The Battle of Good Vs. Evil...

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer

I could sense something changing in the room. The atmosphere lighted. It was Michael. Finally, FINALLY.

Then I felt the presence of more holiness than I could handle. Surely not Micheal alone?

There he stood, Gabriel, sword drawn.

I Spun. My wings ablaze with fire.

"HOW DARE YOU. THis peaceful discussion was not any of your business. I have no trifle with you Gabriel. Do not cause me to have them."

I became a bit agitated. I don't get angry, ever. The Tarasque had lit my anger. I was agitated. Not angry. I had more patience in my body than I care to really say.

My agitation was apparent in the small flame I kept lighting in the palm of my hand, black in color, I would smother it, smoke eminating from my palm.

My blazing red hair was blown silently by a nonexistant wind.

"Micheal, I sensed what you were feeling. You are the only one that knows what is true for themselves. "

I glared at Gabriel. "One move and that sword will be a permanent fixture in your body."

"And I will have nothing to do with it."

"maybe I should offer you two a brief encounter in my camp. A tour...shall we say. It has been a long time since minds of our like have engaged in conversation."

"come." I motioned. The tent around us vanished.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

As the tent around them vanished, and they were wrapped in Lucifer's power, Gabriel looked to Michael. Into that one glance, he poured all the support and loyalty he could muster. Whatever the consequences, Gabriel would face them at Michael's side.

 

[poohlive]

Michael nodded silently at Gabriel, he knew that he had trie his best, yet something was wrong. Here, on her turf he could feel her immense power, there was nothing quite like it in the world. An unearthly power that was wild and free, something that called to every angel.
He had been so tired, all these years had finally taken their toll on Michael. He had thought of giving up several times, but only the power of god kept him at his side. Now, however, he could not feel that. He couldn't feel anything accept this power, it blinded you. It was a good blindness though, something you wanted to experience more of. He wanted too so badly, but he didn't.
Following Lucifer, Michael kept a keen distance, he always had Gabriel between them. She had broken through his mental forces somehow, and knew how to get into his head. His head was all he had left to his own, he didn't want her to get another chance. The angels had a chance of winning this war if he only stayed focused.
He had to stay focused, the fate of mankind depended on it.

 

[Kepic]

Toral

"Well, 'loner', Belinda is special - though I consider all humans to be so, she is more than that - though she doesn't know it yet, it seems."

I paused, looking at him. I might be able to get into the hellspawn camp and rescue her... he might prove a useful diversion. So, for the first time in... well, for the first time, ever, come to think of it, I put some trust in an angel.

"I've invested more decades than I'd care to count - though all worthwhile - in guiding her family, over the generations. I don't know if she's ready to deal with her gift yet, if they surface now they might be... catastrophic. Tarrasque may - will find that human to be more than he can handle if she discovers her inner power..."

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

I cocked my eyebrow at Toral's suggestion.
"Such power? Something tells me you've been tinkering with the fates of this particular girl. Not something that I approve of, but if she gives the Tarasque something to think about then well..."

"Can you fly? Going by what you say we had better get out there pretty soon."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer

(going to play a human also...)

Lucifer:

I sensed they were apprehensive. I glanced back. My soul calmed as I saw them in their radiance. I WAS one of them, determined to never ever leave the Lord's side. The glow from thier souls was present, the simple youth in their faces. The wise worldy air about them. They looked so peaceful.

I would be too, but my heart was filled with incantations of evil, My gift was beyond mere human comprehension. God sent me down and now I had to pay for my resistance.

I lowered my guard, the flames on my wings diminished, the light scent of a spicy aroma filled the air. The smoke from my wings drifting to the sky. My eyes softened from their normal cold stare. The piercing red fading to a deep burgundy. My face softened to a gentle look of peace. My normally fire blazing red hair deepened to a burgundy shade, flowing freely in the wind.

For the first time in many eons, I let my formal self be shown through. I think God knew I was an exception. My red hair set me apart from the others. At the moment the only thing that seperated me from the appearance of the other angels was the lack of my blue eyes. I was robbed of their purity as I was cast from heaven. My wings were raven black, while Micheal and Gabriel, they are pure.


