a walk in the night (open)

[EMMA BLAKE]

I CAN'T DELIVER MY LOVE TO YOUR HEART

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,CBC9A2,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height, 400,true][atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/PatriciaPU/blog3.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Darkness covered the sky like a blanket. The street lights broke the darkness around them, and a few stars shone in the sky. A girl walked through the streets of Cleveland, looking for something. Or just walking to waste time. Pointless time that could be spent doing something else. The girl stared up at the sky for a minute and mumbled something to herself. Her mouth formed into a smirk. There he was. The descendent of a nephilim. She always watched him to find the right moment. The right moment to kill the boy. Emma Blake was the girl's name, and she wasn't what someone would call normal. She was a angel. A fallen angel to be exact, and all she wanted was to be human. Emma didn't really want to become human too quickly. There are some things that would be missed, like her ability to read thoughts. Reading the thoughts of humans was sort of fun. She didn't actually know why it was fun, but it entertained her when she's bored. Emma started to pry into her victims mind, so she can find out anything interesting. Nothing interesting in his thoughts today, but maybe tomorrow there'll be something. Emma walked away from the boy's house. Watching him was boring her. Emma looked into the sky for a moment, and walked to the park. The park was pretty empty. If someone didn't count the young lovers making out on the bench. They looked like they were having fun. Emma turned her gaze toward something else, so she didn't seem like a creep. With a stretch and yawn, Emma sat near a tree. She didn't feel like walking anymore. These late night strolls were wearing her out. Sort of. Something like this doesn't usually make her tired. Emma stared into the blanket of stars. Maybe she should've brought a telescope. That would have been a good idea. She wouldn't be so restless from doing nothing. With a yawn, Emma layer her head rest on the bark of the tree. It wasn't all that comfy, but it was so much better than not having something to lean against. word count.357. tags. Open. notes.blah blah blah. lyrics. shirogane - hatsune miku. credits. template made by REI-CHAN

[MORIAH GHRIM]

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The cool breeze of the evening rustled the leaves of tree in which Moriah was standing, watching the pair of young people. Something's never seemed to change, no matter how much time had passed, humans always fell back to the same old dangerous sins that. Under normal circumstances, babysitting hormonally fueled teenagers was not Moriah's job, but one of them was the child of a foreign diplomat and held a very bright future ahead of them. However, the human was about to walk through a life-changing ordeal, one that they would likely never know had only been prevented by the prayers of a faithful mother and a forgiving creator. Moriah remained to the shadows as another man approached the couple, who didn't seem him, before reaching for the gun that had been stowed under his coat. What followed was a few flashes of light and clear pop of a gun that fired three bullets, two into the bench into which they had been sitting. The other planted itself in the shoulder of young man, though it looked incredibly tragic as the girl let out a scream of horror and the gunman turned to run away. Meanwhile, Moriah never moved still churning the cool winds that coiled between her fingertips. The bullet would not be fateful, but she could do nothing more than divert the attack, that was Moriah's orders. What had happened to the boy was nothing short of karma, brought on by dirty deals and bad chooses, but the Father was a forgiving one and this was to be the young man's second chance at life. A few passers by had heard the gunshot and contact authorities, alerting others for help as was human custom. If she figured right, the police would arrive within minutes of the alert to take the young man to the hospital. Moriah's jobs was done, but she couldn't help linger as the she brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. Standing there in the moonlight, those blue eyes gazing off into the darkness of the city, she couldn't help feel how curious the whole matter seemed. Had she not known the dealing the young man had been apart of prior to the incident, it would have been easy to say that the boy didn't deserve this, but such beliefs were limited only to what one didn't know. Of course, what he did now was completely up to him? He could turn away from the sins that had led him to this traumatic experience or he could return to them the second he'd healed. That was the thing about choice. They were free to make their own decisions and in turn, they had to deal with the price for going against the laws of God. No matter how they phrased it, there was always a consequence for one's actions and if not for the mercy of the Creator, Moriah really had no doubt that the entire species would have killed itself off or been destroyed completely. Love truly was such a peculiar thing, it seemed so strong and even irrational in it's actions towards another that Moriah almost had to wonder if humans ever truly understood how lucky they were.

