Saizure grinned as he lowered his face to Salmo's "You might not want to keep this up demon... " Saizure's fire red eyes locked with Salmo's eyes. "... Saizure Nitokukai, Satan himself sent me as an undercover to spy on the angels. you may proceed to "fake" kill me but I am my masters pet, satan is my lord and master." Saizure said.
Originally posted by IvyTetskomi"hmmm...interesting. You must be quite committed to your work seeing as you tore my arm off. However, I understand what must be done in the field of espionage." He lowered his voice. "The only problem is that there is no way we can end this fight with out one of us dying." he closed his eyes and thought for a few minutes, then looked up and grinned. "I have an idea" he said.
Saizure grinned as he lowered his face to Salmo's "You might not want to keep this up demon... " Saizure's fire red eyes locked with Salmo's eyes. "... Saizure Nitokukai, Satan himself sent me as an undercover to spy on the angels. you may proceed to "fake" kill me but I am my masters pet, satan is my lord and master." Saizure said.
(anybody who has ever played oblivion has)
Originally posted by DangerousBeauty
whoa... did not see that coming. *has been sitting with a bag of popcorn watching*))
Sorry guys, I couldn't come up to the computer yesterday, canadian holiday. But it's allright, since I've said my meditation had taken a couple of days. Some action passed between 🙂 ))
As the paper was stitched to the ground between the two half-bred, Mandos felt... calm. At last, he understood his destiny. With a smile, he came closer to Metatron, and put one hand on his shoulder.
''Well, brother, we have yet to decide what to do with the time that is given to us in such dark ages.'' It was like they already knew.
Suddenly, a depressing sentiment attacked his being. He did not understand it at first, but soon realized it could be nothing else.
''With your permission Metatron, there is something I must do now. It will require for me to take the parchement.
Ezekiel picked it up, and then took something out of his pocket, a small mirror, given to him by Nex himself. With this he was able to communicate with the misty tunnel, therefore with Nex. But there was someone else he need to talk to.
Sitting down, holding the parchement and the mirror, he closed his eyes and began meditating.
It was dark. And in the darkness lied Gean, unconscious... dead. She was in the tunnel. Despair took Ezekiel, but not anger. Those times of hatred and uncontrolled savageness were over for him.
He came to her as a thought. He whispered:
''Gean, you are not alone. I am here for you, to help you see also. And to give you a chance to restart was had been taken from you. I need you to, in these solitary times, to think about what I am going to tell you.''
With words that seemed to be able to unroot mountains he spoke:
'' Angels and demons, one is here, one is there. One being both, are they at the same place?'' With that, he left her a mental image of the parchement she could consult while being in the realm of the dead.
''The choice is yours to walk to the other side of the tunnel, or to confront Nex, but not before you have mastered what I have just told you.''
With those words, Ezekiel opened her robe, and, between her two breasts, placed his warm hand. He could feel the desire, but that was not his intention. Where the hand left the skin, a small golden sphere was there. Perhaps seeing this, Nex would have mercy. But there was no way of telling.
''With this golden globe on, I will know if you'll come back to me, or would have taken the road to the end.''
Bending towards her, he then placed his lips on hers. All his body fell of her, and transformed into fog that tossed itself on her sides. With the last of the fog, her robe closed back together, holding, with the parchement, the only sign that Ezekiel had passed to see her.
Coming back from his trance, Ezekiel stood up and gave the parchement back to Metatron.
''So in the end, the humans are the true victims of such wars.''
He looked down. No doubt a battle was still raging on the battlefield, but he did not feel inclined to go. He had no purpose there, after what he had learned, what Metatron knew, and what Gean might learn.
One thing was sure, he would have to adress that to high ranked from both sides, before everything is destroyed. But not to Satan. He had another idea. He would have to talk to his wife, without anyone's notice but hers.
As he shared his plans with Metatron, the nioght came down on the world, and it seemed that, in total darkness, two golden lights held close to eachother, whispering wind and water.
Mordeth looked at the arrow and gently pulled it out, not knowing what had happened between Gean and Ezekiel. he held his breath as the blood began to flow more rapid. "come on Gean, live. this is the only thing i beg of you. Live, for me." he felt his emotions run wild and knew he couldn't control them. he shook his head, fearing the worse. "if she dies, i will have my revenge. on any that come near."
