The Coming Darkness~ (Closed for Serena_Alcazar, and myself.)

[black_howling]

Since the beginning of time, it is said the forces of good and evil we know today have always collided in their bitter battle. In those times though, it was said that things were much simpler. The demons had no mortals to manipulate, and the angels had no mortals to protect. That was until the first human tribe was born. No one knows why it happened, or how some creature so adept with knowledge came about that it was able to blend in with the two forces, and actually choose it's own side. Never the less, we know it happened, and we also know it's what started the escalation of the war.

For centuries, even a few millennium afterward, the demons manipulated the humans with subtle ease. The angels seen the humans like a group of children that needed to be protected, and this is where the thoughts of a religious basis we know of came from. In truth, no supreme angel, or supreme demon rose over their alternate world. And also true was there was no heaven, or hell. However, letting the humans believe such, allowed the the angels to protect them.

Around the time Humans were beginning to make records of their history, a large switch in the balances of power happened. The angels, whom for so long had been winning the war, suddenly found themselves on the the receiving end of the defeat. They tried desperately to fight back against the new tactics brought forth by the demons, but in the end, the angels were pushed to the brink. They retreated back onto their realm, where they decided to bide their time. It was then that the human race truly found themselves without guidance.

From then on, only the occasional Angel came out to try and test the mettle of the demons. Only those who could not live with the thought of hiding did such, but the majority simply waited, feeling that their time would come soon enough. During the 15th century though, a prophecy came to bear, brought on by both a great seer of what angels were left, and a human witch of the demons. The prophecy stated that one of the last gaurdinals (Angels swore to protect humans) And a rogue demon would both fall in love with human women, and though both of them would be killed, the children from that union would break out onto the world as a force unlike any ever seen.

For years the prophecy was seen by demons as preposterous, and by the angels as hope. Now, here in current times, that prophecy is coming true. For when a demon hunter with the blood of his prey, meets a witch with the blood of those holy beings, a spark is started that could end the world as we know it. But, will the union truly end the line of evil, or will it only serve to give greater power to the hordes of hell.

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Bio​

Name: Damien Tribal
Age: 25
Race: Half-Demon
Gender: Male

Description: Damien is a man of dark features, and fierce intensity. He has long raven hair, and striking azure eyes, all framed by ivory skin. His features are exceedingly handsome, and he has general look that frames mystique. His preferred attire is a crimson silken shirt, covered by a dark black long coat, and accompanied by a pair of pants that are dark black, and leather make.

Story: Damien was an orphan taken in by a priest of the dark order. He noticed a dark talent deep within Damien, and hoped to help the boy conjure it. Damien spent years learning, and practicing the dark arts, as well as a demons form of martial arts. After a teenage life spent learning these acts, Damien began to go with the dark order on missions to blot out the light. During this task however, Damien encountered a Guardinal whom engaged him in combat. The two fought bitterly, but eventually Damien overpowered the already weakened being. Upon his death words, the Guardinal explained to Damien, just a piece of what he was, and who he worked for.

For months the words of the Guardinal rang in his mind, and soon he came to see the truth of his words, or at least some of them. This led to him confronting his mentor on the evils of their ways. His mentor told him that Evil was sometimes necessary, and Damien, not being able to accept this, put a stop to the order and their activities. Since then, he has acted as a hunter for the dark ones and their kind, using his powers for the sake of good in hopes of redeeming himself for the evil he has committed. However, little does he know, a job gone wrong is about to bring forth the most ferocious battle he has ever faced.

 

[Serena_Alcazar]

Bio!

Name: Keira Marishi
Age: 24
Race: Half angel
Sex: Female

Appearance: Keira is a woman of enthralling beauty, and grace. She has long, light blond hair, and stunning emerald eyes as well as ivory skin. She is quite athletic, and as such has a very slender form, but is very curvaceous as well. Her usual attire consists of a black v-neck top over a white tank that covers a small amount of her cleavage from the perverted gaze of most the men she passes. Along with that she wears a black leather skirt that falls just below her mid-thigh and a pair of nice, comfortable black flats.

