The Battle of Good Vs. Evil

[LAVA GODDESSS]

LUCIFER:

I roared in frustration as I felt one of my angels had allowed the angel of Peace to get away.

I sent half of a ground troop, to obtain the angel.

I roared in frustration. I turned to Wrathlance, "You have your orders to head the units in New York."

I turned away.

I stormed back. I decided that a walk would be good for my temper.

A long walk.

 

[Toku]

Raphael

When Ambrosia reaches out to him he takes her hand and sqeeuzes it a bit, when she looks at him he smiles at her. He had lost a lot of energy, and could barely move, but he never loses his smile.

"Well hello sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?" he said with a soft voice, he could not speak harder, "and after that, tell me what happened and what should be done."

 

[bobo_daclown]

John Lyndon:

"Nice place you got here," I mumble as I get out of the car. I look around at the weaponry and vast assortment of supplies, "Other than camp out, any big plans?"



Gabriel:

With the last of the angelic force through the rift, the doorway from heaven to earth closes shut. As the captains approach me, I inform them of our current situation, "You need to guard the theater at any cost.... Ultimately, the goal is to destroy Lucifer. Inform you men to set up camp at once, but keep them from getting to comfortable."

I whip my head around at the most interesting noise.

 

[PmTick]

Frank

"Hmm, must not have been Gabriel," Peter stated. "Good, last thing I need is Lydon on my back." Frank walked down the street toward a large fountain. "Wait a minute, Frank jump in the fountain!" "What?" Before Frank new it his legs again betrayed him as he flew toward the water in the fountain. He clinched his eyes, expecting to feel cold water but instead felt intensly hot.

Frank found himself in a small cave overlooking the interior of Lucifer's stomping grounds in hell. "I've just recieved word that Lucifer is away from her throne, she's vungerable now, we can kill her!" Frank held the sniper rifle close to him as he saw the most gorgeous blond he had ever seen walk down the hall. "There shoot her Frank!" "Are you crazy, that can't be Lucifer, she's hot!" "It's an illusion, here I shoot her." "No you can' t just take over my body and have me kill someone let alone a beautiful woman!" "Are you crazy Frank?" Frank and Peter wresteled over his body for a few minutes before falling to the ground and landing right in front of Lucifer. She looked down at him as he cracked a smile, "...I suppose your phone number is out of the question.."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Ambrosia:

I began to rise. "Peace." that is all I said about my mission. "Because of you, the world will be safe. Thank you."

I rose from the bed. I had to find Lucifer, soon. Very soon. I couldn't take away her chaos if she continued to grow stronger.


I had to avoid Michael, he would try to stop me. I had to go. I kissed Raphael gently on the lips.

I began to walk.


LUCIFER:

I had been walking amongst the humans, disguised, when I heard the voices of a few. Are they that stupid? do they think I cannot hear them? do they not know I am the creator of all evil, therefore any evil thought is mine to read?

I sighed. I walked by, as a tall leggy blonde, stunning. Many may have recognized me, my facial features and such stayed the same, only my hair and my complexion had lightened to a pale beauty.

I was insulted at the remark that Lucifer was ugly.

I changed back, my dark hair and wings sprung forth, fire danced at the tip of my staff as well as my wings.

"So, you say this Lucifer is ugly?" my lip curled in a snear.


"Take a long look boys, it is your last here on earth."

I lifted the one who lay at my feet with a long perfect nail, to see eye to eye.

"Decapitation? or flaming death?"

 

[PmTick]

Frank vs St. Peter - Proposition for Lucy

OOC: For clarification Frank and Peter are one persone. Frank is a career criminal posessed by St. Peter. Frank doesn't agree with what St. Peter has him do all the time so he's constantly arguing with himself. Now, St. Peter wants to attack Lucifer but Frank of course doesn't want to.

