It's Been A Long Day Living With This, It's Been A Long Time Since I Felt So Sick...

Brock Oday, the man behind Pain, the man who no longer lived, his life ended many years ago, only the monster known as Pain remains. He always told himself it was for the best, that if he were to had never gotten this curse, this gift, that the world would not be the way it is today. That it would be destroyed by Doomplague, or sent into utter chaos by SCAR, or something else, what ever he didn't know, he just knew his life was simply a trade for billions of others. At times, he wanted to be selfish and give it all up, and at other times he simply shut down and did his job whether he liked it or not, but in the end he always knew that this world would never be the same with out Pain.

He found himself walking through the empty streets of New York at two in the morning, for some reason his thoughts ran rampant this cold winter night, thinking of things in his past that troubled him. For some reason his mind kept clinging to the people he once cared for, the people that were no longer in his life. He did his best to shrug the thoughts off, shaking his head slightly and exhaling a deep breath from his nose, his own breath being clearly visible due to the low temperature. Around him was a snow capped New York, the side walks, buildings, cars, everything in sight was snowy, even now it was snowing.

Pain wore a basic attire, a tight gray shirt which hugged his muscles, long blue jeans, black boots, and black fingerless gloves. His hands were dug into his pockets, his head slightly tilted down, his closed, and a blunt hanging loosely from his lips. A full moon was out tonight, shining down dimly onto him, his short silver hair rippling with the cold breeze. The cold didn't bother Pain, his body was numb, so the weather couldn't really bother him anymore, this cold felt like room temperature to him. Pain continued his stroll through the snowed over New York, the city almost seeming like a ghost town at this time of night with this kind of weather. It was peaceful to him, he liked the solitude, it helped him to empty his mind. So he makes the most of a bad time, by smoking the brains from his head...

Scar had been kicked out of her flat, she couldn't pay the rent. No job, no money, no flat. She sat on the curb of the road, hugging her bag to her. She didn't feel the cold, her blood cooled or boiled to keep her warm so she wasn't bothered about the snowflakes collecting then melting on her permanently tanned skin. She looked up at the moon, one single flake landed on her nose and she smiled at the secret behind snow. Faith had told her the story how how it was angels wings when their feathers shed in the winter to make room for the new ones, how it broke up into tiny spinnets and ho beautiful and soft it was. She scrunched up her nose and sneezes twice from the snowflake causing Faith to chuckle. She was asleep in her mind, well, resting. Angels didn't really sleep and Scar didn't sleep either. She sat and thought at night; it was just better to be in the warm and think or her skin would get covered in little bits of ice.

She was wearing her leather trousers that showed off every lump and bump in her flawless skin, showing off her athletic built legs, strong but elegant and graceful, with full hips and a narrow waist moving up to her breasts. Hourglass shaped. The men who had passed had offered her money to do so many things for the way she looked as she looked at them blankly until they carried on walking. Act dumb, stay safe. Her black long sleeved top hugged her upper half and kept her warm. She really needed somewhere to stay so she could get a job...

Walking by with his eyes closed, not paying attention to anything around him, shutting the world out and simply walking. The blunt still hung from his lips, despite being in a trance, he puffed it and inhaled the smoke, exhaling through his nose. He walked right by a young woman sitting on the curb, skillfully walking around her, somehow knowing she was there even though his eyes were closed and he was in a trance. His hearing was so extraordinary that he could hear her heartbeat, but something about it was unique, her heart was beating normally even though in the cold normal humans heart beats slow. He instantly knew she was not a normal human, she was something like him, something different...

He stopped dead in his tracks after walking past her on the sidewalk, standing adjacent to her, his back turned to her. He inhaled a puff from his blunt, popping his neck to the right as he did so, standing there silent for a moment, most likely frightening her a bit. Pain wasn't exactly a normal sized man, he stood at six foot five and was very muscular. He simply spoke in his very deep, rough and raspy voice, not bothering to turn around and view her. "So what's a gal like you doin out here at this time of night, with this kind of weather..." He didn't bother bringing up the fact that he already knew she wasn't a normal human, he figured it didn't matter.

Scars whole body went rigid when another man walked past, waiting for the punts or laughter or the groping as they tried to get their hands anywhere. She also summoned a bit on her power. Faith stirred inside of her as Scar summoned it. She got off the pavement quickly, turning around so she was facing him, his back was still to her but at least she could see him now.
"Is it any of your business?" she asked softly. Faith was awake at once. Scar never spoke out loud, she was to shy a person.
what's going on...? she asked, sensing the ground under the man. Scar just tilted her head to the side slightly, waiting for the mans reply. Angel and human on alert.

Pain let a very very soft chuckle escape through his nose as she stood up and challenged him, this girl had no idea who she was talking to, but at least she had some spunk in her. He spit the blunt out onto the floor, it was nearly finished anyway, simply letting the snow put it out. He still didn't bother to turn around, he just didn't care enough. "That's up to you isn't it...?" He said sarcastically in his deep gruff voice as he began walking once again, simply walking away from her like it never even mattered to him. If she was going to try and cause any destruction in his city, he would make it his buisness and crush her, but as long as she was just going to sit there, he could care less about what she did.