Story: Keira grew up knowing she wasn’t a normal human, for when she was only six years of age she accidentally used powers she didn’t really know she had when protecting one of her friends from a man trying to pull her into a car. Her mother had rushed out and wiped the memory of the man and her friend. After that Keira’s mother kept a careful watch on her daughter and made sure she grew learning to control her powers.

Keira always felt something was different about her, other than her magical abilities that is, but she never knew quite what that was and neither, it seemed, did her mother. When she turned 13 life took a turn for the worse, her mother was in a fatal car crash and she was sent to live with her mothers best friend who soon set to teaching her to hone her magic skills on a higher level, however she was quite lonely for the rest of her teen years for she was afraid that if she were to grow close to anyone they may be ripped away from her, just as her mother was.

 

[black_howling]

Intense flames rolled by Damien's head as he barely managed to dodge the fire assault sent at him by the flame demon. "Your a feisty one." He said calmly to the abomination, as he drifted his eyes up to meet those of the fire fiend. The blazing amber orbs of the demon before him rippled at the sign of defiance, and the beast howled in anger. "Your going to die boy." The fire fiend said to him, as it lifted one of it's pincer like claws into the air, and came at him with a forward thrust. Damien knew this move however, he had almost fallen victim to when he first encountered the fiend. It was going to attempt to startle him with a feint, and as he attempted to jump back it would close those pincers on him. Damien wasn't about to fall for it, so instead he stood his ground.

The demon before Damien cackled at the action, and screamed. "So you'll die passively, eh?" As it closed in on his form, pincers ready to snap him into. The only answer that was given to the fiend however was the sickening crunch of his own limbs breaking, as Damien caught the pincer in his hands, and twisted to the right, causing the demons own weight to break he arm. The fiend then howled in more pain, as it tried to send another bolt of it's gruesome fire breath at Damien's form. Damien merely locked eyes with it, as he leaped into the air, taking the demons arm with him, and moving in before the flames. The large resistance to fire that the demon had caused every bit of the fire to wink out before it hit him, and then Damien launched the now severed limb toward the demons head, charging it with dark energy.

The Demon screamed still with the pain of the severed limb, but now as he seen it coming toward him, he found no choice but to run. The demon leaped back to what he thought would be out of range of the missile, however the darkness merely made it continue on to strike him in the head. The impact caused a minor explosion of darkness upon it's connection, and caused the lumbering foe to topple over. Damien came to his feet from the jump at the moment, landing gracefully before the beast. The creature just stared up at him in shock, shaking it's head. "Your more a monster than I am." It hissed at him, though it's only response came when Damien caused shadow claws to materialize from his knuckles. "I know." He said softly to the beast, before descending the claw down toward the creatures head, and piercing it's skull with a sickening blood squirt.

Damien rose from the dead demon, eyes now searching the area of the abandon manor he had found him in. He was currently in the ridiculously large backyard the place held, and couldn't help but think that it seemed more like woods than a yard. Those who make deals with demons... He thought to himself, as he turned back toward the manor. It was so obviously haunted, but then again what structure didn't hold it's dark secrets. After all, demons weren't the only dark hearts in this world. Damien began to move back toward the manor, planning on heading out of there, when all of a sudden he noticed a light in the upstairs window. It's been 15 years since anybody's lived here, there can't be electricity in the place. Damien thought to himself, as he bit his bottom lip. It was obvious with this discovery that something was amiss, and he planned on figuring it out.

Damien moved quickly into the manor's back door, and noted upon entering that the spirits inside had become restless with the death of the demon. "So he was the former owners master." Said Damien out loud, as he scanned the room for anything interesting. He knew that this place was at the end of a very nice neighborhood, thus he didn't want to cause too much ruckus, or he would would risk drawing attention. That thought didn't hold to him as harshly however, as he laid eyes on a silhouetted form, both beautiful, and near translucent. It reached forward toward Damien with a sorrowful look on it's features, and he noted immediately that it was the form of a female. So now the enemy is spirits. Damien thought with much displeasure, after all he wasn't a ghost hunter. He decided right away he could play the art though, as four more ghostly forms surrounded him, and he once again materialized claw from his knuckles, though these claws were made from shadows rather than darkness. After all, what were ghost if not shadows of their former lives.

