The Battle of Good Vs. Evil...

[Roland Gilliad]

Rolando De Gilliad

*tossing his ravenblack hair a bit, he stares at him with nearly lifeless eyes* I know not Arch-one....if I knew, I would tell thee....

*he shook his head abit, staring into the distantce* Thou art healed...and free to do as thee wishes...my name??.............Rolando...Rolando De Gilliad......*he was silent after that, staring off into the distance, and keeping his face well hidden, Unsure what to do...*

 

[Morgoth]

"Okay. If it does come down to a fight, use the soulfire. I will attack and use my wings and sword and lance", said the Tarasque. Belinda's sword suddenly dissapeared.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

alright, the blonde gal is confused...(I'm blonde.)

Lucifer:

I saw the Tarasque. My eyes wide, too many things running through my head. The Killing ANgel had warned me.

"I believe, my fighting skills are still superior to his, but as in the ways of black magic. I am lost. " I stared at everyone, it was like faces were swirling around me, evil...."Micheal, I wanna go home." I whispered. I felt vulnerable, Satan, never feels vulnerable.

"Tarasque," I said, trying to hold my demeanor.

"your sword drawn against me or my newly acquired foe?"

I stepped forward, my hand still linked to Micheal's strong grip. I looked back, "I love you" I mouthed the words, no sound coming from my lips.

I turned back to the tarasque. Then, I wondered, WHO was in charge over the evil ones?

 

[Morgoth]

"Oh, I do not wish to fight you. But I still yearn to feel the Killing Angel's blood. He butchered my beloved, my innocent human wife. Do not try to argue against me. I felt his presence there", growled the Tarasque. "You should know me especially Lucifer, for I am not only your strongest Tarasque. My true name is WrathLance. You bedded my father, a minor imp who had a large body. But he cast an enchantment that he would spawn me, not you. He was truely loyal. So he did. I came into my "life" as the lowliest of imps. But I worked harder and better, and was more ruthless and strong, than any others, so I was promoted to infernal. I rose through the ranks rapidly, gaining strength, until I was entered in the Daemon Contest. The winner of the fights would become a Daemon. So I enrolled. I won. I became a Daemon. Then, when my Daemon Lord was challenging your authority, I fought and killed him. I was promoted to the status of Daemon Lord. Then, I rose through their ranks, until I was the highest of the high, until I was master of your elite, the Tarasques. But I did not obey because of your power. I obeyed you of your motherhood. But if it is your plan to exterminate humanity, then I will be forced to kill you. But even though humans are no longer prey for me, I still long to feel the blood of the Angelic Scum. Or at least one's. I'll even challenge him to a one-on-one battle", growled the Tarasque, his eyes filling with bloodlust, wishing to feel the Killing Angel's blood spilled.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

Getting between Lucifer and Tarasque, I let the fury on my face show. "Stop it!,"I said, wondering at my boldness as I spoke. Turning to the woman who looked alot different now than the last time I saw her, I said in a low voice,"He is here because I asked him to be. Whether or not they destroy you is inconsequential to me. But if those demons of yours are not under control and run amuck it means the end of the human population...and that does matter to me!"

Then to Tarasque,"Look that is a very interesting geneology lesson but if we dont do something...and fast, we are all toast. I suggest we turn our energies on them." I pointed to the demons that were on the verge of attacking. "Arent you supposed to have an army or something that we might use to get out of this situation?"

 

[Morgoth]

"Most interesting plan", muttered Wrathlance. "Double ranks! high captains, in front! Spears lowered! Advance and strike to kill!" ordered the Tarasque. His army, which was almost twice that of Lucifer's, converged on the renegade demons, following Wrathlance's orders. The captains were up front, using their superior skills to great advantage.

 

[Isolde]

Belinda

As Tarasque's army fall upon the disenting demons, I turned to Michael and Gabriel. "If you ever had a reason to blow that horn, now would be the time," I said to Gabriel,"I know the camp is getting ready to attack and we could use some reinforcements here. I dont know how long Tarasque's army is going to be loyal to him. Turning upon thier own kind may be too much for even them to handle and they might decide to join with him instead."

Then to Michael,"If she is not in any shape to fight, you will want to get her out of here,"I pointed to Lucifer,"She was the one who made this into a fight against humans...now it's time for human's to fight back!"

It may be unseemly for me, a mere human, to be talking to high angels like this but at this point I didnt care.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

I make my dazed way back to beside Michael and Lucifer. "Reports of my death, as the mortals are wont to say, have been greatly exaggerrated! A Fallen healed me... I don't know exactly why." Lucifer hands me back my horn. "Thank you for keeping this safe for me, milady. 'Twould seem time to call forth the forces of good, to fight alongside the Tarasque. Strange bedfellows, indeed, Lady."

