A demon sleeps with an angel, an act frowned upon by both the devil's court and the lord's court. A meeting is called to discuss this crime. The leaders of both angels and demons agree the punishment must be utmost severe. Death would be the best option, but demons are immortal. They exile the demon to earth, saying they will decide what punishment to give. But secretly they decide to make him fall in love with a human. This will turn him mortal. Then they will kill the human. Since she is in essence caught in the crossfire, she goes to heaven as a victim of association, and the demon is forced to live the rest of his human life and eventually go to hell, forever to be separated from her

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Devil's Court Vorzoxin - Head of Court Rigdrag - Second in Command Castor - High Command Morek - High Command Jazun - Demon Liaison

Lord's Court Aphaeleon - Head of Court Camiel - Second in Command Felice - High Command Sarakiel - High Command Ephet - Angel Liaison

Character Name: Nouma

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Description: Nouma is a demon. In natural form he is a towering humanoid, about 7 feet tall and reddish brown in tone with two long bat-like wings, and two smaller ones below the large ones. His face is very sharp and defined with prominent cheekbones. Nouma has acid-yellow snake-like eyes, long sharp ears, needle-like teeth, and sharp horn-like protrusions on his forehead and elbows. His hair is deep red-brown in unkempt strands over his forehead and short on the sides and back.

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Personality: Nouma is petty and defient. He is overly emotional and prone to anger violence, and sudden outburts. He does his job well enough, but often pokes fun at those he tempts. Despite being a demon, he looks down on possessions and has a strong hatred for the demons who do it. He never possesses humans, feeling they are too weak to be worth it and those who possess are weak and cowardly themselves. Nouma has a strange moral code of sorts. He believes demons should be repected rather than feared. He has high respect for humans strong enough to resist temptation and a disgust for humans who are easily susceptible to it. Nouma compares his job to that of a wolf among sheep; taking out weaklings and avoiding the strong. Strangely, he almost hates his role and would be quite happy if humans always resisted temptation and never fell prey to it. Because of these beliefs he is somewhat of an outcast among the demons.

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Strength/Weaknesses: Nouma is clever and terrifying. He uses this to his advantage in his job and in showing status among fellow fiends. His weakness is his emotion and his outbreaks. His contradictory moral code makes him hated by many other demons. His disgust at them and high standards for demon behaviour are often a disadvantage in vying for higher positions.

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Backstory: Nouma is immortal. Like all other demons he is a fallen angel, taken by his want for power and status. His reltionship with other demons is mixed. Some hate him, especially those whose beliefs are against his code. Others secretly admire him, mainly weak demons on the bottom of the heirarchy. Most couldn't care less. Nouma is a grunt of sorts, he is not part of the higher command positions, rather he works under them. Yet he is the higher end of the spectrum of weak demons. Weak demons are those considered the feet of the operation, those who work for months among humans instead of lounging about ordering others around. Nouma was an ordinary demon until he developed his moral code. It is not certain when he did, but after that he was noticed more and more. There was much shock and hatred of him, and he is know well known by most of the weak demons. Only one demon outside of the weak, his high command, even acknowledges him, and that is to threaten him to stay in line when he acts out more than normal. This is the reason Nouma gets harder jobs among the more devoute humans. It keeps him out of sight and out of trouble. Of course, until out story begins..

Ouch. I sharp pinch in the sides brought Jazun back to earth- er, rather, the open ampitheater floating on the clouds at the top of a mountain. He glared at Castor, his devilish high command and absolute jerk. Castor pointed silently with a talon. Rigdrag was apologizing as hard as a demon could apologize. "This offense is shocking to us as well. We never support such a thing and we will never let it happen again!" He was on the verge of screaming, sharp red cheeks flaming with rage and gold eyes britsling with defiance. His tail thrashed through the clouds on the floor, sending bits flying like cotton. "You demons are prone to this stupidity! It's how you fell from heaven!" Ephet screeched, angelic even in righteous rage. Rigdrag raised a sharp clawed hand manacingly. "Oh yeah? Then come down from your high horse and teach that fool a lesson since you believe in free will!" He roared. Ephet screeched and light streaked from her halo. "ENOUGH!" Aphaeleon and Vorzoxin bellowed synchronously. Tails stopped twitching and wings stopped rustling as the angels and demons settled down. Aphaeleon and Vorzoxin nodded at each other. "Bring the offender!" Vorzoxin called. Jazun vanished in a puff of acrid smoke to fetch the offender from the demon prisons. Ephet joined him at the edge of the stadium to follow the demon inside. Jazun gripped the offender roughly and shoved him forward. "Move." he spat. The 7 foot tall demon smirked at Jozun, who was tiny in comparison. The three trod across the soft clouds to the center. Jozun took the offender's legs out with a sharp kick, knocking him to his knees. Vorzoxin gave the offender a venomous look. "This is him then?" Apaeleon said. "Yes." Vorzoxin said. The clouds shook in a roll of thunder as Apaeleon made his displeasure known. Vorzoxin roiled similarly, if less violently, black smoke dripping in curls off his tall black clad form. His sharp skull-like head was smooth as bone and fell into sharp dragon horns about bird-like beak and head. His acid green eyes smoldered viciously. Aphaeleon, lips were tight and he stared at tthe offender for a long time. Vorzoxin spoke. "What of the angel? Should she not be here?" Apaeleon spared him one sidelong glance. "This act was not her doing, as she was quite gullible and the demon tricked her." he replied. Vorzoxin nodded. "I will not let this demon inspire others." he snarled. Smoke puffed around Vorzoxin as he spoke. "He must be made an example." Both courts nodded in agreement. "What do you have to say for yourself, demon?" Apaeleon spat. The demon raised his head slowly, a guilty look on his face. He sniffed slightly. "I regret my actions and wish to fix them." he said meekly. Apaeleon squinted at him. The demon looked meek for another second, then burst into howling laughter. He sprang to his feet and waved his bat wings obnoxiously. "I regret nothing, fool! I would do it again!" The angels gasped in shock and the demons hissed. Vorzoxin was upon him suddenly, acid eyes seething in rage as they bored into his. He gave a rattling hiss. "Nouma" was all he spat. Nouma's acidic gaze wilted only slightly. In another instant Vorzoxin was gone and back next to Apaeleon. They deliberated for several long moments. Jazun and Ephet, who had remained guarding the demon all this time, met gazes momentarily. Try any tricks and one or the other would stop him. Finally, Apaeleon nodded and the two straightened. "What has been decided." Vorzoxin began. "Is such." Vorzoxin waved a bony hand out from under his shroud of cloaks. Aphaeleon produced a crucifix from somewhere. All the demons hissed collectively, shrinking away and averting eyes. Vorzoxin continued as Apaeleon unfolded his wings and approached Nouma. "Your powers will be nuetralized. You will disguise youself as a human and stay on earth while we decide a permanent solution." The demon court vanished in smoke and squeals, unable to remain. Vorzoxin made a hasty retreat in black swirls. Nouma was shuddering too, almost vanishing back to his world even after seconds. Apaeleon stuck him once with the crucifix..

