Angels and Demons [RP]

Abaddon stopped walking as he heard a strange noise, like that of the cries from a horse and the sound of hoofs beating together nervously. He stared at the space that lead to the human world and saw a stallion that appeared to be trying to get into the human world. Then it hit him. That was Chade's stallion, Saphron. Abaddon secured his shield over his shoulder and put on a sprint of speed as he made his way towards where Saphron was whining. When he reached the stallion, he tried to calm him down, but to no avail, as it almost kicked him in the face if he hadn't dodged the blow.

But as he stopped, he stared out into the space, where the rain was still falling. Abaddon stepped in to take a closer look, but stopped there when he remembered he couldn't go through until the space was large enough to break open and let all the demons and other creatures in hell out. He stared back at Saphron, then stared back into the space as the rain began to pour down on his armor, creating small clinking noises with each drop that hit. When he realised what had transpired, Abaddon kneeled down where he stood and closed his eyes. Some would find it quite odd for a demon to be making a prayer, but that's what he was doing.

Honey brown eyes surveyed the midnight sky. It seemed a violet velvet blanket encased with silver diamonds dotting at perfect intervals. This made Michiru smile from her hiding place in the tree. She listened as the humans below celebrated. They danced around a huge fire singing praises to their “Adonei” whom they worshipped faithfully. These had been her sanctioned people.

Whenever Michiru was not on duty to watch a barrier/gateway, she watched over this small tribe of people in Africa. Their music was beautiful, yet it was not the best she had heard. She had once been in the heavenly choir. Back then was a dark time. Lucifer was head of all heaven’s music. His criticism never ceased. Not every angel was perfect at everything. Michiru was one. She never met Lucifer’s approval, so he had Amos tutor her.

After a few centuries, Amos brought up the suggestion that Michiru play an instrument instead. That was the day before the rebellion.

Now, Michiru knew how to play many instruments. She also loved to paint. She would not let the King of Lies bring her down. As long as she praised her God, then she was good.

It was the weakening of one of the barriers that caused Michiru to be shaken from her reverie. Blinking she looked down. She peered into Hell.

“What is going?” she whispered to herself.

Closing her eyes she concentrated letting herself become one with her elements feeling for any disturbance.

“Nothing?” Now she was truly puzzled. Maybe it was just her imagination. She took out her violin and began playing. The heavenly music carried over the fields soothing savage beasts and tame beasts alike.

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Amos watched from the dresser mirror in his room. All he had to do was tell it who or where he wanted to spy (on earth), and it would show him. He took a deep breath. Making sure that none of his company of fallen angels or demons could hear, he commanded it.

“Michiru.” He demanded. His voice was a gentle baritone that carried through Hell’s sulfuric atmosphere.

The mirror’s reflection rippled and changed until it showed a very worried Michiru. Her long hair blowing with gentle breeze that played with it. Her golden eyes closed in concentration.

Amos smirked. His gray eyes glued to Michiru’s face.

“That’s right my apprentice. You should be worried. Tomorrow night you will guard the barrier to hell. That is when your corruption will start. You will pay for laughing at me. You will never play your beautiful music for God again. Instead, you will play for Satan, and you will do so willingly.”

He had it all worked out. He learned long ago that there was some kind of psychic bond he shared with Michiru. They could feel each other’s emotions. Amos had called upon the nightmare demon.

“Target the one they call Michiru. You will know her when you see her. Feel her mind with doubts. I want her emotionally drained before I physically drain (not like that perverts) her.”

The demon laughed and left. Amos watched before turning to the mirror. He had felt Michiru’s mood change. She now played a violin so the human’s could dance to it. This caused the demon to frown. How could her spirits be lifted so quickly? Her mood swings puzzled and angered him.

