The Battle of Good Vs. Evil...

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

(ooc. Sorry, netscape is off the handle of something! YOur posts are beautiful. Seriously, now off to battle...and pooh my dear, I believe you have competition with my high dark angel...the tarasque. Maybe not..... )


The great and glorious Micheal, the air about him sizzled in command, his broad powerful shoulders only masked by the robe. I knew what was beneath them. His worldy air was interrupted as the dark angel, my new high commander. "We have matters to discuss..." Micheal told me.

I knew that.

Tarasque came back, his humbleness showing. His obedience wasn't to be revered under the circumstances that if you didn't, you didn't survive. Obedience was a neccessity, his boldness lit a spark of anger and intrigue in me, my curiousity was the only thing keeping me from torturing him. I nodded towards him. "Assemble your troops, and keep them back. NO ONE moves till I signal."

He bowed and flashed the sign of the sixes. I signaled back.

I turned back to Micheal. "Welcome to my ...humble...abode..." He didn't seem too happy. I was ecstatic. It had been 666 years, to the mere angel it would seem as if it were a minute of time. To me, without Micheal it was eons.

"Come with me." I offered him my hand. He didn't take it. I fumed. My staff ignited. I tried to calm my temper. My extremely warm skin was cooled by the summer breeze.

Being the second most powerful being in all of creation I knew that Micheal may have resented that. How could a being the the Lord God condemned to eternal agony and torment, to be the ruler of all things evil.......be more powerful than one that had the Lord's love. That was no matter.

"You would think that you would be at least content to see me beloved. I know my appearance is expected and not appreciated. But as we all know, God had plans for all of us. I am just following orders that I must."

I brought my hand to his cheek. "It has been a long time." My words bitter.

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque flew down to the troops. "Soldiers! Assemble! Our Empress gives the orders to assemble! Any one moves, and if I survive her torture, yours will not be far off!" he bellowed. The soldiers glanced fearfully amongst themselves before filing into their ranks, and holding their weapons tightly. The Tarasque whirled around as he felt his Lady get angry. He shuddered, memories of the Dark Flames, the only place worse than Hell, flooded back into him. How he would love to severe the Angel's head who did that! He began to imagine what he would do to that unlucky being.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

Gabriel thinks to himself as the brash Raphael flies away And that is just the problem, my friend. Without obedience to our Lord, we are no better than the fallen angels. It was for humanity that the gift of free will was truly intended. We angels haven't done so very well with it, after all.

The winged one sighs loudly, turns, and continues his vigil.

 

[Morgoth]

He snapped out of his dream, and looked on at his Empress in respect. He knew that she could kill him at any moment, yet it was not for this reason that he had reunited his forces with hers. He respected her for her boldness, and nothing more, and nothing less. She could kill the Tarasque, surely. It would not be easy for even her, but the Tarasque's soul had been drained away, and therefore his life, when he had become a Daemon. When he was still a Demon, he had been a pathetic excuse. But he had trained, and finally beaten the best at the contest of the Daemon. This let him advance in rank greatly, and he became a Daemon Lord, picking a new body for himself. He had been attracted to her from the very first time he saw her by her arrogance and impudence. She would stand alone in front of all of Heaven's might, if she had too. But never, for he would always be there, by her side. Yet he requested nothing from her. Nothing except respect like she gave for the bastard Michael. He did not want anything from her, either. None of her sexual appeal wore off on him, for he had many beautiful women.

 

[Kepic]

Toral

I recognised the woman - she was one of Samuel's daughters. What was her name? Belinda, thats it.

She crept closer, having waved the angel back.

"What are you doing out here?" she whispered.

"I could ask the same thing" I quietly replied, as she crouched down besides me, "I want to hear what Michael and Lucifer have to discuss..."

"You could be killed!" she hissed under her breath.

I smiled. "Perhaps. More importantly, you could. Samuel would not be happy, he loves you dearly. And I'd hate to see him lose a daughter."

