Post by cyril on Sept 4, 2011 16:53:45 GMT 1
Cyril had heard rumors.. That there would be an arch angel on a strip club, in his mind Cyril couldn't believe it. Angels shouldn't be in such places and certainly not an archangel, or maybe the archangel had just decided to help out the most lost souls in the club? In that case, he was a hero. But never the less had Cyril decided to check up on this himself, as he walked in to the club he gazed around. In there were the must rotten people he had ever come across, a lot of vampires as there were everywhere, some humans that didn't look like they were practicing any good and a few demons as well as mutants. He caught eye contact with a demon which immediately turned into a hissing fight before he moved on, he wasn't here to cause an argue and if you looked at Cyril, he wasn't made for battle. He hadn't been a warrior in heaven and certainly wasn't one on earth as well.
He was totally out of placed and you could almost see the uncomfortable gestures in his face the angel kept. His innocent platinum blonde hair almost seemed to light up the pretty darkened place, as well did the bright skin and those deep blue entrancing eyes was filled with just pure thoughts. People gazed over him, not only did he have the aura of an angel but he happened to be beautiful as one too, it was pretty hard to tell what he was. His features didn't give away if he was a man or a woman, he was genderless in his own eyes. He had a feminine approach but never the less was a male.
He blushed and lowered his head as he walked past a table with a girl giving a man a lapdance, he had been on earth for awhile now but it still shocked him. He remembered when the Lord made them, they were like little brothers and sisters, his little babies and never had any doubts of looking up to the angels, now they all had just lost hope and barely believed they existed anymore. He kept his head straight down as he walked, it wasn't until he heard the voice on stage that he looked up. That was a voice of an angel, he knew since his brothers and sisters all liked to sing, it was just a common thing between angels. Though this one was particularly beautiful, it almost reminded him of.. Jophiel.. He rose his head and stared at the angel on stage, Michael. His eyes started glistening and for a moment he did not think of were he was, he was just staring up at the angel on stage. He was eager to talk to him, but knew he couldn't interrupt the show so instead he sat down in one of the many chairs, one that a lady wouldn't spread his legs for him or flash her boobs.
He was totally out of placed and you could almost see the uncomfortable gestures in his face the angel kept. His innocent platinum blonde hair almost seemed to light up the pretty darkened place, as well did the bright skin and those deep blue entrancing eyes was filled with just pure thoughts. People gazed over him, not only did he have the aura of an angel but he happened to be beautiful as one too, it was pretty hard to tell what he was. His features didn't give away if he was a man or a woman, he was genderless in his own eyes. He had a feminine approach but never the less was a male.
He blushed and lowered his head as he walked past a table with a girl giving a man a lapdance, he had been on earth for awhile now but it still shocked him. He remembered when the Lord made them, they were like little brothers and sisters, his little babies and never had any doubts of looking up to the angels, now they all had just lost hope and barely believed they existed anymore. He kept his head straight down as he walked, it wasn't until he heard the voice on stage that he looked up. That was a voice of an angel, he knew since his brothers and sisters all liked to sing, it was just a common thing between angels. Though this one was particularly beautiful, it almost reminded him of.. Jophiel.. He rose his head and stared at the angel on stage, Michael. His eyes started glistening and for a moment he did not think of were he was, he was just staring up at the angel on stage. He was eager to talk to him, but knew he couldn't interrupt the show so instead he sat down in one of the many chairs, one that a lady wouldn't spread his legs for him or flash her boobs.