Wetwork

[Morgoth]

OOC: Cats: Mostly, from what I've read, most demons can't go on holy ground period. But Wrathlance, can, and that, for him at least, would be like stepping inside of a furnace where a shitload of fanatics hack at him with flaming scimitars. Basically, if he spends about 5 minutes on holy ground, he's dead. And no ressurecting. He'll just be sent to the Dark Flames(PM me if you want more information) to burn for eternity. Also, angels may not be allowed to attack normal demons and humans, but it's Wrathlance hunting season. On top of that, if killed violently enough by a human, he'll be sent back to Hell. Hey PMTick. Sorry I've been gone so long. Life has a price, you know? And yes, you are correct on Wrathlance's background. I've actually sold him to this one kid I met in a chat room. I sold all the information and his personality for about $50. I don't know why the hell the kid wanted it, though. It's not like he would be writing a book.

IC: Wrathlance awoke hungry. He reached across the bed and grabbed an enormous piece of pegasus meat and bit into it, savoring the flavor. He ate slowly, tasting each little chew. He followed it up with an enormous goblet of wine. He stood up, stretching, nodding as his joints cracked. Fastening his breastplate and scabbard, he stalked out of the room. "No need to have wings right now", he muttered to himself. The Incubus tried to greet him, but Wrathlance just walked out. In but a few minutes, he had arrived at the Cathedral. An extra step and he lunged back, his leg feeling as if it was about to fall off. He sensed something in the air, something familiar. A known scent. He lifted his handsome face and sniffed. Again. Something about it... Aha! He wheeled about. He saw her. Celst. The name brought some bile up from his stomach. Had she noticed him? Most likely. He wasn't very subtle. His eyes glared at her, as if daring her to flee. Wrathlance walked slowly, letting the realization of who he was sink in. And what he could do. But not now. Now, he wanted something else. "I'm surprised you didn't say hello. You never call, you never write. You know how I just love to keep in touch", he growled low, the child backing off quickly, in good sense. His hand strayed to his sword, but it only pawed at the hilt, it was nothing more than habit, and Celst knew it.

 

[Khadgar]

OOC:

just a pint of interest, but if Wrathlance is a male, why would he have incubi around him? i mean unless their drawing woment for him, would he rather have succubi. well.... unless he swings that way. but yeah, just found it.... odd

 

[cats]

Celst

OOC: Deamonology who needs it. Okay so it would be handy right now but um, I got whats happening.

IC: I sat there watching the boy atempt to close the door on the grunt. I'm suprised he hasn't started fireing most of hell's humans aren't that subtle. I noticed something to the right. It was Wrathlance. Damn humans and him, hell is done fooling around.

He said a few words grunted and grabed the helt of his sword. I thought out loud "Damn, he must still be mad about me dumping him. 1000 years and he still isn't over it." I smiled, I hoped that had some charm on him still. One thought lingered at the back of my mind, I'm fucked over now.

"Um, is satan still mad about that enire preist went hevean instead of hell thing. You know maybe he needs a hobby. I hear golf is fun." Golf, where the hell did that come from. If I was going to sujest a hobby I could atleaast come up with one thats fun. Besides Tiger Woods already sold his sole to get as good as he is.

"If this is about dumping you.......... Well after you transformed into that big beast with tenticles what did you think I would do. Sex with tenticle aleins may be good in Japenese comics but, I don't think its fun." Hell what type of person did like tenticle rapes. Come to think of it I did used to watch it when I lived in hell. It didn't seem all that bad given the torture I would go threw if he killed me now.

OOC: Let me know if that romance thing buged you.

 

[KillerMuffin]

The Colonel frowned and kept his ears peeled. He could feel the Hellspawn staring at him. Fucking good for nothing angels. He could sure use one right now.

"My name is Just. I'm here to see Bishop Halloran." He tossed a glance over his shoulder. "Before they do."

The boy guarded the door with the ferocity of a dimunitive pit bull.

"We've got company boys. Alpha formation, protect sequence Jesus Christ." The boy seemed displeased with him. "I'm not taking his name in vain, boy. Gideon sent me."

Gideon would be an asshole and not show the hell up when he was needed.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Gideon leaned against the brick of the cathedral and doffed his hat toward the clustering demons. He waved jauntily at Wrathlance and shifted his weight. The Colonel couldn't see him, he was awfully blind for a human in the Service.

Wrathlance was something of a worry. What was he doing here? He couldn't be after the Blood, too. What could he possibly do with it? Gideon slouched non-chalantly to hide his nervousness. This wasn't good at all. As soon as the Colonel had passed into safety, he'd head up to HQ and have a chat with Gabriel, Wrathlance's opposite.

He tossed his eyes heavenward with a brief prayer. It didn't take long for some reinforcements to show up and take up perimeter positions. With Wrathlance you never could tell. Gabriel wasn't going to like this at all.

Thank God the Christblood wasn't here.

 

[Firesprite]

Kael

Curiosity overcoming fear Kael replied "Your name is Just? Just what? Who's Gideon? You on a mission from God or something?"

