The Beezlebub Escape (Mission Naught, open to others with request)

The Beelzebub District a large island made to contain the most deadliest of prisoners. Murderers, rapist just the plain old psychotic people that need to be locked up. It is very well gaurded, and kept heavily secure and it is known as impossible to break free and get off such a island. But today would make a mark in history, when some of the most dangerous beings would get free.

JD took a mission to patrol some of the gates for 24 hrs, from the briefing he was told that there would be another one on his side. But JD has seen no sight of him, either he was working early and hard or he was late. JD found this mission boring because nothing was happening, he actually wanted someone to break free so he can at least have a little action.

He met the prison warden, who told him all the details and such. The warden was a skinny fellow but he was known for being really strict with his prisoners. Some of his colleagues looked suspicious to JD, made him shiver a bit. One of them looked plain old creepy, had a hunch back and an eye patch over his right eye. As soon as the briefing was over, JD grinned and waved the warden off to his office. He sat on a stair rail, in the middle of a hallway and got a good look at the scenery. The prison was red, with red headlights gave it a very creepy look. All the bars were dirty but hard, to hold the lower danger people. All the big guys were in the lower parts of the prison, even a nine tailed kitsune who was feared greatly. JD yawned and scratched his died. "I wonder where this other guy is."

Not a moment later than JD asked for Azrael, did he appear. The first thing visible as he walked down the hallway towards JD was his face. He appeared expressionless, calm, harmless, however, most of those who were assassins knew that this most certainly wasn't the case. Azrael was a very cruel being and didn't tolerate much. Normally, he didn't enjoy his job being made harder by things like prison breaks, but he figured maybe he'd get the chance to kill a person or two, quite possibly more. The thought of it excited him so much that he couldn't help but to allow a smile to creep on his face. Thinking about blood made him shiver with pleasure, however, his happiness seemed to subside as he approached JD who was sitting on a stair rail scratching his head.

He looked at him briefly, but he managed to capture the image of JD's body into his mind. He casually approached him and avoided looking at him, not from fear or nervousness, but from disgust. It was obvious that Azrael was disgusted. He noticed JD wasn't a warden and immediately decided that was the person who he was to be teamed with. He silently thought to himself. Out of all people why.. Without realizing, his thoughts manifested into words and he spat out the last two with a tone that screamed hate. "Human." It was not mentioned to him earlier what he was going to be working with, but it didn't come as a surprise that he was human. He always seemed to get stuck with them despite hating the race and feeling superior to them. He looked at JD again when the words slipped his lips, seeing how he would react to him.

It was quite weird to JD when as soon as he finished asking where this guy was, he appeared. "What a strange fellow." he said simply staring at him as he walked down. JD remained where he was, he wasn't going to jump done to greet him or anything like that. But from the look on this guys face, he wouldn't return any greetings either. He looked dead serious just a cold expressionless face. His expression almost looked like disgust, not even almost he was disgusted.

JD showed a slight grin, if the guy wanted to scrap JD wouldn't hesitate to oblige. He started to rattle his shoulders in anticipation from the fight. But the guys next words, would surely make JD amped. The way he said human, it had so much tone and disrespect to it. It was obvious he thought of humans as trash as most beings did. But JD loved to prove them wrong, he loved to show the people who thought they deserve respect just from their race that they were wrong. To JD respect and honor is earned, most times through a fight. The Goetian took a look at JD with some menacing eyes, JD returned them just the same way he did. While peeking down at him, getting closer. "Goetian I presume? Gotta problem with human blood? Wanna do something about it?" he asked him, with a wide smile on his face. JD really hoped that this guy would do something, he was so bored from this mission that he needed some type of excitement.

But the whole situation would turn south, when all the lights went out in the hall way leaving everything pitch black. JD backed up and looked around, "What the hell." after one second the red lights flashed back on, it was weird. JD looked pretty shocked, and saw a open cage door down the hall way on the right. "How in the world?" he asked blankly. Next was a tall figure about 7 foot something and muscular, possibly a undead who was sent here for causing murders. He had a horrible smile and bald head with cuts on it. He was cracking his knuckles "Tonight is not your lucky night you two. This place is the last place you wanna be." he said running at them with a raised fist.

