Struggle of good vs. evil

(WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN LAVA?!!?!?!?!?! *Huffs*, YOU WORRIED ME SICK!! oh well....:) good to see you here, I have a KILLER Migrane right now, i'll post tomorrow at some point...)
 
BOWS...

thanks for noticing didn't think ne one would notice, i love you guys@!!!1
 
Ooc: What do you expect Lava? I have been reading your posts lately, and I am getting this hint that you want me to do something, but I have no clue what it is. Could you help me? Or maybe we could talk about what we want to have happened, cause it seems like I am going one way, and you are going another... just wondering


Michael walked up to her.
"We can stop this, you and I. We can stop this all, let the humans go, leave this stupid planet, and you and I can just go. We can..."
She walked away from him, screaming, "YOU THINK THATS IT... I JUST WANT TO LEAVE WITH YOU..."
She started crying,
"I do, Michael, you don't know how much I want to just leave with you."
"Then do it."
Gabriel gave him a stern look, but he didn't care. He had an idea, if he could tell Lucifer to back off, maybe persuade him with his love, then earth might be saved after all.
"Please, end this battle, and come with me."
Fire danced in her eyes, "I know you Michael, you think after all this time I don't know your tricks, your old ways. What kind of asshole do you think I am?"
The words hurt him, but he couldn't deny them.
"Lucifer, this needs to stop. We can't love each other, and fight for two different sides at the same time. Can't you see that."
She screamed again. The earth rumbled, and this time it wasn't good. Michael lowered his head, he had struck a nerve there. Damnit.
 
um......i dunno

(i really don't know. um......um.......um......um.......why dont you tell me what your idea is? im hyped up on nyquil and i feel a bit tipsy. so. um....i really would like to know your idea and we can work off of it. how about i give you my email. or you can just type here. i visit this more often. but..i think we need to find a way. cause if she gives up to you, the war is done, and vice versa. so i have no clue. ideas?)
 
Ooc: Honestly, I have no clue. I don't know, I usually play off your posts, where to take this? Well, if we made this a good love story, someone would betray the other, and then we would want each other dead, then we would apologize, and finally make up.
That's overdone though, I mean hell let's spice it up. Well, all right, how about we make some rules, and go off of there.
Like:
Rule number 1: Michael can't defy God, or God's will.
Rule number 2: Lucifer can't defy her goal of controlling the earth.

You know, like that, and we can move on... to something better, lol.
All right, enough dilly dallying, back to saving the world... ummm, I mean posting on lit... yeah thats it.
 
CAN HE HOLD OUT LADYS AND GENTLEMEN!? CAN THE GREAT ROLAND DO IT!?!??!?!!!?

(NO!!!!!!!!! HE CANT KEEP HIS LIBIDO IN CHECK!!!!!! *LMAO*)

*He took a single moment to push out every sick thought in his head, then he went to work, taking the exceptionally soft soap, he slowly began to wash her All over, Paying Special Attention to the details, but NEVER Getting carried away in his little Job..By the end, he felt more mentally exausted then physicly, and she seemed totally at ease, he wipped his forehead, and sat there, struggling desperately not to Compromise what was left of his morals...*
 
um........

(how about we both betray both, somehow. but we don't realize the other is betraying their's until later...or i could just kill all the humans....or not...lol....i think a little twist of betraying on both parts would be good.)

ambrosia:

being in a human body made all of my senses heightened. his hands were so gentle. carefull. i didn't know why the little sighs and moans escaped my lips. but they did. i stood up, allowing him access to my legs. 'thank you rolland." i said with a smile.
 
(Whilst the Powers that Be Confer...)

*Roland Smiled weakly* Dont worry about it Ambrosia.. *he said, going to work on her legs, her long...shapely...beautiful legs...He nearly slapped himself for thinking it, He couldnt! She Wouldnt! ...................................Would she??? He found himself mulling that question a million times over, as he at last finished, making sure he got EVERY LAST Crevice, he nearly fainted, had a Raging hardon, And was Facing the decision of "Aw-Fuck-It-I-Love-You-Wanna-Shag?" And "Well-Lets-Go-Get-Somthin-To-Eat!" he couldnt decide and was ready to burst from it all when he saw she had totally stretched out on the soft limestone, she looked at him in that oh-so-innocent way of hers, he practicly melted as she spoke.....*
 
ambrosia...and waiting for pooh...

ambrosia: (she is innocent, she can't make the first move. or can she?)

he looked dazed and confused but his hands triggered some sort of emotion. i didn't know what it was, but it was a mix between want, yearning, and some sort of ache. all pleasant, i didn't understand. i rinsed off and while he sort of zoned out i stretched out on the warmed limestone rock. i sighed lightly. my bones and my muscles ached. i realized that rolland was staring at me. the thought that maybe humans were embarrased by their nude form, finally crossed my mind. duh, the garden of eden. "im sorry rolland....i had.....no clue, i forgot. but your bodies...they are so beautiful. " sort of admiring curiously the human body i was given, and that odd feeling rushed through my body when i looked at the form of rolland (not sure if your naked or got in with boxers or something on...)