I closed my eyes and reminisced in the days before I fell. We were all close friends.

Mumbling a few words, my men disappeared, or at least it appeared to them that we did. To the devils and evil spirits, we weren't present to them, nor they to us.

The world was quite. As if time stood still.

I turned to them, my changed appearance apparent.

"You can see you are outnumbered. I don't want to talk about that. "

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

"Then what, Bringer of Light, do you wish to talk about?"
Gabriel wanted nothing more than to be far, far away from her, and listening to the Lord of Lies was one of the most dangerous things imaginable. Still, Michael needed him, and he had God within his heart and soul. That was reason enough to stay, no matter the cost to him personally.

 

[Morgoth]

"No, I didn't bring you here to talk about decorations. But remember, don't try to escape", he said. He cast off his cape. "I grow tired of carrying this cape for so long", he said. He walked over to Belinda. he had felt Gabriel's presence, but his Empress had handled it. His handsome form lifted up her chin, and he looked into her eyes, penetrating them with his thoughts as he saw her innermost feelings. "You look like my last wife, you know?", he asked. He saw her look and chuckled. "Oh, yes, I, the terrible Daemon Lord had a human wife once. It is true. She was everything to me. Until the Angels killed her, that is. And no, she wasn't evil", he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously about his statement about the angels.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

To say that I was stunned by his words was an understatement. I mean, he was handsome but I also knew that evil often times was. I was transfixed as I stood there, his fingers on my chin, him looking into my eyes.

Blinking, I pulled away, breaking the spell. I was going to have to watch it with these winged ones on both sides. I began to wonder around the tent, pretending to take in my surrounds but more trying to keep distance between myself and Tarasque. His dark charm was way too enticing.

Clearing my throat, I started to talk. I figured if I kept him focused on my talking he wouldnt notice the fact that I was studying my surroundings and trying to think up a plan to get out of this.

"Tell me about her," I said to him, trying to keep all emotions out of my voice,"How...how did the angels kill her and why? I mean, I dont much care for them myself but I dont see them killing anyone." Well, except the one that had told me that it was his task in life that is.

 

[Toku]

Raphael

Gabriel was cursing his fellow angels for pulling him into this whole war thing, he was flying into the angel's encampment, he had just been at the human camp and told them to move into or near the angel's camp cause problems were ahead.

"No Raphael, we can't do anything, I have to wait for Michael," he says to himself, impersonating Gabriel, "and, well, what does Mister Task himself, he goed after that other nutcase Michael, right into the arms of Lucifer, of all evils!"

He flies into the angelic encampment, irritated by all the odd looks he got from angel and human, "I know, I know, haven't been here for a while!" he yelled, "but tasks have changed somehow!" They stare at him, some suprised, others disgusted, "and because Lucifer is letting her army prepare to get to war, the Tarrasque is involved again and Michael and Gabriel are in their camp, we got to get prepared!" He got them talking, oh yes, he got them talking and some are allready moving, he had to go through, so he took a deep breath and starts shouting orders.

A group of angels were welcoming members of the human camp, directing them to spots they were save, others were getting their weapons and putting on their armour. Raphael decides to add a little bit from himself and starts to sing a song he once heard a long time ago.

"In heavenly armour we'll enter the land,
the battle belongs to the Lord.
No weapons that's fashion'd against us will stand,
The battle belongs to the lord."

The humans were also preparing for a battle, arming them with weapons the angels gave them, shining weapons, heavenly weapons.

"And we sing glory, honour, power and strength to the lord.
We sing glory, honour, power and strength to the lord."

Lines were being formed, Raphael has no idea how they work or what the tactics are behind them. It seems they only needed a little push.

"When the power of darkness comes in like a flood,
The battle belongs to the Lord.
He'll raise up a standard, the power of His blood,
The battle belongs to the Lord."

The first lines were allready marching onto the hill, where they would be standing, showing themselve to the enemy.

"And we sing glory, honour, power and strength to the lord.
We sing glory, honour, power and strength to the lord."