JD's provocation managed to get to Azrael. However, he hadn't wanted to screw up the mission. Even though he terribly wished for a chance to crush JD, a lowly human, failing the mission would bring him great shame and injure his pride which seemed to be endless. He faced a struggle, but he managed to suppress his urges to accept the challenge issued by JD. He simply averted his eyes and spit out a quick reply that he didn't mean at all, "A lowly human, has no right to challenge a being such as myself." He was overflowing with the urge to fight JD, but he had to hold back. His hand was wrapped tight around the handle of his katana and he was gripping it so tightly that his hand would have ripped open had the two not been interrupted by the light turning off and on and the cage door opening. The moment the door open, Azrael grinned.

"Save your enthusiasm for later." It wasn't long before a rather large prisoner who dwarfed Azrael by about a foot charged them claiming it wasn't a lucky day for the two men. He had his hand raised and it was obvious that his aim was to punch one of them. A sadistic look appeared in Azrael's eyes and a large killing intent was released from his body, he was sure JD could feel his excitement. Within moments, he drew his katana from the sheath. It was quite the opposite of an unlucky day, it was beginning to look like a pretty exciting day for Azrael as the first wave of prisoners approached them. He shouted a name and his blade faintly began to glow and just as soon the light from it faded. "Raziel!" Once the glow of the blade faded away, a rather large beast appeared behind Azrael and it had been snarling and growling. The beast was about a foot taller than Azrael as well, but he had it trained to follow him, and right now he wished for it to attack the prisoner, and so it charged, teeth bared.

JD felt the killing intent coming from this goetian, no matter what he seemed he did not have JD's respect he had to earn it. He stayed in place sitting on his stair rail, he knew the guy would take out the free prisoner his intent was just flowing off of him. JD was starting to wonder how that door opened.

The lights went off, and the door opened. Surely someone with a key couldn't have gotten so close to us and just escaped from the both of us right under our noses. This has something alot more behind it, I feel this is going to be a long night.

JD watched his up and coming rival summoned a beast, a manticore infact. JD was quite fond of those creatures, he liked powerful beings. But the fact that is was this guy's he wouldn't acknowledge him. He simply shrugged it off, and watched to see what the beast and its owner could do. But that would soon, as he noticed the caged door infront of him opened, there was a large guy in that one aswell about the same height as the first one but this one had hair on his head. He got up slowly and his eyes cold, he was undead aswell. JD looked at him with low eyes, resting his head on his palm. The undead prisoner growled and stood fully, dashing at JD. JD reacted easily and landed a strong kick to its face, landing on the ground and aiming a opened palm straight to its abdomen, with Ki strengthening his attack slightly but even that was enough to take out the undead. He flew back to his caged room, unconscious with spit falling from its mouth. JD walked over to the cage and closed it making sure it was locked. He yelled over to Goetian. "These guys aren't that strong! Don't take to long!"

JD looked down the left hallway, to see multiple cages open about ten to thirteen. JD looked a little shocked by this aswell. But that could prove to be troublesome. Where he was sitting his radio was going off, the walkie talkie that the warden gave him. "Blllstrrrkkkkk....Are you ther....Bllssssssrrrrrrrkkk. We are at the controls department, someone has breached the controls Blllrrsssssssk. Very dangerous. I repeat to all fellow gaurds Very dangerous. The high level prisoners...three have escaped by unknown means...." After that alot of wreckage would be heard from the radio. JD looked serious for once. "AYE Goetian! were going to have hold that fight off for a while! It's gonna be a long night!" JD was cracking his knuckled about to face the low level prisoners coming his way.

The beast charged the prisoner and bit him, it's fangs tore through both his skin and bones with ease. It bit a large hole into the man and blood leaked from the new hole that Raziel had torn into the man. He dropped to his knees, then flat on his face. Once the man was down, the beast shined brightly, then disappeared from sight. Azrael seemed to have agreed with JD about the weakness of the prisoners they were currently facing, he decided he would save his energy for the stronger three prisoners that escaped as he heard from JD's walkie-talkie. He faced his blade towards the prisoners who were now coming towards the men and analyzed each of them as they approached. The prisoners appeared all ready to fight, if they were allowed the chance to fight. But, they were very different. Each of them came in different shapes and sizes, and different features as well. Azrael knew it was foolish to judge someone based on their appearance, so he judged them as he normally judged people. They were all lower class then him, so they did not deserve the right to live. So it was decided, each and every prisoner would suffer a tragic death at his hand, unless JD got to them before he did.

