Angel/Devil rp

"I-I'll come, I don't know where anyone is anyways…" He looked around again as though hoping to see someone he knew, to no avail. He seemed to have become a bit shy, as he did when he was afraid and around unfamiliar people

"Okay, well come on." Joan started to walk to the West, away from the nearest town. Her wings that were hidden now fully visable to the stranger behind her. Scars, scales, and all.

Nathaniel trotted along behind her and, as with Faray, said nothing about her wings. She knew that his were different now too, and it would be hypocritical for him to comment on them. He remained in silence, still feeling shy and nervous

Will paced through the woods coming to a halt when he saw an angel being circled by a fallen angel. Will stepped out of the shadows and called to the angel. "Yo. Dude, you're talking to a Fallen. Leave."

(Little late, sorry.)

"Puh, leaze!" Joan shouted. "I am no Fallen!!"

Nathaniel turned towards the new arrival, looking confused. "What's a Fallen?" He had never heard the term before, only angels and demons. Well, and hellhounds. All angels learned to fear hellhounds from a very early age

"Oh." Will sighed. "She's the daughter of Lucifer. A Fallen is another word for a demon."

"Lucifer?" What were these people talking about. And why hadn't his parents told him about these things? His hazel eyes were positively swimming with confusion as he looked between the two others

"A fallen is an Angel that has done wrong and therefor 'falls' They become demons and lose. their. wings." Joan was steaming. "I am no fallen." She flared out her very real wings.

"She has a point, sir." Nathaniel looked at Joan's wings, intrigued.

Will held his hands up in surrender. "Lucifer was the first demon. And she," he pointed to Joan, "is his daughter."

"But I never fell." The sun chose that moment to hide behind the clouds, creating a shadow. "Besides, I'm a halfbreed. Never was an Angel in the first place."

"How many demons are there?" Nathaniel seemed to have just taken to asking questions now. What did it matter if Joan was a demon? Surely some demons helped people, and some angels could be cruel, which apparently turned them into 'Fallens'.

"Well, still. You're probably going to do harm to him."

"3,004. Under my father's domain anyway." Joan glared at Will. She remembered him, and his presents pissed her off.

To answer the angel's question Will took off his shirt and pointed to his scars. "These where once wings."

"I-I don't think she's going to hurt me, I mean, she hasn't tried to yet, has she? And I'm clearly entirely helpless, I couldn't fly away if I tried." He glanced back at his wings again

"And I don't harm people. I'm not proud of my heritage, and I'm not a fallen." Joan put her head down in defeat. She knew this is the way she was seen, but it still hit home. Joan held back tears, trying not to show them.

"What is your name…" She whispered

"I'm Nathaniel Windsor, sir." He bowed politely as a greeting. "What's yours?" He cocked his head slightly to the side

Joan carefully stepped away from the exchange, not wanting to be here longer.

"Will. Name's Will." Will felt sorry for the kid. "Can you get back to Heaven? And you," He pointed to Joan, "you're not leaving."

Nathaniel shook his head. "I can't fly, sir." He said this as calmly as possible, but it was still a sensitive subject

Joan started to fly away, knowing when she isn't wanted.

"How the hell, did you get down here?" He asked Nathaniel.

Nathaniel watched Joan go, unsure what to do. "A friend brought me down, sir, and I tried to join the battle. However, I don't think I have enough training… I might have died today without help." He got chills just thinking about it. He could have died. It was a scary thought

Will took a step forward, one foot away from the young angel. "Where's your friend?"

"I'm not sure, sir. I called for her in the field but I think she must be too far away. I think she may have forgotten about me for the time being."

Joan wasn't too far, just watching from the trees. Not close enough to be sensed, but in hearing range.