[EMMA BLAKE]

I CAN'T DELIVER MY LOVE TO YOUR HEART

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,CBC9A2,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height, 400,true][atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/PatriciaPU/blog3.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Emma felt a breeze pass through her hair, and the air around her changed. More pure. That's when it hit her. There was a angel nearby, but what type of angel. Then Emma heard a gunshot coming from the same area of the angelic air. She ran towards the sound to see a woman standing in the shadow of a man. No one seemed to notice her lurking. It was kind of creepy in a way, but guardian angels are probably the creepiest. This made Emma a bit happy to know that she doesn't have to stalk people she didn't intend on killing. She looked at the young woman for moment. She really wanted to know what type of angel she was. If the statement 'curiosity killed the cat' was true, she wouldn't be alive. Emma stood in the crowd of humans, who wondered what was going on. She didn't really care about the reason of that gunshot; however, she was curious about the angel. It could have been any type of angel, but this one definitely had a more powerful air around her. As if she was a higher angel. Then it hit Emma, that angel could just be a archangel. Or a angel lower than that. She wanted to run away, but running would only make her look suspicious. Emma didn't know what she should do. If this angel noticed her, it could mean trouble. The sound if sirens broke the noise coming from the crowd, as many cop cars drove near the scene. Leaving would be a good idea, but Emma didn't actually want to leave. She wanted to stay out of curiosity. Curiosity for why this man pointed a gun at this human. And to find out who that angel was. word count.. tags.Moriah. notes.blah blah blah. lyrics. shirogane - hatsune miku. credits. template made by REI-CHAN

[MORIAH GHRIM]

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The expression that lingered on Moriah's face was one that seemed almost expressionless, despite the chaos that ensued around her. It almost appeared to echo the calmness of the moon on the water's surface, still and haunting in appearance. As the young man was lifted from the ground and placed onto a stretcher by medics, Moriah let out a steady sigh. Humans always made such a racket, so was taking this as a cue to leave, but not before seeming to notice the distraught teenage girl on the bed. She was crying, utterly distraught and traumatized by what she'd witness, but for some reason she was begging the medics to let her ride with them in the ambulance to the hospital. Lifting a hand to place it momentarily on her shoulder, Moriah did nothing more and stepped away, a subtle and invisible act of comfort to, a reassurance that everything would be already. Once she'd slipped away from the girl, Moriah made her way silently through the crowd, escaping the bustle of the commotion. Her duty here was finished, but there was still the matter of divine justice, a retribution for the would-be assassin's actions that would not find him as fortunate as his victim. When Moriah was a good distance from the crowd and in a more open area, where the moonlight allowed her to see clearly, she pulled a silver-white pocket watch from her coat. Flipping it open to observe the time, the archangel took note of the hour. She still had time to head off her next appointment, but not before something else seemed to disrupt the air around her. Glancing over her shoulder into the darkness of the tree line, Moriah watched for a moment, almost seeming to sense that she had been followed and allowing the wind to confirm her suspicions. Moriah had a habit of shielding her presence from most humans when she was working, so the fact that she had been spotted and followed, didn't necessarily bode well in regards to who or what her company was. "It's rude to bother people when they're working. Why are you following me?" Moriah spoke clearly through the darkness, hoping to make sure that whoever was following could hear her. Pushing the watch back into her pocket, she turned back to face the curiosity, those blue eyes piercing the night as the breeze tossed the long curtain of dark hair. From the way she carried herself to the manner in which she spoke, seemed to speak with an air of noble confidence and celestial beauty that one would only expect. Although, Moriah made no move for a weapon or to reveal her wings just yet, unwilling to scare anyone or provoke an unnecessary fight.

