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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 8:55 pm
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Damian felt his soul sink. He was conflicted with Myka, but he loved his children more than anything. To hear his own son say how much he despised him, there was nothing more painful than that. His entire world was beginning to crack and threaten to shatter, and for a split second he felt as if Erik could help him. He knew the pain, after all, he'd understand. But then the angel heard the princess and turned to her, his eyes filled with the shattered defeat and bottomless grief. He couldn't help his family on his own, they would only hate him as Ben did, but if he could help at least Roy from marrying someone he doesn't love while watching over his family closer... Maybe, just maybe..... Maybe all this pain would go away. "When are you marrying Roy?" Damian asked in barely a whisper, frightened that the sadness overflowing through his body would seep into his voice, and some did.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:08 pm
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 5:02 pm
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Letting out a small sigh as he walked into the graveyard with roses in hand, Belyi gave a soft sigh as he knelt beside the grave he'd made for Nikolai. placing the flowers on the ground with out a word, the angel pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke in silence next to the tombstone. Brushing his bangs from his face, he sighed and let out a long drag of smoke. He'd changed a lot since Nikolai's death. shorter hair, no contacts, he was even wearing men's clothes. but the biggest change had to be his attitude. he'd grown a lot moodier lately. angrier too. and most of the time, there was a cigarette either in his mouth or in his hand. Epythiyani pouted lightly as she looked at the angel from behind a tree, her friend Cybil just a ways behind her. "how long has he been like this?" she whispered, turning to the prophetess with a pout. "long enough. now please, bring Nikolai back so he can fix this!" she frowned, crossing her arms. nodding, Epi gave a sigh and closed her eyes, trying to summon the lazy man's spirit back from hell.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 5:52 pm
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Without a host to give it a body - or a gender - Sloth had taken on its true, before-host form, a blue goat. Oh, how it despised this wretched form! Goats were disgusting, always eating random objects that were both edible and inedible. Why didn't Gluttony have the goat? Why could Sloth keep the snake like in its powers?! Sighing, the goat shook its head and glanced up at the two beings talking to each other. It would wander around of its own free will had it not been for two things: one, it was far too lazy to even think of such a thing, and two, since its soul was still inside Cybil's staff, an invisible chain kept it within a two foot radius of the staff. "Hurry, darling, I miss my body terribly so!" the Sin whined and stomped one of its legs in impatience. "Have you any idea how difficult it is to be so charismatic in this kind of form?" it whined then looked to where the handsome angel-boy was, seeing faint marks pulsate above Nikola's grave.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:00 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:24 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:29 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:14 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:33 pm
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The brown-haired man shifted when Belyi sat in front of him. Feeling the cool hand against his face, the man slowly opened his hazel eyes, grogginess and slight confusion veiling them. He blinked slowly to see the silver-haired man tearfully hug him, waking him up further. Nikolai blinked a few more times, trying to register what was happening, or where he was. By the looks of it, he was in a graveyard. As for why... Why? "Umm.... It's not that I don't enjoy handsome men waking me up, dearie," he managed to say, having to pause for a second to get used to using his voice again. "but who are you? And why am I here?" He couldn't even imagine this man being Belyi. This handsome, tough looking man being the soft, fragile Belyi he knew. Belyi... Grigori.... Nikolai softened up. He still remembered dying in his arms, and the irony of it all always made him chuckle bitterly. Oh, that's right, he was dead, wasn't he? "Ah, I get it now." he finally said while patting the man's back. "I'm still in Hell, hmm? Which angry ex of mine are you, darling? 547? Remind me how we've met then feel free to torture me anyway you see fit."
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:39 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:58 pm
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