Thank me later

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TAG: @Gabriel Moerani <3
TIME: Wednesday 14th of April 2021, 19.23 PM.
WEATHER: Partially cloudy, 7°C and dropping.
PLACE: The park at Aston.
SURROUNDINGS: The sun is beginning to set on the horizon, almost empty of people, once in a while a car pass by on the street next to the park.
ATTIRE: Black doc Martins leather boots, black ripped skinny jeans, black leather belt, mini pack back in black leather, mustard yellow oversize knitted sweater with a longsleeved slim-fitting blouse under link, makeup mascara and cover colored winged eyeliner link, loose hair with her natural curls pushed over to the same side.
OTHER: Speaks with a strong American accent and she got the ability to see emotions as an aura surrounding peoples bodies when touching skin aginst skin she can either choose to feel or let the other person feel the feelings as if it was their own
(the different colors and what emotions they resemble are under her profile, under powers).

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Thank me later RxNaxbf

The rumble was loud, almost like a roaring tiger and et surely felt like one of the big cats had taken a seat in her stomach. Letting not only Aelin know how long it was since she ate, but also anybody passing her by. The tip of the tongue moved across her bottom lip all while she under her breath whispered to her belly, as it would ever listen “Hush now.”. She really needed to find some food on her way home, because knowing herself a little too well she knew that once home she wouldn't take the time to make some food. Aelin was running over her fast food options as the sun settled, bathing everything in soft lightning and turning the clouds into piles of pinkish candyfloss or so they looked like.
Trapped in her own web of thought, debating between sushi or Mexican, she didn't really seem to notice how quiet the park was. Given the time of the day, it wasn't that weird that most people already had headed home. But this type of quiet wasn't typical. it had an uneasy feel to it, almost as if she shadows got eyes and was following the smallest movement across the paths in the park.

Around halfway through the park, the first one stepped forward with a smile on its lips, expose its teeth as a snarly wolf would before biting the neck. It blocked the way with ease, demanding the werewolf to look up from her phone and acknowledge its presence. The aura halo was pitch black, swallowing every other color. it reeked of evil and the longer she laid eyes on the creature, the darker the black seemed to be “What the...?” it burst out, almost in a mumble. She had never seen anything like it before, seen how the black color looked like thick tar.
Turning on her heel, Aelin tried to step back to where she came from when three more stepped closer, out of noting? Making it difficult to believe her own eyes, she blinked a few times, only to learn they didn't disappear. “What do you want? You can take anything you want, just take the bag and go, please.” she grabbed one of the straps on the bag, ready to throw it at them to take.
The first of the creatures, demon to be precise, took a step closer with a laugher that made her blood turn to ice "Anything you say?" one more step forward, eating away from the distance between the demons and the wolf. Before Aelin got the chance to answer, closed the last distance by grabbing at the arm and force it backward and upwards at the same time. Making Aelin gasp in pain and instant trying to get loose, only to find herself more trapped as another one joined the first in holding her still “Let me go!” she snarled throughout clenched teeth. "Ohh so we have a feisty one this evening?" the hand that had tried grabbing her around her jaw, pulled back as she tried to bite it.

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Clothes: A dark shirt with long sleeves, thick leather armour around his chest and arms and dark pants Link. There are holes in the back for his wings.
- Other: He's 2,08 meters tall + A Prosthetic located on his left arm, made from a metal that doesn't exist on Earth Link + Huge wings with a hint of grey + Unknown accent

It had been a while since he'd last been to Earth, a while since heød been amongst the humans and acted as if he in some ways wasn't stronger than them or for that matter wiser. He was a warrior of God, and therefore often had to save the humans, even if he wasn't much of a fan of them, but that was more of a personal thing, as it had been the humans who had hurt Chamuel, ripped her apart for their own greed. He did hate them for that, how easy it was for humans to fall to greed and lust, how easy it was for a human to turn against their own brethren, all for their own goals and gains. In a way he also pitied them, they had become Gods favourite, and now it was almost as if he'd turned his back on them, letting them live out their lifecycle, not really stepping in and saving them from their own doom.
As demons became more of the norm, Angels appeared to vanish more and more often, taken by the False Messiah and his followers and he did hold a particular grudge against the son of Satan and all the demons that had been born from the creation of Lilith, the snake of the garden. It made his blood boil when he saw a Demon, and he just wanted to end each and every one of them, kill them just as slowly as they had killed his sisters and brothers. It, therefore, made sense, when he was a young woman being attacked by demons, that he didn't just fly on but rather chose to do something about it.
His landing was both graceful, yet demanded respect, almost like when a tiger made its entrance, beautiful and so dangerous at the same time. His wings were extended as he rose from his lowered position. For many Demons he was a known figure, and one to fear as he never showed any remorse or any mercy, it did not matter what kind of Demon one was, a Demon was an enemy and all enemies were to die. His eyes cold and ruthless, as he looked upon the Demons, quickly moving towards the one closest to the girl, taking a hold of his neck with his metal arm, and then throwing him back. The man would be thrown quite a lot further than any normal human was able to pull a person away and the landing would not be kind.
His gaze then locked on his next target, like a predator locating itøs next victim and he would not be kind when he was to take down these foul beings, being in his eyes that were beneath him in any way possible. His right arm, which had been laid by his side, held on to a mace, of which the head was quite massive and therefore a danger to anyone coming to close. He raised his arm, holding the weapon towards the demons, almost like a promise to them, that they may run now or else they would taste his anger.

