starlight as your light

Diligo slowly walked through the ballroom, doing his best to see without much success. It wasn't too long ago that he had left. Why? He knew not the slightest reason. Perhaps, he realized, he was only scared, frightened of having to begin anew, and more importantly, afraid of forgetting his past. Pathetic, how human I have become. Diligo thought to himself. Indeed, every trace of angelic heritage was almost lost in the young demigod, and without much in return. By this point, even Lorne had disappeared, gone back into the forest, perhaps never to return.

Sighing to himself, Diligo began to recover his sight ever so slightly, just enough to see a lone girl dancing in front of him. His first thoughts at this point were to leave the girl to herself, but before he could consider it, something had taken his mind again. His angelic blood stirring like it so rarely did in his veins, it almost spoke to him. This girl is not ordinary, it seemed to warn him. Of course Diligo heard that often when being where he was.

But still, the angel turned back towards the girl and stepped towards her. As calmly as he could to not disturb her, he spoke.

"Why, hello there."

Diligo simply froze at the light. Startled he looked at the girl before him, at the golden wings she possessed. They were too large to be those of the serephim, completely different in shape and number (Serephim possessed six wings) than the ones his angelic breed possessed. But nonetheless they were wings, and golden wings at that. How could the girl keep them out like that?

"I say the same to you. I hardly sleep, but its rare I see others this late into the night." Diligo replied. He watched as the winged girl lit candles around the room. It still was pretty dark, but at least he could see clearly.

"it really is a rare occurance, to meet up in a place like this." Diligo said. His voice took on that angelic tone it did sometimes, if only because the girl in ways resembled one. He brushed his blond hair from his eyes (in the dark he never saw it brushing his eyelid) to see his environment better.

"My name is Diligo. Might I ask yours?"


OOC: Sometimes my character sounds a bit ridiculous, but because of raising, its not an act; he always speaks this way. Always.

"Diligo listened to her voice as she spoke. Not just to hear what she said, but to hear the way it was said. All through life he had found it truthful, that one's personality, at least to extent, flowed through there voice. What he heard this time, though, was different than usual: So much stronger, and yet so much more delicate. Intricate, the demigod decided, intricate is the only way to describe such things.

"The gods do not bother with ridiculous games of chance." Diligo said. In truth, even as a half angel, he had no idea, in this manner his words were merely speculation. "It is in no way a coincidence; we've met here, and now, because of fate. As has everything around us."

A young boy fought, his knife in hand, against the greatest odds in the universe. The archangel, 6 wings shining in the day like the moon in the night, armed with a spear of fire. The archangel, a warrior, the child, nothing but. And yet the boy charged onward, and got launched back, again and again until the child was obscured in his own blood.

"Why do you insist on striking me? Great armies have been crushed under my lance; does that not phase you?" The archangel roared. Light erupted like the sun itself from the angel's skin. Under this new light the angel again stepped forward, the darkness parting around his body like water. But the boy didn't hesitate even then. He stared back into the angel, so blinded that he could tell not whether he was even looking into the eyes. He gripped his knife only harder, and limply charged at his foe.

The angel only laughed.

And now that laughed had returned to Diligo's life, one the demigod had worked so hard to forget. The cackle sent a shiver down his spine. But he quickly gained his composure.

"Well, perhaps, I guess it really is how you look at these things..."

Diligo looked into the shadows, saw the fire reach it, and the even stranger boy coming from the corner. It was not obvious where this boy came from, who he was, or even what his intentions were. But it was obvious to Diligo that this man provoked fear in Evol. And fear spread like wildfire. No matter, Diligo thought to himself. A foe has made himself known. Possibly. Now's not the time for human fear. He evaluated his options. Take Evol and run? He wouldn't dare. Fight? Not without knowing the truth. Approach? He could stand and think forever, only by moving forward would another option ever occur.

Diligo took several steps forward, his first trembling but the rest in perfect stride. His steps now made a the sound of metal on marble; the blades on his feet which clashed like skates with the ground. His left fist was clenched, but if he was to open them the end of a gun barrel would be visible. He was prepared to fight if the need came. But deep inside, he hoped it wouldn't,

"Excuse me, Sir, but by the gods, who are you supposed to be? I don't appreciate those who sneak in the shadows."