 

[Serena_Alcazar]

Kiera walked down the darkened street, her slender form lit up by the pale moonlight. Her eyes seemed somewhat distant as she let out a small sigh of relief. “Damn that was a busy day.” she thought to herself, her green eyes not near as bright as they normally were as she made her way home from a hard day at work. She stifled a yawn as she shivered slightly, for a summer night it was unusually cool. A soft breeze swept through the neighborhood, causing goosebumps to raise upon her legs, sending more chills through her.

As she walked on, the trees bending and swaying as the wind blew a bit harder. “What is with this wind?” she wondered aloud. However just as the thought crossed her mind a muffled explosion caught her attention. It almost sounded like a car backfiring but a bit louder, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to sense a better idea of where it could have come from. She stood there on the sidewalk her hair blowing behind her in the wind as she felt a mental tug to her left. Her eye lids fluttered open and she turned her head towards the manor that many of the kids in her neighbor hood said was haunted. She couldn’t help but smile at that thought, of course it was, but to them it was just a game.

A pale light within the manor caught her eye and she raised a curious eyebrow as she walked forward towards the step of the manor. The large white house had not been used in a long time, atleast 15 years. Every one of the previous owners, for the past 50 or so years according to her mothers friend, were tormented by the spirits within and forced out. Kiera had seen the spirits on several occasions but never felt the need to enter the house. Several had even followed her home, surrounding her as she got to her front step and then they would wait for her in her room.

At night they’d whisper monstrous things into her ear, telling her how they would rip her into pieces and feed her to the demons or how they would make sure she never had true rest until the day she died. She never truly felt threatened but many kept her up in the middle of the night, and finally her mothers friend Sarah had pulled her to the side one day after having heard her pacing her room all night. After hearing of the spirits haunting Kiera, Sarah cast a warding spell over the house sending the ghosts from within, however that didn’t stop them from following her as far as the front porch of her home.

“That’s odd…” she said aloud as she ran her hand over one of the stone pillars and walked around the wrap around porch glancing inside the windows until she was all the way in back. As she reached a rather small window she glanced inside carefully and spoke in soft whisper, “Oh bountiful light come upon me, protect me from the darkness within.” She felt a small surge of power around her form and realized, her usual spirits weren’t surrounding her only making her curiosity grow. She could see several spirits surrounding a rather solid looking form and moved towards the back door, sensing a strong darkness within. She quietly opened the door and walked silently down the hall her back against the wall listening for whoever it was to speak.

When no words came she peeked around the corner just in time to see a man, being surrounded by the spirits that usually taunted her. She held back a shocked gasp as he produced a set of claws that seemed to come up from his knuckles. One spirit had reached towards the man, her face coming into better focus for Kiera, that is one she’d always found interesting, for all she ever did was stare at Kiera, a look of pure sadness engulfing her beautiful face. Kiera could feel powerful dark energy coming from the man and wondered slightly who he was, and whether or not she should get out while she still could. But something kept her rooted to the spot.

 

[black_howling]

Damien knew an enervating touch when he seen one, and he could already tell that if he let the ghost lay a finger on him that his energy would be drained; at least a good portion of it anyway. Also, her features compared to the other ghosts had him worried. She merely look sorrowful, and sad; the others however seemed to be angry, and malicious. That was merely a deceiving image however, for he could feel the intense harm coming from the long passed woman. Never the less, he had to take care of the issue now, and he had to make sure it was taken care of properly. After all, he would only get one shot at this.

