The Battle of Good Vs. Evil

[LAVA GODDESSS]

(ooc. Welcome to all, any other inquiries as to whether or not you can join should go to the “Ooc. Good Vs. Evil. The link will be at the bottom of this post. Eh, um, religion is supposed to stay out of this, but my first post couldn’t be helped. This is long, but I hope worth the wait.)

White light eminated from her, her stark white gown and massive wings were blinding. She smiled evilly. Looking around, she couldn’t contain her laughter. She was summoned before God.

Bowing Mockingly, her voice was hauntingly melodic and tranquil, her voice that of a thousand angels praising him,“Oh Great is the Day Oh Lord, Creator of All.”

"Thou shalt not forsake the name of the Lord. God cannot be mocked"

She fell to the firmament of heaven as she attempted to look upon the Glory of God. Blinded, she was hurtled mercilessly to the floor. “From this moment forward, let it be struck in the Book, that the angel called Lucifer shall be exiled from the earth and of heaven. “

Her once white and holy luminous character turned dark and cruel. Behind her stood her followers, who were silently called to witness her torment. Lucifer screamed in agony as she shed her brilliantly white gown, her wings began to crumble, only to be replaced with wings that tore through her now golden skin.

Black.

Everything, black, her long, once heavenly white hair now a shade of raven black, her wings, also the color of sin.

[/b]”Let these others be struck from the Book.”[/b]

The rest fell to their knees when they dared not bow to Him. They fell to face her, to worship her, and in that, they began their torment. They too shed their innocence.

The year of Satan, after 1000 years of peace

She spread her wings, it was time. The year 666. She grinned evilly. Her eyes were void and dark, evil. It had been many years since she held reign. Behind her, the blank voided eyes of darkness and creatures of death and torment began to prepare as well.

There is a river, a deep river, one that lead from earth the Heaven or to Hell. The fork in the river to hell was cut off, and dried up. There was no use for it during the 1,000 years of peace. Upon that river was a boat, traveling with the last of those prepared to go to heaven. This is where she began her conquests, and her reign of terror

Lucifer commanded her troops, and with that, she took the boat hostage, her powers increased in these years that God granted her free reign. She took the one’s whose souls were prepared for heaven. The boat rose, the earth shook. The river began to flow with blood, and in doing so, heaven’s branch dried up, and hell began to spring forth, and rise to the earth. There before the trembling humans was their only chance of heaven. The river to Hell was amongst them, as was Hell itself. The earth erupted in flames, plagues, tyranny, and eruptions. The battle of Good vs. Evil began.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The Rebel without a cause....

*It had been chaos*

*Chaos in every city and every place, and for years upon years, Alexander Dragonheart had been a survivor, and now was no exception, while some panicked..some preyed..but The man called the Dragon of the Road by many of the toughest mafias in the world...kept his head, he quickly stocked up on supplies, guns, Fuel for his Motercycle, Bomb making materials, Rations, Water, he modified his entire cycle to be able to hold the load and still go fast as a bat outta hell, And he was finally ready to face the world, draping the Long black trench coat with a Chinese Dragon emblazoned on the back, sliding on the oval Ray Ban sunglasses, he revved up his cycle and took off down the ruined roads...He was an imposing figure for being only eighteen and still a virgin....his jet black hair flew out behind him, having never been cut ever in his entire life..we was fair complexioned and well built, he could have passed for a valadictorian of his highschool class, but that wasnt him, He was a rebel. A man on a mission of survival. And The Dragons Rule number one was very simple, D.T.A.*

*Dont Trust Anybody*

*As he blazed down the road, the wind in his ears and a Phenoix on the black helmet he wore..he was the strangest sight on the hell torn landscape....The red sky seemed to make him even more imposing...He didnt know where he was going, but he wouldnt give the enemy a Sitting target, He intended to live, and Live he would, by any means nessicary.*

 

[poohlive]