[EMMA BLAKE]

I CAN'T DELIVER MY LOVE TO YOUR HEART

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,CBC9A2,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height, 400,true][atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/PatriciaPU/blog3.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] The young girl spoke. She didn't speak to just anyone. She spoke to Emma, a fallen angel. She may have spoke to her, but it wasn't exactly in a kind voice. The voice that came out of her mouth only made Emma tense up. It made her blood boil, and this was why she now hid herself from the humans. Emma didn't want the humans to think she was just a crazy teenager talking to herself. This angel in front of her only angered her in the worst way. She talked to her in that pathetic noble voice. She was definitely a archangel. Only those angels talk in that kind of tone. The corners of Emma's mouth lifted into a smirk, and she put her hands on her hips. Her green eyes danced from this new and profound excitement. "Is there something wrong with catching a glimpse of a angel?" Emma asked in a clear voice. Her voice was fluttery in a way, and seemed to lighten the air. That archangel just stared a cold stare. She must have been created, rather than born. Only those who have been created are that cold. Emma was obviously born. Maybe it's easier to disobey God when one is born. Emma stared at the archangel with a fierce and kind stare. She didn't want to seem that mean or evil. She really wasn't even evil. Emma just wanted peace as a human. "Anyways, my name is Emma," she said as she held her hand out to the girl for a handshake. She wanted to hear the angel's name. It could just be a well known name to angels. There were certain angels that are a lot more known than others, but they were never the lower levelsof angels; which makes a whole lot of sense. Who wants to hear about some newbie doing newbie things around heaven. There were some exceptions to that, and those angels are now fallen angels. She really needed to meet more fallen angels. word count.. tags.. notes.blah blah blah. lyrics. shirogane - hatsune miku. credits. template made by REI-CHAN

[MORIAH GHRIM]

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Her dark blue eyes lingered on the figure of the stranger as she stepped away from the crowd and into the moonlight, her lime green hair being the first thing that Moriah took note of. She seemed far to human to be any angel that was here under orders, but as she spoke in overly friend, sing-song tone that only earned a clear look of annoyance. Of all the bad timing, Moriah really had to wonder why she had to be the one to run into, what appeared to be, a fallen angel. However, something immediately struck her as strange as she watched the girl curiously. Moriah had spent the better part of two centuries tracking down and hunting the fallen of their race, along with the nephalim, so her caution was not necessarily due to some inconceivable fear of this... whelp. In fact, she was well known as quiet a reputable hunter, but what bothered her the strangely bold manner of this one. Fallen were often cocky, but this was a little much. They normally reserved their temptations for humans, not other angels, more especially those that had the power to confine them to hell. Now, Moriah had been doing this archangel gig for a while, but surely the archangel of this country had not slacked so much in their duty to allow such an overwhelming confidence from some fallen pup as this. She never answered the girl's first question and only continued to stare as she approached, making a gesture of a hand that earned her a look of what could have been perceived as clear confusion. Not because Moriah wasn't familiar with human customs and greetings, but because she didn't seem entirely certain if this was the best deception she had ever seen or the most suicidal fallen angel she had ever had the displeasure of meeting. "Why is it that you see fit to speak to me? If you are not aware to whom you speak and only what, I can only assume you are not under heaven's orders and thus, you are a fallen." Moriah question, moving to run a hand through her long dark hair as she let out a sigh at the troublesome conclusion. "Unfortunately, I'm in the middle of work and I have no desire to be drawn into a pointless confrontation, so consider yourself lucky... However, you should be aware that I will have no choice, but to remove you if you linger here or hinder my duty while I'm on earth. That is my duty." She explained in warning, clearly not wanting to fight. Dealing with the fallen angels in this country didn't fall under list of priorities at the moment, though she would likely be having a very long talk when she got back about why such had been allowed to roam unchecked. This sort of thing would have never happened on her watch. Moriah always ran a tight shift and while she never gave Emma her name, she had given her a way out of punishment if she wanted to leave peacefully. Moriah was not as hot-headed as most to rush into battle, even if she seemed rather cold to exhibit any action that could be misconstrued that they were on friendly terms or were somehow friends, in any sense. No, as far as Moriah was concerned, they were traitors and that's all there was to it. As long as she lived, she would never view any of them as her comrades and Moriah refused to fall for whatever deception this one was up to by carrying on this human charade.

