Guard My House! (Deniel)

Suddenly, Deniel realized that he could just use the bookshelf it self to tell the alphabet. He looked at the very top, where the letter A was. Then, he moved to the right of the bookshelf, seeing the letter B, and then the letter C. One of the books must go there. He looked at the second letter of the author's last name. The letter E was the second letter, and he searched for the right spot to put it. He found the spot and shoved the book inside. One down, two to go. It was like dealing with the thieves. The next one he found a spot for was the letter G. Finally, he had the letter T. Unfortunately for him, this was the only author in the client's library which has the letter T for an author. Deniel had to remember where the letter T was. "Damn it! Okay...A...B...C.........D.......................E! F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q......R......S........U......T? No! It's S, T, U!" He found the right spot for the book, and jumped for joy at his triumph.

With the bandits, he didn't feel anything, but for organizing just three books, Deniel felt as if he accomplished the biggest thing in his life. "Woooo! I did, it, I did it! Go Deniel, go Deniel, go Deni-Oh right, the rest of the house." He returned to the more important task at hand, which was organizing the rest of the house. He found the spots for everything else, and there was only one thing left inside the bag. To his surprise, it was a crystal, which glowed green and gave off a strange feeling in the air.


OOC:

Eyes of the White Angel: 6/6

All cool downs for this spells are no longer in affect.

Deniel went back to cleaning up the client's house and putting things back where they belong. Satisfied, he finally walked outside of the house with pride. Cleaning things wasn't the best thing he could do, but he felt proud that he actually pulled it off instead of getting frustrated and giving up right away. He took a deep breath at the fresh air. The sun was now even lower than before, it was going to get dark soon. He wondered when in the world the client was going to get back. Peace Village was located near the river, maybe he could just dump the dead bodies of the thieves there. Luckily for him, the client's house was pretty much right next to it, and it was isolated so no one would suspect anything. He dragged the dead bodies across the lawn and dumped them straight into the river. He felt like a deranged serial killer. That didn't matter to him.

"It must be the devil inside me." Although, he didn't think that was a valid excuse. He hated sadistic people, ironically, did this make him sadistic? He gave a train of thoughts about it, but shook his head in the end. "No. Can't be. All I did was defend myself from my own death, that's not sadistic." His self talking and thoughts were about to come to an end, as he looked to his left. There, approaching the client's house, was another group of thieves. He was going to need to get busy once again.

OOC:

Eyes of the White Angel Cool Down: 1/8

The member 'Decayuss' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

'Monster Dice' :

There was another group of thieves. Instead of having knives, these three had swords. One of them held two at a time. Deniel prepared himself for another battle, hopefully the last one of this day. This time, he didn't feel like making it dramatic or last out long. He wanted to end this fast and get the job done already. The thieves approached the house, with Deniel standing on the front lawn, ready for them. These guys looked a lot tougher and more fearless, although they were probably of the same strength. They had rugged clothing and bad facial hair, as well as bandanas of the same color tied around their heads. They were all taller than Deniel as well, which was surprising, seeing how Deniel himself was taller than average height. A lot taller. Nonetheless, Deniel faced down all three of them when they walked in front of him. He was the only thing between them and the house. "I swear, if one more group other than you idiots show up, I'm going to just rob this house myself."

The bandits stared at each other, and then laughed out loud, the one in the middle speaking. "Listen here, ya' runt! We jus' be needin' to take tha' values, and in return, we don't kill ya'! Just walk away! Deniel cracked his knuckles and gave a simple "Hah!" "Or, you guys can just walk away, and I promise not to kill you. We both know how low of a chance that is to happen, though." The bandits stared at each other once, again, and one made the bold move of cutting Deniel right away. "You arrogant bastard! We'll teach you!"


OOC:

Eyes of the White Angel Cool Down: 2/8

Deniel dodged the blow by jumping in the air, but at the same time, flying. He spun around once in the air and then stretched himself out. Out of his back came jet black feathered wings, which kept him in the air long enough. Once in the air, he flapped both of his wings, one after another towards the bandits. Out of his wings came waves of light and darkness, which expanded quickly to hit each of the bandits once. He caught them by surprise once, but there was no guarantee that he was about to do it again. This surprise made it so each of the bandits were hit with his attack, and each receiving a deep cut in their upper body area, two cuts, in fact, because each wave had hit each bandit once, with them grouped up together and the cut span being so large.

Once he finished his attack, he returned himself to the ground. Immediately, he found himself in the face of bandit, who sent his sword down to Deniel. Narrowly, Deniel dodged the blade by side-stepping, but as soon as he recovered from that, another bandit was at his side, and stabbing at him. Deniel narrowly dodged that by jumping aside, but his blade grazed the side of his skin, putting a cut inside of him. Deniel staggered, grabbing the cut. It was near his rib cage, and nearly actually put an injury on his rib. These guys didn't give Deniel any time to recover, as one already slashed towards his back area. Deniel fell to the ground as a cut was formed on his back. These guys were beating him, and they were all much weaker. He needed to step his game up right now. They all laughed mockingly at him when he started to push himself up. "Alright, guys. Playtime is over."

