If u forgot, since I don't use this OC very often, D'ia is DiamondShadow, which is the dark angel.
Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the troon room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porselein face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark angel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.
"What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.
"You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.
"How am I funny?" The dark angel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.
"You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old angel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.
"D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.
"I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his hart-, hart only pure and good for the one he loved.
"D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.
"Yes?" she replied, her voice a little meer high pitched and quiet than before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old angel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.
"Maybe I could try a few spells. So u could become your age again."
"They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."
"I will only try if u let me." The porselein doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fontein filled with blood. Ez pulled out a mes and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp mes at his skin.
"What are u doing?"
"Getting ready to start the spell."
"Do u have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.
"The spell works better when u use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.
"You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few seconden to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.
"Sweetie, u can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat volgende to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.
"Sweetie? Are u okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.
"I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring u back," he said, smiling up at her. The angel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.
"Babe, could u get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking troon and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.
"Are u sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The angel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the angel whispered something to him.
"I love you," she said.
"I love u too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.
Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the troon room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porselein face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark angel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.
"What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.
"You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.
"How am I funny?" The dark angel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.
"You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old angel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.
"D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.
"I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his hart-, hart only pure and good for the one he loved.
"D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.
"Yes?" she replied, her voice a little meer high pitched and quiet than before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old angel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.
"Maybe I could try a few spells. So u could become your age again."
"They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."
"I will only try if u let me." The porselein doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fontein filled with blood. Ez pulled out a mes and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp mes at his skin.
"What are u doing?"
"Getting ready to start the spell."
"Do u have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.
"The spell works better when u use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.
"You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few seconden to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.
"Sweetie, u can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat volgende to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.
"Sweetie? Are u okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.
"I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring u back," he said, smiling up at her. The angel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.
"Babe, could u get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking troon and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.
"Are u sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The angel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the angel whispered something to him.
"I love you," she said.
"I love u too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.
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"Any last words?" he cocked his gun and smirked.
"You're an imb-"
He pulled the trigger before words could escape, and watched as the vampire disintegrated.
Quickly he left the church and headed into the woods, first a town of beasts and now a vampire, what meer could he handle?
While walking, enjoying the night of no stars and a half moon, his red eyes caught a girl of smaller stature than his own. "A human? But I thought they all died in town."
D's eyes narrowed as he stalked the girl, she was running, but from what? Ignoring all his senses to pursue the her and take her fresh blood, he followed the human instead. She was quick and agile, her eyes showed no fear, yet deep inside he could read she was petrified. Suddenly, she stopped backing up against a gate, cornered as a dark shadow towered over her.
"I thought I killed him?" He hissed placing his hand on his Smith and Wesson.
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Let the transformation begin.
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((More?))
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions door touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: varen, fern and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first maand of life, he was kidnapped door the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions door touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: varen, fern and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first maand of life, he was kidnapped door the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling volgende to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their guns at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling volgende to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their guns at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight door wings. Shape shift to wolf and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was gegeven the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note zei that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))