[Demons, Angels, and Shadows everywhere (save for those who have extreme amounts of self-control) are out partying and celebrating.  If one were to look out a window, the cause would become apparent: the full moon is out.

The Mall may or may not have messed with your clothes for this occasion, amongst various other pranks it may have possibly ( Read more... )

*This strange being with scales on his neck isn't entirely acting like most newcomers. That is, he's not panicking and doesn't necessarily seem confused at first glance. What might clue you in (other than the fact that he hasn't been seen here before) is the way his eyes linger on the shops, the bustle of demons and humans. An eyebrow arches ( Read more... )

*An angel has appeared suddenly, wandering the ruined world of the Mall Vortex.* This...I do not recognize any of this. Arata...did you make it to our destination safely? *A long pause.* Arata? Arat- Abel! ...Oh, no. Remiel? Kazfiel? Answer me*He sighs, stopping and leaning against a wall, tired from the enhanced drain the stress curses ( Read more... )

*There is a pair of winged beings at the edge of a gaping hole in the ground, nothing but empty cavern beneath.

The bound_creator is covered in blood and unconscious, breathing very shallowly.

The other, Mastema, is stirring awake, but very sluggish. Though he seems to have no wounds, he appears to be just as weak as his master.

Something terrible has ( Read more... )

*There is a sight not many have seen since the Conception. A tall, strange being is flying through the air, adarkerangel at his side ( Read more... )

*Mastema is curled up out in the open, sleeping fitfully. Magatsuhi escapes his restless form quickly, and a quartet of Lilims are taking advantage of his nightmare and gathering it, drinking greedily.

Looks like someone got Dormina'd. Care to stop them, wake him, or perhaps take this magatsuhi for yourself?*

*Asherah's grove has combined into one giant tree, and that's where the goddess, her mate, and one angel have found safety. It rises above the desolate plain of the Vortex like a beacon. Should one approach, she will gladly let you in. But on one condition: That there will be no fighting over alignment or anything else. There's plenty of room in ( Read more... )

*Virtue looks like a completely different angel compared to the weeping mess he was at the party. The only trait that identifies him as the very same are the clay streaks embedded in the skin of his forearms. One hand loosely grasps the marks on the opposite arm, but he's not scratching at them. In several places on his body are sutures, ( Read more... )

*There is a red-skinned seraphim out in the middle of the mall, swinging a spear around like nobody's business. Michael just got here and his brain's already been broken. Not by the mall itself, but by a conversation with a certain Virtue. He's more distracted than he should be. The idea of angels committing genocide and devoting themselves with ( Read more... )

*After the party is over, after the refreshments and extra chairs are gone, after the music has stopped, one angel remains, consumed by guilt ( Read more... )