OOC:

Eyes of the White Angel: 3/8

Nephalem Wings: 1/5

"Fine! Ya' mind provin' all that big talk fo' a little guy!?" Deniel brushed himself off and stared at all of them. His eyes were now both red and sky-blue. He activated his Nephalem Eyes. No mercy, once again. They laughed at him, and he wasn't about to take it. He wasn't angry, he just wanted revenge. He stared at all of them with his red and sky-blue eyes. They went in for another attack, one starting out with slashing at Deniel, who dodged it with ease. Just like last time, once he dodged one, another one came in. This pattern seemed to repeat, the second he finished dodging one, another one came in. They were trying to find an opening or tire him out. He side-stepped one, then jumped away from another, and then narrowly dodged another by swaying his upper body. After a while, he finally had enough.

He formed an orb on the palm of his hand as he was ducking under a horizontal slash. Then, as soon as another attack came in on him, he threw the orb straight at the ground and jumped in the air, taking flight once again. The orb detonated, luckily on all three of them, and they were all thrown out of order. They needed time to recover, but Deniel wasn't going to give them even that. He was going to kill all of these guys right now. Once they were thrown off balance and off form by the blast, he landed right in front of one and kicked him straight in the stomach right on the ground. Right afterward, he flapped one of his wings behind him to form a deep cut inside one behind him, who was still on the ground. The third guy got up and went after Deniel, not wasting any time. Deniel was well prepared for this, as he turned around and flapped his wing at a point-blank range. Sure, it wasn't as big, but it hit the bandit straight in the throat, killing him in seconds. One down, two wounded to go.

The one that he was standing her the entire time was recovering, and he tried stabbing Deniel's leg. Deniel simply moved his leg out of the way and sent his foot straight into the bandits face. Afterwards, he took flight once again and dove straight down to the corpse of the one he killed. He grabbed the blade of the dead body, and began to use it as his own. The other two had finally recovered themselves, but the cut on one and the kicking blows on the other had them both a little dizzy. This had their form off when they tried attacking Deniel, who parried their attack with ease. The only experience he had holding a sword was from earlier, but he was like a natural expert with one.

He easily disarmed one of the bandits and sent his blade straight into his chest, making him fall to the ground lifeless. Two down, only one more to go. Deniel stared him down. This was the one that he had cut earlier, and he was panting heavily. He stared at Deniel's eyes, in complete fear. "You......JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Deniel approached him slowly. He made almost no attempt to move, as he was too paralyzed in fear. Once Deniel was close enough, he stared straight at him with his eyes. This guy, unlike the others, was exactly his height. "I'm a Nephalem." Deniel said this with no emotion, with no remorse for what he'd done, and with no regrets. Right after saying it, he drove the blade straight into the bandit's heart. He kept it there for a few seconds, drove it deeper, and eventually kicked the lifeless body to the ground.

Deniel threw the sword aside and looked at the three bodies. One after another. Once again, he killed more and more people. Normal mages would just let them go or scare them off, but Deniel showed no mercy to jobs like this. If he found an enemy, he killed him. Little did he know, he was exactly like the father he didn't know.


OOC:

Eyes of the White Angel: 4/8

Nephalem Wings: 2/5

Nephalem Eyes: 1/5

Right at that time, Deniel heard something drop to the ground. He turned in the direction of the sound, and he saw a man in a black business suit and suitcase. He had a handsome face and slicked back brown hair, and he stared at Deniel in complete horror. "Y-You. Who are you!?" Deniel stared at him with his wings and eyes still on. "I'm Deniel. Deniel Thorman, and I think it's a mission accomplished. I've protected your house until you returned. Now, if you'll be so kind as to hand me my payment, I'll be on my way." His client looked at the dead bodies back and fourth, with a few drops of sweat going from his head. He looked at Deniel, in complete disapproval. "I-I know I wanted you to protect my house.....b-but.....I didn't want this! You were supposed to scare them off, not kill them! No deal!"

Deniel took serious offense to this mockery of a job. He clenched his fist and grabbed the client by his collar, holding him up to his face. He was really mad this time. "Listen here! I did exactly as the damn job told me to! I defended your house, nothing was stolen, nothing was broken! If you want it done a specific way, then say so! Otherwise, you can shut up, stop complaining, and give me my god damn reward!" Deniel spoke with anger, but not a whole lot of it, just enough to where the client would get the memo. He wasn't about to go on this job empty handed. He had no regards towards the killings he committed, he didn't even think of them as important or significant. To him, life was insignificant.



OOC:

Eyes of the White Angel: 5/8

Nephalem Wings: 3/5

Nephalem Eyes: 2/5

"O-Okay! J-Just a moment please!" Deniel let the client down on the ground, and he ran straight inside his house. Deniel turned to face it and crossed his arms, leaning a bit on his hip as he usually did. He knew that the client wouldn't screw him over here, because he would just stand there until he got his reward. Deniel tapped his foot on the ground, and stared at the dead bodies as the minutes passed. Deniel eventually grew impatient, and he started towards the house to go inside himself. Once he did, though, the client came out holding a small bag containing the reward for Deniel. He threw it at him instead of handing it to him, and Deniel caught it with his right hand. He opened the bag up and looked inside, seeing if the full reward was there.

Satisfied, he closed the bag and turned to leave. "Yeah! Go! G-Get the Hell out of here, damn monster!" Deniel walked a few paces before he took flight once again and flew away from the client's vacation house that he worked so hard to protect. By this time, night had finally fallen, and it was complete darkness as the glided through the air. A smirk appeared on his face, an evil one. "Black hearted evil, or brave hearted hero? I think I'm starting to find my answer. And I don't think people are going to like it." The answer was that Deniel was probably going towards the evil side. He liked his angel form, indeed, but he disregarded life with no remorse, and that was not justice. That was pure evil.