Human's had the one thing neither angel nor daemon possessed. Well, of course, the daemons sought this thing out, traded with it, but they didn't possess it naturally. An immortal soul.

One day, perhaps the humans would learn to tap into that power for themselves. I had tried to bring it out of them - inteferring where angels dared not to - but it was a long process, and I had to be careful not to reveal myself for what I truly was. I wasn't sure they would understand my motives.

Samuel's family - from generations back - had been one of those I had tried to guide. The last of that line was, as far as I knew, Samuel and his four daughters.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I shivered as I looked up to where the forces of evil were bantering with the highest power for the forces of good. The air around was almost tangible with that power. I could hear forces up there-armies amassing and knew that they had one purpose-the destruction of all that was good. I would never admit it to anyone but I was scared! I couldnt be human and not be.

My father once told me that there was no shame in feeling fear, especially when faced with overwhelming odds. What mattered was what you did when faced with those odds.

I looked at the man...Toral I think his name was. Damn, why hadnt I paid better attention when he had been in my father's camp? "Father is not too happy with me now. A little more disobedience isnt going to matter. Besides I couldnt take another moment in that tent with my sisters giggling about those damned winged ones!" I shut my mouth quickly. I did not know if he knew my feelings for angels of either side and I didnt want to say anything that he could carry back to my father. I was already in enough trouble as it was.

Instead, I sat quietly and listened to what was happening in the camp above us.

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

The girl and the man talked a little before settling quietly. They must be eavesdropping on the negotiations. I closed my eyes and let the sound filter to my ears. It wasn't long before everything became recognizable to me, and a feeling of horror overcame me. The sounds were of organization, with weapons clanging and the floor heavy with the thump of of thousands of feet in unison.

I took off quickly and flew back towards Gabriel.
"Gabriel our armies must be assembled. I have heard the sounds of the enemy, and they are in preparation for battle. The camp must be warned!"

 

[poohlive]

Michael stared as Lucifer kept toying with the subject. Surely after all this time she didn't call him so they could talk of old memories, and perhaps rekindle a flame or two. She was more inteligent than that, even he knew it.
"We are all given orders that must be followed," Michael said, taking her hand in his, "I could no more blame you than the stars above."
He let both of their hands falter to each side, as if condemning them forever to be apart. Did his cheek feel hotter than usual? No, of course not, it was the same as always. No, he did feel something there, he just hoped it was the work of something Lucifer had done, and not passion coming up from some deep and dark place. He had lost his feelings for her long ago... almost too long. Now, as he felt his cheek almost afire, he wondered if those feeling had not just lied dormant hoping upon all hope that kissmet would bring them together.
It wasn't destiny though, it was the fate of mankind. A war that held each as rivals, and not lovers. Michael took a step back, and stared coldly into her eyes.
"Enough children games," he said flatly, "Why did you summon me?"

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Satan, Lucifer....

My lip quivered in anger. "Fine."

I turned my back towards him. "You want to get down to business, we will." I said coldly.


I spun back around, the fire in my eyes literal. The tips of my hair turned to flames as if the fire were the oil in which the tips were dipped in.

"I thought......nevermind what I thought. My happiness is not an issue. My troops outnumber yours greatly. I have 666 legions to my name. All with over 666,000 members. I realize your troops are more skilled but my ranking officers are a match. Why am I telling you this. Well...you wanted to talk about it and get down to business. I am telling you that prophesy can be changed. My troops are increasing at the moment. Now I have Tarasque on my side and who knows his number of commanding legions. I would hope that you would consider my offer." He knew the offer. He wouldn't take it, I knew. But under the circumstances, I knew the chances of the forces of darkness winning were grand.

"Micheal, you know the dual will be between us. I don't know if I can do it." My lip quivered as I became disgusted at myself.

"I thought you would come to be on better terms, when we left we were. I understand I am all that you are against."

He didn't reply.

"FINE." I screamed. My temper was always an extreme problem.

