The Battle of Good Vs. Evil...

[Morgoth]

"Aye!" roared wrathlance. He was not just about to let Michael, a new ally, be dragged down to the Dark Flames where he had resided for 666 years. Wrathlance caught up, but barely. The portal was sucking everything down only 200 feet away. The Lord of the Tarasques picked up Michael, and with much effort began to fly up. He then had a new idea. Instead of simply flying, he stabbed his wings into the rock walls and climbed with them, killing any demon or angel who tried to fall on him. "Sorry, Michael, but if I let those angels live they'd have a worse time down there", he said pointing down.

 

[poohlive]

"Not exactly," Michael said, pushing away from the being. He gave him a sharp kick in the stomach as well.
"I am having the worst time, seeing my fellow subjects killed for no reason than your arrogent attitude."
He flew down, as close to the portal as he dared and scooped a hurt angel in his arms. He clung onto the side, the portal was stronger down here. It rang in his ears, and was hard to resist, but he did somehow. Michael helped the man, using some of his own powers to heal the deep cut in the angel's side. How dare that man kill so blindly. There was no need to cut the herd simply because it looked like a good idea.
He would have liked to kill him, that would have been a good idea, but he restrained himself. Unfortunately, not everyone could have the willpower to know when it is better not to fight. The angel appeared to be healthy, and began climbing up. Michael didn't, he stayed down there, watching for a friend. His wing screamed pain every time he glided from one side to the other catching someone, but it couldn't be helped. He used energy for the cuts that that warlord kept sufficing on his fellow servants. His power was merely gone, his sword had been lost through the portal, and he could actually feel his body shutter every time he resisted the portal.
Romank, one of his best friends fell with an unpromising tear in his wing. Michael grabbed him, and set him onto the side. He used the last bit to heal him. Now, hanging onto the wall was almost too much to bear.
He couldn't fall though, he mustn't.
In an instant his body began climbing up, he took one step, then two... then stopped. He was already out of breath, even clinging here was getting too him. There wasn't much he could do except stay perfectly still.
That would have been ok, except for the crevices which had once kept opening up were now beginning to close. The earth which had once been broken apart was now mending itself. Michael saw this, and climbed up again. He had to leave, even if his strength was gone, he would still have to make this. His wing screamed at him, his legs beckoned him, and even his own head was telling him to simply let go, but he would not. HE had never given up on himself, and he wasn't about to now.
With a vengeance he climbed for survival.

 

[Morgoth]

"You know, you really are too nice sometimes. And unforgiving. Just let me carry you up", said wrathlance appearing beehind Michael and extending all of his tentacles into the walls. He picked Michael up. "Now, don't go wasting any more energy. Trust me, it's better if I kill the angels at least, before they fall through. Trust me, I was down there for 666 years of unending torment and slavery. The demons can reside there until they die there, for all I care. But I have chnaged sides now, and am with you. And let me tell you, death will seem like hope to them down there. So just let me do what I can to ease their suffering. And don't kick me again, either", growled Wrathlance, one of the tentacles coming out of the wall and wrapping around Michael. Then, Wrathlance continued his steady climb up.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Lucifer.

I lunged forward as I saw my beloved fall over the edge. "Nooooooooooooooo" my words meant to come out as a scream came out as a faded whisper.

I felt like dieing. The stretcher they had me on was a symbol of my weakness.

I stumbled off, clutching my heart as if my very soul was the one aching. I fell down at the edge. Staying there, tetering, I looked for him. I saw him inching up, an accomplice with him.


The sight of him struggling, the sight of my friends in turmoil, I lost it . Groaning, the ground shook again, this time, swallowing up any evil spirits or evil incantations. "May hell unmercilessly torment you." I vowed.

I saw a few of the demons still in the great void, trying to get to the two of them. I looked over at Gabriel. Pleading with my eyes. I coughed. Bracing myself, I hated being weak. I hated myself.

How did I get them into this, I meant well, only everything I touch is disaster.

I sent a fiery hand from hell to grab the demons from the sides of the pits to send them to hell.

"Hurry, " I knew they couldn't hear me, but I couldn't hold open the gates of hell for much longer, and the demons were coming back. The archers of God had taken down the flying beasts.

I fell unconscious in the prayer position, my body slumped over my folded knees. My wings laying limply, spread out, the feathers dimming and their sheen escaping. The wind ruffled the feathers.

 

[Morgoth]

Finally, one of Wrathlance's tentacles shot over the edge, and impaled itself in the ground. "Don't shoot!" he shouted, "I bear Michael". Their heads cleared at about the same time, Wrathlance's tentacle traveling out to set him on the ground. A few seconds later, Wrathlance followed. But instead of setting himself down on his feet, he continued to walk on the tentacles, like a spider. One tentacle reached down and wrapped around Lucifer, picking her up. Wrathlance pointed his finger, and a bed appeared out of nowhere. Wrathlance bounded over to it, and set Lucifer down on it. "Anyone who approaches this bed without my orders shall feel the stinging of my sword!" he snarled to all of the survivors. He instead, extended his tentacles, and surveyed around the camp. One reached and lifted up Belinda and brought him to the bed. "Belinda, you wouldn't happen to be a healer, would you?" asked Wrathlance hopefully.

 

[Neale]

[Edited by Neale on 04-01-2001 at 11:21 AM]