As the woman was about to lay her hand on his shoulder Damien swiped up with an upward slash from his claw, and the apparition howled in pain, stumbling back a bit in surprise. Sudden recognition flashed in her eyes though as she glanced at the deep onyx of his claws, and she hissed a haunting gasp. Damien only shook his head at her there, and said. "What's wrong weeping widow; do shadows harm you?" His tone was full of venom, and he stepped an inch closer before the other four tried to swarm him. As they closed in on his form however, a soft hiss was heard as another set of claws materialized on his left hand, and then, in once graceful motion, Damien spun quickly slashing out his arms so that that cut in a full circle surrounding his form. Each spirit was slashed by his claws just like the first had been, and a deep searing mar crossed where their wounds should have been, a trail of smoke marking their injury.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Damien began to them, as he stepped forward toward their half fleeing forms. "Though I'm sure what have no doubt been your many victims felt the same." His voice said again, as his form inched a little closer to the very evil, but obviously not so dangerous spirits. He was sure to the normal common man they would be, but to him they were nothing. As he approached within a few inches of the weeping widow, the one he assume to be the leader, he stopped and swiped out his claw. "So, are you going to allow me to leave, or meet your master in the abyss" He asked her in a menacing voice, as small glimmers of energy sparked from the tips of his claws, sending little flickers scolding into the spirits face.

The spirit didn't seem to appreciate this however, and her voice came at Damien in an unearthly squeal. "No! You killed him, and you'll pay for the atrocity." The weeping widow said, and Damien narrowed his eyes at her words, preparing even as she gave the others the order to attack. "What a shame..." Damien said softly in a trailing voice, and he went into another full circle slash, this one cutting the throats of all the spirits, sending them disappearing from the room. He knew such was only a quick fix though, and that the apparitions would be back in a day or two, but they wouldn't be able to leave a mile of their death place, making him more than safe

Damien's eyes flickered back over to the weeping one at that point, whom was already further from the room conjuring a ball of negative power. "You should really just let me go; after all, I don't want to fight." He said to her calmly, as he took another step forward, still very unaware that a presence had entered the room a while ago. The weeping one merely shook her head at his words though, and spoke again in her unearthly tone. "No! You'll pay yet for what you have don!" Her wail of words was followed by the ball of force in her hand enlarging rapidly, and in only moments it was at a breaking point, where she spoke. "Die!" Before the ball of negative force exploded. Damien wasn't sure what to do at that point. After all, Negative force only harmed living creatures, and he was surely one of those. All he could do was place up a shadow shield, and hope it did the trick.

 

[Serena_Alcazar]

Kiera watched with a bit of admiration as the man slashed at the sorrowful looking spirit causing her to howl in pain. The others gathered around him, but he seemed to have no problem dispelling them with his shadowy claws. She watched with slight admiration as he destroyed the very spirits that had taunted her for years. But something told her they weren’t gone for good, however that didn’t stop her from thinking that she may actually get some more peace out of doors without them hissing in her ears, even for a short time. She’d lost herself in thought and by the time she’d looked back up they were all gone except for the one who looked as though she were in mourning.

As he addressed the spirit she couldn’t help but wonder what he meant. Had he destroyed another spirit before she arrived, she seemed angered, no longer looking as mournful as she usually was. His voice seemed calm, almost distant as he told he spoke, telling her to just let him go. “Who in the hell is this guy?” she asked herself watching quietly from the door way, careful not to let herself be seen. The darkness that filled the area made her head spin a bit as she looked on at the man. The spirits movement caught her eye and she glanced her way seeing a large ball of negative energy forming in her palm. Biting her lip she wondered slightly if the man had anyway to combat this, but she didn’t want to take that chance, she wanted to talk to him. Before the ball left the spirits hand Kiera had one as well forming in her palm as she stepped into view and through the door way.

The positive energy glowed a soft blue in her palm and just as the spirit through her sphere at the man her eyes flashed and the orb in her own palm shot forth towards the spirits negative orb. Taking no chances she conjured one more and allowed it to sit in her palm, just as her positive orb engulfed the negative one, dispelling it. Kiera was now standing about two feet from the man her eyes focused only upon the spirit woman, “I’m guessing you are just chalk full of negative energy, don’t make me use this, the longer it sits in my palm the stronger it gets.” She said, her voice coming out in a soft melodic tone. "Do you really want to risk ending up like your friends? I don't know if you ever learned to count but two against one makes you the odd one out..."