I walked up to him, my face level with his.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

Sadly, Gabriel turns to the nameless angel.

"Brother, we must await for Michael's return. If we were to attack now, we would indeed be lost. Strange powers, asleep for millenia, now stalk this mortal realm. Evil has reached a point of power unheard of before. Still, all is not lost! Though they outnumber us greatly, God is on our side. He has said that we will win, and faith will see us through. The fallen ones can not stand against our faith, unless we falter."

Gabriel resumes his watch.

"Brother, if you would please inform our human hosts of your news, they could gird themselves for battle properly. My place is here."

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I shuddered and my heart seemed to stop beating as I heard Lucifer brag about her armies. How were we to go against, much less defeat something as she had discribed. I knew my eyes must be wide as saucers and my face a bit paler than it had been before.

I turned to Toral. "This is not good," I whispered to him,"How are we supposed to go up against something like that?"

It was as I always feared. This clash between the winged ones was going to eradicate we humans from the face of the earth. This was one time I was not happy with being right.

 

[Toku]

Raphael

-"This is not good. How are we supposed to go up against something like that?"-

Toral and Belinda both feel a hand on their shoulders and a familiar voice whispers, "together," it was Raphael with a comforting smile on his face, "me and you, we are both God's creations and except for that bitch up there and some other fallen ones," looking at Lucifer, "they are most certainly not."

His smile disappeared and his eyes turned serious, "woman, we were always there, even when most of your kind 'could do without us' we, at least I know I did, kept trying to help and protect you. You think of me as someone who uses people for his own pleasure, but you don't understand it, I get pleasure out of pleasuring humans, it is one of my tasks, giving them pleasure, taking their mind away for a moment from the darkness of the world nowadays," he realised he was talking out loud and began to whisper again, "and not only by sex, games and wine, those are things you see. But do you remember the raid on your camp which left one of your sisters mortally wounded? It was I who took her hand and guided her back into live, it was I who gave a piece of my own energy to heal the deadly infection."

"Ofcourse it gives me pleasure to be loved or to help, but in the end it is only my task. We were created to serve, first the allmighty Father, and later mankind. That's why we can't win this battle on our own, we need mankind, together we will fight back the darkness."

After his rant he turned to Toral, "and you must make a choice, which side of you is stronger." Raphael now realises the speech he gave and thinks, 'didn't think I had it in me.'



[Edited by Toku on 02-20-2001 at 08:49 AM]

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I almost jumped out of my skin as I felt a hand behind me and the voice of the angel, Raphael. I was about to turn and lay a tongue lashing into him when he begin his speach. Damn, these winged ones could give speeches to melt a human's heart...how did you go up against that?

My eyes opened wide as he mentioned the incident with my sister Cherise. None of us had ever found out exactly why she had recovered from something that she should have surely died from and I had been so very glad because, after the loss of my mother and brother, I did not think that Father could handle another death. It also explained the reason why she was more partial to Raphael than any of the others of my siblings.

Reaching up, I took his hand and pulled him, maybe more roughly than I should have down to crouch by both Toral and myself. "Are you crazy?," I whispered harshly to him,"Do you want to get yourself killed? Do you know what they," Pointing to where the army of darkness stood,"would do if they got thier hands on you? They would have a field day!"

I sat there for some long moments with my own thoughts before I spoke again. "I can feel the truth in your words about what you did for Cherise and...I...I thank you for that. It would have killed my father to lose yet another of his family. But you must see my side of things. I am the oldest-after my brother who is also dead-and it has become my duty to protect my sisters to the best of my ability."

I allowed a bit of a smile to crease my face. "I admit that I am stubborn and hard headed and I have enough of an attitude to serve for the whole camp. But that is who I am. I still do not approve of the majority that I have heard about you but I owe you for my sister's life and I shall repay you-of that you can be sure."

Looking up at where Michael and Lucifer were still in conference I shook my head. "Though, I must admit that I cannot grasp a life totally ruled by what task you must do. I never realized before how blessed we humans are to have free will and to make our own choices."

