The Battle of Good Vs. Evil...

[LAVA GODDESSS]

I am Satan, the devil, the firey inferno, keeper of the gates of hell, 666, The grim reaper, The list goes on...The age of the Apocolypse has begun. I have been released from my prison. THe seven headed dragon of Revelations is loosened from it's confines. It has years to reign havoc among the humans. I keep my troops back until it's rein ceases. That is when the Battle of Good vs. Evil begins.


At last, their are a few humans scattered among the rubble that was once earth. The technology they thrived off of could not save them. Cell phones and palm pilots are things of the past. Only God can save their souls. My troops have assembled. It is June Sixth, 666 years after the reign of the dragon.

I can still remember the day I fell from heaven. I didn't believe the humans deserved such mercy. I rebelled, I was punished. Bitterness fills my soul. I will have my revenge, and I will claim the souls of the humans and torture them for killing me.

The one thing I regret is leaving my lover behind. Micheal, my dear heavenly angel, hair as blonde as a baby, broad shoulders, wings as white as swans, the heavenly aura about him. His sense of command and the control he has over the side of good.

I am evil. I seem to be his opposite. IT has been 666 years since we last saw each other, mere moments in the scheme of things.

The humans are scattered, bands of them are on the earth. My troops are assembled on a large mountain. Word has it that the angels are on the other side. I will claim my revenge, and I long to see my beloved.

The camp of the Evils consists of the undead, the monstrous, the dark angels, the elders who were in the resistance with me, the demons, and the lost souls. Commanders head each battalion of soldiers. They are stratigically placed around my tent. The winged creatures fly hovering camp.

Then there is me. The incarnate....the immortal. The female. Long flowing fiery red hair, to match my temper. My wings are that of feathers, black as a raven's, soft as a rabbit's fur. They span 8 feet and are 15 feet wide when fully extended. My feet are bare, my skin tanned deeply. My eyes are black, no beginnning, no end to their depths. Adorned in a black silk robe, tied with a sash beneath my breasts, my weapons include a dagger at my ankle and my staff. Horns adorn my forehead, small in size, shining, made of black ivory. My voice has been compared to the tempting sirens or the boom of eternal darkness, of fear, of insanity.


I stood and raised my arms, extended my wings and called upon my commanders.



(ooc. OOC statements will be made in this fashion, with the ooc. clearly stated and at the end of your post. Sorry for being such a stickler about this, but it tends to overwhelm the thread otherwise. Alright, choose your side...good OR evil, or human. I sort of need you to stick to those three. You may eventually trade sides. But I need you to sort of stick to those. No one plays God, or Fate...etc. Just keep this fun and as realistic...(well as possible). Don't worry, all the posts by me aren't this heavy! lol...poohlive, you have dibs on Micheal first. and rolland, you are commander of the humans...I think those are the only parts taken.....if you two don't want those parts...just let me know....HAVE FUN! and if something you post really upsets me, I'll just let you knoW! alright all....get into this!)

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

The tired angel puts away his horn, sliding it into the space between spaces those who are attuned can access. After blowing the last trump, signalling Armageddon, he'd thought he'd never play again. However, as time didn't stop, and evil wasn't forever vanquished, he brought the instrument of his power from time to time. The war had finally brought home to this divine messenger exactly what the blues really were. Too many friends slain. Too much.

"Now what do I do?" muttered Gabriel, mostly to himself. "Archangels can't have the blues, can they? What a senseless waste this all is. What could the Big Guy have been thinking when he let all this happen? Better go find Michael. Maybe he can explain a few things to me. After all, I was just the bugle boy; Michael was... well, Michael!"

Spreading his wings, out of habit and sense of style more than any realistic need for their lift, he flew in search of his commander, the Archangel Michael.