The energy she held in her palm flashed a bit and grew a bit bigger, the orb warming her hand as she awaited the spirit woman’s response. In truth she’d never thought that she’d be strong enough to destroy the spirit but perhaps she could atleast distract it long enough for the man to take care of her. The dark energy coming from the manor still made her head spin but she made sure to focus solely upon the spirit. A bad move she knew, for the man was definitely stronger and would be able to take her out, but something told her he wouldn’t.

((OOC: Sorry its so short but I had to get off a bit quick but Ise think it’s a good postie tell me what you think.))

 

[black_howling]

Damien was just readying to place of the shield, when a flash from his left caught his attention. What the? He thought, as he dragged his eyes away from his foe and to another woman to the side. He seen her ball of positive energy, and cringed his nose a bit as the flickers made his skin flinch. He watched as the woman dispelled the spirits negative force, and even readied a counter attack. She's adept in dueling. He thought to himself, as he used the momentary distraction to fade into the shadows around them, figuring now he would just get the drop on the widow. His form vanished with a soft wisp, and appeared just behind the spirit's, as he rose his claws for the strike. "Let loose the energy." He told the new comer, as he brought both bladed hands down across the widows form, knowing full well she would be the hardest to destroy.

Damien's claws both cut deep into the spirit's incorporeal form, causing more shrieks of pain to enter the air before them, and soft wisps of smoke to fill the air from the strike. He felt the heat of the positive energy strike the ghost as well, and felt then and there the ghosts spirit leave the mortal realm for the time. He gasped after that, as his azure gaze traveled up to meet her's. He let it sit there for a moment or two, before his claws vanished from his knuckles, and he walked forward toward her. "I must thank you for your help; if you hadn't have come when you did, I might have been in some trouble." Damien said to her, as he came to within just an inch of her form.

Damien made a soft smile as he got close enough to truly appreciate the woman before him. He eyes were soft, and alluring, and her skin was perfect and flawless. In truth he had only seen such such perfection on the supernatural, which he figured was more than enough to mark her as a witch. He chuckled a bit after a few seconds, before shaking his head softly. "Apologies for my linger of a stare, it's just your beauty caught me off guard a bit." He said to her as he turned his stare a bit, and shook his head again. "anyway, I've very grateful for your help. Now is there anyway I might be able to repay you for this?" He asked her curiously, still looking off from her for the minute.

 

[Serena_Alcazar]

Kiera watched as the man faded from view into the shadows only to reappear behind the spirit. Her green eyes flashed a bit as he called for her to release the energy and she did, giving it a bit of an extra boost as it flew through the air straight into the spirits chest. The shrieks and wails that filled the air sent chills running down Kiera’s spine. As the woman vanished and silence filled the air, Kiera relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief and let her gaze fall upon the man. The claws had vanished and she felt herself tense slightly as he walked towards her, stopping only an inch or so away from her. She allowed her eyes to trail over his form for a moment taking in every muscle before bringing her gaze back up to meet his. She couldn’t help but smile as she noticed his gaze trailing over her form.

At his words she merely shook her head and said in a soft voice, “I just tend to be a bit too curious especially when seeing a light in a house that hasn’t had electricity in years.” she felt her cheeks redden a bit at his next set of words and brought her gaze from his for a moment, unable to hide the smile that crossed her lips. She wasn’t shy, but something about his compliment had totally caught her off guard. She was used to being gawked at and complimented, and she rarely blushed over them. Hearing him ask if there was any way he could repay her she gave a soft giggle and shrugged. “Well you could start by telling me your name, mine is Kiera Marishi, and to tell the truth you owe me nothing I could have just as easily been in the way.

