I don't see the same as before {Open}

[Kira Justinian]

The city was cast in the pale light of dusk. There was a light mist hanging in the streets still air. With no wind to stir it there appeared to be small clouds, though far less dense than those in the sky. Walking quietly through the ruined lower districts Kira stopped at the cracked rim of a once great fountain. It no longer flowed water, and the statue of an angle had split almost in half. Regarding the masculine figure with a small frown she spread her own wings. “What was so different between us?” she whispered running a hand along the soft top edge of her right wing. We both have wings, we both have powers. And I know better than to think you were all pure. She resisted the urge to further destroy the statue before her and busied a hand fiddling with the collar at her throat instead. Letting it fall to ruin would be more traumatizing to those citizens that still had faith. Just watch your precious city fade. And in some twisted turn of fate a voice rose pleading from behind her.

“Please, angel,” it was broken by sobs, but clearly female. “Save us.”
It was rare for her to be mistaken for one of the blessed creatures, but with such poor lighting and with her wings outspread it was understandable. A small smirk crept across her face before she replaced it with a gentle smile. Drawing one of her daggers she quickly slit her wrist, biting down on her lower lip to fight off her fear. The sight of her sliced wrist was enough to paralyse her, so Kira was careful not to look. Slipping the bloodied dagger back into its sheath at her waist she turned her wrist at such an angle it wouldn’t be noticed.

“Yes child?” she asked in a smooth, soft voice while turning to face the human. Kira kept her head angled downward so her dark face markings would be covered in shadow. “Oh please, there are demons everywhere,” the woman reached out, her grubby hands clinging to Kira’s simple white dress. Hair that might once have been blond was tangled and dirty. It really was pitiful and she had to repress a shudder. “Don’t worry, it will be over soon enough,” with a soft hand she stroked the woman’s cheek and drew her closer. Her other hand reached behind the woman’s back. Kito. A thin silver knife formed in her hand and the cut on her wrist burned for a second when she called its name in her mind. “Someday, you’ll realize what the problem is,” she whispered to the woman, and quickly sunk the knife into her back. The woman jerked back, and a gasping last breath left her. Eyes upturned they spoke of surprise, and betrayal. “Your angels left long ago, and I,” Kira said letting the woman drop and standing. “I am not even close.”

Closing her wings and rolling her shoulders Kira sighed. That was so sad. Humans still thinking they had a chance. “Just learn to accept it, you’re under a different ruling now. The angels left this world for a reason.” She spoke at the dead woman and with a look of disgust brushed off her dress. Opening her arms she let a small cloud of mist envelope her leaving her feeling slightly cleaner. Careful not to catch a glimpse of her bloodied wrist Kira brought it up to her lips and sucked the crimson liquid off before shaking it and shuddering. Hands back to her sides she glanced around. A few people stared, but when met with her stare quickly scuttled off without question. They knew better than to mess with someone like her down here in the lower district. So, what’s next?

[Elle Blanc]

"You didn't have to do that to her, you know." Elle's usually soft voice had a hard edge laced to it. Though she was standing casually, with her arms at her side and her legs slightly apart, she was ready for whatever happens next. She could easily bring out her daggers, hiding in their holsters in her lower arm, with a flick of her wrists; or she can easily get her guns underneath her black overcoat on her waist. Beside her stood Ralph. The wolf just stood there; and like his mistress, he was casual. He wasn't in an aggressive stance. He wasn't even snarling. Not yet. Until the demon makes the next move.

Elle was supposed to do her weekly grocery shopping. It was a chore that she had to do over caring for her customers. Even though she wants to just order one of her staff to do them, none of them have the guts to step out in the streets of the lower district. Lots of trouble can happen in the lower district. She always tried to convince them otherwise so that she could care for the customers. She was the owner; she had to make sure that her restaurant was up to the customers' satisfaction. And she was also their bodyguard of sorts; she was the one who handled trouble, along with Ralph, of course.

Maybe they're right. As her staff feared, there was trouble out in the streets of the lower district. It was at the small plaza where a statue of an angel stood. It was made of stone with his wings spread out. It was simple, but there was elegance in its simplicity. Not that she supported the angels or their cause, but she was raised in a world where she can appreciate art. And the statue was definitely art.

A woman was asking help from an angel, the demon. Then she was killed for it. Of all things that Elle couldn't stand, it was violence. That's why she put up her restaurant, to help others in this war. To help out in the violence, give them a refuge. To give the a sanctuary. And for this murder to happen while she was there, well...She couldn't accept it.

She didn't hate demons. In fact, she has helped a fair share of demons and those who joined their side. For her, everyone was equal; they all needed help. And Elle was more than happy to provide that help that they need. But this demon. She didn't hate her, no. She despised her for killing an innocent woman who needed help. Things could be solved with just words. Without violence and the likes. So why?

And so that's how she got into this situation: facing a demon in the simple plaza. People were staring at them. More like, at me. Not many stood up against the angels or demons in this part of town. Most of them, of us are neutral in the war and only hope for peace, or at least a sense of normalcy. Even Elle was neutral, but what the demon did was... beyond words for her.