Dark Side of the Moon

Roman

Roman grabbed Sakura's shirt on instinct, forgetting she was a woman in that moment, or perhaps lost in his rage.  He didn't even look down her shirt.  "You stupid bitch!  Look down on you?  Hell yeah I want to look down on you!  But I can't!  Do you know why?  BECAUSE I THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME!  HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT BEFORE IT GETS THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!"

Roman dropped her shirt and fell to the ground, tears coming from his eyes.  "Dehumanize you?  Thats a damn compliment.  I want to be a monster.  Monsters are cool.  Well.... I think I do.  I'm.... not sure anymore."

He stood up straight and wiped the tears from his eyes.  "I think, I just want to become strong... whatever that means."

Aruna

The light, a source of power, the ability to push on despite ones circumstances, grow beyond what one was even moments before.  Its power was vast, limitless and as such was wielded by the gods.  Left unchecked it heralded the consumption of everything.  The dark angel used to think it was a force of evil and those who channeled it were cruel oppressors.  But now....

The angel's batlike wings began glowing with the grace's power.  Bullets of pure radiant light were spewed from the wings, shooting towards the five angels, piercing their hearts.  Staring at the ones aiming for her limbs, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness from seeing their rabid faces, consumed by the power of the light and seeking only violence.  Aruna held out her arm, as if begging a rabid dog to bite that spot, spikes emerging from it at the last minute to pierce the angels in the stomach.  With a swipe from her arm, the skewered angels were tossed aside and the spikes sunk back into her flesh.

It was just those who wielded such a power, who let that consume them and gave into their worst impulses.  In the end, users of the light weren't any different from the demons whom they crushed.  They were all victims of god.

"Oh and you think your in charge now, a mad beast ordering me around, absurd."

Hundreds of portals spawned in the sky, all dotted in different locations with little pattern outside of covering the space.  Aruna's eyes darted towards Mael, realizing exactly what his plan was.  A dark arua surrounded both Lulu and Meal, filling them with the power of darkness, all before she returned her gaze to the injured angels.

Darkness wasn't evil, nor was light.  It was just another form of power.  If light was the power to overcome, then darkness was the power to protect.  Enjoy ripping them to pieces Lulu...  There is nothing that pleases my eyes more than watching your form rip through the bodies of my enemies, of our enemies.

Around a hundred chains emerged from the beach from the portal, flying into the sky where Meal was, caging him and the other angels in a maze of chains composed of pure light.  The portals in the sky spawned spikes radiating with dark energy that flew out to skewer the angels floating in the sky.  "Hear me angel's!  Relinquish the power of light and be spared!  What you face today........  are three enemies of god.

And with that she began chanting.

Roman

Roman turned around and held his hands up in surrender, almost as if she was pointing a gun at him.  "It went..... fine," he said, thinking about Yusho's beating.  In truth, it felt like his training never really ended.  Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if this too was a sort of yoda like lesson extending his training.  "How was Valarie?"

Roman's eyes darted away from her.  A stirring jealousy welled up within him as he pictured the two close together on the beach.  Of course that also came with a familiar pressure between his legs.  With a sigh, he closed his eyes, realizing he probably wasn't able to hide his arousal from Sakura, especially with his fangs emerging from his upper lip.

Suerte

Suerte's eyes widened as the shockwave from his fist blew back her hat covered hair.  Feeling his fingers grip her cheek, she glared at him.  "You condescending bitch.  You should have killed me, maybe at least seriously fought back."

The cowgirl turned away from him.  "Don't worry.  I won't point the gun at you.  Turns out you weren't worth it.  You can keep him Val."

Striding towards her, she placed a card between the vampire's tits.  "Let me know if you need anything."  And thus she turned and walked away.

Suerte

Suerte's eyes widened as she found fingers being pressed down her throat.  Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gagged, pulling back and placing the barrel of the gun that was once down Marc's throat into her tight belly.

"And here I thought you were defending the man," she said, glaring at the other blonde.  "If he wants to be daddy, he can earn it, but pass or fail, I don't think of him as any less of a man.  The difference between a man and a boy is one tries and the other calls for help from mommy."

Suerte started feeling up his biceps with her free hand, even while maintaining her glare.  "Look at him.  Do you really think this isn't a man?!"

Evan

Well I finished tried....

Evan stared at the sky.  Funny.... he just finished dying and now he may die yet again.  Evan laughed at the thought.  "I liked the other way better, far more suitable for the magician of lies."

The moon shone ever so brightly, the stars twinkling.  What a strange loneliness he felt....  Last time he was surrounded by his fans, his brother and his friend.  This time there was no one but a somewhat familiar sky.

I'm so lonely.....  Being born again is a lot less romantic than I thought.  Then again, most things are.

Evan thought back to Shinji and Thorra.  A goddess and a mercenary.  At the very least, if he lived past this night, things would be fun.  Even so, this was a nice glimpse into a life he could have had.  The dance was fun and the show was marvelous.  He wondered what other shows he might be able to rope the thief into.  If he hadn't met a goddess, he wouldn't have made a plan that left his fate in the hands of god.   Although, he made a note to himself not to make a plan where he got pummeled so much just to maybe keep some kids happy and safe.

"Oh who am I kidding...  I'll do that again."

Evan

The magician stared down at the ground, suspended by his tongue.  His feet were slumped on the ground.  Before he could recover, he was slammed with fist after fist, a flurry of punches denting his body.  Even still the magician spoke through the strikes.

"You are a professional.....ack!. and certainly not an innocent man.......kuh!  All other parties were informed of the risks... gah! Every single one except.... gah you."  That was all he could force out before his vision went black from the sheer ferocity of the strikes.

Evan fell to the ground, wheezing, his chest heaving in and out.  Every bone in his body was broken and the pain was too great for him to move anymore.  With his arms spread wide and his back to the floor, Evan stared up at the sky and into the stars.  "No matter what, I never disrespect my audience.  The children of today are not as innocent as you would like to pretend.  Many are exposed to cruelties far worse than anything I could imagine without any hope.  Although, I suppose I could be projecting my experience from my past life.  Is child abuse, classism, racism and crime still a thing in this world Shinji?"

Evan wheezed.  "I could have talked to you I suppose, but i'm not strong enough to survive a beatdown like this from you before the performance.  Speaking of.... can you take me to a hospital?  I can't move."