Angel with Demon eyes (Bastille)

[Gabriel Seran]

The pain was phenominal. Almost endearing if it wasn't such a hastle. The youth with emerald eyes found himself thrown about in a reckless manner. Pain jolted throgh his bones and muscles begging for rest. He didn't dare look at his surroundings all he knew was pain. It encompassed him and became the very person he was before. Pain had become his redeemer. And then the bright light saved him. His Demon lurked over his stead and protected his life.


'You were born for great deeds Gabriel Seran, a shame you have been brought to the mercy of such whelps.'

The voice of his mother played in his head. It was a much harsher tone than he'd ever heard her use because the words weren't hers. Though the youth wondered who was this Gabriel Seran? What sin had he committed to hear this violent voice harp on him?

Eyes opened to a bright dawn. The shudders hung loosely open revealing slight rays to enter. His soft face grew illuminated by the suns rays. The blood that had once strew his face was now cleared away revealing an attractive looking young man. Serene eyes were given the peace of mind to look upon a new sight of the world. His bones ached and muscles felt no urge to move from the sterile bed that had been made for him. His right hand felt numb as he looked at it oddly. The thing didn't feel as though it was his own but upon examination of it the thing looked to resemble a normal arm. He could not recall why he felt suspicious about that.

"Hello....is anyone there?" The emerald eyed youth pondered, he needed to thank his savior.

[Bastille]

Gabriel might not have time to gouge the reaction of an encyclopedia coming straight for his face. Two others followed quickly suit. A dark figure merged from the corner next to the book case. Crimson eyes seemed to glow before anything else was visible in the dim light. Bastille walked up slowly and then with a quick draw back of her hand slapped him hard, backhanded, across the face. She then turned around and began to prepare a glass of water and two pills.

“Take this, you green eyes twat” she voice was scolding and aggravated.

She called two nurses in before he could say anything, and in quick and somewhat rushed Latin as well as some words in French she gave them instructions. Bastille sniffed all snotty like on her way out of the room before she turned the corner and went to rest for a bit. Meanwhile, The nurses, with no words and no warning and or course hardly any discretion, began to remove his clothing and bandages. They carried him half naked to another room to begin bathing him. They then, just as tough as before, carried him back and dressed him. They began to feed him and finished with his bandages when Bastille re entered the room her face positively dismal.

She ordered them out in german then sat down in the chair next to his bed. Her eyes looked quizzically at him before she crossed her arms and leaned back. She made it apparently obvious she was not going to talk unless spoken too.

[Gabriel Seran]

Eyes reacted quickly as two large books flew across the room making their imprint upon his gentle face. He tried moving to evad making slow distance between the projectiles feeling the weight of his injuries tear into him.

*Slap*

The rigid hand crossed his face leaving only a large red surface on his pale features. The stinging remained ever constant and irritating. Anger jolted to the surface but he couldn't react with the pain. Emerald eyes shown fury but in the same moment softness for his demon. She'd been the one to save him? Why such violence?

His eyes didn't leave her as she ordered several attendants to roughly administer him about the place. He was shoved stripped and bathed publicly in a humiliating fashion. Cheeks burned ruby as they scrubbed his scabs of their rough surfaces. He never once wailed in pain before the Demon but his vision remained unfaltering.

Once they'd finished he was laid back into bed beneath the comfortable satin sheets that carressed his broken shell of a body. His gaze met hers curiously, he'd never seen this woman before but why did she seem so familiar. And why of all things so hostile?

"I ...uh...hmmm thanks..." The emerald eyed boy looked down embarrassed and humbled. What more could he say,he didn't even know his own name.

[Bastille]

“no problem….so it obvious your not sure on why you’re here…who you are….your mannerisms are different and your body language is telling me completely different things from what I had read before….its a talent”

She didn’t have time to sit here and explain everything to him, only the basics. But Her eyes examined him up and down one more time. She raised a brow crossing her arms over top each other. She had helped Gabriel because she didn’t trust anyone in a hospital to do it without kill him for revenge, which would not teach him the lesson he needed to learn.

Neither did loosing your memory and Bastille had to resist the urge to slam more books in his face. But to make sure she wouldn’t make a fool of herself like she already was clad in a crimson red blouse with a white jabot and cream colored skirt that extended to her ankles…..really…what could be more unlike her? She closed her eyes then opened one to look at him.

“do you really not remember a thing?”

[Gabriel Seran]

His red eyed demon glared at him with those decorative lenses. The emerald eyed boy stared back with curiousity. Questions bounced in his head like a startled newborn. And his body wiltered like an old man. Such repulsive opposites tugging at his entity. He twitched his fingers atop the blanket feeling the familiar contures of the mends in his bones. Something had shattered him there before. But he couldn't recall, it angered him not knowing but there was always a looming presence telling him to forget it that only bad memories lie down the path.

