End of days....

[Demos Straxus]

I'm feeling morbid

The basic concept of this RPG is the same as the movie of the same name.....

Basicly, I shall assume the role of Satan in human form, who has come to this world so that he might find a woman to mate with, and to carry his child. he'll probably have some fun with satanic powers, so watch out

Open to anyone. Sadists, angels, suicidal cops, and of course, the dark lords bride. just shoot me a pm if you're interested. Ideas are welcome.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

I pulled the cruiser out of the station yard almost 45 minutes early after the captain spent most of that chewing my ass for a traffic stop I made two weeks ago, some rich bastard who had the balls to ask if I'd give him a blow job with his $200 speeding ticket in his brand-spanking new Mercedes SUV, still with the dealer tags in the window.

I'd told him I'd be happy to, so long as we did it in front of the surveillance video camera mounted in my squad car so I could show his wife.

So the bastard shoved me, almost in front of a passing car. It's clear enough on the video, but obviously someone's blowing someone or my public intox and assault charges would have stuck.

Screw 'em all. Some day, some meth junkie will stick a knife in the guy's guts for his Rolex and the hundred dollar bills in his wallet, and I'll only have to keep from laughing when I stand over his body.

Yeah, so I have a bad attitude. That's what Kevin told me as he threw his bag into his car. "You'll get killed, get someone else killed out there," he yelled. "The problem is, you don't give a damn!"

I used to. Honest. Until about a year ago.

I'm pushing 5'10 and almost 150 pounds of gymnasium and pavement muscle. I train hard for what's always been a man's job, to meet the physical demands set for them, not the lowered standards for women. Same job, same pay, same expectations. So not a lot of people mess with me. But Kev's right. No matter what happens anymore, I don't give a damn.

He said what happened changed me. Well, yes....

My thoughts were interrupted by a car screaming through the cross light ahead of me at near the speed of sound, it looked like.

I radioed, flipped on my overheads and hit the siren button as I turned right in pursuit.

I was speeding through a warehouse district not two minutes later, lights bouncing all around as I passed buildings where windows reflected red and blue back in my face. The car, about a half-block ahead of me, made a screeching left turn. I reached for my mike to radio dispatch a change of direction when suddenly someone stepped out in front of me...

I stomped on the brake pedal and rubber screamed, echoing through the canyons of deserted buildings, and I came to a jerking stop bumper to kneecaps with ...

 

[Demos Straxus]

The man stared at her calmy, as if she had just walked up to him, not screached before him in a loud, and dangerous vehicle. If anything in his body radiated worry or fear, he did not show it. His pale, strong face was like that of a statue, unlined by worry, or anger. His posture beneath the black clothes was relaxed, like a military parade rest. The narrow street was dark from shattered streetlights, and twenty years worth of filth, yet the light of the cruiser seemed not even to touch the man, as if he were the light, and the cruisers flashing simply a shadow that through him without notice. Likewise the siren did not hinder his own speech, which was itself barely more than a harsh whisper.

"I have come to take that which is mine. Stand against me and you shall fall forever. Join me and you shall live for all the time of this world, and perhaps a bit longer."

His eyes were dark. Though in light they might have been brown, here they were like black coals, burning into her soul. His voice was stirring, commanding, like that of a great and seasoned orator.

His hand reached out towards her, and then as if consumed by shadow he was gone once more, his words still echoing in the air.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

"What the fuck?" I heard my own voice, covered by the yelping siren, which I shut off. I turned off the lightbar as well, to get rid of the vertiginous sensation caused by the rotating colors around me. I unsnapped my holstered Glock 19x9 mm, and slid out of the cruiser, looking around me for the man I most certainly saw and almost plowed over.

People about to be hit by cars exhibit strange behavior. Children, for example, turn and look at the grill. Adults turn away in a flinching motion. Drunks usually stagger and fall.

This... man... (why did my brain trip on that word?) just stood there. He didn't even blink.

I heard at least two more patrol cars approaching hot, became aware of radio traffic calling me, talking about me. Apparently someone had stopped the car I was chasing, then decided my absence from the chase could only mean something bad.

I radioed I was Code 4, but one cruiser continued around the last corner behind me and chirped to a stop.

"Megan?" the voice called, though it seemed much further than fifteen feet away. "Riley? HEY!!"

I stepped away from my car and his voice became thunder in my ears.

"WHAT?" I screamed in return.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the sergeant of the shift asked, coming toward me, snapping his own holster.

