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     flames danced in her hues as well as she stared at the fire devouring anything underneath and around him, always hungry, always unable to be satisfied. Just like her, who was always needy to know more, to see more, curiosity pushing her into dangerous situations and making her bump into people everyone else would avoid. But wasn’t here someone to avoid as well? Her appearance was human, but it was only a mask used to deceive others. Only few times had she stopped and thought of how those of her race ACTUALLY looked like, but she never wasted too much time with those thoughts.

     Verses about fires and flames danced on the tip of her tongue, but before she could voice out any of them the woman in front of her addressed her, turning to face the stranger only later. And such beautiful eyes she had! Chris could not help but wonder what kind of HELL she came from, since she loved the fire’s presence so much; or so it seemed. “Fire doesn’t scare me,” she admitted, stepping closer, gaze jumping from the flames to the woman. “And it’s the first time I see someone so much in love with it.” Questions crowded her mind, desperate to leave her lips and echo in the empty alley among the sound of the burning wood, but she kept her tongue on a leash, this time. She had all the time she wanted to ask them.

    Soft lips closed before they were pulled into a faint smile, a low scoff following suit; eyes focused on the flames once more. To Amy, fire was what she breathed, she WAS fire, had always been before this form was taken, before she left her home behind for something she still hasn’t found. The demon rank high in Inferno, legions waiting for her every command, turned her back on the fiery pits to follow that whimsical mind of hers. One day she would return, though when that would be she did not know & truthfully she just didn’t care. So loving the flames was simply loving herself in a way, difficult to explain but then again who did she owe any explanation to? No one.  Adjusting her position she moved legs to the side, body leaning towards the side, the motion allowing pink locks to slid over shoulders. “And why should it? Honestly, I will never get why people are scared of it. It just does what it’s nature is. Nothing more. Their loss I say--.” 

     A shrug of shoulders,understanding another’s fear was something she simply couldn’t comprehend, doing things that would scare others she was PERFECTLY capable of, she liked the reaction, could figure out what to do to invoke such a reaction, it was fun to her but UNDERSTANDING it was a whole other case. Hand was raised to gesture the girl to come even MORE closer, close enough to feel the heat (that emitted from the demon’s own body). The scent of the crackling wood filled their surroundings and didn’t it smell so nice? Pink now staring at gold, the flames casting an orange glow upon their features.

     “Ah? Is that so? Well I am not surprised, fire and I....--we have a unique relationship. You can say that we’re not so different from each other.” Everything she touched would eventually be DESTROYED, her warmth would SMOTHER you, her empty promises SUFFOCATE you. “So--are you going to stay? The flames are tempting, no?” It was then that the pinklette’s smile WIDENED, pearly whites shimmering and finger beckoning the girl to stay & drown in this unnatural warmth. Burning in fire was always better when another soul was there to enjoy it with.

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     she had never feared the flames, not when she herself was able to set fire to objects herself. If others might find them dangerous, she find them comforting, for at the end of the day fire was a part of herself. That was why the familiar smell of burnt wood ( and paper too, maybe? ) lured her, her bare feet bringing her closer and closer to the point where the scent came from; and when she saw the woman, she stopped a few steps away from her, trying to better understand what she was doing while curiosity sparkled in her golden hues like stars.

    The woman of FIRE was seated on the ground, knees pulled up to her chest, heels crunching the dirt & leaves that were scattered around; a reminder that the cold of Winter was still very much present. Though for her it did not matter, for the flames that licked the dry branches in front of her and rose higher and higher, reflected in eyes, were her comfort. Gloves that were often worn to keep the INFERNO that was housed in her body away from others were discarded to the side, bare hands hovering around the  flames, fingers bending and straightening as bright sparks danced upon fingertips and she SMILED, enamored by her OWN essence. A twist of her wrist and the flames flared up, swirled before they got smaller again. The other was noticed though Amy did not look up, gaze glued on the marvelous spectacle in front of her, she did however part lips to speak.

       “Curious are you?” Pink irises for a moment leaving the orange & red to settle on the girl. Leaning back, hands were placed on the ground & where palms touched the soil it sizzled, whatever green had once graced it now but a crisp, smoke filling already SCORCHED lungs; nestling happily in a rib cage long smoldered by heat. “Hmm?”