JD, his thoughts briefly drifted from the potential threat of the prisoners to his human partner. According to his desire to fight Azrael, he seemed to enjoy challenges, and that was something Azrael respected. Also, being as arrogant as Azrael, he disliked being referred to as a Goetian because it labeled him apart of a group and he felt superior to any and all beings. Before he began his massacre on the prisoners who were quickly approaching, he turned his head back to JD, his face completely blank and free of emotion, though he was suppressing quite a lot of excitement. "My name is Azrael." He hadn't cared much for the name of his partner, and so once his name left his mouth, he took the blade of his sword and lifted the sleeve of his black white summer yukata revealing his tan colored arm and sliced it. Blood began flowing from it and so he swung his arm in the direction of the prisoners releasing several drops of blood, and just as soon as it was released from his arm, they flew towards the enemies in the form of needles piercing through two rather larger prisoners who shielded the rest.

The place was creepy. Eerie in fact. Lucrezia felt uncomfortable, a bit terrified, like a walk in an alleyway at night, only somehow more creepy. It didn't seem possible. Her body took hesitant but strong strides, hurried with her glimmering, opaque wings spanning on her back. As if they were in mid-process of vanishing, the glowed dimly like a light. Her blue eyes filled to the brim with discomfort while prisoners in cells all moaned and whispered. Ignoring them with a look full of panic, she hurried, looking for her brother. Of all times he could ask her to come visit, this was not one she wanted. Her petite body, barely reaching 5'6 in height was peering around with anxiety. Left and right, beasts glared at her. She didn't want to be here. "R-Rapheal..?" Her voice was a choked whisper while she stepped backwards and the lights flickered. The filth, the germs, the moans. Oh she couldn't take it. nearly in tears from the horror show, it was no shock she would screech in surprise when the lights went out.

Like a baby she sobbed a bit and looked around. Where was her brother? Her older brother? She couldn't be sure, but as she sought for his warmth, she couldn't find him. "R-RAPHEAL!" She screamed again, her hands over her ears, clearly not aware of her surroundings or the fact she was a pray here. An intercom managed some sentences in between the static, but Luc didn't understand. An angel amongst devils. Her feathers ruffled a bit and slowly she turned around. Another shout and she ran, headfirst into a man. Chuckling a bit, he turned towards her and spoke something. terrified and unsure what else to do, she rebound and fell back into running. Ducking behind a nearby box that was lucky enough to be there. Not a very good hiding spot. Her bright hair and pale skin was practically a beacon in lighting so dim. It was at that moment, Luc realized she really didn't want to be there.

A grin came over his face when his partner told him his name. It seemed he didn't like being refered to as a Goetian, and JD didn't like being refereed to as a human either. They could have been more similar then they thought, and race shouldn't make a difference in that. But neither of them would ever admit that. It was Goetian's that caused his father's death, and the reason why he never met him at all. But JD spared no ill will towards Goetians for that, it wasn't all of their faults for his father's sacrifice. JD cracked his knuckled, and let Azrael lead the attack he sprayed the prisoners with blood needles a good maneuver thought JD. He bent forward and placed his right hand behind his back, forming a large spinning dish technique. A ball of ki formed and large ring of air formed around it, it was about 6 feet tall. He let it fly and cut up some of prisoners get sliced, but not to gruesome. JD wasn't the type to shed to much blood, but if he had to kill he did.

The next thing would urk JD and even frighten him. It was a loud shout a yelp of a name. They were others here, would he let deaths of the innocent fall on his conscious. He was a brutal fighter, but not a brutal heart. Within the next moments, JD took off into a dash past Azrael and taking down any other prisoner that was foolish enough to get into his way. "Name's JD by the way, I doubt you care though." he said with a smile. The calling the innocent one did would alert other prisoners of her location and lead them to her. He hoped she wasn't going to shout again, her life depended on it. He was sure the scream from the down the hall, which was where he was headed. Lightning as coming from his fist as he ran, ready to demolish anything that stood in his way.