Nouma woke like a man from a nightmare. He punched the air with a yell before realizing he was no longer in the sky with the cursed angels. He drew a shuddering hiss and surveyed his surroundings. He was dumped ungraciously in a back alley with a pile of trashbags. He proceeded to swear violently at the heavens, shaking his fist in rage. The street was narrow, and he tripped over the bags in his fit. Some people walking by turned heads to stare. Nouma roared at them, stretching his- wait- He turned, groping violently. Where were his wings?! He stared at his hand. Reddish brown, but no claws. Small round nails.. what. He ripped his weaponless hands over his face. It was too soft.. Where were the spikes? What- He stumbled about the alley in confusion. Finally, he leapt over the bags and tripped into a dumpster. A mirror propped beside it fell to the ground with a crash. He jumped, almost landing on his side but catching himself. He stared at the reflection in shock. The face shape was the same, skin tone almost the same, hair perfect. But the fiendish features were gone and his acid green eyes were a stifled green. He hissed at this creature. A pink mouth with sharp but small teeth hissed back. Nouma sprang back, slamming against the alley wall. His hands were cut and bleeding and his leg throbbed where he fell. He whimpered, pulling helplessly at the shards. He gave up and tried to teleport home. Nothing. He tried again. Nill. WIth a scream of horror he remember the blasted crucifix. "No!" he wailed. He tore out of the alley and started running.

Nouma sprinted down a road and finally stopped. His head was reeling. He heard barking. Ah, the hounds were hungry. He must feed them. Yes, the hounds of hell were hungry. His lungs were burning and his leg was screaming no, but he had to. Rubbing his sweaty forehead with bloody hands, he kicked his heels up and skidded down the road. The gray buildings stared back, soul-less and dark as he felt. Nouma laughed at the absurdity of it all. Running? He should fly, or teleport. But no. Of course not. The gaunt faces of homeless reminded him of his fiendish friends. He hissed at them, hoping to trick himself his wings were there and his gaping smile was back. He tripped, tumbling onto the worn concrete and asphalt. The glass dug into his leg and made him screech. No matter, he grumbled as he crawled up again. He was a seven foot tall monster and this was nothing. The glass would melt in the fires of hell when he fed the hounds. Delusionally, he slowed, limping along a road. The hounds were getting louder, but he was getting weaker. It must be the crucifix, its terrible power still affecting him. Nouma fell again, crawling futiley. It would wear off eventually. He growled in rage at his own weakness. With a blossom of stars, he lifted himself into a crouch and slapped his face. He flopped onto his rear with a pant. His bangs were annoying him and he tried blowing them. The sweat and blood had slicked them damp and he wasted breath. He rubbed them out of the way. He noticed his clothing for the first time. A white t-shirt, stained in trash and sweat and blood. Those were- oh yes, jeans. Equally bloody but even more torn than the shirt. Nouma kicked at the shoes, frowning. Human boots? Odd. His hands hurt. His head hurt. He shook his head at the cobwebs. Finally he stood, gathering himself, and started at a slow limp towards the place of the hounds.

Nouma limped along for agonizing minutes. He focused on the road and the sound of the hounds. He almost ran into several lampposts along the long trek. Eventually the hounds' bark cut into the fog of his pain. His eyes crossed and he almost tripped, snapping angrily upright. Blinking, he spotted a squat building and parking lot. He tugged his sweaty shirt off his chest and fumbled forward. The pavement grated under his boots and the rising sun touched his numb body. He bit back the pain and forced himself slowly to the front door. He winced as his injured hand gripped the doorknob and he dragged it open. He had to duck to enter the door. Clearly they forgot to adjust the framework for larger demons. Pushing off the frame he noticed the human sitting in shock behind the front desk. "Begone." he snarled weakly. The human fled. Nouma reached a second door, the one where he heard loud barking coming from. He pushed it open and squeezed through.