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[Edited by Neale on 02-01-2001 at 10:44 PM]

 

[poohlive]

Michael grabbed the hilt of his sword. It caught the light, glinting off the razor sharp edge. A thing of beauty in and of itself, but it's one purpose for death.
It seemed ironic didn't it, the aestetic properites of a deadly weapon. A sword had to have a symbol of it's family seal. He remembered the medievil times of human history. Things were simpler then, much simpler.
Now however, it seemed even more complicated than ever. He sighed, sheathing the sword behind him. As much as he loved to look at that sword, he despised it just as much.
Stepping out of his tent, Michael looked at the nearby mountain. Reports were coming in that they were on the other side.
"Oh quit fooling yourself," he thought to himself.
All right, reports were that she was on the other side. Lucifer, the one and only true...
No, it wasn't. Whatever it was wasn't anymore. It was as simple as that. Michael yawned, stretching out his wings. It had been forever since he used them, not like he ever needed to. Still, it did bring a certain feeling of confidence and safety.
Michael watched the tree line. He wondered what she was thinking right now? Did she even remember?
He shook his head, she had probably forgot. A human saying, time heals all wounds. It had been 666 years, and he still felt like it was only yesterday. Maybe it only worked on humans.

 

[Morgoth]

A dark, bleeding hand ripped out of the ruins of Los Angeles and groped about. The ground began to rumble around the hand and some kind of spires began poking through the ground. The hand slowly turned into an arm, and then into two. The tips of two wings emerged next, and then a head. It was a handsome human, that looked as though he wouldn't hurt a fly, but the aura of hate and evil around him quickly disproved that. Then, the rest of him emerged, and he lay there, gasping in pain from numerable gashes and cuts all over his body. Then the spires turned into towers and pretty soon, a large castle had risen out of the ground. Mustering his remaining strength, the human shrieked and was enveloped in red light. After the light passed, there stood a demon that didn't even slightly resemble a human. 25 ft tall, muscles rippling with numerous cuts, his two huge mandibles twittering at his sides, needing human flesh. The demon staggered into the castle and the door slammed shut behind him as the demon lay himself down on a large, comfortable bed. In what had once been a swamp, and was now L.A., stood a great castle. After 666,the Tarasque had awoken!

 

[Kepic]

Toral

The human camp was in disarray, arguments flourishing about which way we should turn. I sat calmly in the centre of it all, watching.

Despite over six and a half centuries of this madness, they had survived, albeit in dwindling numbers. Angels of retribution and and Daemons of destruction had not yet 'cleansed' the earth of what both sides now saw little more than pests.

With reports coming from the camps farthest scouts - using simple ages-old mirrors and pieces of glass that had been passed from generation to generation to pass their messages - that an army of Good and an army of Evil were poised to fight over the mountain on which these humans had sought refuge, I decided that something must be done.

I had drifted from one human camp to another over these centuries, living besides them, suffering as they themselves suffered, moving on before my eternal youthfulness betrayed my true nature.

The decades had taught them to trust neither Angel or Daemon, and I was both, yet neither. My existence was known to only a few on each of the 'great sides' - and they probably doubted I had survived long anyway.

I stood, shouting for silence.

"We must decide. The Daemons would slaughter us for the hell of it - the Angels would seek to purge our sins for heavens sake by granting merciful deaths. We must decide. Neither is acceptable, yet those are the choices they would lay before us. Even after all this time, they have not seen that we humans make our own choices, our own fates."

We humans I had said. I told lies better than any Daemon I had met - and spoke the truth with more clarity than any Angel likewise encountered.

"We humans forge our own destinies. Let us do so now."

[Edited by Kepic on 02-03-2001 at 02:40 AM]

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque awoke, his wounds healed. He stood up and called for servants. When no one came, he cursed. He grabed his armor and his weapons and spread his huge wings. The cieling opened and he flew out. The opening slammed shut behind him. The Tarasque looked down below, and beganm to search for a new army of war and an army of concubines.