As JD ran by, Azrael managed to catch his name. He too had heard the screaming, and it annoyed him that JD couldn't let the person who was probably another human perish. But, at the same time, he recognized that her screaming possibly meant she was scared and that would definitely attract prison dogs to her. He couldn't allow JD to beat him so he pulled the upper half of his yukata down and out from his back two crimson colored wings ripped out from his back and spanned outwards. They were too large to be inside the halls, but the hadn't stopped Azrael, he took off into the air, above JD's head trying to keep his wings from touching the walls and prison bars, and he cut had his blade ready and his cut from earlier healed. He was ready and willing to cut down any prisoners that might appear and he was so confident that they wouldn't pose a threat that he allowed his mind to be clouded by thoughts. The first thought was predictable from him, he was extremely annoyed that in less than a few seconds, he had became a support for JD, and then another thought came to him and this one was the worst. It was about the person calling out a name.

As he cut down the prisoners, he began to hope that JD was going to where the prisoners were and not to help the person who was in need of it. The fact that they were scared meant that they were incapable of defending their selves and so they can quite possibly become a liability and might cause the mission to be a failure if the three weren't careful, and though he did not wish to speak to the human, cooperation was key at the moment and though he looked down at JD, leaving the prisoners to him while he wasn't paying attention. "JD." He said his name, but his voice wasn't filled with as much hate as when he said the word humans, it was actually serious, can maybe a little concerned for the success of the mission. "What do you intend to do once we reach the person, surely you know that they are potentially a liability." Then another thought crossed his mind. "Or perhaps we can be walking into an ambush set up by the prisoners, so what will you do if that's the case?"

Lucrezia remained a silent, whimpering ball for a while. Take me home, take me away from here. her thoughts clouded as she let the clear tears leak down her face and drip onto her lap. She was scared, terrified. Was anyone there to save her? The fact she needed saved made her hate herself even more. A soft hiccup fell from her lips and the sound of fast approaching footsteps attracted her attention. The saddened blue eyes lifted towards them. A savior or a deathmark? Either way, Luc tensed and stared into the darkness, wings tucked behind her, yet still gleaming. The way they shone such an odd dust that seemed a vague outline. Hiding her face in her knees, only blue eyes, teary and scared peaked up towards the way her body was facing.

JD was focused on the task at hand, but he did hear every word asked of him from Azrael. He could tell the guy wasn't the one into saving lives, which made sense since he was a assassin not a savior. He wanted to kill not to protect. But neither did JD, he always fought for himself and only desired to make him stronger. He never fought to protect other or even save them, but when the situation came up he did what he had to do. He did what was necessary. He saw a glimmer of light down the whole, it wasn't to bright but it was enough to attract attention. Perhaps that was where the sound came from, the yelp of help.

"Ambush or liability it doesn't matter to me. Don't get me wrong, I don't fight for anyone but myself. The thought of protecting others never accured to me in the slightest...But I do what is right when I can I am not a heartless coward." JD said in response to Azrael's question, his face was stone cold serious. He had to put more power into his run, to keep a heads up on Azrael who took into the air with his blood wings. Plus he had to take out any prisoner in his direct way, while easy enough they proved to be a nuisance.

As JD began to see a figure he moved even faster, he saw a prisoner about to strike the lighted figure. "What these prisoners fail to understand is!!!" he yelled with a big grin. "Once I took this job, and they set themselves free!!" after that he went into his technique head of lightning, a instant dash skill with amazing speed. "They were trespassing on my Domain!!!!!" he let out with a fierce roar, sparks of lightning emitting from his fist. As he connected his fist with the opposing prisoner right on his jaw. Sending him flying into a steel wall at the end of the hall, he might as well be dead from the attack. JD landed right infront the young girl, but it wasn't a great appearance. Blood over his hand and a evil look on his face. He looked at her for a moment. "Oi You can't defend yourself?" he questioned her bluntly, his appearance right now was pretty menacing. Almost frightening.

Azrael slowed the speed of his flight down when they finally reached the girl. He was relieved that JD took down the prisoner about to attack her, for it meant he didn't have to get close to neither the prisoner or the girl for being close to either of them would only fill him with disgust and possibly cause him to kill something, more than he already did. He looked at the girl, then back at JD who appeared rather menacing at the moment. It seemed he was beginning to enjoy himself a little too much taking out the prisoners and all. However, Azrael understood the feeling all too well. Each time he cut down a prisoner, or killed one by other means such as the first three, he was filled with an indescribable pleasure that only grew with each life he had taken and with each drop of blood spilled, so with that thought, he dismissed JD's appearance as him enjoying the prisoner escape.