Peering past the man in the door Kael looked around. The street was still empty, but there was something...... Kael knew he wouldn't want to be out there alone tonight.. there was something.... bad in the air.

"There aint no-one out there mister. Why are you swearing up your sleeve? The is a homeless shelter 3 blocks down on your left, you can get some dinner there if you want, maybe someone can help you there."

Stepping back, Kael again tried to shut the door, but the strange man had put his foot in the narrowing gap.

 

[cats]

Celst

I was about ready to run in fear. A deamon with wrathlance's stregth was a big threat. But then those damn agels interfeared. They used a powerful spell to hold us. The only damn problem was I wanted keep the blood from wrath lance and now I was peralzed and that spell wouldn't hold wrathlance long. Yep like ussal those angels fucked things up.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Okay, Cats: No problem here.
Khadgar: There are Succubus there. Just that the Incubus is a lieutenant, an aide almost. So he tries to suck up.

IC: "No, I'm not still mad about that. I need information", he said, not paying any attention to the angels. "Come with me. I assure you protection. After all, I wouldn't need to lie, now would I?" he grinned evilly.

 

[Khadgar]

OOC:

gotcha

 

[PmTick]

Haus opened the package in his room. He always mailed his equipment to himself, never had a problem. Unpacking the sniper rifle and scope he took a deep breathe, embracing the smell of a freshly unpacked gun. He always took an assortment of guns with him but the sniper rifle is his favorite.

A puff of smoke appeared behind him, Haus didn't need to turn around to know Nadic had entered the room. "Haus you have not made any progress yet." "I told you demon, this operation is very delicate, need to stake out the place for at least two weeks, know the security and good vantage points." "Just get your German ass to Rome in the next couple days." Nadic disappeared in another puff of smoke. He knew I was right nad that burned him up inside. A smile formed across my face as I thought about how pissed off the demon probably was now.

 

[Kelson]

OOC) I got the impression it is night out...I hope I'm right

IC)
Kelson slipped slowly out of his coffin, stretching one side as the other held the scrap of paper. The vial was a very interesting relic...perhaps a write-off though. Humans are ingenuously prone to destroying things of value. However, hunger comes first...as always.

A black shadow swept through the streets silently, its victim yet to be chosen...but its destination assured. There was a nice club not 3 blocks away (and thus only 1 block away from the cathedral).

 

[Khadgar]

Viet

Viet had been watching from behind the shadows the whole time. it seamed the demons had left, and so has the angel. all that was left was the boy an- he felt a strange tingling in the back of his mind. something was aproaching. it seemed the man would force his way in. and what was aproachng wasn't friendly.

Viet melded into the wall and dissapeared. for now

 

[Morgoth]

Arise thread, arise! You are far too good to lie in these pits of discarded threads. So I bid you arise!

 

[Firesprite]

OOC:

Thank God the Christblood wasn't here.

If the Christblood isn't here, where is it? I'm going to have trouble moving my altar boy to a new location unless someone abducts me...

 

[cats]

ummmmmm

Is this story still going?????????

 

[Firesprite]

not sure. I'm waiting for Killer Muffin to post before I can move.

 

[cats]

I wait too

I want to know how we all disapeared.

 

[Kelson]

Kelson frowned dourly as he came upon the group. This would not be good...he had heard, from those higher up, what happened when angels and demons manifested themselves on the Earth. Not only would they flatten the landscape, they were liable to take out ALL life or unlife nearby.

 

[poohlive]

I specifically designed my character so that it can't post until someone finds it. I've been waiting patiently for this rebel God group or whatever to form so things can pick up.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: I just figured this had died out

 

[cats]

?

Um dose any one know why we all disapeared? Should we all just ignore that and continue after the angels paralised the deamons.

 

[poohlive]

Ignore and continue...

 

[PmTick]

Haus walked up and down the streets of Rome, taking notes. He had been in Italy for two weeks now but still couldn't figure out the proper vantage and escape routes for his mission. He lit a cigarette, staring at the square before him. This was going to be his riskiest mission ever but also his most rewarding. "Hmmm what if I don't snipe. What if I break in and do this up close and personal...hmmmm."

 

[cats]

Celst

OOC: Has any one pmed the others on this.

IC: Why is my former lover the strongest of all deamons not moveing. Even though the spell still had me bond its efects must of run off on him by now. The bastard wasn't moveing, I guess I should be happy that he hasn't killed me yet. Which was more then that bastard god has ever done for me.

Looking up at those angels I say "Damn them if it wasn't for them I would of escaped by now." The pressure was to much. I siting at the thresh hold of death. Looking at doom and distrucion in the eye. When this spell ends I'm going to have to move fast.

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance twitched. "Sorry, my dear. A little trouble in Hell. I had to pass judgement on a renegade demon. Now, about that information. I suggest you come with me", he said, and turned. Then, realizing she was still under the effects of the spell, he waved a hand and the spell totally came off. "Now, follow me".