Michael looked at the pool, his reflection showed back at him, along with a brilliant sky that shone brightly. The only thing that blocked the stupdneous view was a rainbow. Heaven was beautiful.
"Hey, Mike, what's up?"
He looked up, seeing Peter, with a couple of other angels. They were close to him, looking in his direction. He smiled, and then went back to the pool of liquid.
"Mike!"
Peter flew over to the cloud, it was a small white island in the middle of the lake. He landed carefully.
"I've told them all about you, they are dying to go back to their place and 'hang out' come on."
He shook his head, "I'm not really up to it."
Peter knelt down, looking at his reflection in the water.
"You're still not thinking of her, are you?"
"No, of course not. I just don't feel like being with anyone right now."
Peter got the hint.
"All right, jeez. I'll see you tomorrow, jazzercise..."
He waved them off. They went.
He stared back down at the pool. His eyes a clear dark blue, and they shone perfectly.
Something fluttered down. A letter, he snatched it from the air.
Reading it quietly.
"Has it been a thousand years already? It seems so much shorter."
He looked up, nodding his head. Why wouldn't he trust fully in god? He had stuck by him in times of severe pain and disollution. Not many people know that sometimes it hurts sticking by god. Sometimes, you must sacrifice everything you love.
... or even fight it to the bitter death.
He rose up gently, going back into the golden gates of heaven.
"I need the high ranking angels, all of them. Anyone and everyone capable of fighting. We are already late for the party of the millenium..."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Gabriel:

"No way! I am telling you that Sadam and Gamorrah were the finest destruction done by God's will--and my mighty hands!"

I watch the other angel as we do somersaults and cartwheels through the air. She responds to me that the flood was much more interesting.

"My apprentice, do not question me," I mock, "for I am an enforcer of God."

As if those very words trigger a miracle, the sunlight parts around a piece of paper, drifting throught the air. The neophyte races toward it, snatching it. Looking at the cover, she hands it to me.

Reading through it, I suddenly realize the year is here.

"My dear apprentice, please continue your monitoring of the earth without me. God commands me to join him." I smile in glee as I soar upward though the clouds, leaving the neophyte alone in the air.

 

[PmTick]

The Bank Heist Gone Right

In a small van next to the First Capitol bank, four of the FBI's most wanted crouched beside each other, discussing their plan of action. Their leader, Tommy spoke, "Alright, Jimmy you and Charlie are going to go in the vault and collect all the cash while Frank and I will watch everyone inside. Now Frankie, I don't think I need to tell you what to do if anyone tries to interfear?" Frank smiled as he cocked his shotgun. "Good that's why I've alwasy like ya, your a crazy son-of-a-bitch."

30 Minutes later, the job was on, Jimmy and Charlie were loading up all the cash and bonds while Frankie and Tommy held everyone in the bank at gunpoint. Tommy spoke, "Alright everyone just reamin calm and this will all be over soon." At that moment, a young man tried to run toward the alarm, attempting to alert the authorities but he tripped and fell on his face. Soon the barrel of Frank's gon was aimed at the man's head. "You know what to do Frankie, waste'm," Tommy commanded.

But for some reason Frank couldn't do it, he had done it a million times before, shot a person, but he couldn't do it now. It was like someone was keeping him from pulling the trigger. Jimmy got annoyed, "DO IT!!!What the, that's it you lose your cut!! I'll handle this." Suddenly Frank opened fire, hitting Tommy in the chest, causing him to fly out of the bank's window. Then he ran over to the alarm, and hit it himself before shutting the vault, trapping Charlie and Jimmy.

Frank ran out of the bank and escaped down an alley as the police arrived. "What the hell just happened?? It was like I didn't have control over my body!"

 

[Toku]

Raphael

".......Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go bid the soldiers shoot."

After Fortinbras' last lines a loud applause filled the theatre. The crowd was wild. Even, or better especially, in these terrible times theatre blossomed. After the curtains were closed the crowd moved towards the exits. Ready to again risk their lives in getting home. It was surprising that the wanted to risk their lives in the first place, but theatre leaded their minds from reality for a moment, it let them forget the terrible things that happen outside.
Even Hamlet.

At the end of the line of people getting through thee exits to the main hall a group of women stood around a man.