Raphael wants to suggest to leave some lines behind the hill, as a kind of suprise but they had allready thought of it.

"When your enemy presses in hard, do not fear,
The battle belongs to the Lord.
Take courage my friend, your redemption is near,
The battle belongs to the Lord."

Everybody was in place, they were standing ready for battle, maybe they were with less, they would make it up with courage, discipline and Holiness.

"And we sing glory, honour, power and strength to the lord.
We sing glory, honour, power and strength to the lord."

It was truly an impressive sight.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer and Serindi

(serindi is a human, woman, average height, escaped the devils camp after torture, a thing lucifer had no idea about. The blackest hair, and the darkest eyes imaginable. Porcelein skin, and dressed in rags. )

Serindi:

I had escaped, it seemed turmoil in the land of the devils had called my captors to battle. Or at least to some evil escapade.

I ran, my bare feet stiff, I was cold. My rags held me covered to a minimum. I reached a glade. It seemed so peaceful. I fell to my knees and prayed to God.

I got up, my eyes wide like does. Looking for signs of the dark ones. I ran into the woods. Lost. I heard voices. I shivered. Bravery used to be my one and only savior. Now, I felt weak. Alone. Underfed. Beaten. My spirit was breaking.

Lucifer:


"I want to talk of this." I motioned to the world in which time stood still. A parallel to the universe where the higher powers used to discuss things without interruption. Time was no essence here, we would be returned to the exact moment we were on earth.


"I want to talk of things in the past. Most of all, I want to go back. I tried. The year that the dragon came, I entered heaven. I do not apologize as you well know. I apologized. I gave the Almighty claim over my soul. I got nothing but eternal pain. The scriptures are changing, I do not know the change. " My eyes were the only thing changing from my calmed appearance. "Gabriel." I stood in front of him. "Do you truelly think me that bad?"

No breeze could be felt. "I am the Lord of Evils. I do what I am told. This is my role. I asked Michael the same question, Why..are you defending those who can't love? You yourself said you are defending love itself. Many many years ago.... Now, those who are destroying love...making it a way of life to go against his will...why do you defend them?"

 

[poohlive]

The past. It was all in the past, nothing more. Michael had to keep remembering that. He couldn't even know for sure if she truly loved him, or simply used him to get closer to god. That's what she would do, isn't it.
The look in her eyes that night, the kisses she gave to him whenever they met after a long night, that couldn't be faked though, could it? He knew the devil to be evil, but isn't that too far? Lucifer wouldn't have used his love so playfully would she?
Why did things always keep getting around to the past. This happened every time, every time he tried to focus on the future she kept bringing him back to the past. She has no power over him. The only power she had was when he thought she did, she doesn't. She only controls things that are evil. As long as he believes in god, he can never be evil.
Michael looked at Gabriel, and then at Lucifer.
"I believe it is time to go," he whispered to Gabriel, looking at Lucifer the whole time.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

"Michael," he whispered back, "I doubt it'll be quite that easy. Still, I'm with you. All the way."

 

[Kepic]

Toral

"Yes, I can fly" I replied, "though neither of our appearances are likely to go down well with the daemon army, and they'd sense you coming a mile off... but maybe we can use that to our advantage?"

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

I was about to reply when suddenly I hear a voice praying fervently from the trees. "What the hell?" I make my way towards the voice, with Toral behind me, and I see a human woman, totally dishevelled, covered only with a few scraps of clothing. Her skin was dirty and bruised, and it was clear that she was close to death.

"Dammit! I turned to Toral. "Ok now we got two problems to deal with. Since you're capable of masking yourself check for a way to get into the demon camp unnoticed. I'll get this woman some help and find you later." He nodded and sped off unbetween the trees. Watching him go I couldn't help but wonder whether I should trust him or not. Unfortunately in this crisis I had no choice.


I knelt down next to the woman. "What's your name?"
"Serendi," she answered weakly. I pulled a flask from my jacket, in it is a special mix that only angels have. It can restore the spirit, and bring new life to the body. I unscrewed the top and pulled her upright. "Drink this," I said, pressing the flask to her lips.