Glancing at Toral I had a puzzled look on my face. I did not understand Raphael's comment to him about choosing sides but I was not going to ask. From what I heard he was fighting a battle within himself and I could sympathize. That kind of thing did not need interference from me.

I again looked from one to the other and nodded grudgingly. "Together it is than. Right now I would do almost anything to bring those above us down. We humans may not survive this thing but I, for one, intend to go down fighting."

"Oh," I added looking at the angel again,"And I do have a name. It is Belinda."

[Edited by Isolde on 02-20-2001 at 09:17 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Choose which was stronger?

I had wrestled with that for centuries... and I had long decided not to be swayed to either side. I wanted both angels and daemons to be gone from the world - from existence... even if that meant myself along with them. It was only the humans I wished to see left.

As the saying went... the meek shall inherit the earth.

"Belinda" I said, taking her hands in mine, "listen to me closely. You have an immortal soul. No angel or daemon can claim such a gift. There is power in the human spirit that can outmatch any warrior of heaven or hell. If you find yourself in peril, look within... you will find the strength inside of your heart."

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I looked deep into Toral's eyes. I had heard a version of this speech when he was talking to my father. I had never really paid attention then but it seemed that I was hearing alot of things today that I had refused to hear before.

I gave his hands a sqeeze and tried to smile bravely though the sounds from above us were making my heart race. "That may be," I said to him, the fear edging my voice,"But we are still human and prone to death and if the forces of evil overwhelm us and cause our hearts to stop beating than that strength is gone."

"They may not be able to possess it but they can kill it and I have a feeling that they would be happy just achieving that goal."

I gave his hands a sqeeze again and added,"But that is exactly what they will have to do before I stop fighting them. If I can give our 'protectors' this much trouble just imagine what I can do to our enemies."

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

"Stay strong Gabriel. We need your faith at a time like this." I flew off towards the camp. Landing near a guard I spoke, "Send the word. Hell is ammasing their armies. We must be prepared. Do not attack until the command is given."

The guards turned and ran into the crowd, and soon the camp was a whirl of activity as groups gathered and battalions planned. The burst of energy revitalised me, and I took off back to the woman to see what was happening. Landing away from them to avoid detection, as I walk in I see Raphael has now joined them in their eavesdropping.

 

[poohlive]

"More peaceful terms?" Michael pressed the words through his mouth. Up until she had uttered those terms, he knew everything she had said were true. They were outnumbers, at least 6 to one (we keep going on this 6 theme... I'm starting to become annoyed). They had more skill, yes, but even the most skillful warrior can only kill so many before the blinding mob sinks him down to the pits.
He looked up at the sky. God had never let him down before, he certainly wouldn't now, but doubt had finally entered his heart. For the first time in his life he was unsure of what to do. Her offer didn't seem that bad, peaceful terms for both parties.
No, no no no no no no no no no.
He couldn't allow himself to do this. Lucifer always did this, mix in lies with the truth slowly and carefully until you started believing everything she did. Her job is to destroy humanity, his job was to save it. Making a deal with the devil will only help her.
"I was unaware you know what the word peace meant," he said, looking into her decieving eyes. For decieving eyes, they were beautiful. As beautiful as the day she had left, never changing, never aging.
Stop it.
Michael turned away, for some reason he couldn't look at her any more. He wanted to, he wanted to look at her forever, and that was the exact reason why he didn't look at her.
"If all you wanted to do was talk of peaceful terms I suggest we end this meeting now, we both have a war to tend to."
Michael felt something stir inside him, and he knew he had to leave soon. He was looking down into the pit of hell, and was beginning to like the music. He had to leave as soon as he could.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

"You are irritating me Micheal." I said, though not in my normal irritated voice, The words erotically slipped from my lips.

