Cyril's Pov - Location: Forest outside city or park
Hi! My name is Cyril and I'm what's called an angel. No not the helper kind, I'm the angel of death. But I prefer to be called the Grimreaper or Death. I was born in France on October 6, 1723. I usually live in hell but here I am on Earth. Why you ask? Because I'm here to awaken a new angel. The problem is I don't know their element but I know who I'm looking for. Oh! Speak of the devil, here he comes! ...Oh my. He's quite handsome...I wonder if he has a girlfriend or maybe he swings for my team? I think I found a new reason to be here.
As I look down on him from up on a tree branch I smile brightly, "So you're the new angel? 3" I giggle at the clueless expresion he gives me.
"What?" He pauses, "And who are you?"
My usuall smile appears on my face as I answer, "Bonjour, je m'appelle Cyril Sokol. Et vous?"
The expression comes back, "Could you speak English?"
I tilt my head to the side, "I suppose...very well." I smile again, "Hello, my name is Cyril Sokoll. And you?"
He sighs in responce, "Kaen. Kaen Montique."
Kaen huh? I'm tempted to say "You look like your father" but then he'd get confused or freaked out so instead I'll keep quiet on that.
"Well?"
I blink, uh oh! I spaced out. "Hmm?"
A frown, "What do you mean by angel?"
I pretend to think about it, the longer I say nothing the more irritated he gets. The wind blows my bangs in front of my face again making me flick the blood red bang back to its spot. I look down at him again my smile growing, changing to one of more bloodthirsty origins. "Monsieur Kaen! Prepare yourself. For now we duel!"
Kaen's eyes widen,"What?! Are you insane?!"
I jump down to land in front of him my smile ever growing, "Oui. Now fight!" He gulps a nit in fear, which I expected from him. After all, what mortal could fight none the less beat Death?