As Vash flew up, an idea struck his head. Why not send a message to that great figure he saw flying up into the sky? The figure seemed neither to give off an Angelic aura or a Demonic aura, similiar to Vash himself. Vash also noticed that the figure seemed to have some bond with the nature, and the birds especially. Gently catching a small pigeon in his hand, Vash whispered words into the pigeon's ear, asking it a favor to give a message to that figure, a message which would tell the figure to meet him at Vash's current location.

Vash stroked the pigeon with his finger twice, and then lifted up the pigeon back into the air. The pigeon quickly regained it's balance and flew towards to find the figure.

Originally posted by Burning thought
Asmodeus sneered [B]hmm an Angel who does does not serve God, interesting, his eyes turned back to a plain white without pupils, he turned and let out a sigh and knelt to the ground, gripping a large clump of earth in his hand, whispering demonic words the soil started to burn and then took flight, creating a pentagram in the air before the barrier, it floated for a while before he sent his sword through its center, the pentagrams flames burst through the sword and turned into dark vapours that blasted forth like a beam through the sword into the barrier, slowly energies from the barrier drained into the blade and Asmodeus' eyes now Satan...gorge yourself on this world...through this gap the souls of so many mortals will not be judged and will be swallowed straight into hell, that shall trouble your enemy and my armies shall come forth. [/B]

[I hope I read this right 😛]

Dark thick vines flowed from the neighboring forest onto the contaminated ground that began to burn as the life was devoured from every blade of grass. Each vine, after growing a certain amount of meters, grew a deep violet blossom. Until it looked, from an aerial view, as a flower had bloomed from the deepest pits of the underworld. The vines began emitting toxic fumes that contaminated the surrounding forest. Until nothing could further die, contaminate, or contribute to this abomination, a tall slender woman enrobed in vines and moss and lilies (all too sharing similar colors of the dying environment) stepped forth from pitch black mist that was emanating from the mouth of the woods.

"You must be Asmodeus," she hissed black mist also seeping from her crimson red lips; her identity was yet concealed with exception of her pale complexion of her chin and nose. "My identity is not important, but that of the angel that stood before you is. He is, although not anymore, God's 'vault' if you will of the elements. The command of God incarnate to keep the ocean in the ocean, the forest off the farmlands, and the animals under the stewardship of man." She sneered revealing brilliant like fangs. "Although not all that glitters is gold, and nature was not spared the fall of man. As you can see, there is a darkness to nature. And where there is a darkness, there is a control. Perhaps you were a mere Acolyte; a spawn of sin, when Tzeentch, that is his name, had joined the legion of darkness. But because he couldn't control his precious 'nature' without manipulation and pain, he left and sought an exiles life."

She passed around the demon, running her finger around the edges of his armor, "but he can be persuaded. Every angel has his price, Lucifer did." She walked a few feet away before turning and pointing to a mountain range several hundred kilometers from their position. "Send you best. Better if you went to ensure success. But over those mountains you will find a river. Unlike most rivers, this one flows up the mountain, and not down it. Interesting wouldn't you agree? Well the fact of the matter is, the river flows from the mutation of two trees that have wrapped around one another. The tree from which the water flows is the tree of good. It controls the life of all that which the water touches. And as you can see from this great expanse of goody-greeness" she said in sheer revile, "the river contaminates everything." She paused to allow him to mull over his new acquired information.

"Although this goes without saying, the second tree, is the tree of evil. The river does not touch this tree for if it does, the river will flow with death in it's heart and all will die; including Tzeentch. With the death of this angel, you will bring forth a demon this world has never seen. With Tzeentch as..." she stopped, she could not bare to say the word by which he was named "demon" she simply swallowed her tongue and began to walk back into the forest. "Simply cut at the roots. But remember, you will be met with resistance. Simply follow the river..." By then the mist had engulfed her, and the vines slowly began to recoil back into the dark forest leaving behind it a trail of death and gloom over the land.