He truly was a handsome looking man, and quite strong looking. Kiera could sense the power coming from him, and to tell the truth it made her head spin a bit. He had so much dark energy coursing through him, but he seemed quite kind outside of dangerous situations. She brought her gaze to meet his and noticed he was seemingly avoiding hers and she stepped to the side so that she could look into his eyes, a soft smile crossing her lips, “Could he be one of those demon’s Sarah is always telling me to look out for? He doesn’t seem like a blood thirsty man, just kinda lost.” Kiera’s smile never faded from her lips as she took a step back and leaned against the wall, in truth she’d never met a demon, nor sensed power this strong in any living being. She just stood there leaning back as she awaited his answer.

 

[black_howling]

Damien chuckled softly as she stepped before him, obviously not fond of his turning from her form. In truth he hadn't wished to turn his head from her as much as he just had trouble controlling his eyes while in her presence. "My name is Damien Tribal. It's a pleasure." He said to her softly, taking her palm in his hand to give it a slight dip, before letting go while brushing his thumb softly along her knuckle. It was the greeting he was taught as a boy for dealing with females, and even though it had been taught to him by the servant of a demon, it still seemed to work pretty good. Damien sighed after that, and made yet another soft chuckle as he said. "You seem adept at the arts Kiera, might I ask you a favor?" He asked softly, eyes keeping right her own.

Damien smile at her softly as his question lingered in the air, and his eyes couldn't help but travel down across her now and then. She was beautiful yes, and it obvious she had an unnatural allure; still she seemed a slight bit vain about it, but then again he guessed that came when one knew how good they looked. After all, there were more than a few things Damien himself was vain about. "So, my asking would be if you knew any Divinations. I've found myself in need of a seer's touch." He said to her politely, as he leaned back against the wall, hoping she would say yes to offer. He didn't like looking for witches, for it was hard to tell which were on his side, and which were on the side of the demons.

Damien stood there for a few seconds after his question was spoken, and his favor was out on the table, though he knew well that the pause was as much for his benefit as it was for her to answer. He needed the time to think over his words, and process the situation. He had never been the best in social interaction, and in truth he had always found that he barely managed to keep it up most of the time. He knew a lot of it stemmed from his childhood, but that was merely an excuse; a shadow he hid behind like the very shield he had first thought to conjure. He finally let his mind come back to reality at that pint, though he found his eyes had already been wandering from his own thoughts, and quickly he took control of them, focusing them back to her own.

 

[Serena_Alcazar]

Kiera smiled and tilted her head to the side as he asked about a favor, she simply nodded deciding to remain silent as she awaited his question. “He may have dark energy coursing through him but he seems like a over all kind man…” her eyes trailed over his form once again, she couldn’t help but admire his eyes however, they were a beautiful azure, and seemed to almost draw her in. As his question rang softly in her ears she pushed herself away from the wall and stepped closer to him, “I do know a few divinations.” She said in a quiet tone, she didn’t like talking about her magic outside her own home she’d seen the results once before when she was a child.

Silence filled the air around them after her words and she wondered why he was in need of a seer. In truth she was fairly decent, but Sarah was far better, if anything she could try and persuade him to talk to her, but something told her he didn’t trust many people, and she couldn’t blame him. As he brought his gaze back up to meet her she asked “What is it you are in need of a seer for? I’ll try my best to help you.” She let the silence fill the air around them once more before walking over to the window and drawing the curtain. After all, if they were going to talk magic she couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid.

“Also I have a question for you,” she said still facing the window keeping her back to him. There was no real easy way to ask a question like this, after all he could very much be putting up a fake appearance, but she still needed to know. “Why is it I feel so much dark energy coming from you? I haven’t felt dark energy ever before in my life…” she trailed off and turned to face him curiosity burning in her eyes, but not fear. Her mother had often scolded her for being so fearless at times, and often she had every right to. Kiera’s curiosity had gotten her into quite a bit of trouble when she was younger, and she did mean quite a bit. She brought her gaze to meet his as she awaited his answer, and for him to tell her what it was that he needed from he.

((OOC: So I had a bit of trouble waking up today but I wanted to post sorry its short *coughs*>.>