Satan sighed "well, this is a fine fight today. one of my pets attacks another demon. my best demon wants revenge on anyone. and this 'relative' of mine continues to cause trouble." he growled and shook his horned head, feeling his anger boil in his immortal blood
Originally posted by DangerousBeauty
Ereshkigal attacked the new arm with ease. "Hush.. You've been through worse. Go rest now... You're arm needs to finish its connection." She slowly made her way back to her seat, licking the blood from her fingers. She hesitated and glanced at Satan, being only a few feet from Salmo. She grinned and made her way back to Salmo. "You were so brave.. I thank you for your sacrifice." She smirked up at her husband, licking Salmo's blood away and brushing her lips against his ear.
Ereshkigal sighed and slowly made her way back to her throne from where she was standing beside Salmo. "Yes... It will be hard to rest tonight." She closed her eyes and laid back against the padded seat. "I'm so tiered."
Gean's wound slowly caught fire, healing before his eyes. The ruins on the arrow were Demonic, so she was able to survive this attack. Wearily she blinked and looked up at Mordeth. "Sir... Are you crying?" She grinned and laughed softly.
Mordeth nodded "yes, i was. i thought i was going to lose you." he wiped away the black tear and held Gean closer to him "never leave me like that again." he closed his eyes and gently placed his lips on her forehead.
Satan looked at his wife after she brushed her lips against his ear "was that a tease or you trying to rub the fact in that you had blood and i didn't? either way it worked." his evil smile ran across his face and some of his anger was gone, some
This morning, Ezekiel felt the renaissance of Gean.
''Thank you Nex. You are a true friend''.
Leaving once again Metatron's side he flew with great speed, near the battlefield, where he could see Gean awakening herself. She was in Modreth's arms.
He felt he had lost a world, a world of happiness with this woman. But seeing Modreth cry made him hope for a better future, for both angels and demons. Carefully approaching the couple, with no agression in him, he came closer, and soon was in the sight of any who were close to there.
Ereshkigal smirked and glanced over at him. "No.. I was trying to piss you off. Revenge for being such an ass lately... But He didnt go along with it, so what can I do?" She shrugged and closed her eyes again.
Gean wearily pushed herself to her feet, wiping the blood from her forehead. "I'm sorry Sir... There was an archer who didnt quiet see the difference." She looked up at Ezekiel and smiled. "Hello.. Where have you been hiding? Mordeth please.. He wasnt the one who hurt me."
Mordeth stood there silently, not answering. he knew how the half-breed felt for Gean and even the half-breed knew he didn't like it. he gripped his scimitar more, tryingto control his body from shaking with anger "i'll wacth, but if you touch her you will die. i'll make sure of that." he spat at the ground and walked back a few yards, watching the two
Satan sighed "well, this war is getting to me. thats why i'm being an ass lately. plus, i have alot to worry about right now." he shook his head again and looked at his wife with his evil, but yet innocent eyes
''Thank you Modreth'', Ezekiel whispered.
Looking at Gean, he spoke swiftly, but with passion.
''You must return to Hell now, Gean. If you have understood what IO have been sharing with you, when you were unconscious, you know the reason. I need you to speak to Ereshkigal. You must summon her to an audience with me, there are grave matters I wish to discuss with her. Tell her to met me in the black forest of Sicilia in 5 hours. I will be waiting for her. She must come alone, and she must know I will not harm her.''
His voice sounded softer now.
''Gean, the golden sphere you have under your robe, you can take it out whenever you want. But if you decide to keep it, then know that you only need to touch it and I will come to you.''
Looking at Modreth, Ezekiel did not want a confrontation. Gently he summoned wind to caress Gean's skin, everywhere under her robe. With passionnate eyes, he whispered:
''We shall meet again, I can feel it''.
As he said that, he entered his etherreal form and dissapeard in the ground, rejoining Metatron.
Mordeth felt the wind and knew it was a trick but before he could attack, the half-breed was gone "bastard. he'll die by my blades one day. i promise that." he walked back to Gean and smiled weakly, holding out his hand "come Gean, i think you need to rest for a bit. Behemoth misses you."
Satan shook his head before his wife could answer "no. no, you will not see that child. whatever he has to say to you he can say to me. i forbid it." he slammed his fist on his throne, smashing the arm rest