The Exorcist

[Amy (Roleplay)]

This thread is onviously about Exorcism, The main plot of the Thread is taken from the film Constantine, but i have changed it a bit.

Plot:
Right, Ok my, I play a Arc Angel who has been sent down from heaven to tell the New Exorcist that he is in fact an Exorcist, they have already met twice, but he still has no idea what she is and what he is, the only problem is he cannot yet have "The Sight of an Exorcist" and the only way he can gain it is for him to die for 2 seconds and in this Circumstance, Aku (My Character) must leave her position of Ark Angel and become a Mortal....Which she does.
And of course the life of a Mortal confuses her....a lot.

Name: Akuharesh Recnuktareun AKA Aku "A Ark Angel"
Age: Unknown even by her.
Position: Ark Angel
Appearance as a Ark Angel (Only seen by other character when he becomes a Exorcist):
The Belo Picture except her Hair is White .

http://www.tuttomanga.com/marcoalbiero/18-animeemanga/SHADOW_LADY/SHADOW%20LADY.jpg​

Appearance as a Mortal:
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
the Above picture, without the wings, slutty clothing or her flying friend and with White Hair.

(I need a male to be the Man who becomes the Exorcist, and maybe another Male to be Satan, who does make an appearance, more characters will be added over time.)

 

[cgraven]

Satan

The Demon Lord knelt before him his horned head bowed to the ground.

”It is done the Exorcist is dead.”

With a wave of his hand the Demon Lord is dismissed, the gesture more like the swatting of a fly than an acknowledgement of a service well done and completed. He lounges almost obscenely on his throne, the screams of the damned music to his ears, their endless torment his joy, his dark soul relishing the power he wields. That day at the dawning of creation again comes to his mind, the battle, he can see, smell, and taste it. The celestial host of arch Angles arrayed against him, his warriors falling back, being cast down into the dark abyss. That firry sword, the blow and as he falls his scream of defiance.

I rather rule in Hell than serve in Heave!

So the Exorcist was dead, how delightful that meant an Arch Angel would be sent to find another. Exorcist, Guardian, or Slayer the title made little difference, the war between heaven and Hell would continue, human kind mere pawns in it.

The important thing was that an Arch Angel would have to descend from heaven and assume human nature and would be vulnerable, stripped of her angelic powers, and possessed of all the frailty of mankind, subject to temptation. And would be ill prepared for it.

Satan leisurely stretched his darkly beautiful form, once called the “Angel of Light” the fairest in the celestial host, his dark beauty now could make a human soul weep with its beauty.

The only question is who would be sent to find the new Exorcist, who would be the one who he would tempt and test?

An evil smile creased his darkly handsome face.

Who.

 

[Tameran]

OOC:

Name: Mitch Steven
Age: 27
Occupation: Small-time lawyer / TA for a university professor

Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black

Build: Average


IC:

“The problem is choice your Honor.” a booming voice said in a large courtroom, his voice’s echo bouncing back again and again in the dome-shaped room. “The accused didn’t only place an action, he made a choice...” he left his argument open, deliberately trying to entice a natural conclusion rather than force one onto the old judge.

“This isn’t a trial Mr...” the pudgy, fifty-something judge staggered again at the young man’s name, the unfortunate perk with being a little-known disposable lawyer in a fat man’s game. “...Mr Steven...” he corrected himself, staring at what must have been his morning’s schedule jotted down on a dirty piece of paper. “As I was saying, this isn’t a trial, it’s a hearing.” He pointed to the empty courtroom as an afterthought, then stared at his watch. “And on that note, we’ll adjourn for now. It’s time to go to lunch.” The old man raised from his seat with some degree of effort, both caused by his age and his weight, and started to walk down the Bench. “We’ll reconvene Monday morning.”

Mitchel Steven turned to the prominent roman clock which was carved in stone on the opposing wall. 11:35 it read. “What about this afternoon?” he asked naively, obviously upset that his hours of preparation would have amounted to a quarter-hour soliloquy on the virtues of law.