two trees...Death..., Asmodeus sneered at the woman as she left, he has no ally other than Satan, but if what she said was true, and he did not sense much of a lie about her then he could destroy most of the life of this earth if he cut the trees and released the river into the seas. With more power into the blade he cut a hole through the barrier between hell and Earth and through it came forth all kinds of sinful beings, giants of flesh and steel sewn together, beings of blood and his personall faverites, his elite Fire lords. He commands 72 legions, although he only brings one of them to this earth it was a beginning of an invasion, nearly 5 million demons slowly poured through the gap, it would take perhaps most of the day and night for them all to gather through but an enormous gathering was forming BURN this place, turn the trees to ash, turn the ground to molten rock, i go now to the trees. The Demons knew all that their master had heard and done, as did he know of them for they shared a demonic link.

Asmodeus soared into the air and searched for the tree's, he could see below his legion decimating the landscape, engulfing a small village and killing every innocent or otherwise in agonising ways, he was content with their progress for the moment as he soared, searching for the trees behind the mountain. He descended to the peak of the mountain and stood atop it, looking over the land he could see the river flowing up the mountain,he smiled at this abnormality but could not be distrated as he leapt down the side of the mountain and prepared to attack the trees.

Zuke stood with his back turned to the village that he had charged, which was one of the many passages that Hell wished to be opened. At least now the human hostility was out of the way, as he pulled his sword out of the chest of one of the survivors. He watched the man fall to knees in a puddle of blood, as Leo walked up next to him. Zuke gently patted the lion and turned around to observe the village in flames that he had torched. A war was approaching and Zuke were picking the winning side.

As he mounted his lion he stood still for a moment. Something had caught his eye and it was something shiny. After a moment of thinking, he dismounted the lion and walked up to the position where the object seemed to be. As he came closer he percepted it to be a pendant of some kind. It was blood red, and had a milky white sheen to it. It hung on a shining silver chain which Zuke grabbed. He picked it up and looked at it with amaze. Something about the pendant spoke to him anad out of pure impulse he put it over his head and had it hanging around his neck.

Suddenly he caught dizzyness and Leo was quick at spot for him to climb onto. Energy flowed trough his blood and bones and he gained a feeling he had never felt before. He had a look around to see if he could get a glimt of someone who might have dropped it. He searched for answers but found nothing. He placed his hand over the actual pendant and a touch of magic embraced him. Every second that passed he gained strength. He putted the pendant under his chestplate and Leo started walking with Zuke on his back. Without destination, they just wandered. Seeking the heat of action.

"Shadow Royale. That's what I had the misforutne to be brought into existence as... a demon, damned from the second that I was born. Isn't it wonderful?" He wrote the words with a solemn look on his face. He'd never been good with writing anything. Not a single thing he'd written had been even considerably good. He hated that his lconfessions of love had to be so limited in vocabulary, especially since it was forbidden. Shadow fell backward onto a ledge in the cliff facing, the sounds of Hell below him echoing up, filling him with a sense of conflict between total contentment and utter nausea. He'd never understood why, but the fiery pits of sulfur had never agreed with him. Shadow closed his eyes, the thoughts of her drifting through his mind... He'd seen her on a battlefield last month, an angel of beauty. Literally, she was an angel. Which made things very difficult for him. tossing the bits of parchment he'd found for the note into the abyss, Shadow rolled over, falling into the molten flames beneath him. Just before hitting them, he spread his black, leathery wings, and glided over to the edge of the pit, landing neatly on his feet in front of his General as he retracted them back into his spine. He saluted and stood at attention, wondering what maddening sort of attack they would have to attend to this month.

(guys I've changed my character so any of my previous posts please ignore them.)

Twilight had the cursed life. oh she was a pure angel, a very beautiful one at that, but ever since satan's rebel and the mistake he'd made towards her, she had no longer been a pure angel. Satan had thought Twilight was her mother, saw her on the edge of Heaven,screamed,"Traitor!", and had pushed Twilight off the edge. Twilight would never forget the way her wings had singed from the air. she still had her wings and looked very much of a pure angel but her life had become differnt. Twilight had been told by her mother once that if any angel were to have fallen from heaven, accident or not, their wings would burn off and they'd become humans. but Twilight still had her wings and this confused her. why would she still have them when she fell from Heaven? she didn't know.

