The life of the Human Race.

"Well, do what feels right. Listen to your heart and heed it's command. It's what I would do. You gotta live life in the moment." He stood up and laid a hand out to her. "So, what do you say? We gonna live in the moment?"

"Don't have anything?... So... I'm nothing to you?" He asked sadly.

"Stop!" Jasper shouted, rapidly speeding through the dark alleyways surrounding him; they connected somehow like a maze. "Wait, stop!" he repeated, the thoughts of the demon flooding through his mind. He halted suddenly before a lifeless corpse, his now violet eyes flickering upwards in time to notice the demon slide into the shadows with a low cackling laugh. Jasper lit up the shadows with beams of light, projecting them from his open palms as he faced them towards the demonic female; a low gasp escaped him as something slammed into his chest, and he was sent flying back into the brick wall.

Miguel felt the presence of an angel nearby. There was a demon also. He hurried up and followed the esences to a dark alley. He landed near the entrance, the angel was near him, the demon was a little far. He entered the alley with his sword in his hands. He saw the poor angel as he slammed the brick wall. Miguel ran towards him. "Hey. Are you ok?" He asked while looking into the shadows, trying to figure out where the demon was.

He gave a pat on her head. "It's ok. I understand. We could go shopping if you wish."

The next day Mikael returned to the park near the church. There were a lot of children playing there. He liked to scare children by giving them nightmares, it was so easy and delicious. He was looking for a prey. Sooner or later one of the children would return home with their parents and he will follow them to their house and terrify that child this night. He could fell the presence of the church, like a pressure on the back of his head, but he didn't pay attention to it. He was hunting.

"Well..." Here he carefully brought up something she could do and tried to not offend her by bringing it up. "You could take a shower..." He braced himself just in case she hit him. "I mean, I haven't heard you go in there for longer than five minutes. I don't think anyone could take a shower that quickly." 'Man, no matter how I try to make this not sound bad, it sounds worse!'

"Alright. If you follow me, I'll show you how it works." He said as he stood up.

Once he walked into the bathroom, he walked inside of the shower and pointed to the nob on the right. "This is Hot. Don't be afraid to use it for the entire time, cause I have a personal water heater that can be used for up to two hours straight." He added. "The left is cold water." Hope reached behind him and pulled out some Coconut butter shampoo. "It sounds weird but it's great for cleaning hair. " He put down the bottle and picked up another one. "This is what I use for washing my body. I like it cause it smells like strawberries. Mm... Strawberries..." He shook his head and opened a cabinet and pulled out a purple unused loofa. "If you use these, this can be yours."

"Oh conditioner? Yeah. "He reached into the cabinet again and pulled out a white bottle. "It's not named brand, hope that's okay."

Kirby pulled back slightly, hearing Miguel's tone shift. While not quite aggressive or angry, it was heavier. Though, in all reasoning, it was a bit disrespectful for him to bow before the angel, seeing how they did serve the same Lord. "I'm sorry," he returned the angel's warm smile before jumping at the question. "Oh, right, that. Well, it's a long story..." As Miguel escorted the priest to his home on the opposite side of the park, Kirby recounted the fateful night that changed his life in his youth, down to the details about 'sensing' an evil presence, the angel that saved him and how the town folk didn't believe him. He found the sky growing dark as he wrapped up his tale. "Oh my, it's getting late." He was about to lean forward in a bow to Miguel, but stopped himself half way through, "Right, thank you very much for your help. You truly are a noble angel to help a person like myself. I hope our paths cross again soon." With another warm smile he turned and entered his tiny abode.

The priest took off his holy attire, prepared it for the following day and changed into some humble clothing, making himself a hot tea.
His thoughts drifted to that of the days occurrences as his eyelids drew heavy and he had fallen asleep in his office chair.

He waited for her to finish before he facepalmed. "Sorry. I'll just... uh... Leave now." And he quickly left the bathroom.

"I've been hearing a lot of sighing today. Are you sure you don't wanna do anything?"

He gave a small chuckle at her jump and fully walked into her room. "Well, what do you feel like doing? I'm up for anything."

"I'm fine", Jasper muttered, moving to his feet as he kept his gaze upon the shadows in the short distance. The darkness was lit up with several beams of blinding light, which projected from his open palm as he faced it towards the direction of the demon. "Come out, Arianna", he said clearly, reading her mind, which acted well in his favour since it meant he could absorb all the information within her head. "You've killed enough people", he said, his voice a slightly stronger tone this time. He managed to dodge another attack from the demon as she lunged at him with an infuriated hiss, grabbing her wrist tightly as he untucked his wings and lifted up from the ground, becoming locked in a unarmed battle with her in mid-air.

Miguel stayed on the ground. He was prepared to go into the battle if it was necesary but he couldn't interfere now. A 2x1 wasn't fair. He looked attentively to the battle in case his help was needed.

He paused. "I could say several inappropriate things here that I will wisely choose not to say." Hope thought for a minute. "I have a pool in the back that we could go swimming in." he suggested.

"Oh you know. Just things." He said off-handedly.

"Depends on your point of view and the situation at hand." He told her vaguely.

"Ones that I really shouldn't be thinking. Trust me on this. It's for the best that they are forgotten." He said to her as gently as he could. 'She doesn't need this. Not yet. I've only known her for three days, this should be in the back of my mind.' 'But you already told her you love her.' 'That was different.' 'Suuuuuuuuuure' 'Shut up will you?' 'But I'm you.' '... Just shut up.'

Hope paused. "Uh.. Well, those things that I could have said could have been very.... sexual... I really had no reason to say them, other than to say them, so I didn't." He said awkwardly.

He looked down embarrassed and shook his head. "Not really."

"I know, it's just... I..." He sighed. "It's hard to explain."

He looked at her for a second before reaching up and rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry, my brain is still trying to process the explaining I should do. Can you explain that in small words? Heads starting to hurt too."

I know that feel. It suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkks. Hopefully you don't almost choke on your own blood like I did. *Shudders* So... Metallicy...

He shook his head. "Later. I'll explain later, if you don't mind?" Hope asked as he mumbled to himself. "Cursed Brain and your random pains..."

Same thing happened to me. Sucks about the throw up and the boyfriend seeing it though. Hopefully you won't feel the pain in the next two weeks. That won't make life fun.

He just smiled at her. "Nope!" As happily as he could he added, "It feels like a bomb went off in my head, I feel this strange sensation in my chest, and I feel like crying. But, there's no point in worrying about stuff that can't be fixed, so I'll deal with it on my own eventually."

He shrugged. "There is nothing to tell. I was just stating how I was feeling."

He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "We could always play a game or something." He suggested/offered.