 

[Toku]

Raphael

Raphael walked outside, letting the women in the tent behind. He got his clothes straight and picked up his staff. He loved to be loved, by humans or angels, love was everywhere the same, as was pleasure, he 'loved' giving those women pleasure.

he sighed, thinking of the old days, when he had a real job. After most of the humans turned their back on the Angels and vice versa being the Guardian Angel wasn't much fun anymore. And with all of them being busy fighting eachother 'Art' was also out of the question. He wished the old days came back but knew they never would, not as long as Lucifer, that hot, in al the meanings, witch existed. War was what counted, nothing but war. he didn't like to fight, fighting got you tired in a annoying way, and most of all, you got dirty.

Raphael was about to lift up, showing his wings, ready to report at the chief, Michael, when he saw the man standing on a hill, surrounded by a crowd. Some men and women from the crowd recognised Raphael, the women longing for him with his eyes, the men asking him for a drink or a game of poker.

He ignored them mostly, watching the man on the hill, listening at his words; "We humans forge our own destinies. Let us do so now."

This was new and could become intresting, again in all meanings of the word.

 

[Morgoth]

L.A. was a wasteland! Nothing alive as far as the eye could see. The Tarasque let out an angry roar. He spread his wings and transformed into his Demon form. He began to look for any demon, especially Lucifer. He stumbled upon them at the hill. Some of the demons turned and looked at him admiringly. "Where is Lucifer? I know she is here!" asked the Tarasque. If his insight didn't prove wrong, there would soon be blood.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer

I love Lucy......er. Lucifer.


One thing that a 'mother' of all her 'children' knows, is when and where they all are. Especially this devil. I tilted my head, realizing that someone has entered camp. Unidentified. I uttered a shrill cry. Winged creatures by the multitudes swooped through the sky, blocking out the moon. They would bring IT to me.


Moments later I heard the flapping of leathered wings approaching. A man in their midst. I half-heartedly smiled. Tsk tsk. Do they think I REALLY am that stupid. Disguises? I AM THE...lier, sin, THE MOTHER OF DISGUISES.

"welcome." I said. The raven black feathers on my wings fluttered annoyingly in the breeze. I halted the wind around me. "YOu have ten seconds to explain yourself. Or welcome.....to hell." I cocked my eyebrows. A wave of memories washed over me. I knew him. her?. Definately a him.

I could be a bitch, but hell.......that is what the BIG GUY upstairs wanted out of me. It sort of grew on me, I did have a soft spot.......not getting into that.

 

[Morgoth]

"Try and send me there, Dark Angel! I was born there! I am the Tarasque! My castle has just risen out of some type of city. All my servants and women were gone. Probably killed. I have awoken 666 years from when my castle mysteriously sank. Just when I was about to strike a finishing blow on the angel flank so you could conquer them, I believe", he said, transforming into his demon form.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

"Wipe that smirk off of your face before I do. Now." I lowered my head and my lip quirked at the corner, showing my impatience. The leaders who constantly were by my side cringed.


"I remember you. I created you. Don't tempt me to destroy you. Your dishonor will not go unpunished. Do you dare face me without signing the sixes? Have you no respect? Hell is not what it used to be. You would beg for water there, your skin would never cease to be on fire. You would beg me to kill you. Then.....I would, and when you think you ahve relief, the boundries of hell would swallow you and pull you into the recesses that only the truelly damned know of." I walked up to him, my face centimeters from his.

I put my hand to his collar and yanked him forward before hanging him by his collar. My 5'11" frame stood below his, I let go, and he was suspended in air. I breathed inward, and as I did, the breathe from his body became my own.

"Tell me when you want to breathe."

I turned. Crying my shrill cry I called to my messanger.

Plucking a feather from my wings, I am the only known angel with the exact same feathers upon my wings, I handed it to him. Disguising the winged creature by turning it into a fair young innocent angel, I placed it in 'her' hands and gave instructions to, "Take this to Micheal, watch him, Make sure he knows it is from me."

I turned back to the monstrosity that dared to opposed me, I smirked. Raising my hand, he dropped to the floor and gasped for breath. I smiled.