Then his eyes turned to the girl again. She looked rather innocent and helpless. He couldn't possibly think of an explanation that would explain why such a frail looking girl had been in a prisoner with all the low-lifes and creeps in here. Despite being very observant, it didn't cross his mind once that she was visiting someone, possibly family or a friend. He just saw her as a responsibility and he retracted his wings and casually approached the two people, JD and the female. JD had already asked the question that has been plaguing his mind before they even reached her. He knew the answer already, but he felt the need to confirm his suspicions so he looked at her with his expressionless yet very attractive gold eyes, awaiting her response to the question posed to her growing impatient with each passing of time she had not answered.

I'm not here. I'm not here. Please tell me this isn't happening. The pain and panic that flooded her body showed in tiny tears that fell down her pale cheeks. A sob here a small and stiff swallow and she was breathing once again. Why couldn't her breaths ease? Her heart stammered like a fool in the locked chest of her heart and chills ran rampant down her skin in the form of small bumps. Her crystalline wings fluffed a bit. A scared bird. She looked no more than a scared bird upon the jail cell. Blood and lust hit her nostrils. How could her brother live in such a place? Did he feel this deafening fear and screams of terror in her mind? Sing a song of fear? The feelings she held were not ones she'd wish upon anyone she wanted strength and courage. The motive to get over this moment. Her hand falling upon the necklace and brushing her fingers over it, she would soon find a soft hum over her lips.

A song of comfort, a song she needed to calm herself and of course the effects of the necklace spoke words upon the nearby people. A soothing feeling that an angel should have, her heart slowed and she could feel herself smiling a bit. Though she was terrified, there was always a light in the dark, if even the faintest.

Lucrezia hadn't noticed the men had reached her. Only when he spoke did her head snap up towards him. Her eyes wide and her body jumping back, tripping over the crate and leaving her whole ensemble askewed. A bit of the flesh of her tummy and more shoulder, her skirt twisted on her lap and she groaned. That had hurt. "Ouch..." Her soft voice whimpered. The man covered in blood asked her a question she could barely make out through the sound of her pounding heart. Speaking to her? Oh she prayed he wasn't going to eat her. So many wolves amongst people. A grin on his ace as if he LIKED bloodshed. That wasn't possible! People didn't think such horrible things! Or did they?

"Oi You can't defend yourself?" Well now she plain felt stupid and her lip quivered a bit before she looked at the other man. A tall man who towered over her with blood red wings? Not an angel but not human either. More fear, were these two going to hurt her? His black hair over tan skin and then golden eyes. For a minute Luc lost herself in them. The seductive eyes that oddly made her blush a bit. Why? She wasn't too sure.

Running a hand through her lengthened silver-lilac locks, she looked away with a downcast blue eyes. A firm scolding she needed, but defense was not her major. Shifting a bit and pushing her skirt back into place she shook her head. "I-I uhh.. I can't fight so well." She blurted out with a nervous laugh, smiling hopelessly at man one then shirking in response. "I-I'm a healer though! I-if that's any consolation..?" What did they care what she could do? Lucrezia never thought of it that way, but she would for now cling to the hope that it mattered... somehow. Her wings stretched a bit. Showing the full length of her shining clear-ish feathers.

JD looked at her, as she hurt self from surprise. His looked remained cold as he thought that she was going to be a bigger nuisance then he thought. But a innocent looking girl like this, he couldn't bare to leave here in this place stranded. He stepped back he noticed he was right above her, a bit to close. He was taking off his jacket, he was beggining to get to hot in this place, plus there was blood all over his sleeve. He shook his hand at a fast pace to get he blood off, and used his jacket to wipe the rest. Leaving him with a black v-neck shirt and some cargo pants with his sneakers. He left his long hair untied and it draped to his lower back, while his bangs remained the same and hair on his shoulders.