The man was dressed in a white suit, with white shoes and white gloves. He had the most charming and seductive smile, a beaitifeul sight strengthed by his big blue eyes and blond curly hair. It was Raphael, the Healing Angel and mankind's Guardian Angel.

"Ladies, ladies, give me some space, I almost stop breathing," he laughs towards the women. He knows most of them, he has slept with most of them. He loves the pleasure of women, he loves to pleasure women.

When thet get to the garderobe he gives the boy behind the counter a friendly smile. "Did you take good care of it, my friend?" "Yes, Sir, I'll get it for you."

"What is so important about the piece of wood, Raf, darling?" a blond woman asks.

"It's part of my job, my dear, but don't ask, just believe me."

The boy returns with a large coat, also in white, and a simple wooden staff, curled at the top. He gives the boy some money and wishes him a good journey home.

"Well Ladies, I had a lovely time this evening, I couldn't have wished for better company than the likes of you, I love you all and will see you all very soon."

They respond disappointed but he hurries himself too the main exit. At the exit a man stops him. "Mr. Raphael, I want to thank you for the advice you gave me throughout the rehearsals, It's thanks to you the audience is so positive."

"Don't give me all the credit Frank, it was you and your group who did all, I just made sure you guys would go on in these hard times. I had a wonderful evening but have to go now, get home well!"

Outside Raphael walks into an alley, once he passes the corner two giant wings appear through his coat on his back. Some moments later Raphael flies through the air and lands on a secluded rooftop across the theatre.

No-one knows he's an angel, somehow people lost faith in God, and with that, in them. Even through good times people thought little of God and the angels, at least the people he knew.

He thinks back at the times everybody knew him, he was adored as an angel, and he adored them for being human, for having a free will. He still adores mankind, sees the good in most of them.

At midnight the lights go out in theatre. Raphael has watched everybody going home, protecting them from above from any danger that could happen. This night was a quiet night, for a change.

A few days later Raphael walks out of room, straightening his clothes, leaving the women in the room behind. He was happy, it was a wonderful night, for him......and for the girls now sleeping with a smile on their face.

When the elevatordoors open Raphael blinks. -that's not the cold stomach of a elevator, that's heaven!-

"By the holy father himself, what's this?" He picks up a piece of paper at his feet. He's silent for a few moments.

"Aw No, you got to be kidding me, what does Michael want from me, I'm not a fighter, I'm a healer." He waits a few moments but than steps through the doors and into heaven. It's been a long time, as guardian angel he has to be among mankind, and they're not in heaven.

Raphael begins walking towards the place mentioned on the paper, mumbling to himself.

"I just know what this is bad, It ends up in fighting again, that stunning bitch of a Lucifer is back and we've got to fix it. I hate it, I just know this will end getting my suit dirty, and if I hate one thing, it's getting dirty."

 

[Morgoth]

Chickens clucked and pigs oinked noisily. The forbidding figure of the Tarasque Lord strode through the camp. He had at last recieved command over the Daemon section of the army. His Tarasques milled about him, swords drawn. He suddenly questioned the sharpness of Angrist. He pulled it free. "Back", he ordered, and the Tarasques moved. Fast. A slave was resting againt a wall of a hut, a basket of potatos at his side. Wrathlance leaned on the wall next to him. Then, faster than the eye could follow, he swung the huge blade. Not only was the slave decapitated, but the sword cut through the wall, cutting another slave clear in half. Wrath put the sword just in front of his face and looked at it. A Tarasque wiped the blood off, and he sheathed the blade. His wings/tentacles, long trapped inside, were sent out. They grew from his back, curling and stretching. The Tarasques knew he wanted some alone time. They had no ide what he did during this alone time, but they knew he did it often. He lifted into the air and flew for a few miles, checking the blasted countryside beneath him. Up ahead loomed Lucifer's castle. He landed on her personal balcony and entered the room quietly. She was sleeping. "Your highness. It is Wrathlance", he announced.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian sat on the rooftop and looked down at the city. He could feel all the people that he had touched tonight, all the people he had corrupted. He hated what he did but he knew that he had no other choice. To the people that he touched he was seen as nothing more than a normal human being but he was in fact a dark angel, one of the highest minions of Lucifer.