[EMMA BLAKE]

I CAN'T DELIVER MY LOVE TO YOUR HEART

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,CBC9A2,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height, 400,true][atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/PatriciaPU/blog3.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Emma frowned at the angels words. She didn't even mention a name, but Emma was definitely certain about her being a archangel. She needs to be a little more careful around her. A archangel's job is to get rid of fallen angels. What if Emma said that she didn't really pose a threat towards anyone? Maybe she could say that she wants to get rid of the nephilim just as much as the angels do. That could work. Or not. It was a fifty/fifty chance to bother a archangel with just talking to them. Though that doesn't actually stop Emma. She likes a good challenge in her life. That's what makes her everlasting life worth while. Emma looked at the angel's cold, blue eyes for a moment. How could God create a being so cold? That just wasn't right. It made Emma a bit glad to be gone from heaven. There was just too much going on in that place. "It has been a while since I've been in heaven. The last time I was in heaven was during the 1920s, so I don't know any of the newer archangels," Emma told the girl in a kind voice. She really needed to act kind, rather than cocky. Acting kind wasn't going to lead her to her death. Emma's face changed into a warm and kind expression, so the act was just a bit more believable. "You don't really have to worry about me, though. I've been around humans for far too long, and I don't even believe in violence," She told the cold hearted angel. That was definitely the vibe she was getting from her. Extremely cold hearted. The coldest of the cold. Maybe Emma should get away from their. Lingering in that area any longer just might be the worst decision of her extremely long life. It's not like she wants to hurt anyone. Why kill her? It was extremely pointless. But then again, Emma is plaining to kill a human with nephilim blood. That definitely proved her to be a lier. Emma stood in the same spot without moving a single step. The humans couldn't see her, so why should she move like one of them. It was a little strange standing still because she has been living around humans for so long. It's hard to believe she fell during the twenties. She looked like a normal green-haired teenager from the current century. Emma looked at the angel in front of her for a moment. She had long dark hair and a dress....people didn't just wear dresses anymore. The angel was either dressed for a formal event or bed. Strange to think bed, but it looked like it could be a nightgown from past. Angels needed a new sense of style."You would really get rid of me for doing nothing. All I did was look at you, but I was kind of interested in seeing what was going on in this area," Emma told the angel in a almost defensive, yet kind way. Maybe more defensive than kind. word count.508. tags.Moriah. notes.RAWR. lyrics. shirogane - hatsune miku. credits. template made by REI-CHAN

[MORIAH GHRIM]

