angel was frightened for her own well-being, the emotions that had come along as she fulfilled her job here on earth in this child-like vessel made her grow curious. She began to worry, many angels she knew held emotion right before falling from grace. The Nourishment Angel kept faith, she knew He was real, He had been before her many times before she was rewarded this job. Parisa was frightened, instead of being like every other angel she was developing emotions so she searched for other angels seeking help. What scared her was feeling sorrow and anger most. Now sorrow layed before her on the concrete under the flickering lamp as her sister grew stone cold. Anger grew deep within with each killing, with each blood shed in front of her. Parisa was helpless.

As water flowed down the vessel's rosy cheeks she held tight to the murdered angel's hand, pouting out her bottom lip and trying to find reasoning for what had just happened before her. Mentally she promised herself she would no longer consult with other angels if it wasn't business related, she simply placed them in to harm's hands by seeking their opinions and comfort. Clinching her jaw shut the bright white lights to her side took all attention from the corps of her dear friend. The feeling she was confronted with was pleasant, something she missed and enjoyed immensely. Upon the lights fading she took in the warm feeling to see one standing before her. He approached, placing a hand upon her head and healing the hurt upon her. This feeling, this vibe she received from him made it quiet clear as to whom he might be. Parisa asked not of his name nor his occupation, but simply for help. "Please, oh please-" She sniffled, "stop this if you can.." her eyes staring up at him with hope. Perhaps this was to be the end, perhaps he could stop this, she prayed.

[Micheal Demiourgos]

"Please, oh please-" She sniffled, "stop this if you can.."

Micheal knelt down beside her. "I swear on Our Father I will bring the culprit of this heinous crime to justice. The death of our brethren stops here. Now then...." Micheal wiped away the tears from the young angel's face. "See all better. I already have a suspect for who has been committing these atrocities. He is a demon named Krask. He is the only one I have been made aware of who could have bested a foot soldier for their weapon. And he will be dealth with swiftly and mercilessly....."

As Micheal rose to his feet, he gently pulled the other angel to her feet as well. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to come with me....in case I am in need of nourishment." Micheal could sense the feelings of helplessness coming from this angel. Micheal wanted to give her satisfaction in helping catch and punish her friend's killer. "I am sorry, how rude of me. I am Micheal, Commander of the Heavenly Army. What is your name my child?"