He leaned forward and looked down at the street, his head in his hands and wondered what he could do to end this torment of his. He had tried everything.... he had even spoken to Gabriel asking for forgiveness but that had ended badly. Gabriel had almost killed him, telling him that he would never come back into heaven in his present form.

It was then he heard the one voice in his head that he dreaded and longed to hear at the same time. It was the voice of God, his creator and the one person he wished that he could talk to. He raised his head upwards and cried out as the voice said. Cristian.... I know that you can hear me and I have something that I must tell you. The time is now upon us and you will be called into another fight but I have one thing I have to say. Choose the side that you fight on carefully for if you choose the wrong side your punishment will be far worse than it is now.

Christian shook his head and said, "Oh God, no. It can't be that time. I don't want to fight you again. Not again!"

The voice inside his head was already gone and Cristian looked down to see a black envelope sitting next to him. He picked it up slowly and opened it, dreading the words that he knew he would see. It was indeed time and he was being called to Hell to hear what Lucifer, his new master had to say. Cristian then pushed himself off the rooftop and as he got halfway down spread his wings, flying away from the city and towards one of the entrances to Hell.

 

[poohlive]

"Welcome," Michael adressed the entire group before him. Hundreds of angels, looking at him for hope and guidance. His clear blue eyes shone signs of weariness already.
The war hadn't even begun yet.
"I'm glad you could all come at short notice. Some of you have been dreading this day, while others are still unsure what exactly is going on. I want to be brief, but I'm sure if you ask some of the older angels, like Gabriel or Raphael, they'd be able to fill you in on more details. Lucifer has begun her control over the earth. Even now, as we speak, the barrier of hell is being ripped apart, and a piece of heaven has already come through onto earth."
He looked up onto the air above them, a picture of the world came up.
"There have been signs all over the world of this coming, already the truly faithful ones of god have disappeared to come up to heaven, and the rest of them have begun experiencing the prophecies foretold in the book of Revelations."
He sighed, as the world disappeared.
"We should prepare, grab any weapon you need. There are shields, swords, daggers, knives, blades, spears, anything you can carry with you. We leave for earth within the hour, say your goodbyes and meet me by Peter's Gate."
He unfolded his wings, letting them spread out as far as they could. They glowed with a white brilliance.
"You are more than likely going to your death's, I'd like to thank you now in helping with his will. God loves you, don't forget that."
He folded his wings back up, stepping down fromt he podium. He wasn't one for speaking, or leading an entire army of holy angels. He supposed, if God thought he could do it, he was capable.
Let's just hope he doesn't screw things up.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The Rebel without a cause....

*The chaos only got worse the closer you got to the cities....But thankfully, everyone steered clear of the Motor cyclist who was apparently armed to the teeth...he rode slowly into the hell tossed town...He saw several small groups of people going as fast they could away from the city, as if he gave a damn. He needed to come here to see how much more fuel he could get, it was obvious he would need it and soon, scince Fuel didnt usually go bad for a long time if you kept it good...He had even outfitted his bike with several reserve fuel tanks...He finally found a gas station abandoned, and filled up a few large metal canisters with the stuff, packing the heavy things onto the bike and checking the load gague, he nodded, there was plenty of room to spare so he took off down the road again, wondering where he could go now, he was simply contented with riding across country...holing up in caves and wherever else he got the chance to...he wanted to live to see the end of this damn thing, So he stopped and shut off the engine to conserve fuel, He pulled out a pair of laser sighted 50 calibur Desert Eagles, and slid a pair of clips into them..sliding them into hip holsters, he revved his engine back up and continued driving, feeling a bit safer with weapons ready to go...down the road..*

*one hour later..*

*he was surrounded by feral looking people..the panickers, and savages, gone back to their instincts..but they didnt have a chance, one of them lept at him as he sat astride his bike..and was dead before he hit the ground, Alexander held the smoking gun in his hand, laser sight where the mans head had been seconds later..and was now gone from his shoulders...The other hand flashed to his other holster and within minutes every single one of them had fallen down dead...He put the guns away, and rode off past the bodies...he would survive by any means nessicary, even if that ment he had to kill a few imbiciles on the way..*

 

[PmTick]

Frank on the Run

Frank knew that no where was safe for him now. He had shot and probably killed three of the most connected guys in organized crime, but the worst part is, he didn't even no why he did it. It was if something was controlling his body. Regardless, there were probably a lot of unsavory characters looking for him, so Frank had to go to the one place that no crook or no cop would even think of going, the hell district.