“Today’s Thursday.” the old man said, as if that in itself constituted an absolute truth. At Steven’s empty stare, he added: “Thursday’s my fishing day. You might want to remember that in the future Mr. Mitchell.”

“It’s Steven sir...” Mitch trailed off, Judge Carswell’s fat carriage having disappeared behind his office door.

“Smooth Mitch.” the defense lawyer snickered as he walked past him on his way out. “Real smooth.” he added, smirking mockingly.

Mitch waited until the heavy footsteps were too faint to hear, then let his full weight fall down on the prosecuting attorney’s chair and sighed audibly, now alone in the courtroom. He suddenly felt very tired, despite his earlier claim that “he would pound anyone who would try and stop him into the ground”. He brought his head into both his hands and ruffled his coal-black hair, disillusioned.

Mitchell Steven, 27 years old, was born in Wisconcin. Mitch was a stubborn kid. Born in a family of seven children, he had learned to fend for himself rather than relying on others, a trait a woman named Camille would reproach him 25 years later when she would leave him for an ex-boxer with little, if any teeth left.

All his life, Mitch wanted to be “the good guy”. First, he had wanted to be a cop, or a fireman, but when it soon became apparent that his greatest strength lay in his mind rather than the scrawny and somewhat-unimpressive body he had been born with, he decided he would study law. His mother never thought he’d make it as a lawyer, which just strengthened his resolve, a displaced child’s rebellious instinct he had always thought.

Despite his awkward teenage years, Mitch made it to the college football team, pretty much on resolve alone. He would be the only athlete at UoC to make it on the honor roll that year. Well, the only one who actually did the work himself anyways...

After surviving on his teacher’s aid salary for two more years, he had at last landed a real lawyer’s job. Too bad it had to be in a small claims court, rather than fighting for the American people’s rights. But, like he told himself every morning when he got up: “There’s no small injustice.” Mitch believed in justice. The justice of man, as well as the justice of God. Which is why he would find it very hard, later on, to make sense of the little accident he would have on his way out of the courtroom...

About a hundred and fifty men and women set foot on the court’s western footsteps everyday. According to the conventional law of averages, it’s likely that a large fraction of those were liars, corrupt, or cheated on their wives. Why God chose to tolerate such a people among his, he would never understand. Any more than he would understand exactly what happened when the large plaster sculpture would suddenly and unexplainably detach itself from the roof of the courthouse, at the precise moment he was coming out of it. Or why he didn’t stop to tie his shoe, like he would usually have done. Or why he was the one to be crushed by the large statue.

It was, in fact, the last thought he remembered before passing out that day.

 

[Amy (Roleplay)]

Akuharesh was sitting on a bench opposite the courts western steps, she knew that Mitch would soon be leaving the Courts and has sat here to wait for him unforntunetly she hadn't noticed him come out and the large plaster sculture being forced off by a demon..she did however hear it.

"Oh...damn." she said stepping up as the sounds of the plaster hitting the ground erupted around her, she broke itno a run as the demon jumped from the roof of the courthouse down to Mitch's side, it smirked as it moved closer..it reached out to touch him but Akuharesh was already there blocking its way, she moved her hand up and gabbed the last strands of hair it had left and pulled him across the courtroom exit floor

"Come on you, thinking you can kill him before i even do my work" She said as she reached the fountain and threw him in, it was pretty deep and Demons

A. Couldn't Swim
B. Hated Water

She walked away as the Demon thrashed around in the water, to a normal human it would look like a Duck was having problems and what Human would help a duck

There was now a small group of people forming around Mitch, she rolled her eyes, they were dong nothing just standing there looking at him...how helpful...

When she reached the group she walked threw it pushing people out of the way as she went, when she reached Mitch, she knelt down beside him and placed a hand on his head and whispered

"By the blood of Christ i beseach ye"

His eyes opened..