(ooc. so hey, here is the moment you can make a sly comment like......."yours is beautiful.." lol...or something...or not. whatever. but boy, he IS only human...)
 
At last! The Man Makes a Move!! OH GAWD!

(*LMAO* Too true, and you have a wierd habit of spelling "Roland" With two "L"'s)

*Roland smiled, at LAST he could make a move* You're Beautiful Ambrosia...Your Body Is Beautiful...Your Face Is Beautiful...Everything About you Is Just Beautiful..*He said, a silky soft tone on his lips, he finally gathered up the courage, he went over and sat next to her smiling at her, he wanted to touch her, massage her, caress her............................yes he even wanted to....*
Ambrosia...*he said, finally unable to hold it back any longer* I think...That..I Love You...*He said finally and decisively* I Love you Ambrosia...Above all things I Do..*he was pouring out, at last he reached over, and after a soft nod, kissed her long and softly*
 
Ooc: both of us? Sounds melodramatic, but a good suggestion, I like it though. Although, being a great writer (dry cough) that I am, I have no clue how, or why Michael could or would do that, I will let you make the first move, and I think I will have an idea by then.


Michael walked over to Lucifer. Gabriel tried to stop him, but he waved him off.
"Look, we need to seperate. This is going nowhere, and there is going to be a lot of bloodshed."
She nodded.
"I will see you again."
Michael nodded, "I know we will."
Lucifer moved in for a kiss, but one look at her army, and Michael shook his head.
He movedto his troops, assembling them. Formation was easy and simple, Michaellet a sigh ofrelief,his command was still good.
"We need to leave, this battle is pointless, we shall regroup and take them some other time."
A few people shook their head in disbelief, but for the most part they were obediant. They marched off.
Michael looked back, waving goodbye to Lucifer.
"Gabriel."
Gabriel walked beside Michael.
"I have a plan."
 
lucifer

(good lord man, what are you doing...j/k...this is tough writing. try this one, i can re-write it..)


as they departed the lack of the kiss and the brief shying away hurt. i smiled at him as we departed. not a usual thing, it was a bit comforting, to know that this time they left with love, not damnation. i turned, my army seemed to be a vast ocean, no end to their multitudes over the horizon, the flying creatures siloutes were against the dimming sun. they reassembled, and it seemed humbleness was put back into their hearts through fear. they bowed down and made the sign of the devil as i passed and their multitudes parted as i walked through. i raised my hand in the command to follow me. i had a plan. one that would probaly destroy me. and my men. i could give a damn. i rekindled my flames, my staff ignited, my horns seemed to curl a bit and i spread my wings, determination in my eyes. a piece of sacred parchment appeared in my hands after uttering a word. i burned the message into the paper, the black soot making the markings. the ancient writings glowed, a writing that was never used anymore, a writing we have been told to be carefull with, prophecy was made with it, God would probably ruin my soul for this. upon the parchment the words glowed firey red:
'Betrayal is worthy of death, a loveless life is a long torturess death, i see no difference. the age old fight between our souls is different now. With that, change is in order. Sunset is the epiphany.
Lucifer"

"messanger." i said. he bowed, his wings folding, i marked the sixes upon his forhead and handed him the rolled scroll. "micheal." he knew what to do with it. the sixes on his head was his protector. he flew off.

(now i was sort of thinking, micheal could realize that it is true and take the advice, all the while it is lucifer who is telling him of HER plans. he thought he was telling him what he should do. or if you have a better idea PLEASE USE IT. )

HEY I EDITED THIS A BIT< FOR EASIER READING AND MORE DETAIL...

[Edited by LAVA GODDESSS on 11-25-2000 at 03:17 PM]
 
A new character, if i may?

She waited. Here, in his tent. Waited. Paced, pretending to examine innumerable…memorabilia…pieces of history…

She should have been fascinated. Instead she was distracted, her mind was whirling…

There…movement…no…no, a mirror. She saw herself, saw what he would see…wondering what his reaction would be..to see his beloved here, at his headquarters, in his “sanctuary”...in his tent...

But no, not his beloved, but the face of his beloved, or so it will seem at first glance.