People went into the hell district and never returned. Not even a swat team armed with rocket launchers would travel to this part of town. Frank was walking down a street, it was the first time he had stopped running all morning. He stook out in the crowd like a sore thumb, he wasn't supposed to be there and even worse everyone new it. Frank tried to hurry along and get indoors so he wouldn't find anymore trouble but trouble soon found him.

A group of gangbangers quickly started to follow Frank, "Yo man, you have to pay the toll." Frank started to run, the gangbangers were right on his tail. He quickly turned down a dark alley and into a run down church, he had lost them. Suddenly he heard a voice from the darkness, "Oh who is there?? It smells like an angel?? St. Peter is that you??" a blind preacher walked into sight. Frank decided to answer him, "No father, I'm no angel in fact I'm a big sinner." The preacher smiled, "You can't fool me angel I sense your heavenly aura around you, tell me do you have the mark of the Saints?" "What are you talking about father?" "The mark of the saints, your hands and feet probably has cuts on them, those are signs of an angel." Frank felt something gush in between his hands, he looked down and realized he was bleeding out of both hands.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian flew towards the entrance of hell, still worried that he would have to go against god again- the one thing he didn't want to do. He was almost there, he could feel the immense evil of the place when suddenly he felt a great shock of pure good. He stopped in the air, flapping his wings slowly just enough to keep himself in the air as he looked around for where this energy was coming from.

He then saw the church and felt the energy emanating from there and swallowed. He had not been allowed to touch a church since his descent into Hell. He flew swiftly towards the church and instantly knew this was where the pure good energy was coming from. He smiled when he saw one part of the church had not been blessed and landed on it, crouching down as if searching for prey.

He closed his eyes and searched out the good energy and felt that it was flowing from a man but there was also something about this man that was different, that wasn't quite human. Suddenly his eyes shot open when he realized what it was. He could feel St. Peter down there, one of the aposles but also one of the most loyal and strongest of angels in this person.

He smiled befor he stood up straight, lifting his head to the sky then shouted out, "Peter!" at the top of his voice, knowing that the person inside would be bound to hear it.

 

[Toku]

Raphael

"You are more than likely going to your death's, I'd like to thank you now in helping with his will. God loves you, don't forget that."

Well, Raphael thinks to himself, that's for keeping the moral up. God loves us, but we're probably going to die soon.

But all kind of angels were allready beginning to surround Raphael and asking him for questions, situations and tactics.

-"Damn Michael for this, saying my name as advisor for the other angels, I don't no anything of battle."-

"Go and find Gabriel, my friends, he has all things written out perfectly, I just spoke him earlier this day and he said; 'Raphael, my good friend, I will advice the angels to get the burden of your back', that's what he said, so go and see him."
Raphael grins, Gabriel would be on his back soon for this, but he did not lie entirely, Gabriel was much more suited for this kind of things.

Gabriel spread his wings and flew up to Michael, the Angel was staring into the distance. Raphael brushed to his hair, Michael always hated that, "my friend, Michael, I need to talk to you. First, what are our chances, and don't you answer in the depressive mode. What is Hot Lady Lucifer up to this time. And secondly, don't we need mankind on our side for this?"

Raphael knew he spoke lightly of the whole situation, that it was far worse than ever this time, but he thought someone had to keep the spirit up. Angels could get too serious, and it wasn't the first time their seriousness turned them depressed. Raphael's time with mankind learned him to look more on the bright side of life.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Mother of Sin, Lady of Seduction.