I blow the clarion call, resounding throughout the worlds. The forces of good now knew that the time was upon us!

 

[Morgoth]

"Will you fight, Lucifer, or will I carry you off? Belinda is right. The only ones who will still be with me very long are the ones I led back from the Dark Flames, the ones from the mortal world, and the undead. Already the demons are starting to fight amongst themselves", said Wrathlance. With that spoken, he lifted into the air and waited for Lucifer's answer, all the while gathering power and fighting with his wings. He sent them out in all directions, wrapping them around demons or simply stabbing them through.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

"I am still a High commander angel. This is my mess...I cannot leave them to fight alone."

I stared in disbelief at Gabriel. I wanted to cry...my face softened. So incredibly glad he was alive...

Then, I got my courage back...

I drew the blood dagger from my breasts. The dagger gleaming red, my staff in my left hand. I couldn't get the staff to ignite, but the gnarled staff turned to a searing hot.

I knelt before my superior, before the angels of God.

"You should assemble before your troops. I should be no hinderance for you."

Turning, I looked at the looming tarasque. My great height and my toned body still no comparison. My dark skin sheen with a light persperation.

My hair wild around my face, My eyes flashed color. My lip quivered in disguist at the mutany.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he watched them all from atop the cliff, and waited, wishing he had someone he could go to, somthing he could do for them all, He wanted to fight, but unless attacked he could not*

*So all he could do......*


*was wait.........*

 

[Morgoth]

"Fine. Let's fight!" roared the Tarasque. Unconsciously to him, the battle-lust seeped back into him, and he flew into the battle. His sword and lanced flashed in the sun as he made fireballs and other spells with his mind alone, all the while screaming and roaring, sending his soldiers into a killing frenzy and the demons into a panic. His lieutenants swirled up around him and they moved as a triangle of death, cutting a swath through the demons.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

(ooc. Let's keep going! sheesh, add in whatever twists you want. I don't care! just get this beast goin.)

I felt pain again, I wasn't liking this new emotion or feeling. It was a high ranked demon, my captain of the armed men, his mark hit my arm.

I cried out a shriek that was all too familiar to the demons as one of power in pain. The animalistic shriek had the demons paused and staring.

Then, I saw a demon. Darkly clad. The gender unknown. A huge black cloak draped over their face and their body.

The demons bowed. I stared at the new Archangel of Hell.

 

[poohlive]

Michael aimed the bow true. The arrow shot at the one closest to Lucifer (not the new archangel). He knelt beside her, ripping his shirt and making a nice little bandage for her arm.
"Come on, we don't want anyone to see you like this," he picked her up and flew her behind the front lines. Setting her down, Michael handed her dagger back.
"I have no time to tell you that you must leave this fight, because we both know you won't anyways. But, you need to promise me you will stop trying to kill yourslelf. Please."
He drea another arrow on his bow.
"I don't want to lose you again," he let it fly.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer

I was the arrogant, stubborn, hot-headed, uncontrollable one since the beginning of time.

I wasn't about to stop, but he was right. I wanted to leave, to just be. My heart swelled as I heard him tell me he couldn't bear to lose me.

SO many confusing thoughts crossed my mind. The Tarasque, he could still rebel. I would die, my soul...I don't know where it would go. Nor what would happen. I stared at the holy white bandage, soaking through with my crimson 'blood'

I grabbed my dagger. A snarl reached my lips. I saw the cloaked one raise an arm. The army assembled. I grew angry. That was my postition. It took years to gain their trust. To learn to rule them, they were not easily taken.

Though I didn't care what would happen to the demons and the other dark creatures, They were still mine. Mine to control, mine to control their fate. I was irritated. I was jealous.

My eyes flashed red. Aiming my dagger I threw it at the looming cloaked figure. Their arm sharply lunged in front of them, grabbing the dagger before contact.

Staring at the dagger, I called upon fire to singe through it. That dagger was mine, and if it was the only thing faithful to me, then it would serve me well.


I felt powerless, but I could sense this being was new, newly created. My years were wise, and I was not going to give up. The creature aimed my dagger at me.

I felt the dagger pierce my wing, the raven black feathers scattering in the wind.

I looked to Gabriel. "Please, get the holy ones to fight."

I tore the dagger from my wing. My lip quivered in absolute hatred of this being.