(hope this isnt dieing, wheres the creator?)

<<dunno, i need some interaction, though. i've got writer's block...>>

(hey shawdow is it okay if my characters the angel urs is in love with then maybe you'll have some reaction.)

<<kk, sounds groovy. 🙂>>

Twilight stopped short. she had a small flash back of someone.....Shadow. the demon she'd had fallen in love with. She wondered what he was doing at the moment when she remember the son of her fallen angel father was basically full demon. Twilight knew de'angelo wouldnt help without a price. That's when she saw the hole. Twilight quickly wrote on a peice of paper and threw it down the whole hopping Shadow got it.

Originally posted by Burning thought
[B] two trees...Death..., Asmodeus sneered at the woman as she left, he has no ally other than Satan, but if what she said was true, and he did not sense much of a lie about her then he could destroy most of the life of this earth if he cut the trees and released the river into the seas. With more power into the blade he cut a hole through the barrier between hell and Earth and through it came forth all kinds of sinful beings, giants of flesh and steel sewn together, beings of blood and his personall faverites, his elite Fire lords. He commands 72 legions, although he only brings one of them to this earth it was a beginning of an invasion, nearly 5 million demons slowly poured through the gap, it would take perhaps most of the day and night for them all to gather through but an enormous gathering was forming BURN this place, turn the trees to ash, turn the ground to molten rock, i go now to the trees. The Demons knew all that their master had heard and done, as did he know of them for they shared a demonic link.

Asmodeus soared into the air and searched for the tree's, he could see below his legion decimating the landscape, engulfing a small village and killing every innocent or otherwise in agonising ways, he was content with their progress for the moment as he soared, searching for the trees behind the mountain. He descended to the peak of the mountain and stood atop it, looking over the land he could see the river flowing up the mountain,he smiled at this abnormality but could not be distrated as he leapt down the side of the mountain and prepared to attack the trees. [/B]

Tzeentch swooped down towards the river bed. The bats dispersed as they had done before, merging their bodies into the nothingness of the night. Tzeentch removed his sword and armor and laid it before the tree. He knelt and touched the bark of the massive tree with his bare hands. "Woman, strengthen me." He whispered and the vines and moss than hung from the high branches wrapped themselves around his flesh. It is true that Tzeentch was an angel, but in his exile he was not allowed full angelic or demon form. Unlike angels and demons he could bleed and die. But he was granted immortality and youth as long as the tree of life granted it to him. As her defender, she did.

A woman of elegance, robed in brilliant green and dark brown, stepped around from behind the tree. She looked younger than he did, and with every step she made flowers of inconceivable color sprung from the earth. After he rose and stared into her eyes, she lunged for him and he caught her in midair. They embraced and kissed softly, as he was setting her down to the soft grass beneath her feet. "The time is coming when you must return and make the ground barren." He said holding her face as his forehead touched hers, "the water will be cut so that no evil can bring from the tree of life death. It will be long until the earth sees green again, but I will call you from the earth, and together we will show new life to this forgotten earth. Even I pray for victory on the side of God."

"Than why don't you join him? Why will you not fight by his side?", her eyes echoed a frustration that even crippled his will, but he did not show it. "You know my sister will exact her revenge for so long ago. If they cut my roots I will die!"

"What you are asking me to do is to put you in harms way," Tzeentch replied curtly, "I would rather join the legions of darkness than let harm come to you. But if I can avoid it, I will. God has mercy on those who will not martyr themselves for fear of their lives. Their penance is long, but in the end, their loved ones are saved."

