Leticia tugged on through the tough terrain, up ahead she could see the vast forest that served as a border between the two worlds - of demons and a few loose Angels and where she was, the vast wasteland where the war had been fought. The blood spilled hard soaked right into the ground, turning the once fruitful land into emptiness. Nothing could grow here anymore and it was now a toxic place but creatures still flew above the place so a "thing" like her, covered entirely in the huge black cloak she had on would be an easy pick for them. The black cloak stood out sharply in contrast to the brown empty land, reasons why she only moved at night, when it was dark. At this pace, she would get to the edge of the forest before the first light of dawn.
She travelled light, beneath the cloak were two pouches, one full of gold coins and the other with silver coins. Spending gold coins, she knew, would attract a lot of unwanted attention which was something she couldn't afford to deal with right now. A lone human deliberately treading in the world of demons and Angels. With Angels, she had a sure chance of being useful and kept alive, with demons she would also be useful but more useful dead. Human blood was like gold to them.
"Leticia Moore! You are forbidden to go on this volatile quest in search of your brother!"
She remembered the elders warning clearly, they would not give her any form of support. But then she didn't entirely need their support, just what they had in supply, so she had stolen into the chamber where they were being kept. Asphax, the Angel disguise was one thing she needed. It was a scent of sort to cover the human smell. Demons and Angels could smell a human when one came a little close, Asphax on her would hide that. She would have that unique Angel scent.
The sword she had taken was beneath the cloak, it was the only sword known to have pierced through the skin of an Angel during the great war so it was a priceless gem to the elders, if they found it missing and her missing it wouldn't take long to put two and two together, she would eventually be termed a traitor. She wouldn't mind that title, she would face the consequences after returning with her brother and she would only return with her brother.
She paused when she heard screeching from above and she looked up. Demons, they had come to hunt. Scavengers was what they called them, scavenging for human to pick. She laid on the ground in a ball and covered herself with the cloak, blending into the rocks, she wasn't ready to face a demon. They had all been trained in the fine art of war, all the able humans male and female, right from a very tender age, her sixteen year old brother was a warrior himself but none of them had fought an actual demon. She had faith in her skills but just wasn't ready to prove it. She laid there a while until the screeching was over.
When she got to the edge of the forest, the sub was just coming up. She poured a little of the Asphax from it's container onto her palm and applied it to her skin, it burned a little. U
She unsheathed her sword and held it gingerly in her right hand as she proceeded into the forest. She heard more screeching and fear registered in her body, she placed a hand on the bottle of Asphax which was tied to her waist, contemplating to apply more to her skin but she shook her head. It would be best to use only as little as she could, it lasts on the body for only forty eight hours and she couldn't afford to waste it without knowing how long she would be out here. She continued walking.
She had only walked a little distance when she saw something glistering deeper in the forest. It was huge and seemed to be moving. She approached it carefully and only when she had gotten close enough did she realize what it was. Here, in the midst of the forest was a sleeping Angel and he was huge. Leticia thought on what to do; she should run, she should hide, she should try to kill him, the sword in her possession was known to have pierced through Angel's skin. She stepped closer to his face and got down, he reeked of alcohol. Drunk? Angels drink? She didn't know this. Reaching out, she moved his hair away from his face, my God he was beautiful, but then all Angels were beautiful but she had never seen one up so close.
She watched him sleep, his wings brightening and dimming with each breath he took. She brushed her hand over the feathers and marveled at them, she giggled, momentarily lost, then she thought to pluck a feather. Why, she didn't know but she did pluck one, with one powerful yank. She froze when she felt him stop breathing, then he resumed.
The feather in her hand was huge and still shone, her eyes widened at the treasure then she looked back at his face and her heart seized to beat when she saw his eyes watching her with his brows furrowed. His golden brown eyes burned through hers and when he shifted to sit up, she fainted.
What will the angel do to herr! But he's a drunk angel OnO do they have that capability for lust?