Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Yup, that title's absolutely pointless. Yeah... Anyways, I drew some stuff last night and, since I can't log onto OB because of AOL, I'll put my art here. And since the files are too big, I've uploaded them elsewhere.
Gabriél/Fayren
Hayden
Both are characters from the following piece of fiction, which I have yet to finish.

Deadly Deadly Sin
Fayren peered out at the crowd. The club seemed nearly full. It was the last night they would open for Spineshank. Sighing, she turned to Hayden, her bassist, and Raquel, her drummer.
"He's out there. Are we ready to deal with him?" They both nodded. She had discussed this many times over. "Even during the set?"
"We've gone over this hundreds of times." Hayden stepped towards her and was just about to give her a reassuring kiss when the club's manager ducked backstage.
"You're on in two," he barked. Stopping short, he looked from Hayden and Fayren to Raquel and back again with a curious look in his eyes.
"They love each other," Raquel said from her spot on the far wall. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" The manager only shook his head and left.
"Thanks," Fayren said as she pulled away from Hayden. "I don't know where we'd be without you."
Raquel let out one of her ringing laughs. "In Hell, of course. That, or in a garage looking for a decent drummer. Just don't let that bastard get in between you, alright?" With a tiny smirk, she leaned back against the wall and fell into a meditative state.
"Don't worry," Hayden whispered softly into her ear. "I won't let him hurt you." He pulled her close and gave a her light, but lingering, kiss before prepping himself.
But there's nothing you can do for me, love... She thought back to all that had happened as she absentmindedly put on the microphone and tuned. Streching a bit, she noticed the tattoo on the back of her right hand, the mark of the Agents of Heaven, or Angels as mortals so loved to call them. Where it had once been black, it now glowed an angry, dark red. She rubbed at it, as if that could ever make it go away or make it what it once was. It was meant to show the Servants of Hell, or Dæmons, other Angels, and psychics like Raquel and Sirel that she was a Fallen, an Angel removed from grace and Paradise. She spared a glance at Hayden. He too bore a Mark, but he hid it as much as possible. Come on, get back in the game... With a furious shake of her head, she attempted to clear her mind, but to no avail.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to introduce Blood Red Moon!" The crowd clapped, a little subdued but at least they clapped. Fayren glanced at her band mates before smiling at the crowd and playing their newest song.

Gabriél looked away in disbelief at what she was hearing. How could he? "Why, Uriel? Why?" she asked, forcing herself to look at him again. Her eyes welled with tears she refused to let fall in front of him.
"Don't," Uriel ordered as he turned his back. "Do you know how hard this is for me?"
She spun him around angrily and stared into his bright green eyes. "This must be terribly agonizing for you! You get to stay in Paradise while I'm sent to that hell-hole?! And for what? Nothing! How is that hard for you?!"
"I'm sorry but you know your ideas have become too contreversial for Him." He turned away again. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I know you're not. Just understand. Can you do that for me? Please?" A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry, please don't. You're the one who doesn't understand. I love you, can't you see that?"
Gabriél shuddered. "No," she whispered after a brief, thick silence, shuddering again. "Goodbye, my lord." With that, she walked away, trying with all her might not to look back. Uriel turned to watch her until she became a microscopic speck on the horizon. He would have a duty to fulfill, but that could be put off as long as possible.
"I'm sorry, my angel Gabriél."

Simon laughed to himself before turning to his most faithful of Servants, Hayden. "Heaven is losing an Agent. Find her, Convert her. It shouldn't be too hard; her spirit has already been broken. Check the usual spots."
Hayden bowed low and, as he straightened, smirked. "Yes, of course, sir." Simon smiled. Hayden turned on his heel and headed into the club downstairs. After reaching the bottom of the spiral staircase leading to the offices, he strode towards the bar, calling over an old friend: Ria the bartender.
"Oh! what a nice little surprise. Haven't seen you in a good long while. Been working hard for the boss?"
"Of course. There's nothing I can really do about that, now is there?"
Ria made a little grunting laugh. "Right, suckered in by the bad soap plot like most of us? I thought you' be too smart for that one."
He looked away. "Just do me a favor. If a seventeen-year-old looking girl comes in here, give her whatever she wants and bill me."
She smirked. "You haven't changed a bit. Still taking jobs whenever you can. Or maybe you have changed and you have a new girlfriend."
He continued to stare off into the distance with a poker face. "Just do it. I have to go."
"Always such a charmer." She sauntered away to serve a customer. Hayden left through the back door and walked quickly to his motorcycle in the nearly empty rear parking lot. Carefully, he checked it for any kind of damage and wiped away a tiny smudge. Starting the engine, he thought of where to check first and headed for the police station. Fallen almost always ended up there for some reason or another.
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That's it for now. Enjoy this until I can log onto OB again.
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