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It could easily be assumed that Moriah had about as much warmth to her as a Siberian blizzard, but two thousand years of fighting and watching the pain it caused the creator had that effect on some people. It wasn't about how she had been created or the way she had always been. In fact, during her earliest years, Moriah had been far more innocent and sweet-natured, naive to anything aside from the wonders of heaven in the past. She had been the human equivalent to a 'daddy's girl', by some definition given her fondness for her work. Unfortunately, Earth was nowhere near the paradise of her home and Moriah had been forced to grow up rather quickly when the fall had occurred. She was considered a gem among the angels of heaven, beautifully mysterious and almost mournful in her distant nature. It didn't mean she was entirely heartless, Moriah was simply slow to speak and she had a very distinct habit of talking to her enemies. It was a lesson she had learned the hard way. Whatever Emma wanted, Moriah was certain that nothing good could come of it, though the fallen angel continued to carry one with the conversation. However, something about what she said caught her attention and Moriah couldn't help herself. "Newer?...Hn." Moriah spoke, letting out a snort at the insult. "I've been an archangel for a few millenium now. I'm hardly new at the job." She explained seriously, knowing very well that she did not look any older than the girl before. Eighty years was nothing on Moriah, she'd been around longer than most civilization. Still, depending on the girl's former rank, she didn't seemed to be high enough up the ladder to realize on her own who she was talking to. However, it wasn't until she proclaimed that she no longer used violence that Moriah's blue eyes seemed to stare at Emma with a look of utter disbelief. Moriah's eyes color almost appeared to shimmer like a cut sapphire in this sort of light, a piercing gaze that seemed to look straight through most people and unnerve the rest. "You really expect me to believe that?... The fallen are liars by nature, no different from the leader you chose to follow when you fell from heaven. I am not so foolish to believe that if a Nephilim stood before you now, you wouldn't tear them apart to get your greedy hands on such a body." She spelled out clear enough, so as not to hide that she was not speaking to some new recruit, though it probably did explain her choice of clothing. "If your really that curious, I am the Archangel Moriah Ghrim. As for my purpose here, I already told you - I'm doing my job. I'm not under obligation to disclose anymore information aside from that about my side or my duties." Moriah explained sternly, not willing to give up any information that could be used against her, though what she did was key. The name Moriah was a very old one, that carried a reputation as a hunter of the fallen from day one and was had been notorious as an Angel of Death among angels and humans alike. She was no one to upset lightly, but despite all this, Moriah still seemed unwilling to fight and soon turned to move closer to the pond in the center of the park. She stepped out into the water, allowing her bare feet to gently brush against the surface as not to disturb her reflection and that of the sky above her. She needed a vacation. Immortal or not, situation like this really made her aware of how stressful her work was and she could almost feel the hand of age attempting to drag her down. Still, the water was fairly warm, the end of the dress hanging just below her knees and above the surface of the pond. The night truly was beautiful on evenings like this, for the briefest of moment earnings a soft smile in amusement as her mind drifted back before growing almost side at the image that suddenly came. So much had changed, so many of her comrades gone and lost, that Moriah couldn't bare to even to look at the girl behind her without feeling a faint bitterness at the reminder.

[EMMA BLAKE]

I CAN'T DELIVER MY LOVE TO YOUR HEART

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,CBC9A2,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height, 400,true][atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/PatriciaPU/blog3.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Emma laughed as the angel said the word milleniums. She was definitely not a very social angel. "I guess I never actually payed attention to all of the angels back then," Emma said as she laughed her herself. She never actually realized how ignorant she was in the past. She changed a little. Maybe not. She was still pretty much the same. "Please don't think that I was a angel for only a short period of time. I was actually a angel for a few milleniums, too. I just have a problem with ignorance," she said this as she sat on the ground. Sometimes ignorance was bliss, but then there were the times where ignorance is a terrible thing. Right now, Emma was now realizing that her ignorance in the past just upset the archangel. Emma noticed a slight look of disbelief in the archangel's facial expression. Her mouth formed into a frown, as she realized how judgmental angels were. Emma sighed and argued,"Not all fallen angels want to bring death to the human race. Not all fallen angels fell for things such as murder. I fell because I got caught gambling." Her voice had the sound of disappointment and anger. This was why Emma hated archangels. They all found fallen angels to be the worst things on Earth. She punched the ground as she muttered short complaints. Emma was now full of anger and disappointment from this conversation. She only wanted on kid dead, and that kid was a nephilim's descendant. Emma didn't want to cause mass destruction. She actually wanted to stop the fallen angels and nephilim from causing it. World peace was the best way to go. The only way to achieve world peace is by allowing the angels to do their jobs. She suddenly heard the angel's name. Her name sounded familiar, but where has she heard it. Then, a smile slowly crept to Emma's face when she realized who she was talking to. "So that's who you are. You're a pretty famous angel, but I've never seen your face before now. I wonder why..." Emma pondered. She knew all of the face of the older archangels, but not Moriah's. She knew she was a extremely cold bitch, but Emma always had this image of her in her mind. It was an image of a extremely evil looking witch. Moriah definitely didn't look the part. Emma giggled as the image of the witch came up in her mind. She definitely couldn't compare the two. They didn't go together at all, but the eyes match a little. word count.428. tags.Moriah. notes.RAWR. lyrics. shirogane - hatsune miku. credits. template made by REI-CHAN