 

[Morgoth]

The Tarasque sighed sadly. "She was the most beautiful woman, and the best. I met her when I was simply a Demon Infernal, the lowest rank of Demon warrior. I met her when she was a warrior. I was in a village we had conquered, and she sprang at my present lord to kill him. I stopped her, and looked into her eyes. And she was so beautiful. I couldn't kill her. So I begged him to give her to me. He did, and I was quickly promoted. I became a high-ranking Daemon. I had my own castle. We lived happily, and produced children. But the Angels couldn't let the humans believe that an Assassin hired by them had actually married a High Daemon. So they sent that bastard, Toral, the Killing Angel, to kill her. Which he did very well. I only recognized her because of the scent of her blood. Other than that, she was completely unrecognizable. But I sensed his blood as well", he said, some tears of blood coming into his eyes.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I looked over at the deamon with a startled look. I honestly didnt know whether to believe him or not. I was very weary where the forces of evil were concerned and I knew they could be tricky. Still there was the ring of truth to his statement. I almost laughed. Truth from a deamon...now wasnt that ironic.

"Ok," I said to him going back to studying the tent for a way out,"That brings us back to the fact that, besides the fact that I look similar to your wife, why did you bring me here?"

I moved closer to the back of the tent. Was that an opening I saw? I made sure not to betray my possible discovery as I swept my gaze elsewhere wondering when I would get some time to check it out.

 

[Morgoth]

"I hate to admit it, but I could not see you in the air. I swooped down originally to anger Toral, but then I saw you, and decided to have some fun. I saw you'r resemblance to my wife then, and I was shocked for a second. I decided to bring you back here to talk with you. And do not worry of my bed, if I had brought you here for that reason, I'd already be inside you. Finally, do not try to escape. I will fly you back when I finish speaking with you", said the Tarasque.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

I blushed at his words for, though I tried to act in a woman of the world mannor around others, the truth was that I had never known a man in that way before. I looked over at him in shock and sat down nodding my head. I would trust this being for now seeing as how I really had no other choice but I would still be alert for signs of betrayal.

"Your...lonely?," I said, my voice showing my surprise. I guess I never thought about deamons feeling things like that before. I had assumed that the only thing that they felt was hate and greed and all those other dark emotions. And here was this being who was a high ranking commander in Lucifer's army telling me about falling in love with a human and feeling sorrow at her passing.

I shrugged of my worries and said,"Okay, I am willing to talk to you. About anything but what might hurt the human encampment in the upcoming war. If that is acceptable than you can talk to me about anything you would like."

 

[Kepic]

Toral

OOC: Morgoth, I think you've got my character name confused with Ask for more's. His is the killing angel - mine is Toral the Outcast, the half-daemon/angel.

IC:
The daemon camp was abuzz with activity, as they prepared for battle. I slunk through their midst, concealing myself in the form of a lesser daemon, seeking out Belinda.

Her soulfire was strong, and like a beacon to my senses, tuned as I was to her family's heritage, having guided it over the centuries.

I had no idea of the Tarasque's reasons for taking her - though I could place a few well-hedged bets I was sure.

Finally, I was guided to one of the larger tents - adorned with trophy's of battle. The air about it seemed to scream its frustration at having to share space so close to the tent, a howling wind that wrapped about it.

The daemonic guards that stood before the entrance simply ignored my presence, as no angel could take on such a disguise, believing me truly to be some lesser imp.

The wind prevented me from hearing what was going on within the tent - and I had to get within.

"I bring a message from her majestic darkness Lucifer to the great Tarasque" I voiced to one of the guards.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Serindi, Lucifer.

(if you guys don't like my twist, I can change it, I just needed to spice this up before it got sappy. I am sorry if this offends anyone due to religious reasons, but me, being religious, takes no offense.)

LUCIFER:

I heard his words as if a huge train was coming towards me, the words echoed louder and louder till they hit me.
I gasped, as if stabbed.


"Pain. Nothing more. Just pain, forever. Thank you for showing me the truth." I said. Not angry, I wasn't angry.