Frank's feet dangled as Lucifer held him high up in the air, "Way to go Peter, I suppose you can't use your heavinly powers to get us out of this can you?" "Actually..." Frank felt a rush go through his body as St. Peter took over. Frank's eyes glowed blue as Peter gave him the strength to pull Lucifer's fingers from his throat. Peter than spoke, "I have the power of christ by my side Lucifer, I can end this war by destroying you right here right now. But instead I have a proposition for you.." Frank interuppted, "Wait a minute, your supposed to be a good guy what are you doing?" "I will aide you in your battle if you grant me permanant use of this body!" Frank objected, "Wait a minute!! First off, he's the guy that wanted we to shoot you just now I kept saying 'hey she's hot leave her alone' but he's all fire and brimstone. Second, let's face it I'm a crook, i'll probably wind up here in a few years anyways why not let me enjoy the next couple of years?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Only one plan. I intend to Survive this war. I hate working with most people. But I figure if im going to live to see tomorrow, that means fighting back. HARD. Choose some weapondry and load it up. We're gonna go recuit a few badasses, Then we're gonna take the fight to the Devil herself.

*He was fiddling with some sort of Ghostbusters like weapon*

Experimental. Stole it from some plainsuit FBI agent by total accident. Dont even know how to work the damn thing.

*he set it down and turned to the cop and glared*

The way I Figure it, everyone isnt dead yet because there were a shitload of people who didnt believe in God or Any of that. So If we can get evryone to STOP Believing that they're really gods and they can be beaten, Then we'll win. I jus' have No idea how teh go about doing that to six billion people.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

LUCIFER:

I grinned at St. Peter. "Apparently you arrogant, self-righteous, waste of heavenly soul...you didn't read Revelations. "

I turned away, almost speaking to myself, "What on earth is He allowing to go on? All downhill...just all downhill."

I turned back to him, "I have exactly ONE thousand years to reign. You couldn't kill me if you tried. Here, " a huge dagger appeared in his hand.

"Go ahead, that is my dagger, the exact one I used in the rebellion in heaven." My eyes flashed, he seemed confused.

I snapped my fingers, before me came one of the angels of God. "Hello there." I let the dagger float to him, the angel just looked at me.

"I assume you know St. Peter. Now, little angel, please, go ahead, cut out my still beating heart." I laughed morbidly.

I turned to St. Peter, I licked my lips.

The angel hesitated, "HERE." I said impatiently, I took his hand, plunging the dagger into my heart, smiling bigger as I began to carve around my heart. The angel took courage and decided this was his chance to end the war, my heart in his hand.

I snapped my fingers, the angel dissapeared. I pulled the dagger out, I ripped a hole, where the dagger went through. "Oh, look at that. Nothing." I looked to the heart on the floor, nothing their either.

He seemed very confused, "One thousand years St. Peter, too bad Good Ole Lord didn't anticipate my power increasing either. "

"You can not kill me. It just won't and can't happen, God ordained it. As for your little proposition."

I flicked my finger through his golden hair. "why on earth would you want to serve me? and betray him? don't even think of lying, remember who I am."

I laughed.

(ooc. she is satan, she has to be morbid. *shrug*)

 

[Sweetp4u]

Eve

She had drove through the city, picking up those who were fleeing. She took them with her to the school, stopping now and then to gather bedding and supplies. She drove a little easier down the hallway of the school this time, and parked. She led the new comers to the bomb shelter. They formed a line, and passed things from one to the other, until the truck was unpacked and in the shelter. Eve was weary, and just wished this was already over. The next thousand years was going to be a long one. These people here, didn't know her from jane doe, but they listened to her. She could see the hoplessness in there eyes, the desolution, the fear. The mother sat in the corner, hugging her daughter to her. Eve went to her first.
"We have bedding and other things, would you help me set them up? Starting with your bed of course." She smiled warmly at the woman, and helped her rise. "If you have faith, all will be well. Just have to believe is all." The woman nodded her head, but she could see that she didn't truly believe this.
"Your name ma'am? I am Eve" She held out her hand.
"Mureen, and my daughter is Sara. Pleased to meet you Eve"
She tried to sound cheerful, but found it hard to so. Eve didnt blame her, It was hard to keep up hope if they did not understand the why's of life.
Eve assigned different people to different duties. Some were to make a kitchen, others made beds. Some set up the weapons and matched ammo with the correct gun. Some walked through the huge underground shelter, looking over other things that were there. Some went up into the school's lunch room and carried down bulk food. Some, who knew how to use weapons were dispatched around the school interior to guard. A few other women had arrived while Eve was away, and they helped set this little community underground, into a homey looking place. Some men hung up curtains between area's for people to sleep. Eve herself watched, took notes of their hopes and dreams, listened to conversations, and tried to encourage them.
She wouldnt be here long, she did not want them becoming to dependant on her. She would train them, and move on to help others. She couldnt stay and only help a few, when there was a world out there of people needing the same help. She was thankful that she wasnt the only angel assigned to this possition. She wouldnt be able to handle more than the east coast, she wasnt wonder woman.
Sighing, she sat down on a fifty pound bag of potatoes, and wondered what she was actually going to accomplish down here?
Little Sara came over and sat on her lap, her child eyes looking over Eve's face.
"Yer Purdy" She smiled at Eve.
"Thank you sara, so are you." Eve smiled back.
"Does mommy know yer an angel?"
"Well Sara, I am nice, but ..." She couldnt lie to the child so she hugged her and said Thank you.
"Go on and play sara with your new doll." Sara waved and ran off skipping along the concrete floor.