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque stood up, an oval of fire surrounding him. The breath rushed back into his waiting lungs. The fire stopped abruptly. "I came to join you! But through this dishonor to me, I shall take my new army elsewhere!" he roared, and a huge army appeared into view. Demons, undead, and other such beasts of hell filled it's ranks. "Don't try to turn them, either! They are simply under my command. They obey no one else", esplained the Tarasque. He spread his wings, and prepared to take flight. Just in case she would try to kill him, the impenetrable oval of fire appeared again. "There is still a chance I join you, though!" he shouted, taking into the air. The army turned to go. "And you should remember. I was your most loyal servant during the original war! I was the one you entrusted! I was the last hero to fall! And now you treat me like a human!" he bellowed, getting higher, then transforming into Dark Angel form. His ugly features turned gentle and beautiful, yet evil. His leather dragon wings became black feathers. His mandibles dissapeared and human features appeared.

OOC: Nice picture, Lava.

[Edited by Morgoth on 02-08-2001 at 04:35 PM]

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

I plucked the dagger from the prone body of my latest task. In the years that I have been wandering the earth thousands have gone under the cynical eyes of heaven. Sometimes I feel as if my task is a meaningless one. I am an angel who brings death, if I operated under the commands of Lucifer I would be feared and loathed. Instead I am summoned by those who seek retribution.

Many times I have felt like a pawn, a tool in the eyes of mortals who feel they have been treated unjustly. And while I have carried out my duty dilligently, sometimes I can't help but think that I am doing the wrong thing. Death follows in my path, and I feel the shadow on my wings constantly. The weight is becoming too much; an Angel, servant of God and a symbol of everything good, who takes lives as if they were chickenfeed. A human life! Is heaven taking the wrong path?


Now my path takes another turn. Leaving the alleyway I turn towards civilisation to find chaos. People are screaming, riots are breaking out and the atmosphere is awash with the sounds of chaos. Hell must be working overtime. I walk over to a nearby store and look at the TV inside. The sight is overwhelming. L.A is destroyed, in it's place a stronghold of Hell has arisen. Things are getting bad. I must find Michael.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer

"I? TREAT YOU LIKE A HUMAN? EXCUSE ME!" I roared.

"I know who you are and what you are, betrayal is often in the last parting years. You haven't been around for the past 666 years! It was our years for preparing, and no sight of you was found! REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE! REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO. I am your creator." My voice lowered.
I flew to his height. I cocked my head in questioning. "I am not betraying you, you are betraying me."


I softened my features and my horns began to reside. The sun began to rise. The sun began to glint off of my flaming red hair. The gold accents in my robe glinted. "I am insulted you dare talk to me like this." I whispered to him, my head tilted over his shoulder, whispering in his ear.

"Loyalty comes first. You think you would remember what we were."

OOC. sexy eh? lol.......

 

[poohlive]

Michael looked at the distant horizon.
"Fireworks?" someone asked. He shook his head. No, it was her, Lucifer. She was making nature do all sorts of crazy things today. This meant she was either getting laid or extremely angry at someone. And by all the yelling he didn't think it was the former.
Who would she be angry at though? In all her life Michael had never seen her get angry. If something upset her she simply got rid of it, or destroyed it. He had never seen her get angr...
Oh no, he had. The night she had told him she was going to betray god. She had wanted him to follow her, to help make heaven a better place than anyone could imagine. He said he couldn't, he just couldn't. She had gotten angry that night, extremely angry.
Shaking his head from those memories, before more deep and hurtful ones could reoccur, Michael walked back to the front of the army. God's soldiers, pure and simple. Now would have to be the time for attack, while she as distracted. He knew she had many tricks up her sleeve, but she had to be thinking about them. If she was distracted then maybe they had a chance.
"ATTAC..."
A small girl walked up to him. She smiled, handing him a note. He heard her whisper Lucifer, before she disappeared. His chest stopped, looking down at the paper. He opened it calmly, not notcing the girl disappear.
"Michael shall we..."
Michael shook his head, "No, she wants to see me, alone."
There was a mixed reaction from the crowd. Most of it mocking laughter and cynnicism. He didn't believe it either, could she really want talk... or was this a ploy to draw him out, and assasinate him herself.
He didn't want to hurt innocent people's lives. His own, or his men, that's what the choice really came down to.
"I have to go," he said, "She'll kill all of us if we don't. You know that, we would have put upon hell of a fight, but even I know we were outnumbered."
Michael flew up, heading towards the crest of the mountain. Hearing all this reminded him of a poem. Pope, Alexander Pope had once written "Only fools go where Angels dare not tread."
He was certainly treading in it now.