"So what you are saying is you are a coward. Will you fight for me, or hide me?!" She broke his grasp and turned away, silver streams trickles her face. Tzeentch dropped his arms and looked away towards the moon in the sky. Suddenly his eye caught a shimmer in the distance and a black object became increasingly clearer as it approached with swiftness. "Oh no..." before she could ask him he interrupted, "Quickly, hide! Behind the tree...hurry!" She did as she was told before the demon could come into view. Tzeentch slid down the river bank and quickly armored himself and hoisted his sword to his side. Unsheathing it he cursed his love's sister for betraying her and prepared for a fight. No doubt he wanted the river of death and Tzeentch will not give it to him.

Asmodeus landed half a mile from the angelic figuire, a fair distance between them. Standing next to the river that run up the mountain he plunged his hand into it, the waters darkened and wanes for a few seconds but then suddenly it became pure once more and the Demon High king shuddered as it leeched some of his energies, he could feel them coming back to him and he took his hand quikcly out but the power of the water was undeniable. hmm indeed, they are grand waters for my purpose, i heard of these trees..you must have a fair few enemies Angel, ive been in this world merely a few hours and ive got people helping me to destroy it. He let out a dark laugh, that echoed off the mountainous environment, the laugh was shallow and without any enthusiasm.

The Demonic lord flew forth with monstrous speed without warning, drawring his sword and with an instant brought it hard down onto his opponent, darkness swelled around him and his energies fed into the sword.

"Leave him be, demonic fool!" said Vash as he swiped his broadsword against Asmodeus's sword, dashing from the trees toward the demon. The sword blocked Asmodeus's hit and sent both of them staggering back from the impact of the swords.

"Your malicious demeanor is not welcome here, Demon! Flee back to your home place or you will be slaughtered." added Vash with a sturdy voice, yet not full of contempt.

Shadow wandered away from his General, now fully up to date on the whole upcoming raid. He and his unit had been sentenced to scout the open gates to the Earthen plane, trying to find a suitable entry point to attack from when the time came. He casually spread his wings and flew back up to his perch on the rock facing above, a small note lying there in his wake. He picked it up, looking it over. He knew the handwriting well. It was Twilight's. Looking up toward the higher plane, he knew she couldn't enter the abyss. It was up to him to ditch the rest of his unit to go forth and meet her, possibly to see what the new trouble was. He pocketed the note, its words surfacing in his mind as he flew to the nearest gate. "Shadow... Need your help... Come quickly. ~Twilight"

Twilight paced about. If Shadow didnt come soon she didnt kno what De'Angelo would do. He was due to come to her any minute. Without Shadow there De'Angelo would either take her as a prisoner, kill her, or possibly throw her into the abyss which would also kill her. She sighed heavily hearing the hard and loud foot steps of her "fallen" angel father's son. 'Please Shadow hurry.....He might kill me without you here.' Twilight said in her head.

Asmodeous smiled and paced around them both flee?, hehehehe, me slaughtered? hehehehe, you would think an Angel would know of Asmodeous...ahh...tainted, you two are quite the pair, misfits of Gods chosen hahaha, his so called "trash", i understand in your blindness you will not join my lord, youll have to be taken to him then through me", his sinister voice was concentrated on their hearts and souls, the corruption and hellish essence of every word pushed ever onwards but Asmodeous was prepared for battle, he knew they would not join him.

come then, attempt if you will angelic beings, i am waiting, once again the same half sneer, half smile on his face, dark energies pouring from his eyes, he knelt down and pushed his sword into the dirt in mockery.

Shadow glided very nonchalantly overhead, having passed into the Earthen plane much earlier. He'd taken a bit too long in finding out where Twilight had been when she'd sent to him, and now he could see her standing in fear, stalked by the Fallen one behind her. he retracted his wings, landing hard on the ground in a kneeling stance behind her, his back to Twilight as he raised his head to make eye contact with De'Angelo.

"Evening. Hope I haven't kept you two waiting for too long."

He turns to Twilight.

"This clod giving you trouble, 'Light?"

He suddenly has a glowing orb of fire around his right hand.

"'Cause I can remedy that in a quick-like manner."