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance roared out orders, battle sword in hand. "Units four, five and two, western flank! Units three and seven protect the siege works! Hurry up! We need heavy support!" He turned to a Tarasque. "Stay here. Me and the others are going into battle", he ordered, strapping on his helm. He took to the air, the other High Daemons swarming the sky around him. They tore into enemy lines a hot knife through butter, slicing apart everything in their path. Wrathlance laughed in delight as he grabbed a High Angel and disarmed him. "Keep him safe!" he shouted to a Tarasque. The sortie was over. They had captured 3 high angels. They flew back to their lines slowly, lazily. As soon as Wrathlance arrived he took a horn and blew 10 notes on it. His forces fell back. "I have a proposition, Michael!" he roared over the rooftops. "Watch your friends die!" he bellowed as he took one of the high angels and neatly tore an arm off. He broke the angel's jaw, and pushed the arm down his espohagus, killing him with his own arm. "How does it feel to know you're next?" he asked the next high angel, a young one. The angels fear was evident. Across the 200 yards or so that seperated the two armies, both sides watched, one with delight, the other in disgust, as horrible deaths were executed on the high angels. Some younger soldier angels charged at Wrathlance, screaming vengeance. He put up a hand and a searing inferno roared into existence. It dissapeared almost instantly. The angels flew around in the air, trying to beat the flames out and slowly, one by one, dying horribly painful deaths. Wrathlance took the horn and blew a single note on it and the demons charged once more. Wrathlance retired happily to his tent, leaving the battle in the hands of his most able commander.

 

[poohlive]

Michael pulled on her hand, looking at her turn around towards him.
"Ambrosia, it really is you, isn't it? What are you doing here? I didn't know God was putting you down here. I thought you would be more helpful in heaven."
Suddenly, someone began calling for him, bellowing to be precise. He shrugged it of, looking at her in all candidness.
"I want to talk to you about this, maybe we can help each..."
"I HAVE A PROPOSITION MICHAEL!"
He growled low in his throat.
"Listen, Amborsia, I need to go work. Please don't leave."
He knew she would though, whatever God had told her, obviously clashed with his own plans. Otherwise God wouldn't have told him about it. What in the hell is wrong with this war? Lucifer is off her rocker with power and greed, God is going behind his back to set plans out, and he is caught in the middle unsure what his team is doing, and even more unsure as to what Lucifer is up to.
He didn't want to complain though. In all fairness, God knew what he was doing. He was just here to do his job the best he could.
He flew up to the rooftop, looking at the monster from across the way. Apparently the demons were going to fight this thing head on. Good, made it a whole lot easier.
"Ok then," he motioned to Gabriel, who wasn't far away, "Here's what we're going to do. I want you to lead you're best team and capture that huge monster leader type guy. That twenty foot thing, alive if possible, but dead is all right as well. Have the rest of them simply counter attack head on. Let's make them think we have no idea what we're doing. Oh, and inform Raphael that we're..."
He stopped, he could do that himself.
"Hurry up, in a few more minutes, we'll be the ones who are ambushed."
Flying back down, Michael met up with Raphael, "We need to get moving. The demons know where we are and a huge battle is coming. As soon as you can, get everything out of here. On the verge of the city possibly, some place that is inconspi... I trust your judgement, just hurry it up."
Michael sighed, wiping the sweat from his eyes. Being a leader wasn't easy.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Gabriel:

As Michael flies away, I call forward the captains of several of the units. "Prepare for counter-attack. Draw your swords, your guns, and your souls, and destroy the enemy."