 

[Kepic]

Toral

What could we do against such armies arrayed to either side of us? The slaughter would be immense, and the human camp would be caught between them.

My keen eyes caught sight of a winged figure flying up from the angels army, towards the mountains peak. On the opposite side, another figure was rising, with black wings.

A parlay between the two forces? I had never heard of such before, in all my life. This bore watching.

I left the human camp, climbing up the slope as far as I could, till I was out of sight, before taking my true form, flying up keeping close to the rock surface.

 

[Morgoth]

"I am would join you if you treated me like you used to! I have a stronghold actually, and have mustered an army about the size of yours! I would join you, but for this indecency to me and my soldiers! While you were preparing, so was I, anyway! My soldiers were inside my caslte, and were about to pour forth and aid you! But then, something went wrong. Someone on the side of good had cast some kind of powerful spell. As my first soldier began to ride out of the gates, the castle began to rapidly sink. I was thrown out of it, and buried by the mountain which the castle sat upon! I awakened only for you, Lucifer! And yet you treat me as if I have no more belonging in your army than a squirrel!" he bellowed in anger and outrage.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

Gabriel floats gently down into the encampment of Michael's forces, warily watching the moutain in the distance, where he knew the forces of Evil were gathered around their Dark Queen.

At Michael's tent, however, he only found Michael's human lieutenants. "He did what! That lunatic! Oh, Heavenly Father, be with your mightiest servant as he faces ultimate evil incarnate!"

Gabriel looks around at the humans. "Men, and ladies, don't just stand around waiting his return. You must be vigilant! Lucifer isn't likely to let this opportunity pass by. Now is when she is most likely to strike, when she knows our leader is gone. You all know what needs doing, so do it! I'll go part-way up the mountain, and watch."

He spread his large wings then, and headed to a watchpoint on the mountainside, hoping and praying that Michael would soon return.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: IM loving this too much to come in and upset the balance...*Grin* So I'll wait a wee while longer..*el*

 

[Toku]

Raphael

Gabriel pushed the girls around his neck aside and followed the human he had been watching on the hill.

When they were out of sight the human began to transform into something completely different and flew away in the direction of the mountains.

Raphael saw what had caught the creatures attention, "Oh, my dear Lord in heaven," it was most definately Michael who flew towards Lucifer's camp, "has the bigheaded show-off gone mad, he's paying the devil a visit!"

"Good luck my friend," he yelled cynical, not sure if it were at Michael or the creature from the human camp, "you'll need it."

Raphael jumped in the air, spread his wings and slowly began flying towards the Angel's camp, his pilgrim's staff in his right hand, mumbling, "in the end it all comes down on the angel of healing, mark my words, that's when they need Raphael!"

Near the encampment he saw Gabriel standing on one of the mountaintops, gazing in the direction Michael had taken. Raphael landed softly behind him, knowing Gabriel had not noticed him.

"Hey, big guy, don't look that serious, it does not suit you," immediately continuing, "please tell me the wine is playing tricks with my head and that is not Michael approaching Lucifer...."

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

It takes me a long time to find Michael's camp. Hidden in the shadow of a mountain, it seems obvious to me that the forces of hell lurk on the other side, hell bent on our destruction. I fly slowly over the camp, observing many humans, and many of my fellows mingling below, preparing for the battle that is destined to follow.