(ooc. Good posts, just please >for my sake< put your char name in the subject heading. Helps the blonde girl, ya know, the creator of this marvelous piece of art. You guys rock!)

"I know." I arose, sitting up from the bed, the sheets, the room, everything blanketed in a glorious shade of blood red. Streaks and slashes of chaotic black graced the room.

Wrathlance stood at the entrance to the balcony. His tall looming form, I smirked. I let the silken sheets slip from my form. My naked form.

I sauntered to my closet, the array of clothing from lifestyles long gone. "I assume you are here to help? I am, once again, impressed, I didn't even summon you."

I turned from him, knowing well that I still had not dressed, I let the fabric of a tunic, blood still splattered across it, slip through my fingers. I could smell it, almost as if I fought that war last century.

I faced him again, with the blink of an eye another simple red silk tunic draped across my long lean form to cover barely anything. The glimmer of a dagger at my calf, my feet bare.

"I have just completed the final stages of overturning the River of the Dead. " My smile even made Wrathlance cringe, I waved over his shoulder, putting my hand on his massive chest as he glanced over the balcony, "Great view? " I didn't say what I was referring to, him or the scene displayed before me. I am the Master of Lies, one could never be too sure.

The giant ship of the River began to rise, the earth trembling. Wrathlance's form stood a good two feet above mine (er...hope that is right), I walked out on the balcony, my minions began to literally spill forth from the openings in the earth.

"Oh Michael is going to love this."
My wings began to unfold, the smell of sulfur began to fill the skies, around my 'fort' stood my commanders, and their troops began to assemble.

I turned back to him, "it is delicious to be able to see you again."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Gabriel:

Suddenly, swarms of angels surround me. The questions flying from their mouths as though melodic notes of love; though they are quite annoying.

Michael how could you, my silent question echos inside my head.

"Okay... I need your attention to speak..."

With no quieting, I try again, "SILENCE!"

The white figures calm themselves and look at me with anticipation. With only two ways out of this, I choose the more diplomatic.

"Okay! You guys know that we have to be ready in very little time. First thing to remember is that we are doing the will of Shadai (the Almighty)!"

I once again quiet the crowd from their cheering.

"You all know that the army of Hell will rise to conquer us, and it is our job to send them back into oblivion."

Again the crowd cheers and I am forced to shush them.

"You all know that Michael is the direct subordinate to Shadai and that he, Raphael and I are the Generals of this campaign. Please, return to your clouds and let your Captains speak with us in regards to this campaign." I look at the crowd at some familiar faces and they know that they are to remain with me as the other angels start to leave.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Alexander Dragonheart, The Rebel

*They had begun to pour into the earth not more than a mile away, some of the quickest ones were on him fast, but he laid his smackdown on them with a few well placed arguments from his friends at his hips...He revved the engine hard and blasted off away from them as fast as he could go, occcassionally slowing a bit to take aim and fire the guns*

Shit.

*he muttered as he continued to speed off, as if hell itself was on his coattails and indeed, it was in his mind. He took a sharp right turn when he nearly collided into a ruined building and continued flying down the busted roads...His teeth clenched as he concintrated every nerve on getting away...He wasnt running, he was no coward, but he knew when he was outclassed and when it was time to get your ass out of there...It seems hell has come to earth at last. And he wondered where the thin red line was....he didnt beleive in any of that religious hoo-haa before, and he half wondered if these werent some alien freaks of some sort...so when were the M.I.B going to show up or whatever? He didnt know, and to be honest with himself he really didnt care. But he knew there were some really freaky creatures back there...suddenly and almost without warning, what HAD to be a demon popped up in front of him, grinning wickedly, But He was ready, he just revved on, almost as if playing chicken with the thing, at the last second he pulled a shotgun out of A hidden compartment in the seat and blasted a ten foot hole where the demons head and chest had been...Explosive Armor Peircing shells he had stolen from the FBI station, and when you ran into big shitheads like that, they were nessicary..what was left of the demon fell, and he noticed this guy looked reletively important..from the size of that sword and that armor..he nearly swore under his breath as he sped away, really hoping that little duel wouldnt come back to haunt him..*
(Which it will. ^_^)

 

[poohlive]

Anthony Michael Hall

my friend, Michael, I need to talk to you. First, what are our chances, and don't you answer in the depressive mode. What is Hot Lady Lucifer up to this time. And secondly, don't we need mankind on our side for this?"