With that, I flew down to unit four and met with the commander in private. After several minutes of deliberate planning, we finally solve a little problem (at least in theory) and gather the men to destroy Wrathlance.

Boldly, I decide to lead the men in their covert role as assasins, though I am certain that it will not be covert for very long.

As a Autumn breeze, two score (40) angels flew just above the streets, aiming for one of the entrances to Hell. At that speed, none could see our divine passage.

At the entrance to Hell, we stop, looking at the guards standing there. I draw my sword and move forward, sure that the others will follow.


John Lyndon:

Understanding the rouge's rough shelter and his plans, I decide to also inform him of how to use the weapon. "It's just like the one I used against that demon. You point and click, like any gun. Hold down the trigger until this meter shows green. Then, You need to throw a containment unit under the demon and push the button. One thing, though: It won't kill anything. It just traps them inside the unit, unable to do anything unless someone opens the doors."

With that, I point into my car at the weapons in the backseat, "I think I can manage with these. We taking my car again?"

 

[PmTick]

Frank slowly awoke, "Aww...where the fuck are we?... My head is killing me...." "We're in heaven Frank, I'm sorry." "Wait isn't that good news, I mean these are your pals let's get some recruits togethor and blast that hot bitch to..um...you get what I mean." "No you don't understand, we've been pulled up to heaven because of my actions, we're to face a tribunal of angels." "WE?? WE??? What about me? I'm not in control here and your fucking everything up!!!" At that moment a booming voice interupted them, "SILENCE!!!" Frank was confused, "Is that," "No you can't hear the voice of gone it's the Metatron." "THE HOLY TRIBUNAL HAS HEARD YOUR CASE," Frank again was confused, "What when the hell did," "I already plead, keep it down." "AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF ATTEMPTING TO BETRAY HEAVEN AND CONSPIRACY, YOU ARE NOW EXILED FROM HEAVEN!!!" Frank began feeling a falling sensation, "Wait, Peter if we've just been kicked out of heaven and hell doesn't want us were do we wind up?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Alexander Dragonheart, The Rebel

*He flashes a Very determined grin at the cop, and slings the Rifle part of it into the backpack, and picks up a particularly large Duffle bag, it seemed weighted down with a whole crudload of stuff, he patted it lovingly, and nodded*
Yeah, If that thing is a police Cruiser, there isnt much else here thats Faster. Unless you wanna take my Hum-vee? That thing is built like a farging tank, Has quite a bit of storage space and is still pretty fast. S'up to you.

*He Was picking up several large boxes of somthing, and handing them to the cop*

Explosive Shells. I got about fifty of them. And that is -it- man.

*He nodded fiercly, and leaned on a wall as he waited for the cop to decide what vehical to take*

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

AMBROSIA:

I watched him, go, I too had to leave before he met his death.

I fell to my knees once again in prayer, "Take me, with your strength, upon your wings."

I looked to everyone around me, they were staring, "peace and God be with you."

I dissappeared, and appeared in a lush park, right in the middle of chaotic New York.

I had to find Lucifer and fast. As we speak a very familiar angel began to lead his troops into hell.

But Lucifer appeared before him, he slammed into her.

I rushed towards the gateway. I had to stop him, no more death, only peace.

LUCIFER:

I heard the sounds of war, I decided to change my path. But certainly not before deciding that I would take St. Peter up on his offer, it would certainly surprise smug ole Michael.

Suddenly St. Peter was hurled to my feet. "mmm...nice, I love it when men grovel." I said to no one in particular. I hauled Peter up.

"We are going to see MIchael. " I looked into his eyes, "Cast from heaven? " I felt his pain.