A calmer, closer, second glance would detect the differences…where Lucifer’s eyes burned with dark passion, the eyes in this mirror were an older, ordinary blue…kindled now, perhaps, with hate, and hunger for vengeance…

Her reflection..thick brown hair, hanging in two long braids to her firm breasts…

What would he say…to see his beloved’s face…here…

But, then…she raised her chin in defiance…she had been sent here…to see him…told to plead her case…by the attractive lady with the glasses and sensible shoes…
 
um........ambrosia...and an ooc.

(ooc. what are you planning? are you devil or angel, human, and a brief description please of at least your intent, welcome aboard though!)


sorry rolland forgot to post for ambrosia:
he rose from the side of the bath. i saw him look me in the eyes first then down my body. he walked over to me. he knelt beside me and i felt his eyes sweep over me, a bit hesitant and wary. fear was glazed in them. he leaned forward, stopping before he met my lips. "i love you ambrosia...above all things i do." he grazed my lips lightly with his own. i felt his breath on my lips and i sucked in a breath when his warm lips touched mine. he pulled away at the sound of my breath. but he seemed to brush off whatever he was thinking and he brought his lips back to mine. i felt him part his lips a bit, and the moistness of his breath caused me to gasp. his body was over mine, his hands bracing himself as if not to touch me, his hands on either side of my shoulders. he applied more pressure to my lips. i felt as if......as if i was in heaven. i mimicked his moves. he lightly nipped at my bottom lip causing me to utter his name, almost incomprehendible (sp?). i put my hands to his chest, not sure if i was pushing him away or trying to make sure he didn't leave. he kissed me forecefully, with that sort of arrogance he carried with him at all times, but it was so soft, so humble at the same time. i instinctively parted my lips, his kisses so gentle i felt they were almost not there. "i love you too roland." i breathed into his mouth, i felt his tounge touch my lip before sending it's velvet torture into my mouth.


(roland...sorry not with two ll's i'll fix that, or try. hey, question, how do i get a pic of myself on my profile? i figure people may be curious as to what i look like. )
 
i hate ooc's, but....

Ooc: LG, in the 13th post of this thread, you wrote:

“licking my crimson lips i realize how good it is to have taken the form of a woman, the poor unsuspecting human never saw it coming, she was strong and i had her picked from birth, she struggled when i tried to take her body, but i won, of course.”

A human woman, right? With a human family…

You wanted betrayal, didn’t you?

Don’t fret, LG, I’m just trying to stir things up a little *wink*…e-mail me—I’m open to suggestions…
 
*His eyes whirled and his entire body tensed for a single moment, then he relaxed, and settled into it, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her evercloser, as if never wanting to be away, he explored her mouth with his tounge, the incredible sensations going straight to his center, His eyes closing slowly as he held her there, wanting to speak but unable to find the words, his eyes fluttered as they stayed locked in that kiss, she stole his breath away, but he no longer cared, he was in a small peice of heaven...and he was with her...and right now, thats all that really mattered to him..*
 
ambrosia...and lucifer's post is ont he previous page....

(ooc. lovely post roland , just had to say that...and is there some way we could get them into the water? it seems romantic,......YUCK DID I JUST SAY ROMANTIC???shoot me, now. .)


ambrosia:
the scent of his skin filled my head, the soft lavender of the water gave me a sense of euphoria. i moaned a low sweet moan as his tounge explored my mouth. i shifted my weight a bit and my breasts rubbed against his chest. i gasped at the sensation that ran through my body at the contact. i ran my hands down his arms, the muscles defined clearly, even with my fingertips. i kissed his bottom lip. "roland...." i breathed as he looked over my body as he ran his fingers gingerly between my breasts. "what on earth is this feeling?"
 
Ooc: Hey, Lava, I will be 19 a week from wednesday, and I am 5 11, I'll be damned if I will let a little thing like lovely firm legs stop me from having a relationship... did I just write that down?
Michael heard screaming outside. Two angels had captured a demon. Michael held up his hands, and they let him go. The demon ran up to him, delivering a piece of paper, and then flew off. Michael didn't stop him.
He read the parchment carefully, stopping only when a tear fell down his eye. He read it again.
"loveless life?" he whispered, wondering what he had been doing. Michael choked it back, trying to look steady in front of his men.
"Prepare for battle," he said silently, "We attack at sundown."
Michael tore up the parchment, throwing it to the ground. He walked back to his tent.
(since I had no clue what you were talking about in that last post... I am sorry, I just didn't get it, I will betray the betrayel... that sounds sophisticated, lol)
 
FAR AWAY!!!!!!