I see a man standing on a chair making a speech to the humans. He looks familiar to me, but I cannot place the face. His face shows the weariness of centuries on this earth. An immortal?

However I have more pressing concerns. Looking around I see Michael flying towards the evil camp. What is going on? With urgency I press towards following Michael, but I realise that he is alone. There must be a reason for this.
On the mountainside I notice Raphael and Gabriel in conversation, so I swoop silently down and sit behind them, watching the skyline.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

Gabriel quickly turned 'round to see who had been able to approach him so closely without being noticed.

"Oh, it's you, Raphael. Wine, women, and song boring you already?" he spoke with a sudden anger, quickly replaced by a look of chagrin.

"My apologies, brother. I truly do not begrudge you the moments of happiness you find amongst the mortals these days. They certainly could use some joy. No, Michael has gone to meet the Adversary, and I'm half out of my mind with worry."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

I stare at the fallen angel. "You know full well defiance is not accepted, in the heat of battle, especially now. Once in my infinate life, will I be merciful, count this as it. I am not cruel or harsh, I am fair...The fact that you haven't strayed from our path is comforting......" my last words trailed as I saw the gleaming ball of light come over the hill, the irridescant glow belonged to none other than the holy of all holies, the light of the pure. It was Micheal. I could smell him, sense him.

 

[Toku]

Raphael

Gabriel always was too serious, especially in contrast with Raphael. Raphael doesn't like it when the other Angel spoke with sarcasm about his task, being the Guardian Angel of mankind.

But Gabriel apologises and Raphael quickly forgives Gabriel for his words, especially when he sees the worries in his eyes. "Than only the Father can help him, and he will, believe me, my dear Brother."

He gives Gabriel a few taps on the shoulder and brushes through the angel's hair, knowing Gabe hates it when he does that, "we should focus on the things over here, Lucifer's generals will make their moves, with an opportunity like this. But first I want you to take a look at something," he points his staff towards the winged creature which is flying in Michael's direction, "I followed it out of the human camp, when it was stil....., well, human...."

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

OOC: Great thread, Lava. Do you mind if I butt in? Maybe add to the females and the humans in the thread.

IC: I looked up to the hill as I walked back from my errand. I watched the angels on the hill for a few moments, a scowl on my face and my eyes narrowed. Turning abruptly, I made my way back to the tent of my father who was an officer for the humans. Not that it mattered any as we were but pawns in this game of the gods.

Entering the tent, my scowl deepened as I saw my three sisters sitting in the tent giggling incesently over the angels-especially the one called Raphael. They threw me a look and begin to giggle again. They knew I did not approve. Quite frankly I hated both sides. In the end nothing but the extermination of our kind would come about and my sisters treated it like it was a game.

"Belinda!," I heard my father call to me from outside of the tent and I turned to obey his voice. Reaching his side, I said,"Yes, Father."

"You have been out today?," He asked full well knowing that I left to scout the area more than once a day as I did not trust our 'protectors' any more than the enemy. He did not wait for my reply. "I wish that you would stick closer to camp. It is dangerous out there for a young woman."

"Father," I said, sarcasm in my voice as I raked my hand through my dark hair,"It is dangerous anywhere for anyone-even the toughest of our warriors. Do you really think that these winged creatures care what happens to us? They are simply concerned over who can take over the shambles of this planet and should we all perish than they will simply start over with some other improved species."

My green eyes were flashing as I spoke and I could tell by my father's face that I had said to much. "Belinda," His tone was hard and sharp,"The circumstances about us are dire and we need the cooperation of everyone. This kind of attitude is not going to help our cause."

I almost told him that there was no such thing as 'our' cause only those of deamons and gods with us caught in the middle but I stopped myself and simply said,"Yes, Father. I will do my best to help the 'human' cause the best I can." With that, I stormed off to do another scout of the area though I knew it to be a waste of time.

[Edited by Isolde on 02-14-2001 at 05:11 PM]