Michael stared back at Raphael. How long had he been on earth? Had he forgotten everything?
"What? Were you asleep when the prophecy was being foretold. This is the war we have been preparing ourselves since the beginning of existence, don't ask me newbie questions now, please."
He looked down, far below, earth spinning below them.
"Honestly, I don't know too much about our chances. Knowing God, he'd probably make them as even as possible, but if not, then we'll have to work it out for ourselves."
A large red color appeared somewhere, making everything around it pale, then it vanished.
"I don't trust the humans too much. We are sworn to protect them, yes, and they are the only reason this war is being fought, but that still doesn't mean I trust them in a fight. Right now their already down there, rioting killing for no reason, hording, and who knows what else. They are unstable, unpredictable, and worst of all, most of them don't even believe in us."
He patted Raphael on the back, "If some of them choose to stand beside us though, I will have no objection. Now, make sure all of the angels under you are prepared, this is going to be a bloody battle. In less than an hour we'll arrive and start the battle there," he pointed at a large metallic color, "New York City."
(I figured we out to start somewhere)

 

[nightray]

Shadow

I smile at the screams of pain that the damned souls make as my minions’ torture them for my enjoyment. My eyeless gaze sending ripples of fear throw the cavern as I look around. I look down and see a black envelope siting at my feet. I frown, “what does she want now”?
I pick it up and smile with delight, so it comes finally. Time for fresh meet. I turn and slip in to a shadow, travelling to Satan’s castle.
I slip out a shadow in her chambers. I look around seeing her standing next to a demon of some rank. I smile as I see a shiver run through him as my gaze touches him. To bad the fear never touches her, at lest not visibly. I say in voice like crumbling bones, “so it is time Mistress”? Saying Mistress always makes my blood boil, but there was no help for it. I bow my head as she terns to me, showing her that I still abide her, even if not exactly willingly. I look up at the demon. I frown he didn't freeze in fear like so many others did? But I did see some fear in his eyes. I term my eyeless gaze back to Satan. Waiting for her orders.

 

[PmTick]

Frank

Frank screamed in horror, "What the Fuck is going on here?" The priest raised his hands over Franks head as he said, "Son you have been chosen by God for the good deeds you have done in this life." "Good deeds??? Father I'm in the mob!! I've killed men and ways one can't even begin to imagine, I've stolen from people, I've even burnt down houses." "Yes my son but you have always felt bad haven't you?"

Frank was silent for a minute, "Yes father, I never liked killing or stealing." The priest filled the air with incense as Frank's wounds sealed up, "You see my son, Judgement is upon us. The forces of good and evil are ralling to begin the final battle and you have been chosen to help heaven. " "Father, I don't want this, any of this!!!" Frank stormed out of the church and into the alley, running from his destiny. He stopped about a block away from the church to catch his breath. Then he heard a voice, "Peter..." he felt the holy being inside him start to walk back towards the church but this time Frank was able to repress it and ran into the subway, to find Flint the arms dealer.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Gabriel:

"Okay, Captains. As you all know, we have been training for nearly a millenia for this judgement day. Each of you has a division of the holy Army and will follow the instructions as sent by Shadai!

"First, we are sending units One, Seven, and Eighteen in to the City."

As one angel asks the obvious question, I glare at him. Little does he know that I spent many years studying the sinful city of New York.

"The city of New York, of course!

"Other Captains, your units should rest. However, units Two, Eight, and Seventeen are on back-up call. Happy hunting to you all.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot. The angel who brings back the ugliest demon head from each battle will be rewarded, by me. My own personal incentive program. Back your men, because that angel's unit will have light duty the next day. Go now in peace, and prepare to fight for it.

"Units One, Seven, and Eighteen, we leave in fifty-five minutes! DISMISSED!"