He heard every thing the girl said, with the stuttering in her voice but then it came to short laugh. The girl was odd indifferent. But what he was surprised about was her powers that she said she had. A healer he thought to himself. In a place like this, she might just come in handy, no she just might be more important the either of them. JD was satisified, he would have preferred her to defend herself, but she would def be a assest to this low up and coming team. JD looked a bit surprised when her wings stretch out fully, she was a an angel pure through and through. JD moved closer to her, putting his face in hers very closely. It would come off as very odd, but JD wasn't going to kiss her or anything like that. He backed up and patted her head 3 times, and ended it with shake of her hair. "Impressive! If I end being damaged you have no problem healing my wounds yes?" he asked her with his trademark smile his aura from before made a complete change. But he wouldn't wait for her answer, he wasn't that kind of guy. "Good good You can call me Big Bro JD." he said confidently with a upraised thumb. The girl was very sweet natured and innocent, JD wanted her trust which was the reason he acted in such a way. He was going to defend her but mostly for her healing abilites. JD could be brutal and a nice guy, but in his head he always came first.

(Sorry for the wait, and the lack of cool post im rushing right now. I will get this topic to be more interesting when I have time later today. I planned a pretty good storyline for us. Add stuff if you want, very much appreciated. )

Azrael watched the exchange of the two, JD and Lucrezia. He found it odd, the she was an angel and had less defensive capability than a human, however, it wasn't that odd. He was just making assumption based on race, which again he knew was foolish. He was pleased to know that the girl wasn't completely useless, as she was a healer and her unique ability would serve them greatly in a place like this especially with all of the lunatics that resided here and was possibly released from their jail cells. He watched JD examine the girl closely when she spanned her wings out fully and he became annoyed with JD's chipper attitude, as his atmosphere had completely changed from the menacing one to a happy one of sorts and that wasn't the only thing that bugged him. He saw through JD's politeness and passed it off as false. He was amused to see that JD could be just as cruel as he in a way, but he didn't like the fact that JD has chosen to deceive the girl. Ambush or liability it doesn't matter to me. Don't get me wrong, I don't fight for anyone but myself. The thought of protecting others never accured to me in the slightest... JD's words replayed in his mind. It wasn't the complete statement he made, which might have led to confusion, but to Azrael, it was the most important part of the statement and he managed to deduce that JD was only helping the girl for the benefit she would bring to the "team."

Not too soon after JD introduced his name, Azrael stepped closer and pushed JD to the side with only enough force to get by to the girl. He reached his hand out as if offering it to her, but he reached pass her hand and grabbed her wrist and pulled her up with all his might. He noticed she had a slight tint to her face and he thought she was simply embarrassed from falling. He looked to the side at JD and managed a quick statement. "Know the girl before forcing her into your service." The moment the girl was off the ground, Azrael looked down at her and began the introduction. "You can address me as Azrael. You are obviously an Angel, but what is your name?" Azrael paused for a few seconds as he figured out how to phrase his next set of words. "Actually, it would serve us better if you told us what such a frail being was doing in a place like this with all these lowly beings. It's hard to believe that a person who looks so innocent and fragile committed a crime, or at least a crime large enough to land you in this sort of place." He remained staring at her, watching her closely still not sure whether he should trust the situation or not.

Soon, the first man had patched himself up. He looked a lot less frightening with the lack thereof blood and wearing a smile in place of a reddened shirt. His body paced about her, and she watched. What if he was actually a criminal and this was the way he walked before he slaughtered you? Her eyes shone with a bit of timid fear while they conjured up words. "Impressive! If I end being damaged you have no problem healing my wounds yes? His hand had messed with her hair, but the sensation was something that she rather enjoyed. Her head managed a nod, but her voice caught in her throat. So she shut her lips and smiled softly; shyly. "Good good You can call me Big Bro JD." She bought it. His act, she bought so easily. A bright smile on her face while she nodded. "Okay!" Big brother, just like Rapheal! Her beloved brother!

The big man, man number two, walked over. His ways were a little less gentle and feel good than JD's. He pushed the brother man aside and seemed to make a bee-line to Luc. Her body retreated a step before his hand reached and then roughly gripped her wrist. His hand tight along the gentle flesh, he then yanked hard, pulling her off of the floor and making her whimper. Her eyes showed a grimace of an ow for her whimpers. Obviously, he was hurting her. Yet he didn't care as those eyes locked on her own. Luc felt as if she were falling and yet going nowhere, with her little feet dangling, she decided to help. Stretching her wings a bit, she used them to levitate herself, so instead he simply was holding her wrist, compared to dangling her off the ground. It didn't keep her wrist from hurting.