I looked down to see my Glock in my hand, finger on the trigger.

"I saw something, Sarge... I thought it was..."

What DID I think it was?

What was it he had he said to me? "Come to take that which is mine..."

Wasn't gangbanger language, despite the dark clothes.

While I was trying to find some explanation, a shooting had erupted at the traffic stop of the car I'd been chasing. The sergeant and I both scrambled to our cruisers and went to the scene, which had ended in what was certain to be the fatal shooting of the teenaged driver of the stolen Honda.

Would he have shot me if I'd pulled him over without backup? I felt my heart race.

Yes, I decided he would have.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He stood in the crowd on onlookers, observing the carnage without the slightest hint of intrest, his eyes on the woman police officer which he had so recently met, if only in parting.

She would do, he decided with a ghost of a smile. The irony of using a protector of the innocent to destroy this place appealed to him greatly. Using a slight flicker ot light to draw her attention he started to stroll casualy away.

She would follow him. He knew this without a doubt.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

The medics had driven away, leaving the kid's body where it had fallen on the pavement, left for others to haul away.

Like garbage, I thought. In a bag.

Even for a non-residential area of town this time of the morning, the scene had drawn a crowd.

The sergeant had released several of us from the scene to go back in service. I was walking toward my cruiser, with a weird sense of despondency. I felt like someone had whacked me in the chest. Not an unfamiliar sensation, physically or emotionally, in the last year since.

Since. I didn't even need to finish the sentence in my head anymore. It was a permanent before and after event in my life. Before shooting a child / after shooting a child. Kevin... all his perfect world answers - go to a shrink, stop drinking, forgive yourself.

I felt like Mel Gibson in the opening scenes of Lethal Weapon, where he spends some intimate self-reflection time with his firearm. I couldn't do it either. I had no reason why not, but for all the nights I'd pressed the muzzle against my head or my chest, I hadn't been able to pull the trigger. Kevin never knew that. Good Catholic boy he was, he would not understand how I didn't feel my soul was worth saving.

Forgive myself my ass....

Just as I got to the cruiser, almost blinded in self-loathing, I looked over the roof into the crowd and saw... Him.

I turned to see if anyone else was coming in my direction, so someone else might verify the existence of this maniac I nearly hit. The sounds of the officers, the crowd just dimmed to near silence.

I looked back into the crowd in time to see him turn away from me and begin walking.

I took one step and then another, around my patrol car, toward the crowd, following him...

It seemed like a stupid thing to do, but what was the worst that could happen I hadn't already avoided once tonight - that he'd kill me? I almost laughed.

Suicide by fate.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He felt her eyes upon him, but did not turn. Better for her to make the first move...

His pace on the darkened pavement was brisk, but seemingly relaxed, almost a military stride. his short black hair, and long overcoat moved not the slightest in the cool wind of late evening, and the black cloth he wore was dry, despite the light fog which was starting to pervade the area, like a creeping death.

Inspite of the shadows and darkeness of the area, he move with a natural ease and grace, avoiding the puddles of water that covered the walkway in places without a glance.

After a walk of no less than a block, he turned swiftly for the right, for no aparent reason, giving the woman in pursuit a passing glance before he was once more cloaked in shadows.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

He walked, sometimes melting into the shadows to where I could only see motion against the background.

I hesitated when he made a corner, knowing I was about to be out of sight of the crowd. But I had to know...

know what?

know who he was. What he meant.

I continued, feeling no fear. No sense of danger at all. I only felt ... compelled ... to follow him.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

I turned the corner. Despite seeing no possible place he could have gone in the deadend - no doors, nowhere to hide - he was ... gone.

I cursed myself for even falling for this, wondering if I'd crossed that line of mental reliability, but it was if I'd followed a ghost who'd vanished.

I looked up. A bank of windows sparkled in the dim light when I flashed the beam of my MagLite over them. I didn't see the man in black, and what I did see wasn't there at all...

Thirteen months and 19 days ago, I'd responded with two other officers to a home alarm in a better-than-average part of town. When we arrived, the father met us outside, explaining hysterically that his son was being held at knifepoint by a perpetrator inside the house. The intent was to wait for SWAT, for a negotiator, all those cool things they have on TV but never in a medium-sized town like this. Before a fourth unit could arrive even, we watched the man through a wall of windows drag the five-year-old boy out into a hallway from an upstairs bedroom to the landing of the stairs.