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“I swear to God I'll bite your fingers off if you touch me!” she replied, ignoring the laughter of the demons. Laughing as she just told them some kind of a joke without even realizing it - and she didn't, because how could she know that telling a treat with God as a witness was the most kliché thing to tell a flock of demons? She didn't even know that demons excited at this point. The demon who had tried to grab her head leaned closer to her face, locking eyes with the blond woman, sending her a smile that showed his pointed teeth in a low, guttural sound as if he was an angry dog "God? Sweet innocent child, your God has turned his eyes away from your kind, a long time ago. He won't come to your rescue nor will he help you biting anything.".
Trying to bite the hand only kept it away for so long. Eventually, the demon succeeded in grabbing around her jaw with an iron first, making Aelin whimper in pain “Let go of me...!” she begged, trying even harder to get her arms free, to push the one in front of her away with a solid punch. Making the other demon holding her arms behind her, forcing the arm up against the sky causing a sharp pain in the shoulders, leaving a burning sensation running down her spine in a loud groan. “F-fuck you.” she spat out in a slight stutter and watery eyes, before seeing her chance. The teeth sank in deep, close to leaving an intense tangy taste of sweet iron on her tongue. Demon howl as he tried to yank his hand free from her mouth, only making Aelin bit even harder down "Bitch!".
She hadn't seen the fist before it hit her right under the temple, over the cheekbone. Making everything blackens for a solid minute with the legs giving in under her before getting a hold of herself. Laying on the ground down on all fours, she looked up with a glimpse of stars and lighting floating around in her sight. That was when she saw him coming down from above. At first thinking, she had lost her mind or even worse, dying. Her head was aching in pain after the punch, but all that was running over and over in her head was that she didn't want to die, not now!
The angel landed not far from her but with such grace that she found it hard not to stare, not believing her own eyes and just for a brief moment forgetting all about the demons surrounding her. That was until reality hit her like a brick through a window. Without any effort, the demon closes to Aelin got tossed through the air screaming as he hit first a lampost, making the light go out before landing hard on the pavement, gasping for air.
With a hand lifted to her head, she got up from the ground “Watch out!” she warned the winged man, as one of the other demons launched forward towards him, before making a full stop when the angel raised his weapon. A few glances got exchanged between the remaining demons before they without a word in solidarity decided it was for the better to leave while still having all limbs. Leaving Aelin with what she still hasn't realized was an actual angel and not just some delusion caused by a concussion.
Leaning her head back, turning her face up against the sky while closing her eyes tight, a strained sound was let out “It's fine, everything is going to be fine. Nothing happened, I'm alive.” she vocalized, trying to calm herself down before opening the eyes, convinced that she would find herself alone in the park. The eyes widened when they landed on the dark-haired man with eagle wings, obvious in shock and disbelieve as the mouth moved open and shut a couple of times, without any word leaving them.

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He was almost inviting the demons to attack, because not only would he not show any mercy to them, he would get them to regret every life choice up to this moment. Even if he didn't care much for humans or whatever she was, it was his duty to save them from Lilith's irritating offsprings. So when the girl tried warning him and the demon wanted to launch at him, oh he wanted him to do it, just to remind them of how ruthless his dear Mace was, he would have ended them all with the hit in the head of this heavy colossal piece that was on the head, of course, the spikes didn't make it so comfortable. So he wasn't really that surprised, when all it took from them was a stare at him and his raced mace, for them to then run away, like the cowards they were.
With the demons gone, he turned to the woman, after she more or less got his attention by speaking. However, he did quickly find out she wasn't exactly talking to him, but it was more of a self-calming thing. He turned towards her and started walking the last few steps to where her body was lying on the ground, probably rather soaked in the water on the ground. The mace was put away, and gloves were put on, as to not put too much attention to his metal arm and without any further, he lifted her up in his arm, in what could be described as a bridal position.
"Do you live close by?" he asked, his voice rough and yet gentle in a way, with an accent that couldn't quite be placed. His eyes looked down upon her, and his wings were still out in the open. It must have been quite the sight, almost as if taken directly from a painting, a woman in the arms of an angel, who had just in a way saved her life. Though if she tried to touch the feathers, she would find them hard and some of them quite sharp, like tiny knives along with his wings.

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Why did he have wings, and why did he look like some medieval knight with his armor and mace?! Feeling as it had been a hot minute before she no longer stood speechless, staring as if he was some kind of unicorn who just fall from the sky above. She finally came to her senses, or as much the increasing panic permitted. Catching a glimpse of the metal hand, before it got covered by the glove when he stepped closer and without asking, preceded to place one arm under her legs and the other behind her back under the armpit, lifting her as if she was his bride and weighted nothing more than a feather. Without resistance she let him do it, feeling safe from the moment that he got near to her big amazement.
Still, she let out a sound of surprise, clearing her throat “I-I...” she strutted caught a bit off guard while closing her arms around his shoulders, making sure if he decided to let go she wouldn't just fall. Taking a deep breath in, the eyes shortly closed before open, looking right at his face “I live in Oakheart in the pedestrian street, apartment no. 6.” she answered with a confused look in the brown eyes and the red swollen face. You shouldn't tell him where you live, he would injure you. the voice of reason whispered in her head, only to find itself shaken out right away, making room for another thought he wouldn't do me any harm. I would know. Trusting her gut feeling and the colors in the halos surrounding his body in a strong mix of feather white, saddle brown, sand brown, sky blue, and pitch black.
The eyes slowly moving to the side, gazing at the wings tempted to reach out and touch, checking if they but any chance was real. They looked real even this close. Succumbing to the inclination Aelin moved one arm so she could run her fingertips over the feathers. Surprised to find them hard and sharp “Ouch.” she mumbled before removing her hand and putting one of the fingers in between the lips, sucking the blood away from the cut one of the edges had made in her skin.