TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR // sleepless night *OOC Prompt 11/10*

[stella]

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arm outstretched, sharp razors filled with a malice so pure and potent in nature that even before they reached stella's rosy cheeks they were felt as hot as flames, they came for blood. they came for angelic blood. the demon committing this sin looked too sinister - he drew forth more with a wicked grin plastered to his face like a horrible funhouse clown, stella merely blankly staring up into his expression with a gaze equally as dead as the officer's morals. the words that he spoke mere moments before taking the plunge into violence were the most chilling however. the petulance, the spite, dripping from his words mocking and trivialising the things stella preached were things the child wished she could erase from her memory. along with that face. the moments that occurred afterwards were but a mere blur to the child, something of which no discernible emotion could be linked to, the first thing stella could remember was a hot burning sensation spreading out from her face and extending to the middle of her left cheek, a sticky but sweet-smelling substance leaking out from the small nick caused by the man. purple blood intermingled with stella's coffee-hued cheek fluff and caused it to become crusty and gross.

shock took its natural course with the one third mortal child, her body producing the adrenaline responsible for stella's increasing heart-rate and panting breath and pulsing it through her veins like a hose. lavender infused tears pricked at stella eyes, blurring her vision of the ground and threatening to overflow. the child held back - crying was weak, weakness wasn't a quality of angels and stella was so much more braver than that. so much stronger. people around the child became faceless and shapeless blurs of colour, lavender gaze drifting up from the muddy ground to see who had bowled over caesar before the officer could take another jab at the cloaked child with heavy eyes. from sight alone stella hadn't a clue who it was, but could tell from sound and feel that this was their father - here to save his young. a demon, but a more enlightened one than caesar. if it had been any other strong member of the typhoon then stella would have been elated to have their protection. but father, stella loved her father and feared that the more ungodly demon would overthrow stella's demonic dad and actually hurt him. stella didn't want father to be hurt, that hurt stella too - it was caesar's fault this was all happening. he should have just listened to what stella had to say to him, he should have just complied and repent for his sins instead of trying to attack the young angel. "dad.. don't hurt dad.." pathetically stella's soft-spoken voice grew quieter because of the wind being knocked out of the child when caesar attacked. bunching up soiled cloth, the child huddled in to the comforting warmth of elijah and prayed silently for another typhoon member to come and aid father. "foul thing"