(Just a few notes :
A. You guys are the best for joining my thread.
B. What just happened is not the Exorcist revival, the Exorcist Revival (Which gives him the sight and turns Aku into a mortal) will happen later... )

 

[Tameran]

"By the blood of Christ i beseach ye"

As the strange young woman spoke these words, Mitch's eyes opened wide, his pupils still dilated from the sudden shock he had just underwent. A mere second later, the pale lawyer started regaining feeling in his extremities, and his lungs felt like they were burning underneith his chest. He took a deep breathe in, and found that he couldn't control it any longer.

The white-haired woman that was beding over him whispered a single words, and he felt his breathing return to normal. His vision was still a bit blurred, and he had a mighty headache, but considering he had just been crushed by a grown-man size statue, he was amazingly well.

With more strength than her delicate arms seemed to possess, she helped him sit up. Mitch started to speak, but his trachea convulsed and he coughed loudly instead.

 

[Amy (Roleplay)]

She helped him sit up, Mitch opened his mouth as if to say someting but then he started going into a coughing fit, she rolled her eyes again and helped him stand up and said

"Come on we gotta get out of there and stop that" She whacked her hand against his back, the coughing stopped immediately, she grabbed his arm and leaded him out of the small group of people who were now picking up the rubble left by the Statue...

 

[Amy (Roleplay)]

*bump*

 

[JokerWild]

OOC: if it's ok after he gains his "sight" can Satan send me in to shake things up, if you want i'll play a demon turned mortal whos just evil as hell.

 

[cgraven]

The nearly bald dripping demon cowered before the throne of Satan a throne made of the living bodies of the damn. All the deadly sins where represented , Envy, Slough, Pride, Gluttony, Averist, Anger and Lust Satan was watching the shy little beauty being taken by several men and demons her lust now turned to eternal suffering as she was no longer able to orgasm eternally on the edge of the abyss that promised the pleasure she craved above all things and yet eternally denied.

“You failed…..”

Satan’s voice was so movingly beautiful it tore at the soul just to hear it.

“Cast him into the the ninth circle of hell and let him be ripped apart by his betters.”

Now for a mortal this would be a damnable punishment but for the failed demon, it mean that his body would be ripped asunder, his soul ripped from his carpal being, and each night he would be reborn so each day his torment would begin again.

It had been a millennium or two sense the lord of the demons had walked in the world of man. Oh, how he hated those hairless apes and what they had cost him. A guise a rouse was needed, to lay his trap for the Arch Angel, and with all plans, timing was of the essence.

Ah, yes Lucian Ange Guardian Pro Lutetium. a court appointed advocate for innocent young children in the court system. Satan loved the irony of it. The Arch angle and the would be Exorcist both could see and detect demons, yet Satan himself was not a demon but a fallen Arch Angel.

The shabbily dressed, haggard, over worked civil servant watched the commotion
He was darkly handsome despite his poor clothes and worn look.

"Mitch, Mitch Steven, are you all right?"

 

[Tameran]

It felt unreal really, at that time. What had happened just a few minutes ago, with the statue falling on him, and now the beautful white-haired girl that was now dragging him along. It didn't make sense. If it wasn't for the pounding of his temples, Mitch might have tought he was in a strange dream, and that he'd wake up before his first day of work. And like most things that didn't make sense to the human mind, a part of him wanted to ignore it.

But another part of him, a stronger and frankly much nobler part, pushed him to continue to question it.

A voice spoke from behind, a voice he didn't know, but that somehow seemed familiar to him: "Mitch, Mitch Steven, are you all right?"

The young woman, who he now realized he knew nothing of, not even her name, pushed him forward, but he strived to turn around anyways. Where had he heard that voice before...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“You failed…..”
“Cast him into the the ninth circle of hell and let him be ripped apart by his betters.”

Talin heard her Master's voice.. just as she rounded the corner of that obscene throne that He lounged upon... and His voice... beautiful.. tempting.. haunting... chilling.. penetrated her shredded soul.. even tho the words were not directed to her...
She knew not which demon minion His anger and proclamation was directed to... nor did it matter to her.. she cared not for the other demons.. the other damned.. her only concern in her fate in Hell.. was the Ruler Himself.. for it was her eternal damnation to serve Him.. that had been decided when she still lived... when she bargained away her soul to Satan Himself.. she could not even remember why.. not anymore.. not that it mattered.. only HE mattered now...

