WAR!
I've been on this earth for over six hundred and twenty four years. Of those I have spent the last hundred in Italy. Moving from town to town every few years I've come to love this country. Speaking the language fluently and understanding their ways has made me comfortable in calling it home.
Home, however, was where I was born - Johannesburg, Africa. It was there at age fourteen that a hungry lioness and her young killed me. When my remains were left in the morgue, and I woke whole again my family took me and ran for fear of all our lives. It took many years for me to accept what I was. But when I did, my father - also an angel - taught me well.
I am strong and immune to most ways of destruction. I have been burned, stabbed, decapitated, disemboweled and shot. And yet here I am alive preparing for war. Mmmm war.
I love a good fight! I vowed after being mauled and dying nothing would ever kill me again! I train relentlessly in order to make sure of just that. My body sculpted to ensure my enemy can see how hard I work, how strong I am - how perfect my body is as a weapon.
My job is to hunt down rouge demons and destroy them. I'll admit I do tend to play with them a bit most of the time. Capturing them then letting them get away only to capture them again moments later over and over before finally killing them. A good game of cat and mouse gets me hot!
Demons fear me - humans and angels want me. Man, woman... they all desire me. Over years and years of lust-filled nights I have become a lover that one just does not walk away from. I can pleasure my lovers in way they have never known. I prefer other angels as lovers. Humans... I can not speak my mind entirely truthfully with them. And demons... well they have merit of course, but I have yet to meet one that deserves my skills.
You may think me arrogant. I would agree. But I only speak the truth.
Standing in the large room I play with my dagger, running its titanium tip against my leather jacket. My eyes following the angel introduced as Stan. He's quite tasty, but I sense by the way this Anderson scowls at me as I look Stan over that he must belong to the angel. Too many angels fall in love for my taste.
Love complicates the best things in life - sex and war.
Home, however, was where I was born - Johannesburg, Africa. It was there at age fourteen that a hungry lioness and her young killed me. When my remains were left in the morgue, and I woke whole again my family took me and ran for fear of all our lives. It took many years for me to accept what I was. But when I did, my father - also an angel - taught me well.
I am strong and immune to most ways of destruction. I have been burned, stabbed, decapitated, disemboweled and shot. And yet here I am alive preparing for war. Mmmm war.
I love a good fight! I vowed after being mauled and dying nothing would ever kill me again! I train relentlessly in order to make sure of just that. My body sculpted to ensure my enemy can see how hard I work, how strong I am - how perfect my body is as a weapon.
My job is to hunt down rouge demons and destroy them. I'll admit I do tend to play with them a bit most of the time. Capturing them then letting them get away only to capture them again moments later over and over before finally killing them. A good game of cat and mouse gets me hot!
Demons fear me - humans and angels want me. Man, woman... they all desire me. Over years and years of lust-filled nights I have become a lover that one just does not walk away from. I can pleasure my lovers in way they have never known. I prefer other angels as lovers. Humans... I can not speak my mind entirely truthfully with them. And demons... well they have merit of course, but I have yet to meet one that deserves my skills.
You may think me arrogant. I would agree. But I only speak the truth.
Standing in the large room I play with my dagger, running its titanium tip against my leather jacket. My eyes following the angel introduced as Stan. He's quite tasty, but I sense by the way this Anderson scowls at me as I look Stan over that he must belong to the angel. Too many angels fall in love for my taste.
Love complicates the best things in life - sex and war.