I saw the Tarasque tear through dozens upon hundreds of the demons with one sweep of his enormous power. Micheal and his noble humility cleanly pierced the demons, making them vanish. Gabriel at his side, his strokes fast and unbelievable. I would not believe they existed if I had not fought them myself. They were noble warriors. I felt weak. Drawing my staff, I decided to quit reveling on the past.

I had the ways of evil in me still. The knowledge of how to use them. Now, I just had to harness them for good.

The cloaked one came towards me.

 

[Ask For More]

The Killing Angel

With a roar I flung both my arms outwards. A stream of daggers flew from my wings, slicing through the demons like paper. But more appeared, and soon I found myself fighting for my life, outnumbered and desperate.

"Gabriel! Call the army!" I shouted out, not knowing whether I would be heard or not. A demon came close to chopping my arm off, but I managed to fend him off at the last stroke. I took to the air, leaving the heaving army below, except for a few who followed me with those accursed screams. I hate that noise!

Ducking and diving, my superior flying skills made it much easier to outsmart the demons. Projectiles flew at me from all directions as those grounded lobbed their weapons at me.

 

[Moonlight_33]

oops

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

Battling the demons, who came in endless waves, seemed futile to the Archangel. He'd called for the forces of good to join battle, but they'd not yet come, and puissant as he and Michael were, as able allies as the former ArchDevils were, there were just too many on the side of evil.

Gabriel caused his sword to emit a tremendous surge of Holy Fire, forcing the attacking demons back for a moment, while he summoned his horn, which Lucifer had returned to him.

Once more, he sounded the clarion call to battle.. every creature aligned with good in the entire universe would hear his call, and know the time for battle had arrived... But who would answer the call? Who was left?

 

[poohlive]

Michael drove the sword through the demons heart.
"Go in peace my son," the drooling thing disappeared in his arms. He quickly went to the next demon, dodging a clumsy parry. They were strong warriors, but they were horrible swordsmen. With a simple thrust, the man's weapons was on the ground, and he pierced the sword deep into the demon's chest.
He fell silently to the ground, and disappeared. Just like the rest. There were hundreds, no thousands of these demons. He wiped the sweat from his brow. How many more did he have to go? He was growing weary, a young one might get a lucky shot in soon enough, but he had no time to worry about that. There was a war to finish.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ELULIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

*Was the Battle Cry heard across the field, as a Cloaked figure Spun a Large staff above it's head, striking several demons all around and Generally taking them by surprise, His Face was hidden by the cloak, as he spun the staff and drove it into the ground, suddenly it (The ground) Cracked open and began to fissure, Which Essentially began a Chain Reaction, creating fissures almost everywhere, sending demons plummiting to their dooms, He began glowing, his clothes and hair moving with an unseen light*

Get out of here NOW!! *He yelled to those who were good, SOmthing was happening, and It wasnt going to be pretty!!!*

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer

I regretted, I knew I never would say this, but I regretted building such a terribly strong army.

The captains and the winged ones were strong and old warriors. The new ones would die with a vengence, for that is what they were taught.

Clearly speaking the words of the ancients. The words flowed from my tounge like a piercing dagger. The world around me was silent, I was concentrating with the last fiber of my being. I heard nothing, saw only the muted cries and struggles of the demons. THe flash of their cruel smiles. How did I not see this before?

The last word rolled off of my tounge. This would be temporary, but I still had some hold over hell. I fell to my knees. Repeating the words. Over and Over. Over and over. The demons began to fall into the underworld. I had no control over them, but I still had control of the world of hell.

They fell slowly, as if in quicksand.

I was still Lucifer, and I would still have control. My eyes closed shut, I still heard nothing. I squeezed my eyes closed some more, shutting my wings over my body. the raven feathers pierced with bows. Yet, I was concentrating and felt nothing. I kept repeating the words.

I felt the demons lower into the underworld. Trapped, but only momentarily.

I was jolted with the piercing of a sword.

My superior healing took effect, Quickly, I flipped out my enormous wings, the arrows shooting out as if launched at that exact moment. I returned to the ground. My body slowly rocking, the words never ceasing. My wings akwardly spread above me, straight out.


Then all the sounds came rushing back to me, Only a few remained. The words were no longer coming out, I had no energy, but I mouthed them.

I looked up, weariness and dead tiredness in my eyes. My eyes rolled back into my head, I regained consciousnes immediately. Only to see the angels of my youth and the Tarasque and his army slay the ones who remained on earth.

I knew the demons would return. But I would not know when, nor how soon, or with how many. But it was still our advantage.

My eyes rolled back once again, before my world faded black.

Yet, this time, with the thought I had done something good. For the first time since I was sent from heaven. More than millions of years ago.