"Know the girl before forcing her into your service." His head turned towards her "You can address me as Azrael. You are obviously an Angel, but what is your name?" Before she could answer, he continued. "Actually, it would serve us better if you told us what such a frail being was doing in a place like this with all these lowly beings. It's hard to believe that a person who looks so innocent and fragile committed a crime, or at least a crime large enough to land you in this sort of place.


"My name, is Lucrezia Marie Dorand!" She proclaimed with pride. Her eyes shone brightly then looked away sheepishly. "As for why I'm here.. I uhh. I was looking for my brother. Neither of you have seen him, have you? His name is Rapheal. He told me to come visit him today.." She explained truthfully.

As JD was pushed to the side by Azrael, he had a sudden instinct to just jab him in the face with a lightning fist. Leave him knocked out for a good couple of hours, his fist even sparked a bit. His eyes remained focused on his jaw line for a second but his fist didn't raise, as much as he hated to admit he needed this guy as well as the healing angel they had recently accounted. So he didn't even reply to Azrael's comment on him. He simply rubbed his right fist, as he questioned the girl.

He saw the way he grabbed her wrist, it was so sudden JD didn't think this guy would be so direct with her. He was bound to stop him from hurting her soon, if Azrael didn't relax his grib. JD didn't want any part of this girl damaged to hinder her healing abilities if he had to take out his partner to do it, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. But as she flew up he let this go, she was able to fly that could be a great asset for her to stay out of harms way. He heard her speak her name there was pride in her voice, made JD smirk a little and even give her a thumbs up while she was in the air. He thought maybe she was more then just a weak little angel.

He turned his back to them, and rubbed his chin. He was thinking of what was the next step in all of this. Should they just escape and leave the prison be as it is? Surely if there was more like this girl around, would there be others just innocently walking about. But JD cast that aside, that didn't matter to him much at all. What mattered was completing the mission at hand, it was his job to make sure this doesn't happen and the fact that it did he had to put it back in place. From the mid-level threats to the high level ones, they all had to be put down. He heard heavy breathing coming from the man, in a closed cell. He was very old looking and his face was pressed against the bars the held him in. He was staring right at JD, and when they met eyes he signaled him to come over. JD obliged and walked over to him standing a good distance to hear him.

JD looked at him with a cold stare. "What is it old man? If you know anything spit it out." he said his fingers still rubbing against his chin. The old man was silent for a second, he was still looking at JD and then finally decided to speak. "Tonight...is suppose to be Beezlebub's reckoning. The night where majority of the prisoners here are freed. Some of the higher-level prisoners planned for this night months ago, there was talk about it that reached the warden thats why he hired some assassin's and others." The old man was saying, but he got cut off from JD.

"And how did you know of this? Has these other higher levels have other plans other then escaping?"

"I told you word reached out, even some of the low levels like us, heard about it. Ask anyone here, they'll tell you the same thing. And no thats the only thing that's been heard about it, just tonight breaking free. Right now your on floor 1, the mid level prisoners. The main deck where the warden's headquaters is two flights down from here on floor 4. But the higher level prisoners are also in the middle of that level 2 and 3. Then there are..." the old man paused for a moment like he was in fear of something. JD lost patience and grabbed him by his collar and had sparks of lightning show from his left hand. "Speak!"

"The-the higher level prisoners, extremely powerful once one of them is freed its all over. But they use a higher magic spell to hold them in, so breaking out all of them is impossible. They are on floor five the last one." he said jetting his head back as far as he could, but JD still held him in place. Once he was done, JD let him go which caused him to fall back and hit his wall.

"Why are you helping me?" JD asked bluntly. The old man took a minute to reply, and JD grew impatient again. "Do you wanna get shocked?" he asked. The old man quickly fessed up. "Im not suppose to be here, i was framed for committed a murder on my own family, it was a goetian of somekind he got away. Angels deemed me psychotic and placed me here, been here for years my whole life. I just wanna be free again." he said with tears falling from his face. JD stood in place, he had a little of empathy for the man but he didn't feel sorry for him, he could relate to his tragic tale.
But as for helping him, JD could have at least do that. Without another warning, JD kicked the locked part of the jail cell. Causing it to open inward, the old man rushed out on all fours. Should have JD trusted him so easily, probably not but he did it anyway.