"We talk of peace each time. Every time we meet. YOu see the outcome each time. Your men die, God intervenes. I am sent to eternal torment. Do I mean nothing? Do you not see that the humans cause us suffering? Why on earth would you show so much devotion to humans when they are tearing us apart? I thought you were devoted to love. Why are you defending those who curse the words of love, that keep love apart, that kill, that are destroying themselves, all in the NAME of hate. Tell me Michael. We have the same beliefs, yet one keeps us apart, humans. I didn't approve from the start, they have destroyed His perfect world. How can you defend love when you are defending those who don't know how to love?"

I saw a few of my men eavesdropping. My lip trembled in the irritating habit that I have. THeir eyes widened. They sunk beneath the ground, screams of terror etched into my soul.

"Love Michael, don't treat me as if I have no soul or conscience."

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

My heart was beating fast and I was holding my breath as I listened to the conversation above us. My mind reeled as I thought Michael might give in to Lucifer. "No, no, no, no," I breathed over and over again hoping he would not fall for her lies. I knew if he folded than the humans in camp would loose heart and the fight would go out of them. I may not be too fond of the winged ones but I knew what influence the angel above me had on my kind.

Then she spoke and I could feel all sorts of emotions welling up inside of me-none of them pleasant. Her words were like a slap in the face to me as she talked of us. There was a point where I almost believed her and where I could almost agree with her about how humans treated each other and the world we lived on and then I shook my head hoping to clear it of her silky sweet words.

At that point my emotions took hold of me. I was stunned and then hurt and then angered yet a part of me was taken by what she had said.

I felt like leaping up and shouting out at her. I wanted to tell her that she was wrong and that humans knew of a love a lot purer than any minion from hell could feel. I remembered my mother and brother and how their deaths had cut my family to the quick. How those around us had rallied around us and lent us support to get through the crisis. No minion from hell could ever show that kind of love. No!Humans were not the beasts that that bitch painted us to be. We couldnt be that bad-could we? We were not perfect but we sure as hell were trying. That is what I kept repeating over and over to myself.

I tried to catch my breath and I turned away from both Toral and Raphael. My eyes were moist with unshed tears of anger and fear that she just may be right. I knew that I had to get away from there before I did something foolish and went against the forces of hell all by myself-letting my emotions rule me. Deep down inside I knew that these words were just tools that she was using.

Stumbling away, I moved towards the forest again, wanting nothing more than to shut out the words that I heard but I could not. As with all of Lucifer's pretty speeches that had been made to men in every form during the decades, they stuck and ate at my very soul.

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

As I walked towards them the girl got up and started walking towards the forest. I could see she was upset, and I motioned to Raphael that I would follow her.

She walked for a while, crying silently, not knowing that I was following. Even though I have travelled the world for many years, and have seen a great deal of things, sorrow still strikes a chord deep inside me. I move in front of the girl and speak, "Please." Looking into her tear stained eyes I see the emotions inside, and I reached out and took her by the shoulders, "Don't listen to anything that woman says. You know in your heart what is real and what is false. Never let that go."

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I looked up at him and shook my head. Trying to find my voice, tears still streaming from my eyes, I said,"Dont you realize what has always made her words so potent? Throughout time she has spoken softly to humans and swayed many and the reason she can is because her words-while not fully the truth-are based on truth."

"You said it yourself heaven has been busy picking and choosing those who it thinks can endure this. Which means that there were thousands upon thousands who would have listened to her words and followed her. She is right-humans have the ability to hate and kill and make life for their fellow humans...well, a hell on earth to be blunt."

"Inside each of us is the potential to be what she just described and you know it. Even among those 'elite' as you call them there are still things that happen between us as to cause us pain and suffering. And not from any minion of hell but from ourselves. Even in this time of strife when we should be pulling together bigotry and hate still live strong." My face flushed and I looked away from him. "Use my feelings towards your kind as an example if you wish."

My voice was now strong with anger-not to any of the winged ones but towards myself and those of my kind. "What is it going to take to pull us together if the forces of hell knocking at our own door doesnt do it? I dont know the answer to that-yet. But I sure as hell intend to find out."

