There is nowhere. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. You can only stand there and wait for someone to get you. Thats the life where demons play and angels sleep. That place is called Earth. Everyone doesn't know about these demons and angels, unless you are one yourself. So come and play the game, pick your side. Good or bad?
Walking alone on the streets of New York, a young female would making her way to her 'job'. The job where she sits around at a desk, filing papers and working on the computer for imports that are coming in from Japan and China. Her black hair would be about to her waist and her bangs would cover up her blood red eyes. On this cold, wintry day she wore a large, white fur trimmed coat and a white long sleeve with light blue jeans along with her designer boots. Apparently, she was well off. But she wasnt one of those spoiled, high maintenance women who walk around flirting with guys much younger than themselves. She was the type who was quiet, but yet someone whom you always wanted to be around. And she wasnt a normal human being. She was a demon.
A demon that was almost an angel. Who hardly killed anyone or harmed anyone because she was bored. She was the type of demon known as a cat with ten large, fluffy tails. A cat who would be as cuddly as possible, yet kill you in a heartbeat. This woman was happy of her race. Even though it was her secret.
As she crossed the street over to where she worked, she would hear a car coming up, going at 90 miles per hour. This made the woman smirk softly to herself on her pink lips as the car came closer and closer. Her hand would move out and once the car was soon before her, it would be stopped with just her touch. Everyone around her would seem to stop and actually give a damn about what happened while the woman walked away, leaving a crazed driver in their car, dead. And nobody knew it was her whom caused the damage. Okay so maybe she wasnt like an angel, but she was better than some, right?
"Misty!" Someone called from before her, yelling her name at her. "You're late! What happened to you?" Her boss asked as he saw a peice of glass stuck in her hand. Misty would look down, raising a slender brow. "Oh. That car that was driving to fast hit something and the glass on the windshield broke." She said softly as she pulled the glass from her palm and threw it on the ground. "Nothing to be worried about." And with that, she would leave her boss standing there dumbfound.
When she was at her desk, she took off her large coat and placed it on the coat hanger along with her scarf. She pulled off the other pieces of glass from her hand and threw them in the garbage, her blood a darker red then crimson. She smiled some and sat down, going straight to work to get the day over. 'It shouldn't be too long...' She thought as she began typing away for the items to be exported this afternoon.
Many hours later, around five in the afternoon, Misty would be leaving her job, walking out of the building waving to her boss. Her car was parked about a block away, so she had time to pull out her cell phone and make a quick call. After she dialed the number and put the phone to her ear, a male voice would answer and a smile appeared on her fresh painted pink lips. "Hello?" the voice called to her. "Rem." She said softly and then continued on, "The driver... From this morning. What happened." She asked as she felt a little sting at her palm. "He was trying to die, and you granted his wish. He is here and being experimented." Misty would finally reach her car and unlocked it, quickly getting in. "Good. I'll be there soon." She shut the phone in a hurry and started her black Lambo and took off almost at the speed of light.
Walking alone on the streets of New York, a young female would making her way to her 'job'. The job where she sits around at a desk, filing papers and working on the computer for imports that are coming in from Japan and China. Her black hair would be about to her waist and her bangs would cover up her blood red eyes. On this cold, wintry day she wore a large, white fur trimmed coat and a white long sleeve with light blue jeans along with her designer boots. Apparently, she was well off. But she wasnt one of those spoiled, high maintenance women who walk around flirting with guys much younger than themselves. She was the type who was quiet, but yet someone whom you always wanted to be around. And she wasnt a normal human being. She was a demon.
A demon that was almost an angel. Who hardly killed anyone or harmed anyone because she was bored. She was the type of demon known as a cat with ten large, fluffy tails. A cat who would be as cuddly as possible, yet kill you in a heartbeat. This woman was happy of her race. Even though it was her secret.
As she crossed the street over to where she worked, she would hear a car coming up, going at 90 miles per hour. This made the woman smirk softly to herself on her pink lips as the car came closer and closer. Her hand would move out and once the car was soon before her, it would be stopped with just her touch. Everyone around her would seem to stop and actually give a damn about what happened while the woman walked away, leaving a crazed driver in their car, dead. And nobody knew it was her whom caused the damage. Okay so maybe she wasnt like an angel, but she was better than some, right?
"Misty!" Someone called from before her, yelling her name at her. "You're late! What happened to you?" Her boss asked as he saw a peice of glass stuck in her hand. Misty would look down, raising a slender brow. "Oh. That car that was driving to fast hit something and the glass on the windshield broke." She said softly as she pulled the glass from her palm and threw it on the ground. "Nothing to be worried about." And with that, she would leave her boss standing there dumbfound.
When she was at her desk, she took off her large coat and placed it on the coat hanger along with her scarf. She pulled off the other pieces of glass from her hand and threw them in the garbage, her blood a darker red then crimson. She smiled some and sat down, going straight to work to get the day over. 'It shouldn't be too long...' She thought as she began typing away for the items to be exported this afternoon.
Many hours later, around five in the afternoon, Misty would be leaving her job, walking out of the building waving to her boss. Her car was parked about a block away, so she had time to pull out her cell phone and make a quick call. After she dialed the number and put the phone to her ear, a male voice would answer and a smile appeared on her fresh painted pink lips. "Hello?" the voice called to her. "Rem." She said softly and then continued on, "The driver... From this morning. What happened." She asked as she felt a little sting at her palm. "He was trying to die, and you granted his wish. He is here and being experimented." Misty would finally reach her car and unlocked it, quickly getting in. "Good. I'll be there soon." She shut the phone in a hurry and started her black Lambo and took off almost at the speed of light.