I actually let emotion show. A tear fell down my cheek. "Come with me. We will make them pay."

 

[PmTick]

Frank found himself being carried by Lucifier again. "Hey listen, no offense but there's no reason to drag me into this, literally. If you could extract Petey from me and send me on my way I would reallly appreciate it." Peter interuppted, "Frank we can't be seperated." "Why not?" "If someone is possesed for more than a year then the possesion is permanant." "I've only been possesed for 2 days though." "No you haven't, I shut you off until it was safe for me to stay in your body." "You sneaky bastartd, I won't let you get away with this." "I already have Frank, soon you'll be totally eliminated and I will own this body."

Frank reached behind his back and pulled out his backup pistol. He wrapped his hands around Lucifer's neck and fired a round in back of her head. She thrashed for a bit but quickly tossed Frank across the street. Frank not only hit the building across the street but he went through the building. Lucifer walked away as Frank rived in pain for a moment. Peter was less than happy, "What the hell did you do that for?" "Your not dragging me down to hell again." "Do you realize that without my presence you would have been dead?" "Yup, if your content on screwing me for all eternity, than you've got to live with me." Suddenly a lound noise interuppted his train of thought, "What the hell is that noise?" "When a soul can't go to heaven and can't go to hell it get's pulled by the shadows into limbo." At that moment a pack of shadow beasts (think Ghost) grabbed Frank and began to drag him down to Limbo.

 

[Angelus]

Cristian looked down at what remained of the shadow beasts and demons that Lucifer had sent after him and knew that he was truly alone. There was no way that he could go back to her with the good that was now in his soul and he couldn't go to Michael and the others or he would be destroyed. He flew away from the front of the church, his soul calling out at all the carnage that he had caused.

Suddenly he felt a great shock of evil and stopped in the air then looked left and right to find it. He then realized what it was, someone was being taken to Limbo and with a shock he realized who it was, St. Peter! He began to fly as fast as he could towards whre he could find them and with a shock saw that Lucifer was there but he had to save the person that was St. Peter. He flew towards the ground and landed then ran to where St. Peter was.

"Grab my hand! I can help you but only if you can grab my hand!" Cristian shouted out. He had to help St. Peter out of this predicament and he knew that it would more than likely cause his death but he was willing to sacrifice himself now..... he had to save this person more than anything.

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance sniffed. "Angel", he growled low in his throat. He got off the bed and grabbed the sword. He stepped out wuickly and roared for the Tarasques. "Close the portals!" he roared out. This they did amazingly fast, not wanting to bring forth his anger. Get yourselves armed. I smell angels. Strong ones. I have no idea where the Hell they are, but they're around here somewhere. And when I find them, I'm going to kill them more painfully than the last batch. "Call back the assault! Get some spectral towers raised and build a force wall. I want no angels within the perimeter of this army!" His orders were executed quickly. They didn't seal off either flank nor the rear, however. Wrathlance hovered in the air, black tentacles waving and coiling as the Tarasques floated around him, armed to the teeth.

 

[poohlive]

The demons were running, heading for the deadly attack. Michael stood, silent, watching the entire array. Then without warning, the demons simply turned around, going back.
"They must know of the special group," he moved to the head of the angel groups.
"Listen, Brothers, attack with all your might. They will not get back to hell!"
The angels came, with great force, digging into the army from hell. It was much easier, considering they were retreating. Since they were lowly demons, they couldn't think too much for themselves. They just kept running as his angels kept cutting them down.
Michael flew down, looking at the entrance to hell. It had been closed, dozens of demons scrambled for his very position.
"Come and get it," he said, his sword drawn. Cut, after cut, after cut, slash, parry, twist, kick, even a couple of those three stooge's things, where he grabbed their noses and hit them really hard.
They laid around him, in a pile of blood. He was soaked, drecnhing with it. There was only happiness on his face though. He had been wanting to relieve some tension from all this. Finally, Michael was getting better. Wiping his blade clean, he sheathed it.
"Come," he called to the angels, "Back to the camp. Tear it down, and bring as much as you can to wherever Raphael has begun to move things. Not you, a couple of you," he waved to the crowd in a general area, "go to a local hospital and grab what you can. Beds, supplies, drinks, anything and everything that will be helpful. Go now!"
He bent down, looking at the entrance.
"Be safe Gabriel, my prayers are with you and your men."