Turning away from him I walked off in the general direction of the human camp.

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque flew into the air at the sight of her anger. He knew to keep out of hearing distance, and did so. He unsheathed his sword once again, the huge, broad blade gleaming as fire raced up it's edges. He couldn't hear what Michael and his Empress were saying, but he knew his queen was angry.

 

[poohlive]

Michael still had his back turned, looking into her face one more time he knew he would fall for her charms. She had ways, ways of making the most couragious man fall to his knees and beg for her. She always liked making grown men cry, he supposed it was a hobby of hers.
"You do have a conscience," he began to say quietly, "I know you do. You feel love and hate just like anyone else around us. You have more range of power than I do, but we are still the same, and equal in his eyes."
He took a step back toward her, he felt tempted to turn around and forget this thing entirely, but he knew he could not. Love for her was nothing compared to the love for humans, he just hoped he could never put that thought to the test. He would be truly afraid of who lost that battle.
"We are equal in almost every way, except you hate humanity and I love it. Well, I don't love it, there are problems, many problems in every society, but that is how life is. You take the good along with the bad, you can't destroy something because one day it begins to irritate you, especially something that is capable of love, and of understanding..."
He pointed off in the distance, "I hear her cries, as do you. She cries because she knows you are right, but also because she knows you are wrong. Humanity does have faults, but in order to fix them we must help humanity, not destroy it. My mission is to help these people, that is all I am sent here to do, and that is all I will do, until the day that I too die."
A tear fell silently down his cheek, under any normal circumstances he would have fallen into her arms and never thought about anything important again. Yet he knew too many things were at stake now. Lucifer must not, could not win.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

"LIES...LIES...LIES!" I screamed.

"THis whole war is lies. I should just wipe out everything in my power. SHOULD I get rid of myself Micheal. WOuld that make your job easier?" My words were a double-edged sword.

"fancy words don't camoflauge the truth. I don't use my words to hurt YOU. Never did. I may be the Father...Mother of all lies. But lies are a human characteristic. My words are always the truth. Why do you talk to me as though I am pulling you into a trap? SINCE WHEN DO I TRY TO HURT YOU?"

"I came to you civilly. I see that your feelings towards me have changed. If that is the truth, life as we know it will turn dark. Really dark. Probably not for your perfect life, but mine. I will turn life into an eternal hell."


I opened my palm, a small flame emerged. Black in color. I let it's warmth lick my palms before squashing it's beauty.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I walked along, leaving the dark angel behind me, my mind fighting to clear itself of the soft words that had ingrained themselves there. My tears eventually stopped and dried on my face as I continued to walk along toward the camp.

When I finally saw the lights of the campfires, I sighed in relief-I would soon be 'home' with my family and that brought me a rushed feeling of warmth. I broke into the edge of camp to find the place in a chotic state. Men and women were rushing everywhere and in the distance I could see my father directing some of the activity. His head was down and his eyes were combing a paper in front of him as he listened to his men who stood around him. Occasionally, he would point to a spot on the paper and I could see his lips move as he asked a question. Right then I felt an overwhelming love for my father wash over me as I watched him. I knew my sisters were in the tent as my father would be trying to keep them from harm and my mind went out to Cherise whom the angel Raphael had said he cured as she lay dying that day.

I wanted to go to my father and talk to him. He had always been a source of comfort and aide, especially after my mother died but I did not move from where I stood. He was too busy now to answer my many questions that were whirling around in my mind and he would probably end up sending me to the tent to be with my sisters. He could not admit that maybe I might be good at combat, even though I had had some training from one of the others in the camp unknown to my father. I think that is was simply that he did not want to lose another family member to this horror that had visited us. With a sigh, I decided to stay at the edge of camp and watch. Looking up at the tree I was under, I used my usual scouting method and pulled myself up into its lower branches, wincing a bit at my tender ankle but reaching my goal and settling in to watch what was going on around me.