She moved to His feet.. slithering along the blackened floors of hell .. until her body writhed before her Lord and Master...

She knew He planned an elaborate trap for the Angel He wished to capture.. He fed on Angels... she remembering the last one.. a mere guardian angel .. that He.. with her help.. had lured from the glories of heaven... angels were easily fooled.. if you knew how... and He... having once been one of the mightiest of Angels.. knew how...
The guardian angel never stood a chance.. and even now was in the depths of the obsidian pits.. being tortured for His.. amusement..

She snaked around His feet.. purring deeply... long ebony hair shadowing the lithe, supple, form beneath.. her skin bared... always... and deeply colored from the heat of Hell itself... her exotic golden eyes flickered with her own torment.. her own damnation.. yet she cast that back ... to survive was all she knew to do.. now.. at the feet of Satan Himself...

He was to travel into the world of mortals once again.. she wanted to go... to see that world once more.. If and only if He would allow... always that decision was His.... she hoped perhaps.. like before .. she could help Him lure the prey... the Angel.. she was very good... very delicious.. bait... after all... ~

OOC: Thanks AMY for allowing me to join.. and thanks CG for your agreement on the role for me...

 

[cgraven]

Satan cast a disdainful look at the stunning young demoness as she snaked around His feet.. purring deeply... long ebony hair shadowing the lithe, supple, form beneath.. her skin bared... always... and deeply colored from the heat of Hell itself... her exotic golden eyes flickered with her own torment.. her own damnation.. yet she cast that back ... to survive was all she knew to do.. now.. at the feet of Satan Himself.

She had sold her sold cheaply for love of a man, and all she got for her efforts was damnation in Hell, to serve in eternal torment, her beauty and youth never fading the object of every demon’s lust, her body their play toy, through the endless corridors of time. He lifted his great cloven hoof and kicked her away from him to go sprawling in the firry dust of Hell.

“Talin in three days time you will come to earth, and woe and seduce the Exorcist Mitch Steven Distract him when the Arch Angel becomes human, I have plans for our feathered celestial freak.”

The wicked of grins split his face.

“A Law intern to his firm, all sweetness and light.”

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

The three days had passed and Lucian Ange Guardian Pro Lutetium caught up with Mitch Steven as the stunning young angel was desperately trying to get him away.

“Mitch…Ah Mr. Steven are you all right?”

When he saw the confused look in Steven’s eyes, he blurted out a bit nervously, Lucian Ange Guardian Pro Lutetium for the superior court.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ His hard cloven hoof kicked into the soft underside of her belly... she crying out in pain as she is sent sprawling into the putrid dusts of hell... she manages to lift her head.. panting slightly... golden eyes regarding the evil face... a face that would bring a thousand screams to the damned in Hell.. of her Master...

“Talin in three days time you will come to earth, and woe and seduce the Exorcist Mitch Steven Distract him when the Arch Angel becomes human, I have plans for our feathered celestial freak.”

“A Law intern to his firm, all sweetness and light.”

"yes... Master" she replies... a slow.. almost sneering smile.. spreading across her lips... He would allow her to help Him... her loyalty to the Demon of all demons was absolute and complete... she would do as He desired in all things... Mitch Steven did not have a chance... Talin crawled into the corner... nursing the pain that radiated from her belly where His hoove had managed to make an ugly mark.... she would wait the 3 days... then Mitch would meet... Talin Edge... law intern... sweet... innocent.. gorgeous... every man's dream.. the girl next door.. with a wicked side... ~

 

[Amy (Roleplay)]

I went on holiday for a bit, who "isn't" posting because the interest for this thread is good, we even got Ambrosiacaress and CGRaven who are excellent posters (from what i have read from their last threads...

Who isn't posting?

 

[cgraven]

Your message box is full Chere.

 

[Amy (Roleplay)]

So it is........

There now you can PM me