*one of Jims Spys had overheard Micheal, And he was Scared out of his wits, He turned and ran back towards camp, Preying he would get there before Sundown, Now was the Time, It was At Last Time For the Final Battle...

IN THE CAMP!!!!!!!

*Jim smiles* Pleasure...Love....Contentedness(IS THAT A WORD?!) I dont know if there are words to Describe it My Love...But I know that I've never been more At peace and tranquil in my entire existance..*he takes her chin with his hand, he draws his head forward, then he kisses her deeply once more, he closes his eyes, allowing his hands to wander and massage her body*
(
 
lucifer and ambrosia:

(lol, some guys are intimidated by my height....um, yes i got legs up to >here< i play tennis and i scuba dive, and i was in track all four years of high school. but your my height, i like that....lol...not a lot of guys that are. i like to be eye level with my hunny. think of all the possiblilities.........oh, sorry im back.. but um, you wanted me to explain lucifer's letter....
alright, in english, all i did was use big words and tangle them....
this is what it means:
if you betray your men, you receive death...(right?)
having no love is also a slow death,
she believes there is no difference between the two.
also, she feels things are different now, than they were thousands of years ago, (for the better, between them)
she wants their lives to change. (here is wehre micheal can interpret whether she meant he should change or she will change)
and sunset is when all this will be recognized. (change it to sunrise if you like)

do you get it now?
or no....
well regardless, i was interested at the fact you assembled your men to attack. alrighty, back to the story.


AMBROSIA:

as his hands moved over my body i saw him hesitate at my breasts. then his fingertips lightly glided over them. i tilted my head back, allowing soft purrs of excitment fill the air. i smiled when he called me 'my love' i let my hands explore his body, it fascinated me. my wings were spread out behind me, allowing for me to lie down on my back, i ran my hands over his chest. enthraled by the way his skin 'lept' at my touch. i moved towards his broad back and allowed my hands to memorized every muscle.
with my other hand i ran it through his hair, cupping his cheek i brought his face towards mine. i gently kissed his lower lip. "and is there more to this thing you humans feel?"

LUCIFER:

i knew my messanger had delivered the message. i breathed deeply, pulled my chin up in arrogance, and tried to maintain the evil air that ussually surrounded me. my plan had to go perfectly, or i would destroy myself and the angels. "commanders?" they had assembled to bring word that the angels had begun to prepare for war. my heart sank. >fine, if i must, i will finish this all myself< i thought, "you know what to do, we attack at sunrise." they bowed and made the sign of the sixes. "one last thing. i want you to capture all of the humans, you musn't destroy them, i have other plans. in fact, bring them to me unharmed, we will need them for my plan to work. " "you are dismissed." they all went back to their troops who had disbanded earlier. they made camp around my tent, far from me but i could see their fires glowing their eerie black glow. their chants of praise to me filled the air, i saw the winged creatures dive towards earth and make camp for the night. the grinding of swords nad the practice of magic filled the air, never had i heard the devils in such high spirits. i decided, since it would be my last evening for many things, whether my plan worked or not, i should see my troups. the sun was still high, i walked towards the troops and began to make my way through them. talking, and organizing as i went.
 
Lillian

She stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection, contemplating what she would say to him…

Could he really be the mythical Michael—an honest-to-goodness angel? Unbelievable—then she shook her head—nothing was unbelievable these days. Her eyes suddenly grew hot with unshed tears—she fiercely wished she could close her eyes and the last days would go away…

Her family was scattered, probably dead…her need for vengeance had become her sole reason for living now. After the last massacre, she had wandered aimlessly, in a daze, until she had met the lady with the twinkling grey eyes, who had told her to seek out Michael…

She had said, “Tell Michael that I have Chaos well in hand and he must deal with Lucifer. And be nice to him, dear girl, and he will give thee thy heart’s desire…”

That seemed like forever ago, but she had followed the sun until she found herself outside the angels’ compound. A discreet inquiry and she was standing before the entrance of his tent, hesitating for the briefest of moments, then…

Expecting the benefit of the element of surprise, she had burst into his tent…and found herself alone, in a tent full of thousands of years of history.

And now that she was here, what was she going to say when he finally arrived? She laughed mirthlessly, and said:

“Hello, my name is Lillian, and you’re probably thinking I'm the spitting image of my youngest sister…Lucifer…”

Oh, yeah, that’ll go over real well…
 
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!

(wow, ranajja...good twist, um...but if you take my micheal. i will kill you. promise. alrighty, wanna see what pooh says to that one....)
 
this can't die, CODE NINE, STAT!

where is the guys! ranajja? pooh? roland?
 
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