Seeing the flashing lights outside, we could hear him bellow but could not understand his threat or demand. When no response was made to his liking, he pulled the boy up by he back of his shirt and proceeded to jerk the knife across the child's throat.

Two of the three officers watching stood up and fired through the glass.

The laws of physics and ballistics state that a bullet fired through glass is likely going to deviate from its intended course.

Paul Ballard's bullet, fired a fraction of a second after mine, found its target - the perpetrator's head. Mine had been the one to shatter the window, deviated, and struck a five-year-old boy named Michael in the chest.

Even though the autopsy determined the boy would surely have died from the neck wound, just knowing I'd put a 9 mm bullet through his heart was more than I could stand watching in mental reruns every time I closed my eyes. Internal affairs cleared me. My conscience would not.

Every time I saw a large panel of glass, I had this flashback. Unwelcomed, uncontrolled.

I was backing up, trying to make my mental escape from something far more dangerous than a man dressed in black, when I practically backed into him, startled enough from my emotional diversion of the situation that I made some eeeking sound before a hand clamped over my mouth.

"Ssshhhh," he whispered in my ear.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He chuckled behind her, his hand held effortlessly in place over her face. his touch like fire against her bare skin. Leaning forward he spoke into her ear, his voice cold as ice, his gaze burning into hers, reflected through the glass.

"Sometimes, we just need to accept what we have done."

 

[WindDancerBlue]

Words echoed through my head until I wasn't sure I'd actually heard them, then they drowned away in a rush of fear I hadn't thought possible.

I'd expected the mere glint of a knife in my vision just before he... I figured I'd drop to the filthy ground beneath my feet and feel the blood drain so quickly I would die in just moments... welcome release from this hell.

He chuckled again, and though the grip over my mouth did not, his other arm loosened slightly, and he turned me torward him.

Looking into his dark eyes, I felt... something. Other than the chemically-induced fear now raging through my body, this was different. Something like ... understanding.

I tried to speak.

 

[JokerWild]

He watched from above...he would have never dreamed to see him here. "What do you want...why are you here?" he thought...he knew he could hear him. He watched as he stood behind the woman...what was interesting about her, why was he so interested in a mortal?

Her soul perhaps?...no his minons handled that. He pondered as he stood on the roof of the building. "Lucifer...why are you here?" he thought once more.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

"Who are you?" I demanded when his hand slipped away from my face, meaning to have said it with some authority. Meaning to pull my Glock to get the answer, if necessary. Instead, it sounded pathetic, weak. When I finally gathered the strength to reach for my holster, it was empty. My heartrate soared and the silence of the alley was covered by the pounding of blood in my ears.

"Shhhhh," he said again. His eyes tracked upward over my head for just a moment, focusing on somthing distant, then back to me. I didn't look over my shoulder.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He stared at his ex comrade for a moment, before returning his attention to the woman before him......or so it would seem.

Behind the fallen angel a voice spoke, its voice similar, yet vastly different to the mortal coil that held the trophy within its grasp below.

"She is mine. That is all that you need know. You can either choose to interfere, and be destroyed, or join with me, and be returned to the glory you once possessed at my side. I will succeed. There is nothing you, or any of His pety creations can do to stop me."

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Giving no sign that he had in any way left, he spoke to his captive, for that was what she undoubedly was now.

"Who? That is a question for the philosophers I think. Though it is far too cliched to even say, I have been know by many names."

He seemed to ponder the question, a hand lightly brushing her cheek, as if she were a small child whom he was particularly fond of.

"To the greeks I was known as Hades. To the romans, Pluto. The norse knew me as Loki, to the Hindu I am Sheeva, but in this time, and place I am know as Satan. I cannot say that I have a preference for one name over another. All are labels wrongly pressed upon me by those who think themselves my better.....you may call me Master."

His voice was seductive, but cold. Like a gifted public speaker.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

His words, making sense, and yet not...

Names - Hades, Pluto, Loki... Satan?

What the hell, I thought, and my mind told my body to move, but it failed to obey.

My face ached from where he'd held me, yet now his fingers simply caressed my cheek. It was burning ice.

There was this shiver racing down my spine, screaming in fear but also desire.

"M-m-master," I heard myself say...

 

[Demos Straxus]

He smiled at her response.

"That is a good start my dear...but we have so much more to attend to."

His voice was like a satisfyed purr.

"I have always taken what I wanted, and I do indeed want you.....but what I want.....no, Need from you is something more....something rare. It must be freely given."