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance took a quick glance at Belinda and Lucifer, checking if they were all right. "Later, Killing Angel. But I will kill you. So prepare for me", he snarled, then he went into a dive for Lucfer. He saw the weaponry, and suddenly a darkness covered the sky. Green lightning flashed, and a bright light apeared far to the north. "What in all the universe is that?" cried Wrathlance. "That is nor the sign of any Daemon, Demon, monster, Angel, planeswalker, mage, or anything that I have ever heard of. But we can deal with it later. Captains, build a stretcher for Lucifer. Immedeiately. And not out of your usual materials. Out of wood and cloth", ordered Wrathlance, and his Tarasques fell into work.

 

[poohlive]

Michael watched the fissures open aruond him. This was no place to be. Quickly he ran for the other side, seeking refuge on the hill. Two demons shot up and tagged him down. He had no time to gather up his sword, and they were strong on his chest. He squirmed with little use.
The fissures created a small island, where he was now laying. Almost ironic, yet he didn't much time to think of it. The demons scratched tentavely. He felt the sores welt up with the poion on their claws. Lucifer always trained them well, she did she did.
He leaned far to the side, and threw one off. With a suddent twist he was on top of the other, a slender dagger in his arms. He plunged it deep into the demon's heart.
He fell onto the ground as it disappered. A sigh tried to escape his lips, but he didn't let it. There was a bigger problem now. The island was sinking. He glance up, walls had now emerged where once land was. He was falling down.
Others were falling as well.
He jumped to the side, clawing his way back up. The dirt crumbled at his fingertips, but somehow he found reasonable holds. Worms and maggots and snakes landed on his wings. He flapped them off unshaken.
It wasn't until the first demon stabbed him in the wing that he truly screamed. Pain surged through him, the wing, lay limp and lifeless on his right arm. He jumped, throwing the demon into the dirt wall. It hit a rather big rock and it's head splattered open. Michael outstretched his wings to land safely on the other side of the walls, but the pain hit him again.
He fell like a rock, but still had some momentum. Twenty feet down he clawed to the side. It worked. He was back on track. Eyeing the top for more surprises, Michael began to climb. It seemed like a million feet to the top. The sun, if it was the sun was only a distant light from here. Demons and angels and other evil creatures gallore were thrown down. He felt a presence making them fall. Something unseen, but not unfelt. He could feel it as well, a nice pleasent sort of tug. The dumber ones jumped willingly, but the strong fighters seemed to resist.
One of those grabbed onto him. He started kicking him, and fighting to get him off, but he couldn't. The damn thing held on tightly. He couldn't fight any more, the more he fought the looser his grip became.
The demon staid perfectly still, hoping for a ride up. Michael wanted so much to simply plunge something sharp into him, but it was no use. He could only climb, and now with a monkey on his back.
Michael fought, inch for inch. The demon breathing raspily onto his neck. In what seemed like an eternity he finally made it to the top.
"Get off of me," he growled, his hand touching the ledge.
A jerk came from the back.
"Michael?"
Michael realized it in a moment. A demon would give anything to kill him. He was the heart of this war, pure and true. IF he died...
As if to answer this question, the demon used both hands to push him off of the edge. He fought tooth and nail, but the demon was stronger, and had better leverage. With a final push he plunged into the deep abyss.
After a while, all he could see was black.

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance gave a roar of rage when he saw Michael get pushed into the abyss. He had only wanted the Killing Angel's blood. So he gathered himself up, and flew down. The demon laughed and turned around, only to scream only last time as a dagger went through it's eye. Wrathlance and the lieutenants that were not creating Lucifer's stretcher fought like well, demons. They stood at the edge, always backing away when a new section of ground splintered off, and killed every demon that tried to escape. The angels were let out, but it was a killing hole for the demons.

 

[Neale]

Gabriel

"Michaaaaaeeeeel!!!" Gabriel screamed, as he saw his leader, friend, and brother since time began, plunge into the Abyss. Unfortunately, the Archangel was totally beset by several of the most powerful demons, and could only watch, helplessly, as Michael vanished from view. Unleashing his full fury, he beat back the demons, disrupting their very essences with Heavenly Fire from his blazing sword, which had once barred humanity from the Garden.

Once free from their press, he flew to the Abyss, where he saw Wrathlance dive ahead of him, evidently after Michael... Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of yet another disaster: the demon Captains set to guard and protect Lucifer were being slaughtered wholesale by some new terror. Torn by indecision, Gabriel hovered.

"Wrathlance!" he screamed, "save Michael! I go to Lucifer's aid!" and flew like an arrow to support the Captains in their defense of the former Queen of Hell.