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer,Satan, She-devil

My conversation, and potential escape from reality was interrupted.

Before me stood the nameless faceless void we called Shadow.

"Do you dare come before me without being summoned? "

I turned quickly, my garb changing instantly into black leather boots, and a leather pair of panties, a breast plate across my chest to shield me. My wings stood at full height behind me, my hands on my hips. THe room burst into flames.

"I have something you can deal with. " I sneered. One of my men fell. A powerful demon.

"It appears that a human has been lucky. Bring him to me." My voice would be melodic, full of love if it hadn't been on the verge of piercing. So much so that Shadow fell to his knees.

"Next time you will bow to me. "

I turned back to my tall companion. "what is the status of your troops?"

I smiled, "I have a business proposition for you, it appears that an opening in my army needs to direly be filled."

"You will take it." I demanded, before he could even answer.

We appeared outside, on the top of a building. Wrathlance stood at my side. I swept my hand in front of me, every building erupting in flames, I laughed in glee, reveling in the human pain.

I looked to him, awaiting some sort of answer.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Alexander Dragonheart, The Rebel

*SOmthing wasnt right. The dragon knew it. He rode as fast as he could, hunching down against the bike bars he squinted his eyes...somthing was chasing him, somthing -bad- and he did NOT need this..none of this...Somthing dove at him, he did a sharp three sixty and avoided it's pounce...and continued to ride...it was after him..closer and closer.....he slowed down and pulled to a stop...his eyes narrowed...He pulled out his Guns and waited....waited...Somthing was coming*

Who goes there?!

*He yelled...his eyes narrowed in suspicion and cursory...somthing moved..*

*BLAM BLAM BLAM!*

*the cat fell dead to the sidewalk from fifty feet above...He didnt dare move a muscle..he was listening with every fibre of his body..*

I said who goes there...

 

[nightray]

Shadow

I fall to my knees with the pain of her voice. I snarl as I slip back in to the safety of the shadows. I think to myself, “she will pay one day, but for now the hunt”. I love hunting humans.

I appear as a shadow next to the dead demon’s body. I look at it seeing that its head had been blown off. I frown; this one has a gun does he. I look up at the horizon, focusing on the road, looking for the one who did this.

In the distance, I see a speck that looks like someone on a bike. I slip in to a shadow and I come out just in front of the one on the bike. My eyeless gaze touching, him making him stop. I smile as he shoots in to the shadows. I laugh a dry humorless laugh, and say, “do you really think a mere gun could harm me, human”?

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Yup, LAVA, that's him in Dark Angel. He would stand about 15 feet higher in Daemon form.


"Mistress, my troops are at peak condition. That Shadpw bastard really needs to be taught a lesson. Do you think perhaps I could have a go at him? Just a friendly contest of brawn?" asked Wrathlance eagerly. He had been meaning to kick that upstart's ass for a time now.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian

Cristian watched as the human with the soul of St. Peter ran off and smiled. He knew how to find that person again and he knew that he had to find him again but there was something that he had to do. He had to get to Hell and see what Lucifer wanted. He really didn't want to see her right now but she wanted to see everyone that was still above and that meant him.

He stood and with one flap took to the air and flew away from the city towards the entrance that he could feel was close. As soon as he neared it Cristian could feel the great evil that emanated him. A large part of him hated the feeling that was coming from it but there was another part, the part that was in control of him that loved the feeling that was coming from it.

He dived towards the mountain and felt the heat as soon as he entered then felt the vileness of this place. He had been banished here since he was corrupted but had found a way to escape to above where his good side began to take over but now as he got closer he knew he had to hide it. But how could he hide good from her, the Master of Lies..... The Source of all Evil- Lucifer herself.

Before he knew it he was in Hell. He landed down on the ground and was surprised to see all the troops of hell standing there, obviously ready. He closed his eyes and tried to picture himself internally, watching as his good side was slowly being hidden and hoped that she wouldn't see it inside him. He raised himself into the air and flew towards Lucifer's palace, hoping that she would speak to him as he did have news to tell her.