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“L'amour ne périt jamais”

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     surprise was great in his eyes as she turned to him and he could see the look on her face: it glowed, and not only because of her nature. There was much more than that. Perhaps was it happiness? Joy? To see him? He could barely understand, but before he could ask any further her hands were on his cheeks, so hot that they could warm up his cold skin. He was so confused that he stared at her for a long, long time before being able to say something, anything at all. ( and to think he had come back to the old house in the woods thinking it would be as empty and silent as usual… )

     "I—I missed you.”

      She didn’t mind his silence as long as the look in his eyes wouldn’t change into something she would not approve of--even then she most probably would ignore it and drown in her own thoughts and delusions of what it SURELY had to mean. The woman barely blinked, keeping the boy captured in her hold, though the strength in those fiery hands was considerably lessened as to not CRUSH his head. As soon as those words left his lips, eyes grew wide, confusion now settling on her face. He missed her? He actually missed her? A shake of her head--of course he did, why wouldn’t he? She HAD to be missed, it was only natural. What did she expect? What else did she want to hear? Those words exactly. Those three words, nothing more. Lowering her hands to place them upon small shoulders, she knelt down on the wooden floor, looking up at him.        “And I missed you! Your voice---the other’s were stronger in my head, yours disappeared after a while. It got drowned out by all the noise. So much noise. I had to go, follow the noise. You understand that, right?” Another shake of her head, eyes closing--not realizing that what she said would not make sense to him. And then, suddenly eyes opened, for a brief moment glowing.

      “But it’s there again, your voice I mean. It’s between the static and I am back so everything is fine, right? Can I have a hug now?” For the FIRST time asking it instead of simply pulling him against her.

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shyly pokes Amy. he's been missing her.

   “Oh--Ah!” Surprise soon shifted into what one could only describe as adoration, corners of lips curving upwards; a wide smile that surely reached the depths of GLOWING hues and it didn’t take long for arms to be raised up in the air, the sound that left her lips was an odd mix of a gasp, a squeal of joy and some latent laughter? It didn’t take long for the demon to place gloved hands upon the other’s cheeks, fondly taking in his features. At times she simply could just LOSE herself in this; watching him, listening to his breathing, hearing him speak, though to her THAT was her only way of trying to convey a message she could never properly say. 

                                                                   ‘Stay with me.’

 “If it isn’t my darling Irial!”

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   She isn’t ashes.      She isn’t the burnt crust.        She isn’t the aftermath.          She was the fire—-AND SHE WOULD NOT BE EXTINGUISHED.

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     With her eyes glued onto the screen, the woman BARELY noticed bandaged fingers, though when hoarse voice once more settled within her mind, attention was finally removed from the device and onto the Angel. “I am. Sorta--I mean, eventually I’ll get the hang of it, I guess.” Placing the tablet on her lap, a more serious expression settled on warm features. “Are you hurting again?”

          Bandaged fingers twitched against his lips, the angel clearing his throat with brief grimace before speaking up ( — thankfully his throat was healing up quickly, though it didn’t rid of the hoarseness quite yet ).  ❛ Ah — are you sure? I mean, I’ve – never seen you … use one before — ❜

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      She stared down at the device (a tablet), fingers tapping on the screen as if she were about the crush it if it wouldn’t do what she wanted. “Let your big sis handle this, Andy. She knows how to deal with these inventions of mankind.” She didn’t.

          ❛ You know I — don’t think that’s  quite  how it works. ❜

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        The SMILE that  crossed her face was one of utter HAPPINESS, that kind that simply warms you up from the inside; that one that makes you feel as if you will burst out into ever lasting joy. It was one she hardly ever felt (so foreign it was), so LIGHT it was and so very different than the joy she felt when dancing upon the ever growing list of corpses that she left behind. The way the boy’s blood clung onto his skin, the beautiful stripes of red upon his clothes and the DARKNESS that were his shadows, it all filled her with such pride. His voice was much lower now but the way he said her name never changed. It felt right. Standing up, the cloak that was draped upon her shoulders swayed along, locks of pink dancing in the cool midnight summer breeze.        “Irial.” Oh, how long it had been since she UTTERED his name, her little lost boy--however he was no more lost now was he? Or little for that matter. It was then that she with much grace and ease jumped down from the roof, landing on blood red heels on the stained concrete; veil of pink pillowing afterwards behind her back. Now that she stood in front of him, it was clear once more how much he’d grown while she looked EXACTLY the same as that fateful day. Seconds--or were it minutes that she simply stared up at him (ah, taller than her he was now). A step forward, the blood upon the ground stained her heels (mixing perfectly with the color of her shoes). Another step and the last one was her simply leaping forward at him, throwing arms over his shoulders, hands entwining with one another behind his neck as she took him into a hug, balancing on her toes.