[MORIAH GHRIM]

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Social was simply not a word were capable of using when it came to describing the archangel. Sure, there were some of them that were very good at being in the limelight and having something to do with everyone, but that just wasn't Moriah. She liked the peace, the solitude, and she bore a low tolerance to those who attempted to slack off. Then again, while a majority of Archangel's first duties involved protection, Moriah's had been centered around a lesser known part of an angel's duty and of human life - death. Dealing with such a serious matters required a maturity and control of oneself that few angels were capable of exhibiting. Of course, since Death never ceased among humans with their constant wars and mortal lives, then neither did Moriah. She was overworked, cranky, and stuck to a constant schedule. Even if she'd been alive then, Moriah doubted with her overly lax behavior that they would have crossed paths in her line of work, let alone as familiar enough to be considered remotely friendly. Emma seemed to confirm this fact as she spoke, recalling that she simply had a problem with ignorance, which almost instantly got a snort in amusement. "Clearly." She added straightly, somewhat under her breath to hide the clear sarcasm of the conclusion. She'd assumed most angels were smart enough to learn the hierarchy of heaven, but that was probably over estimating quite a few angels and fallen. They weren't all rigorously trained, nor did they all possess the strong drive for excellence that Moriah did to learn. In the end, their goals were completely different. Moriah focused on nothing more than pleasing the creator, such frivolous connections and self-centered thoughts were exactly what caused angels to fall in the first place. Emma didn't seemed to take her criticism well and soon saw fit to explain that she had only fallen, because she had been caught gambling. Of course, it seemed like a small offense to many, but to Moriah it was exactly the selfish nature of her theory. "You gave up wanting for nothing among heaven, for a few quick thrills in the sinful games of chance and you lost.... Hn. I pity you. It must have broken his heart to know that you thought so little of him." Moriah spoke in a saddened toned as her blue eyes stared up at the moon, though they both knew she was referencing the father, their creator. "How many of the others did you hurt in your wayward, selfish actions? How many of your so-called comrades did you leave behind or hurt with your 'fun'?" She questioned seriously, reminding Emma of the angels that she had been close to in that time, the ones that she had called her friends, her comrades. She had abandoned them, hurt them for a reason that could only be described as her own personal gratification. "Your more of a fool than I took you for. Is that why you approached me? So desperate to feel the graces of heaven once more, that like the moon you seek out those on whom the light shines, so if only for a moment you can feel the reflection of the former glory of an existence you tossed aside?" Moriah prodded a bit curiously, reminding Emma that if her sin had been a love for sin, why she did not hide from the very messenger of heave that could have sent her to her death or hell. The truth was painfully simple psychology. Emma could pretend to be human all she wanted, but immortals were never meant to remain among on earth. Emma still remembered what it was like to be an angel, no matter how many descendants of humans they killed and how many bodies they stole to pass themselves off in society, it would never be enough to fill the void. The desire to return to the glory they had once known would linger until the end of eternity for what they once had, just as humans longed for the peace they'd once had in the garden, so too, the fallen desired the acceptance among humans, knowing they would never against feel heaven's love. Moriah let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head a bit as Emma explained that it was strange that she did not recognize her face. Not all archangels were as well known as others, whose exploits were well known, even among humans. "That's probably because I'm often busy with work and don't have a great deal of time to socialize as freely as the others do. Time waits for no one, as the humans say." She answered simply, making clear that her work was duties were often a constant ones and not the frivolous sort of assignments that could be pushed aside as one did common paperwork. If Moriah was not on top of her game, the order of an entire country could spiral out of control and the entire order risked slipping into total chaos. It was something she simply couldn't put on the back burner, because she happened to feel like socializing one day and being an archangel often meant putting aside ones own desires for the sake of others.