Scar sighed when he walked away as she slowly sat back down. Her back was aching, she really needed to have a fly soon. She let her wings uncurl slowly as she shook them out, her own feathers falling to the floor.
"You have a troubled mind on such a dark night," Faith said. Scars voice was slightly different, faiths was higher, pure and she couldn't lie where as Scars was still high but an octave lower than Faiths and her voice had a steel edge to it and a London tange.
"It's not good to have bad thoughts on a dark night such as this."

Pain stopped in his tracks once again as he heard the fluttering of unique pair of wings, he knew exactly what kind of wings those were, he had heard them many times before. They were the wings of an angel! Pain knew this girl was not normal, but he never suspected another one of those winged fairies to come down to Earth, he wasn't exactly the biggest fan of the angels, or anyone for that matter. A second more innocent and high pitched voice rang through his ears, it sounded like an entirely different person, Pain quickly put two and two together. Realizing that this woman had some sort of split-personality, or something similar, all he knew was that there was two women living in that one body.

Pain's back remained facing her, he usually did this to people. He calmly uttered in his deep voice, "So there's two of you in there..." A soft and short chuckle escaped his lips as he softly shook his head at her. "It aint bad when you're use to it kid."

Scar sighed softly and folded the wings back, at least they didn't hurt now. She rested her head against the lamp post, not looking at the man now. If he wanted her dead he would have killed her by now and she wasn't doing any damage, just sitting here watching the world go past.
"Yeah two of us," Scars voice said this time. "And no not split personality. I'm not crazy and neither is Faith. Just stuck together in another of Fates stupid games," half of her words where her own and half Faiths. She sighed and looked at her bag. Her life in one tiny bag, how pathetic?
"You shouldn't brood on things past Mr. it's bad for your health and it attracts unwanted attention."

Pain's figure didn't budge an inch, he simply popped his neck to the left as he listened to her explain how she was two different people in one body. But why she was explaining herself made him curious, he never said anything about a split-personality, which could only mean one thing, this woman was reading his mind. Pain didn't like that one bit, if she were to keep it up, he wouldn't be happy...

He couldn't help but find her lecturing laughable at best, to him it was lecturing, he despised being told what to do. Maybe if she knew his past, she wouldn't find it so easy to say that. "Don't read my mind unless you want a new hole on your body." Pain then for the first time turned to view her, his surprisingly beautiful bright blue eyes meeting hers. "My story isn't one that's so easy to forget..."

Scar laughed softly, her bright green eyes twinkling in the moon light, casting a cool beauty over her tanned skin. She turned her eyes away from his, her head tilted back slightly to look at the sky.
"I'm sorry, it's my little gift. I'll tune it out from you as best as I can," she smiled, Faiths voice was soft and silky on the night air. He was a handsome man for sure and she loved blue eyes but they were so so sad...She glanced back up at the man.
"If you want to tell your thoughts to someone I'm a good listener and I can offer my own advice. That is...if you wish to not be alone on a cold winters night." A smile flickered across her face as she looked at the snowy seat beside of her.
"And you don't mind getting a cold wet ass." Scar added, smirking slightly.

Pain wasn't exactly expecting her to offer to hear his thoughts, not like he would ever share them with a total stranger, not like he would share it with anyone really. He was more the type to keep things to himself and deal with his own problems on his own. He looked her up and down, being startled by her beauty, everything about her was perfect, but the thoughts of lust would not so easily tempt this man. She was beautiful, but true beauty was not on the outside, at least not to him. "Sounds more like you're the one who doesn't wanna be alone tonight."
He chose to ignore her asking him to share his thoughts, it was just his nature.

Scar laughed softly and rubbed her arms up and down slowly to warm them even though she didn't feel the cold it was a human gesture she missed.
"Yeah I guess I don't," she admitted. "But who would when you have some evil pysco after you to have children with you for some demon army thing?" she looked at him, saying the whole thing so bluntly and softly it would startle someone how easily she took it on herself. She smiled slightly at his startled expression.
"You don't have to share anything we can just talk or you can carry on with your life, either way it was nice to meet you. My names Scarlet and this," she made her wings shift. "Is Faith."

Pain rose his right eyebrow at her as she stated something about a demon army, his thoughts immediately dragged to the dark demon prince Raide, could this woman have some relation to him? Could Raide be the demon that's after her? Possibly, and that's all it needed to be for Pain to get interested. He needed to find and kill that demon, so maybe this girl could help him in his search, or maybe it's just another dead end.

"Demon....? What's this demon's name?" He cut her off after she stated something about the demon army.

Scar frowned slightly as Faith began to talk slowly.
"He had many names. The one Scar knows him by is The Master, but there are other names for him," Scar blinked in slight shock at this information, she had never known Faith knew this.
"He's know among out race as Raide, or The Shadow King. A war had been brewing for a long time, he just needs more children and angel blood and demon blood combined is a very strong combination." Scar listened, a still sense starting in her stomach. This was the demon who had ruined her life, who had nearly killed her by trying to fit an angel inside of her. A being like an angel wasn't meant to be in human form but he was the only one who could reverse it was far as they knew.
"Why the sudden interest?"

Pain listened closely and couldn't believe his ears, Raide, it was the same monster that he knew! Pain's right hand balled up into a fist, "Because that demon...Is responsible for the life of my younger brother...That demon is plotting to take over everything, and not just Earth, but your dominion too." Pain walked over to her, standing before her, towering over her as he looked down into her eyes. "Tell me, where can I find him?"