His eyes flashed with fire, and his hand gently traced her sumptuous lips.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

Someone wanting something from me... someone who looked at me like I had value, meaning. Someone who ... forgave me. Was that it?

I nodded.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He chuckled at her, his hand moving from her lips as he stepped back, unleashing her from his spell.

"Its not that simple, I'm afraid. The time is not yet right. I'll keep in touch."

Turning, he strode from her, his coat swaying in the breeze slightly. He had made his first move...it was His turn now.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

I blinked, and when my eyes opened, I was alone, my weapon in my hand.

I jerked around, looking. No one. Not a shred of evidence that there had been anyone else near me.

Except the burning sensation left on my lips.

And this empty feeling, drowning my soul.

I holstered the gun and walked back toward my squad car, as unsure what had happened to me now as I had been when I was chasing the car.

The crowd had thinned. I got into my car and drove six blocks before I checked into service with dispatch and went on to the next call of my shift.

But the emptiness remained.

 

[MissCheevious]

Serafina

"Nothing is ever simple when you're involved."

A smooth and even tone to her voice as she slowly came into view, her hands tucked into the pocket of the slacks adorning her from the waist down. She seemed dressed in business attired, all in white with a bodice top beneath a matching jacket. Head bowed, her face was hidden behind a curtain of gentle brown curls.

"It's been a while."

Her head rose slowly to look the man in the face as his paced slowed in recognizing the voice, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of her pink lips as her feet led her forward in silent movement.

 

[Demos Straxus]

He chuckled as he turned to face her. Anyone passing them by might have thought they were old friends, rather than the bitterest of foes.

"Simple is boring. When you have all of eternity to plot your victory......its nice to savor it first. Don't you think?"

The smile he gave her was inhumanly cold.

"It has been a while though....I'm surprised that He didn't send a man, but then He never was one to stoop to such low tricks.I on the other hand....."

He gave the slightest flick of a wrist, and a cab swerved sharply in traffic, heading into a small group of people at high speed.

 

[MissCheevious]

Sera

"Simple is boring. When you have all of eternity to plot your victory...its nice to savor it first. Don't you think?"

Soft grey blue eyes rose from their spot on the pavement to meet the cold glare, a warm one of her own directed towards him in return. The ghost of the smile didn't falter for a second, even over the screech of rubber against the asphalt and the smell of burnt rubber met her nostrils.

"I still see you're lowering yourself to your petty tricks. And you wonder why He loves you so much. Ignorance is still bliss to you."

Her eyes never cut away from his as she heard the screams of the people on the street as the cab driver tried to right the car but to no avail. When it was time to go, it was time to go- and for these people their numbers were up.

"Do you still feel civil enough to hold a conversation without mass murder?"

Eyes shined brightly as if amused greatly by him, her movements graceful and fluid as she came to a stop several feet away from him, hands still residing in her pockets.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Petty?"

This was stated with slight annoyance.

"I am at war with all the world. Petty does not begin to encompass what I do to accomplish what I need."

In the background there was a scream as the bystanders were mowed down by the now deceased cab drive, and a smashing of glass as it ran into a store front. Neither of the two paid it any mind.

"As to commiting mass murder.....I am deeply insulted."

His smile transformed into a slight frown.

"You have seen me commit mass murder. This is an object lesson, nothing more. Your god will let his people die....and yet he has sent you, supposedly to save them. Perhaps he's just trying to put up a brave front. What do you think? Maybe he wants this little war to end as much as I do."

 

[MissCheevious]

Sera

"I am at war with all the world. Petty does not begin to encompass what I do to accomplish what I need."

A well shaped brow quirked at his comment, her head than following the motion much like in a bird like action.

"'At war with the world?' Hardly. But then again you were always one to give yourself more credit than your worth."

The comment was made with no more hesitation she would take in drinking from a glass of water.

"Now, do you care to have a sit down or shall we stand out here and continue with the banter?"

His last comment went ignored, or seemingly so, as she rocked forward on her toes and then back again to set the heels of her stilettos against the pavement once more as she awaited his answer. The sound of sirens in the distance reached her ears as she heard the hushed whispers from the gathering crowd across the street.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"But of course. I know a charming cafe down the street aways."

He inclined his head towards what might, in a nicer city be called a dive. Graffiti covered it in red, and black markings, and a man was thrown through the allready shattered window as the dark man walked towards it.

"And I believe a seat just opened up as well."