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Pet Name: Quench
Owner: Athlyn
Theme / Type: Oceanic Belragoth
Born: April 3, 2010
Gender: Male

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 2
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 2
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 3

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 7/1254 [ View Foods ]

Thank you Inu for this angel.

Avatar made by Aurora

I will always love You
Why couldn't You just keep a secret?

Name: Sachael
Nickname: Quench
Age: Ancient
Race: Angel
Gender: Male
Occupation: Angelic Blacksmith
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single
Skin: Greyish
Hair: White
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 193 lbs
Height: 6' 1"

Personality: Very kind, caring and sincere. He doesn't say a lot, but when he does speak, it's words of wisdom, kindness and guidance.

Art done by Fox

A tall, thin man laid on his stomach in a satin clad bed, his back falling and rising slowly, his breathing short and even. He was a asleep, his wings curled up against him and his white hair flowing across the pillows. Small sounds escaped his lips as he mumbled and spoke while he slept. "Aviltarion" was the only word audible out of the whole speech.

The angel walked down the street, his wings hidden from mortals and his eyes scanning the area, he had been sent down to earth for the first time to see if there were any special materials the humans had created that he could use for future weaponry. He was so lost in his thought, amused and intrigued by everything that he hadn't noticed the people around him, resulting in the young angel to walk flat in to the solid chest of another man. At first Sachael saw him as a regular human, dark red hair and brown eyes but when he looked at him carefully, he saw the red eyes shinning through the demon's veil. "I-i-i I'm sorry." The angel stuttered out as he backed away from the large demon. He had never encountered a demon before, and he was terrified. The angel was a respectful blacksmith, but he simply crafted the weapons, he didn't use them, therefore he felt like he was in extreme danger and never expected to run in to a follower of the underworld during his short visit. "It's fine." The demon's voice was slathered in a heavy Russian accent, and his lips curled up in tot a kind smile that reached his eyes. "Accidents happen." The demon continued to speak, taking a step closer to the angel, trying to slouch a but so his height didn't intimidate Sachael. The demon leaned in close, the angel froze in place, his heart racing like a jack rabbits, but his body froze like a deer in headlights. "Your wings are lovely." The demon smiled against the shell of Sachael's ear, then backed off. "Thank you..." He was confused as to why the demon wasn't cruel or trying to eat him or something, he had been taught that all demons were spawns of evil, yet this one seemed kind. Perhaps it was all just a mask to try and get close to the angel? And he wasn't in the mood to find out the hard way, the angel nodded his head once more as a silent good bye then walked by the demon.
"Let me take you for dinner! Their food is rather tasty." The demon called out to him, turning on his heals the angel saw the expression on the other man's face, it was filled with fear and hope, fear the angel would say no, and hoping the angel would say yes.

Indeed the angel agreed, "Sachael." He put his hand out, "Aviltarion." The man took his hand in his, kissed the back of it and let go. They made their way to a nice local restaurant, spent the time talking, intrigued by each other. They ended up spending the whole night together, just enjoying each others company.

Come mid night, the two men laid in a field, the sky clear and the stars shinning. "It's beautiful." Sachael sighed, laying on his back, his wings carefully laid beneath him. "I know something even more beautiful." The demon looked over to the angel, the angel raising an eyebrow. "You." Was all Aviltarion said before leaning up and propping himself above Sachael, their lips touching moments later.

Come the end of the night, they were still in the field, only now the Sachael was curled up against Aviltarion, his chest rising and falling slowly. He had fallen asleep, content and happy, Aviltarion's high body temperature kept him warm. Aviltarion laid awake, though dared not to move so he wouldn't wake the sleeping angel.

Sachael rolled in his sleep, his hand moving around the bed as if looking for something. Moment later the angel was fully awake, his eyes looking around the room and the empty bed, a sigh escaped his lips and tears fell from his hazel eyes. He climbed out of the bed, wrapping the satin sheet around his waist and walked out on to the balcony that was attached to his room, looking down at earth from the heaven's the angel spoke to the empty night.

"I miss you my demon, what I would do to get back to you."

The words were true, but he was well aware there was no way to get back to the demon, his eyes dropped, looked at his feet and more tears started to fall as he looked at the shackle attached to his ankle. It only allowed him to move around his home and his forging area. It was his punishment and imprisonment for falling in love with a demon. The only reason he was not locked in a cell was his blacksmithing skills, they could not seem to find someone to replace him in the ranks. Sacheal sat on the cold stone and continued to sob, his knees pressed to his chest. When morning came, he'd pull himself together and return to the strong, quiet angel everyone knew him as, but for the time being, in the silence and comfort of his own home, he was able to show his pain.

"Aviltarion..." He whispered, his body slumping over resulting in him laying on the stone in the fetal position. Tears continued to fall until he fell asleep where he laid.

Aviltarion and Sachael were out together like they normally were, their night ending in the same field where they had spent their first night together. They had made it a habit to go, lay and look up at the stars once a week.

The two laid peacefully in each others arms, not a sound could be heard and moment later Sachael was pulled by his wings in to a standing position, Aviltarion standing up quickly to try and defend the angel only to find it was other angels who had ripped the two apart. Sachael was apprehended by three angels, while four other angels went after the now aggressive demon. Blades made of white fire were pulled from the sheaths on the four angel's hips.

Aviltarion was pushed to the limits and finally his body gave, causing him to collapse to the ground all while Sachael was struggling and screaming at the angels to stop. His heart was racing, he was about to loose the man he loved unless he stepped in. "You have broken the barrier between Angels and Demons, correlations and love are forbidden! You should know better demon!" One of the angels snapped at him, lifting the sword up and aimed for Aviltarion's heart. "Stop!" Sachael cried, still being held by the other angels, keeping him at bay. "I will take full punishment! Banish him to earth, that is all I ask!" He continued to plea, the demon looking at him, his eyes wide and his head shaking wildly. "It was I who pushed the boundaries, do not punish him for my mistakes!" He continued to try and struggle, finally the blade was dropped and in bed it's self in to the ground right next to Aviltarion's head. "Consider it a gift and a warning." The sword wielder grunted out, signaling the angels to let him go. The angels backed off and left in a flash.

They were back in the heavens and Sachael was thrown to the cold marble floor before the courts immediately upon arrival back home. Raguel, the archangel of justice stared down at his from his high thrown. "You have broken a law Sachael! And you are to be punished." His expression was cold "Since you are irreplaceable you will be bound to your home, unable to ever leave. All tools, materials and needs will be brought to you sparingly.Now get off my floor before I change my mind and settle with a lower skilled blacksmith and rid myself of your filth!." He snapped, Sachael picked himself up, held his head high as he was escorted to his home, chained up and left there.

"Aviltarion!" He cried out, crumbling once he was alone.

"Aviltarion!" He had also cried it out in his sleep, causing his body to jerk back awake, shivering against the cold stone of the balcony.

"I'm sorry I can't make it back to you my demon."

It was starting to get bright out, which meant his materials were to be delivered soon and another long day with the forges was about to start. Another day where he would wear his mask to hide his pain.

If lost or taken please give me back to Athlyn

Converse?

Righteous says "Sure, let's get going!" Elijah was bursting with excitement and currently being in form of a young boy made it much harder to hide it.

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