 

[bobo_daclown]

John Lyndon:

Looking at the inquisitive man, I nod, "I'll drive." With that, I jump into the cruiser and crank the engine. As I put the car into reverse, the engine stalls. A large 'crin-ack' sound follows and smoke bellows up from around the blue and white hood.

"On second thought, let's take the Hummer, that demon did some damage to this car." I hop into the passenger seat, secretly happy that I wouldn't need to follow his terrible directions.


Gabriel:

Only a few of my men had followed me through the portal when suddenly, the mechanical clicks began and the portal closed swiftly.

Now, on the Hell side, with only a squad of eight other angels, I move through the tunnel deeper into hell. We each have our swords unsheathed and they glow with holy light. Our armor glistens from the luminescent swords.

"Anyone know where to go from here," I look at the three branches that proceed forward. On the left, a tunnel heads slightly upward. On the right, one that heads slightly downward. And, center, a tunnel that leads straight ahead. All of the tunnels are poorly lit and I would continue downward unless one of the angels speaks up.

 

[PmTick]

Frank grabbed Cristian's hand but the shadows were pulling him in harder. He held on with all his strength until his hand finally slipped and he was sucked into Limbo.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Hey Lava, just out of curiostiy what made Lucifier more powerful of the sudden? I mean you figure for thousands of years there has been a balance, what tipped it?

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance sniffed again. "Do I smell a Michael?" he grinned. He lifted into the sky and the Tarasques followed him. He slowly approached, black tentacles curling around everything and making an unescapable net of power.

 

[poohlive]

Michael turned, watching as the demon descended.
"I knew you'd pull something as idiotic as this."
He raised his arms.
"Come!"
The angels, nearly the entire fleet began to fall. Almost a hundred for each of the huge demons. It would be a bloody fight, many would perish, but in the end he would be victorious. It was simply a matter of time. Another of the giant beasts fell to the ground, as angels crawled off of him, running and flying to help the others.
"You do realize you can run back to your little leader, and call this a defeat," he raised his sword, "Or you could go for all of the marbles and fight and die right now."
He cocked his eyebrow, watching the thing look at the other angels, covered in blood, wanting a taste of Wrathlance for themselves.
"Hold back," he cried out, "I want this one to choose his own fate."

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Sorry Aneguls, your more than welcome to make a rescue in a little bit, I've got an idea first.

After floating in the endless vortex known as Limbo for what seemed like an eternity, Frank finally landed on a piece of rock that was suspended in mid-air. For the first time since this whole mess started, he didn't hear St. Peter in his head and he had complete control of his entire body.

Hours later he saw a few other lost souls stranded on floating rocks. One of them dressed as a midevil knight, spoke to him, "You are the thief aren't you?" "What?" "It is written in the lost book of time that a thief will aide the holy in defeating the minions of hell." "Well I guess I'm the thief than, but do me a favor call me Frank." "Frank, what a peculiar name." "Well I guess it is if you haven't been alive for 300 years, what do they call you?" "I am St. George the Dragon Slayer." "Hey I remember hearing about you in bible school, your a pretty big hero what the hell are you doing here?" "After serving the lord for years I was exiled after accidently killing an angel." "How did that happen?" "I really don't want to talk about it, I have had an eternity to think about my sin and will remain hear for another eternity. Why are you here?" "My head is currently being rented out by St. Peter who recently tried to convert to the dark side but was shut down by Lady Lucy herself and then exiled here." "What a shame, Peter used to be such a staunch ally of the lord, may I speak to him." "Well this may sound weird George but I haven't heard him in my head since I got here."

20 minutes ago:

Frank grabbed Cristian's sleave, trying to keep himself to be dragged down into the abyss. Peter knew there was no way Frank would make it, he needed to make a quick escape. Peter left Frank's body materializing behind Cristian. After the gateway to Limbo closed, Peter hit the back of Cristian's head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him out. Peter started to walk towards hell to join Lucifier, positive he would be accepted for his actions.