“do you really not remember a thing?”

The emerald eyed boy pondered for a moment only to shake his head disappointed. Did she know him from before? Did they have a history? He truly wanted to know if his demon could shed some light on his past. Dark as it may be. He was afraid however. Of what he'd done.

"What's your name?" Gabriel pleaded innocently with childlike eyes. He wanted a good base to start this new life and why not with her.

[Bastille]

“dear god, be happy languages aren’t affected when you get amnesia…honestly…or else I wouldn’t be able to understand you frenchie.” She paused a minute after saying that and thought about it.

“I suppose I should call you Gabriel…or do you also not remember your birth name…?”

Bastille hadn’t signed up for memory loss. She was only so good at healing them, slapping them around for their stupidity then sending them on their merry way. This was out of her job description. She pursed her lips and then got up to start doing random chores around the room. She continued to use them as tools while she thought about how to repair the poor saps memory. Bastille had defiantly not signed up for this mess.

She didn’t even know his past well, she could tell him only minimal things about his past but she could say a lot for what his personality was and how he worked and thought before. Bastille was going to sooner or later find a solution that would jog his memories back awake. He would surely be killed like this, she couldn’t have his death be her fault…and it surely wouldn’t be good if he went to school innocent in mind and then killed for crimes…

She sighed.

“what do you know so far?”

[Gabriel Seran]

(ooc: haha irony because you did sign up for memory loss XD)

IC:

Gabriel? So he was Gabriel, it was funny because the name didn't match him. Something inside made him doubt his relation to a God or even a higher power of sorts. It was his own fault that he'd ended up into this position. He knew sin had a way of finding him even here. Flashes of priests and their chants popped in his head. The chanting of their prayers in his mind. Had he been associated with the church? his past came merely in flashes bursting in violently and then leaving faded images that imprinted upon the empty canvas.

"You still haven't given me your name..."

Gabriel looked up defiantly ignoring her statement. His mind aching from the exertion. The white bandages about him feeling damp and heavy against his thin body. It was painful how they etched at him. His Crimson eyed angel wouldn't have done it for cruel purposes he could tell but something in her voice hinted at hostility. Gabriel could not understand why, beautiful things in his mind never struck him as ever being blemished by anger.

[Bastille]

“You used to call me scum of the earth, and other such names….but I guess memory loss is good for one thing. Name is Bastille…” She said quietly and continued to prep something at that counter in the room. She continued at it in silence for another moment before turning around and handing him three halves of three different pills and a cup of lemon cinnamon spiced water. She handed the water first then the pills.

“take these every day in halves, and with spiced water of your choice…it will help get the bad taste down…those pills will have you healed quicker, but you’ll be weak and easily tired. Take it easy and rest the first couple of days. You can stay as long as it takes for you to get better but then im booting you out” She said, the last part sounding like a false threat, just for the sake of having a threat.

She got to her feet. Bastille had commissioned herself a pair of boots but the way they reacted to her qi was starting to hurt her feet. She refused to wear them in public until she had mastered their effects. But the effects as of now where only bruised ankles. She almost stumbled out of the room however she did it with grace. She came back later and checked on him. Bastille had kept him alive to keep him from dying and escaping his punishment…but now she was finding a new reason to keep him alive. With a sigh she rubbed her ankles as she sat down and looked at him.

“anything else?” ….in ten minutes she would call for a maid to take over so she could return home…she was to lazy to play nurse all day.

[Gabriel Seran]

Bastille? The words held some resonance in his mind. They held a certain importance but he couldn't recall exactly as to what. It didn't matter he owed Bastille his life and he'd be endebted to pay it back. Gabriel nodded with a small pale neutral looking face.

"I'm sorry that must have been rather rude of me... I apologize," Gabriel smiled lightly his figure gaining some color now that the pills were swallowed.

"Seems as though every dog has his day to be wrong." (ooc: not me XD) Gabriel sighed lightly leaning back in the makeshift bed of his.

His bones still ached but the pills gave him a sort of numbness. Never completely dissolving the pain but at the very least it gave him the edge over his body. He could move, he was alive and thankful to have Bastille looking over him. A small sigh escaped his lips.

"Thank you Bastille, I wish I could be...." Gabriel didn't get to finish as the heavy sleep hit him like a brick wall.

Dreams fluttered in his mind violent premonissions and past memories. He felt a strong bond to them but the man within the image wasn't him it was the true heir to this body Gabriel Seran.

Aurora had said that it would end in a bloody climax, though to whose definition? Gabriel saw farther then her eyes sought. Gabriel knew the power of foresight proved stonger. He would regain everything. And more. Gabriel Seran saw his path and objectives everything became one and then.... emptiness and the imposter regained control.

Another day perhaps, for now the Dark King slept and waited.