Well here's another one from me

Please help me ease my boredom from waiting on other RPs ;-;

(You may! And you could always just PM me if you want, I won't bite.)
This'll be an interesting one. I've checked out an RP of yours and there's no need to ask for a writing sample. This will be a modern day Demon x Angel. I know it's a bit lame, but I'm just getting back here from an extended leave of absence.

(Yeah I know. I'm fine with people messaging me out of the blue.)

Well that makes it easy then! Which would you like to be: demon or angel?

That's cool with me. Character refs or no?

I agree, actually. I'll get the starter up!

As Jaciel walked around the gold and silver spires of High Heaven, God's sanctum, she senses something odd on Earth. Curious, she wanders down to the mortal world and starts investigating.

What happenned. . .? she asks herself as she senses high levels of demonic energy. Too high.

Her search brought her to a desecrated husk of a church near the edge of a forest, where she pauses.

Protocol says I should report this. But protocol's such a hassle. . . she thinks, sighing.

Jaciel slowly steps into the church, her massive wings fluttering uneasily as she beholds a demon.

Well that can't be right. She's holding an angel blade. she thinks, her silver eyes narrowing at the figure on the floor.

"Hello?" she says quietly in Celestial.

Jaciel makes her way to the basement where she'd seen the demon, her vision going back to normal as she passes between the floors.

She hadn't noticed before, but the demon was clutching its side, which was stained with demonic ichor. She inhales a bit sharply, then walks ove to the demon.

"You're hurt." she murmurs, kneeling in front of her.

Jaciel sighs and pushes the sword away, shaking her head.

"Honestly, all of you fallen angel types are the same. Now shut up and cooperate if you still like whatever counts as a soul for you inside you." she huffs, not even fazed by this demon's screaming.

Jaciel grins.

"I'm not a follower of protocol. I take whatever contacts I can find. Having you in my debt will increase my influence. So this is completetly selfish!" she replies.

Despite her words, her tone is cheerful, almost innocent.

"Not like you have much of a choice right now, my friend." Jaciel shrugs.

She easily takes Ala's sword from her and sets it aside.

"I'll give it back when you let me bandage you up. I can't use my magic on you if you want your pretty face to stay pretty." Jaciel smiles.

Jaciel whistles through her teeth.

"Well that's a nasty wound." she says, grabbing a medical bag from nowhere. She grabs a strange looking instrument, then pauses. She rummages through the bag again until she finds a wooden gag, then hands it to Ala.

"Bite down on that." she says.

"Whenever the pain gets bad, bite down even harder on that gag. It'll hurt quite a bit anyways, though." Jaciel says cheerfully.

After Ala takes the gag and bites down on it, Jaciel cut off the demon's shirt and starts on getting the wound cleaned and deconsecrated, carefully drawing out all the holy material out of the demon with the tool.

Slowly, the wound starts to look cleaner, but Jaciel frowns.

She pulls out a new, dangerous looking tool.

"Sorry in advance for this." she says, sounding cheerful still.

She jabs the tool into the wound, being careful to avoid the demon's hearts.

(She's actually Scottish, lol.)

Jaciel continues to look cheerful, even as Ala looks pained. After a few minutes, she removes the tool. She pulls out a needle and thread and starts stitching the newly cleaned wound closed. After she does that, she wraps bandages around the demon's torso, humming an old human song.

"Done!" she says, still unfaulteringly cheerful. She pulls a bottle of painkillers out.

"Take two in the morning with a glass of water. It should last you the entire day. If it doesn't, take one more." she tells Ala, making sure the demon understood.