11-24-2018, 12:39 PM
It was a flaw in every being’s design, the lust for more. No matter what, it sometimes felt like nobody was ever satisfied with their current devices. Those who felt an immense strength around this topic often went to the extremes in order to gain that sweet sense of greater power. Many a time has this backfired, as either their chase has come to a close, or they end up in a circumstance worse than the one they were in before all else. Infernal demons and fiends could sense greed from thousands of kilometres away and sometimes offered their forbidden fruits to those unwary or too nearsighted to comprehend the consequences. Such was the fate of someone he knew. Such was the very reason why he was even on this Earth itself - to attempt to reverse the deal’s contents.
During his decades of service, Marco had seen the dire results of bargains with hellions. For a while into the contract, one would become quite fond of their newfound abilities. However, the angel could not recall a single occurrence in which the scamp had not the upper hand. Each time, the naive creature had gotten their comeuppance. Sometimes, this meant an incredibly excruciating death. Other happenings completely ruined relationships, careers, reputations, and lives as a whole. Owing to the fact that the targets were often the weak minded, the Romanian sought to intrude on the complete totality of in-process pacts that he had the ability to, providing wisdom to those who do not possess it, and hopefully driving off the malicious force which kickstarted the whole ordeal.
Today’s routine had been going swell. He had scouted the Typhoon’s circuit once again, a job that proved effortless, as long he bore those ethereal swan-like appendages on his spine. Jobs like these were required of him, if he were to establish that he was more than just a pretty aesthetic. Nearly the entirety of them determined an uninteresting outcome, but just in case that he’d one day diagnose a footing of utmost interest, the lynx took great pride in it. His optics lazily scoured the landscape, appreciative that no shortcomings had been recognized as of yet, when he felt his heart spontaneously yank downwards. Not one to argue with his instincts, which were improved by the might of the Lord, he plummeted downwards, losing many feet of altitude each second until his robust legs debarked, leaving the tall feline wobbling in all fours. A less-than-flawless landing, may one add.
As his heart tugged, a familiar sensation relating to his clairvoyance had packed like sardines into his soul, his soul being the hypothetical sardine tin. It was akin to the feeling he got whenever in the radius of his brother, whom had also made a deal with the devil some hundreds of years ago. For a brief moment, Marco was lead to believe that it was indeed his poltergeist sibling, marching on to the island to visit the lynx as the lynx had done for him. Though, this theory was soon sustained as false, for it had been a different face attained to the urge.
Marco recognized this one. He had been present on the day of the angel’s departure, his kindness provided in the shape of defence against Bakugou and the serval’s fierceness, as well as a given first aid kit. The creature’s kindness had not been forgotten.
Here, he lay, devoid of astir activity. Something was off. There must have been a reason that he irradiated the area with a Beck-like aroma.
"Odd," he’d comment to himself, ”he appeared not to be the sorts to randomly slumber like that.”
He acted not on this. Some questions indeed needed to be asked, yet they could wait until a later date.
During his decades of service, Marco had seen the dire results of bargains with hellions. For a while into the contract, one would become quite fond of their newfound abilities. However, the angel could not recall a single occurrence in which the scamp had not the upper hand. Each time, the naive creature had gotten their comeuppance. Sometimes, this meant an incredibly excruciating death. Other happenings completely ruined relationships, careers, reputations, and lives as a whole. Owing to the fact that the targets were often the weak minded, the Romanian sought to intrude on the complete totality of in-process pacts that he had the ability to, providing wisdom to those who do not possess it, and hopefully driving off the malicious force which kickstarted the whole ordeal.
Today’s routine had been going swell. He had scouted the Typhoon’s circuit once again, a job that proved effortless, as long he bore those ethereal swan-like appendages on his spine. Jobs like these were required of him, if he were to establish that he was more than just a pretty aesthetic. Nearly the entirety of them determined an uninteresting outcome, but just in case that he’d one day diagnose a footing of utmost interest, the lynx took great pride in it. His optics lazily scoured the landscape, appreciative that no shortcomings had been recognized as of yet, when he felt his heart spontaneously yank downwards. Not one to argue with his instincts, which were improved by the might of the Lord, he plummeted downwards, losing many feet of altitude each second until his robust legs debarked, leaving the tall feline wobbling in all fours. A less-than-flawless landing, may one add.
As his heart tugged, a familiar sensation relating to his clairvoyance had packed like sardines into his soul, his soul being the hypothetical sardine tin. It was akin to the feeling he got whenever in the radius of his brother, whom had also made a deal with the devil some hundreds of years ago. For a brief moment, Marco was lead to believe that it was indeed his poltergeist sibling, marching on to the island to visit the lynx as the lynx had done for him. Though, this theory was soon sustained as false, for it had been a different face attained to the urge.
Marco recognized this one. He had been present on the day of the angel’s departure, his kindness provided in the shape of defence against Bakugou and the serval’s fierceness, as well as a given first aid kit. The creature’s kindness had not been forgotten.
Here, he lay, devoid of astir activity. Something was off. There must have been a reason that he irradiated the area with a Beck-like aroma.
"Odd," he’d comment to himself, ”he appeared not to be the sorts to randomly slumber like that.”
He acted not on this. Some questions indeed needed to be asked, yet they could wait until a later date.