[Writing Prompt]: In a world of angels and demons, humans are a rare commodity and any who survived the great war are in hiding. Now years after the war started, your little brother has gone missing. The elders forbid you from searching for him, claiming it's too dangerous, too volatile. You leave anyway, only to run face first into a handsome renegade angel, with a sword in his hands and death in his eyes. He sees your desperation, your humanity and promises you one thing; he will help you on your journey or die trying. With your brother missing and humans being sold to the highest supernatural bidder, you don't have time to be wary. It's you and one broken angel against the whole world.
Liam slured in his speech as he tried to narrate his sad sad story to the bartender who was in no way pitiful towards him but kinda liked the way he kept the other listeners happy and eager to buy more drinks for both him and themselves. The place was called Smokes and it was a place where one would come to seek demons to do dirty jobs, it was like a hidden, mini black market of a sort and it was welcomed to all dark things and creatures, it was also opened to angels too but then the beings of higher intellect, power and all their fancy status would never be caught in this place.
Angels also did dirty jobs. Ohh yes, in every good, there had to be a bad egg to spoil the crate but even the bad Angels never came here, instead they sent their slaves - humans, or if they had demon friends, they did their dirty works for them, because sending a human in here was only asking for death. Humans were now believed to be extinct so any human found was as good as a mountain heap of gold. The demons needed them, their bodies served as a good vessel to transfer or summon another demon, if not that then the bloods of humans could be used to conjure a pretty powerful potion, or their flesh could be on the menu for a higher price. But they were better of used than eaten, but death was sure.
The only human who could walk in here quite freely was Bell, a man servant to Renard, the most powerful Angel who ruled the world as it was. Renard was a bad egg, you could say the baddest egg, he dealt with powerful demons but never had one for a friend. Renard was shrewd, but wise enough to know that demons were never faithful, reasons why he settled for the human servant. Bell couldn't be hurt, it would mean war on the demons and they knew they didn't stand a chance, that piece of information rested heavily on Bell's shoulder and puffed up his pride. In this bar, he was a mini god.
The demons gathered round Liam, enjoying his sorry story, buying him more drinks and laughing at his predicament. In all, Liam had downed five bottles and was on his sixth, the waitress who passed made eye contact with him as winked, her forked tongue slithered out of her mouth to lick her lips seductively. The dangerous colour of red on her lips glimmered in the dull light when her saliva rubbed on it.
Liam smiled and stretched out a hand to grab a hold of her. She giggled and whipped out a tail, caressing his cheek, neck and bare chest with it before blowing him a kiss and striding away, her pronounced hips swinging with the music.
"I think I'm in love." Liam clutched at his chest and laid his head on the bar table, smiling.
"Haha, Liam Reid." A demon sitting close to him spoke, tapping Liam on the shoulder, "You cannot be in love, not with Phidian at least." The other people joined in the laughter.
Liam rose from the table and frowned. "And why not? Why can't I?" He hiccuped.
"Because she's a demon Liam." The bartender replied him, slamming another bottle on the counter in front of him.
"Demon? Yeah." He took a gulp. "And what am I?" He smirked.
"What are you, Liam Reid?"
"What am I?" He repeated getting up. He staggered a bit before standing still, he took a hold of the think brown coat he had on and pulled.
"I am...." He tore off the coat, letting it fall to the ground. On his back were two mighty wings which spread out wide and shine with such powerful light that it immediately incinerated the two demons standing close behind him. Liam smiled, unaware of the two demons he had just burnt. He placed his arms on either side of his body, his toned muscles stood out powerfully and intimidatingly. He stood a good six feet and eleven inches tall, taller than any other person in the bar.
"I am an Angel."
A roar of laughter rise from the bar and someone threw a bottle at Liam which caught him in the temple, he fell to the ground and his once vibrant wings folded back, loosing their brightness. He folded up on the floor and laughed with them, then slowly, his laugher turned into sobs. He stayed on the cold floor and wrapped himself up in his coat, his past life came rushing to him, cascading over him like a waterfall over a small rock. He laid on the floor and little by little, drifted into unconsciousness as the demons emptied drinks all over him.
He had accepted his fate, that he would never be able to rise to the pinnacle of power which he once held. Liam Reid, the lost Angel, defeated and humiliated and now laid wasted as the only Angel in this bar full of demons. He slept off, the laughter, chants an hoots of the demons registered in his brain as the last noise he heard.
@Ozzyy @Hanzell I'm kicking off another series!! Let it be all Angels, all demons, a dash of humans and a whole lot of action on the way. Lol
Okay let'sss goooooo. I've been away for damn too long!