       “I found you. I finally found you again.” Titters of mirth were soon to bubble up, chiming up like bells; her excitement showing itself by the waves of warmth that left her body, letting go of him she would not. One of her own she would NEVER let go and now that she found him again she would make sure to keep him CLOSE--even if it would kill him.       “You were gone but you left such a nice present behind!” The wreckage of the village she meant, the fire that kept calling her name, the stage she eventually danced upon. A welcome thing to come back to, a pity it had been that he was not there when she did come back but that INFERNO she would never forget, days did she keep the fire alive. The burned corpses of the villagers but beautiful remnants to her.       “Did you wait for me though? Did you wait for me back then?” With this Amy would lean back a little so GLOWING pink could gaze into smoldering crimson ones, lips pulled into a never ending smile, back arched slightly so she would not have to let go of him. “You did right? Because I did! I waited--.” The corpse near their feet long forgotten (it wasn’t THAT important after all).

     the biggest part of his childhood memories had been gone throughout the years, and only a few encounters had struck him enough to stay in his mind forever. And the meeting with that WOMAN OF FIRE was one of them. He still remembered every detail of the hours spent together, and even the light grief he had felt when she had told him she would go, but come back soon. She had never. She had never witnessed the moment when the helpless and shy child she had taken under her wing had opened his eyes and seen what he was capable of, how strong he had always been without knowing. He wondered if she would recognize him now, after all that time ( years, decades, centuries? Time was nothing for him now ).

     That night, as he let them have fun and help him satisfy his main need, and as he let adrenaline and pleasure run in his veins, he sensed it—a presence not too far from him, on the roof of the nearest house. Friend or enemy? Impatient, with one glance of his the shadows finished their job, suffocating the poor boy before letting him go and fall out on the ground, dead. Only then did Irial look up - face and clothes covered in blood, and how beautiful he was - and as soon as the moonlight made him recognize the newcomer, he could not prevent a surprised look to show on his face. And maybe, what shone at the bottom of all that crimson was happiness.

     "Amy?”

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     "Ah work!  I have neglected my work for a very long time.” Eons it seemed--if she still wanted to achieve her goal then truly she SHOULD start working towards it, however as of late (the last couple of hundred years) the demoness simply felt no NEED to do anything. Not to work towards her goal, not to return back to the pits or RECLAIM her throne up in the Heavens. No, she was perfectly fine with being on Earth and wandering about aimlessly. It was satisfying in a sense, in a very peculiar way at least. All the while she had one eye cracked open, peeking from under rosy bangs at the one who looked down at her. Hands were resting on her stomach, once a while chest would rise when she would breathe in or out.

      “Company is always great. I love company--sometimes, most of the times, ah always I guess.” A chuckle and she would raise one hand so index finger could tap his cheek (Oh? It felt--so different?). “Hmm--.” And hand would now cup his cheek (disregarding any sort of personal space). “Don’t be alarmed but I think you’re skin feels odd to the touch. It’s nice and all but just--different, a bit? Not that, that is important. What is important is you telling me your name, don’t you think?”

     the logical part of his brain was screaming at him to get up and run away as fast as he could from her. She talked nonsense to his ear, but it was the dangerous kind of nonsense—the one you could find only in a twisted and wicked mind. But he knew, deep down, he was a coward: running would only give her a good reason to go after him; and taking such a risk was not in his nature. Better look at her as she lied down on the grass, hair of an unnatural color all around her head like a halo ( though he doubted there was something holy in her ). 

     "To be honest, I was simply taking a break before coming back to work.” It was a beautiful day: it would have been a pity if he had spent all his time inside the shop only. “I wasn’t waiting for anyone, but I never mind some company.” Even if the company he was having now seemed quite lethal.

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Name: Amy and/or Avnas Age: ?? Height: 5′8″ Eye Color: Soft Pink ( golden rings around the pupils) Hair Color: Hot Pink Orientation: Asexual biromantic ( ?? for the romantic orientation...) Species: Demon (?) Nationality: N/A Positive Weaknesses: ??? Allergies: N/A Fears: Remembering all that she does when she is ‘out of it’. How sickly they are: Physically speaking she is in top condition, she does not get sick. Mentally--that is a whole other story. How often do they hurt themselves: Occasionally. Though it never happens when she is fully conscious. She hurts herself (unknowingly) when she is consumed by her own madness, clawing at her own skin, tearing own flesh apart etc. Relationship Status: Single

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