The old man rushed over to JD and hugged him, grasping his arms and JD's. JD made a disgusted face, and tried to back away. The old man let go, and his face still flushed with tears. "Thank you thank you thank you. You are a blessing to me." he said in the utmost gratitude. JD swayed him off, "Shut it now. Enough of your talk." he said walking towards him, he placed two fingers on his left side of his head and on the right. A small electric current was seen, and the oldman fell over. JD stopped him before he could reach the ground. He sighed and picked him up and placed him on his shoulder. He would hope the other to were done with there conversation, cause he wouldn't acknowledge them when he walked forward he just did it.

He took a few steps before hearing a tat tat sound in the distance, it was black down the hall way the lights were out in the end. JD stopped where the red light was, he heard another tat tat tat sound and a small laugh after that. They hadn't reached level two yet, so in JD's mind it was just another low level prisoner. But what stopped JD was when the person came into sight, it wasn't just a undead or human.

It was a Goetian there was no way he should be on this floor. He had golden eyes, and large horns on his head he was off middle height thought. But his shoulders were very broad and his arms followed. He had on black ripped prison pants. JD smirked and yelled over to Azrael. "Aye aye Azrael, its one of yours!!" he said with a little mock in his voice. But the Goetian fired off a large yellow beam from the middle points of its horns. Not only aimed at JD and the old man on his shoulder, but at Azrael and Lucrezia. JD blocked it, holding his hand out forming his splitting Ki wall. Smoke filled the area. "And he's strong to!" JD added with a bit of a laugh at the end.

Once she answered his question, Azrael released her from his grip. He found it pretty amusing how she spoke with so much pride, but then acted shyly immediately after. But, he turned his attention away from her, or at least his gaze. He was being completely honest with her. "You brother is not a very good brother to ask you to come here today." Somewhere inside, he felt she would resent him for saying that, however, he couldn't care less, as a matter of fact, his attention was on the conversation JD was having with the man behind bars. He was listening to the information being provided by the man to them and was surprised by JD's cruel interrogative ways. He was pleased with the information being given, but he was displeased with the supposed difficulties that would be coming up on the mission. He watched the two patiently until the man told JD why he was telling him the information and Azrael began to see where this was going. "JD, don't." He didn't want to release any more prisoners from their cells, as there were already several running around free, not to mention a few higher level ones that were possibly roaming freely by this point. He took a step forward and JD kicked the lock open allowing the man to rush out straight to him.

JD was immediately attacked by the man with a hug and a great amount of thanks. However, it seemed even he had a limit to kindness for he quickly got the man off of him and his next action even more surprising, he knocked the man unconscious with a technique of his. It seemed to have something to do with lightning entering the man's head. Anyways, the man dropped unconscious, but JD prevented him from falling to the ground and tossed him over his shoulder. He sighed and watched JD, he didn't expect an answer to his next question, but he asked it anyways. "Another burden, huh?" Azrael was rather annoyed by now and he didn't think JD would keep picking up people everywhere, but the man clearly had no use to them unlike the girl, or maybe he did, but he obviously couldn't help while unconscious. "Are we seriously going to go around picking up everyone who gives us a sob story?" He pointed to the girl and continued his speech, "She doesn't belong in this prison at all, so taking her along is fine with me, but what about him? He could have lied to you for all you know." He was nearing the end or his rant just before he was interrupted by a new appearance in the area.

"I swear-" Even over his voice, which wasn't that loud to begin with, he heard the footsteps nearing them. He was thinking it would be another low-level idiot trying to defeat them and escape, but he was surprised by what he saw. The first thing he noticed was the horn, and he was immediately confused. They were still on the floor with the lower level prisoners so what was someone like him doing here? Before Azrael had time to think, the Goetian fired off a rather large yellow beam aimed at them all. JD protected them from the blast, but he still had the man over his shoulder. Smoke now filled the area and Azrael looked at Lucrezia once more, and at JD and the unconscious man. He stepped forward ignoring JD's mocking and proposed an idea to JD and Lucrezia. "I think I should take this one, you both are currently hindered, plus your better at being social at I am, so you can find out what's going on easier and maybe stop it. So go on ahead, or stay and provide support, if you wish, though I prefer the former." Azrael, wasn't completely sure what he was saying, all he knew was that he wanted this one, a chance to tear one of his own apart and a powerful member of his race at that! He was practically shaking with excitement.

(I apologize for keeping you both waiting.)