Immense pain brought me to my knees. I closed my eyes, remembering, remembering the bitter sweetness of that last victory. I felt myself fall from heaven. I remember my words with the Almighty One. I knew God was laughing. We had an agreement. If love was what drove me so hard and long, I would be my savior, a savior from the world that I hated so much. A state of control over what I felt.

You just had to feel it. I groaned. Slumped, I moaned in agony. I wanted no pity. I wanted a soul so I could die. My delicate, but oh so powerful, bones were racked with pain. The truth was, I wasn't allowed to feel the pain of the world as long as I held onto love.

The pain, of all things that my heart went against, was given to me. I had no love. Love didn't have me.

SERINDI:


I looked up. Blackness sort of clouded my vision. I could see a form. Liquid was brought to my lips. My hands trembled as I brought my fingertips to pull up the meak cloth that had fallen off my shoulder. I drank. My knees in the hard rocky ground. My body felt numbed.

I remembered why I was taken....(Flashback)...

It was the day before it all started. I was with my husband to be. He was fascinated with my ways with the animals. They came to me. Not scared. He told me it was like myself. But one day, like the timid deer, someone will not love it, but destroy it. He told me my eyes were like the does, bright and fiery, yet gentle.

That is when I remember the great beast. I fled, he took me to a tree, setting me high in the camouflaged leaves. The devils found me. I saw my fiancee. I was sickened to my stomach. Then, they tortured me.

The liquid rolled down my throat like liquid fire. I coughed and almost fell. Strong hands held me in place.

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

As she drank I reached out to her and felt her emotions. A flashback come to me, I could see a man, obviously a loved one, being tortured and killed by the demons. Damn those fiends! Never happy they decided to capture this woman and use her for their own evil devices. I swore to kill as many as I could.

She spat and coughed, but I forced her to drink. Eventually I decided she had enough, and held her in my arms so that she could recover. I put a hand to her heart, closed my eyes and concentrated; reaching into her soul, giving her the will to live, trying to restore some of what had been taken by the devils.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Serindi

The drink seemed to take my mind away from the whole ordeal. My body shook, He held me. I wasn't even sure who it was. For all I knew it was a cruel trick by the demons, to soothe me, then torture me. I begged them to kill me, they wouldn't.

I opened my eyes. I could see. In front of me. Was a gorgeous creature. The demons had fed me poison. It had affected my heart. The man, put his hand to my chest. The pain was being lifted away.

"Who..." I tried to ask what or who he was. But I couldn't speak. I hadn't felt pleasure or even nuetrality (is that a word?) in such a long time. I was reveling in the feeling. Sighing I wanted to sleep.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Woops, I guess I have.

IC: The Tarasque suddenly spun around. "What is it, Demon?" he shouted. The demon entered. "Ahhh. The Half-breed. You are very rare, no?" asked the Tarasque. He had to deal with this annoying pest before he talked. He was by far the more powerful of the two, and could crush him like a fly if it came down to combat. "Ohh. You want to know how I can sense you? Unlike most other beings, I have had relations with angels. Few, but enough. And it was before I married", he said, casting a quick look at Belinda.

 

[Kepic]

Toral

I froze, surprised by his ability to sense my presence. His power was beyond my own to combat, but not within my ability to control. Though, that might take many days preparation, and the ingredients for such magic weren't exactly commonplace. There were no human's left who were versed in binding daemons, but I had learned from some of the best in their time.

I reluctantly shifted back to my preferred human form.

"I've come for Belinda" I said, simply. "She's not for you, Tarasque, nor any other daemon - or angel. It would be in your best interest to let her go."

"Are you threatening me, half-breed?" he snarled.

"No, just advising you" I said. "I won't allow either heaven or hell to stake a claim over her soul."

I turned to Belinda, who was staring at me in shock. "Belinda, I admit I'm no human, but neither am I fully angel or daemon. Its beyond my ability to hold back heaven and hell, to end their war on Earth, to protect the humans - though I have done my best, I assure you, over the centuries" I said, gently. "But its not beyond yours. I've guided your family as far as I can, now its up to you. Look within your heart. Find the power within your soul!" I urged.