She nodded and watched him go, blushing softly from the wind. "I will remember." She turned once he was gone and slowly made her way back to Mordeth. She only got halfway over to him when POOF! She was small again.
Ereshkigal grinned and looked over at him passionately. "I'm sorry to hear that my love."
Mordeth gently picked up Gean "i dont like him." he closed hsi eyes and threw that thoguht out of his head. he was happy again, he had Gean, alive, in his arms. "anyway, i was wondering if you heard anything i said when you were in my arms or when you looked like Iofiel"
Satan sighed "thats final. your not seeing him alone. he can come see you in the hall, under supervison but not alone with you."
Originally posted by Mandos
''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.
Metatron reached within his sleeves that never seemed to change or waver, and from each sleeve he withdrew two beautiful looking goblets. Each one was adorned beyond description in exotic jewels, gems, diamonds, and multiple other colors. The two cups were held by their bases, and Metatron spoke as though offering the cups,
"God created the soul and fashioned it for beauty. He gave unto her the gentle breeze at dawn, the smell of spring flowers, and the loveliness of the moon." He moved his right forward, grabbing the neck of the goblet and said, "he gave unto her the cup of joy and said, 'Drink not, save that you have forgotten the past and renounced the future.'" He tipped the cup and the contents that did not exist before seemed to appear only on the tip of the cup as they poured out onto the ground. When the contents had emptied, Metatron presented the goblet in his left hand and said, "he then gave unto her the cup of sorrow saying, 'drink that you may understand the meaning of joy.'" And when he proceeded to empty the cup of its once nonexistent contents he handed both cups to Ezekiel.
"I have emptied the cups, that you may fill them with your essence. They are now yours." Once he let the cups go, his aurora seemed to wane and fade until his balanced himself once more, his aurora now a weaker state then it was before. However nothing physical about Metatron seemed to convey any internal struggle. He still stood composed and still as if nothing ever happened. He stood still in his equanimity despite he slowly moving towards his own death.
Ezekiel took the cup and put it back in his sleeves, knowing what to do with them later on.
Ezekiel then spoke to Metatron.
'' My friend, I have summoned Satan's wife to a private meeting, not far from hear. Being far from Satan's grasp, and using her energy to block Satan's way in the discussion, our chances are better not to get spotted.
A lone wolf is as deadly as any in a pack, but he is still alone.''
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel took the cup and put it back in his sleeves, knowing what to do with them later on.Ezekiel then spoke to Metatron.
'' My friend, I have summoned Satan's wife to a private meeting, not far from hear. Being far from Satan's grasp, and using her energy to block Satan's way in the discussion, our chances are better not to get spotted.
A lone wolf is as deadly as any in a pack, but he is still alone.''
Metatron did not respond, "I do not exchange between angels or demons. Do as you please, you are Ezekiel, ruler of yourself. I will play no part in your scheme." Metatron sat in the air. His legs could be seen folding beneath the robe, but the robe stayed long as though he were standing. His wings seemed to materialize out of the robe, and expanded completely before folding once more around his whole character. The wings changed from a fight between white and black to a complete dominance of the latter color. Hovered before Ezekiel was a black ball of emotions. The strongest emotions that emanated from this ball was despair, hopelessness, sorrow, and empty love.
Originally posted by A Dose Of Vraya
"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.
He took out a throwing knife smaller than all the other ones he had. "Have you ever heard of the poison, languorwine?" He asked.
Saizure smirked, "What did you have in mind?" he asked.
Kaiisura looked at Serg, "What is it you want from us?" she asked.
Ezekiel saw this ball of blackness hovering in the nothingless . Saddened by the decision of his partner, Ezekiel transpired determination. Making his trusted bow appear in his left hand, he felt something he never felt before. It was the first time he could manage this bow, given from her mother. Making an arrow appear, he arked the bow in the direction of Metatron.
''You divulgued yourself to me, now I shall do the same to you, my firend''.
In the arrow he poured all his past memories. The arrow started to glitter a bit at first, but then seemed to be taken by a white sacred flame. The arrow would not hurt Metatron, not physically. But it might make him change his view on many subjects.
''You have been wise to me, and now I shall be wise to you'' Ezekiel said as he let the arrow fly.
When the light touched the darkness, resistance was heard. But the arrow finally penetrated the blackness, causing an explosion of great power. To protect himself from the blast, Ezekiel had to create a barrier arround him. Finally the black sphere dissapeared and Metatron fell on the ground.
Ezekiel added:
''Do you see now why we cannot leave the world as it is, brother? Too long have the humans paid the price of this outrageous war. Too long have their souls wandered without fixation. If you are with me, then maybe, just maybe, we have a chance of giving them that. But it will not be made only by us. Strong as we are, I do not think we can measure up to both the angel and demon's armies. We must try and speak to their leaders.''
Pausing, he continued.
''I have dealt with Ereshkigal, and, on the contrary to her husband, I feel she is trustworthy and will listen to what we say to her.''
Looking straight in the eyes of Metatron with a glance this last one could not escape, Ezekiel awaited his answer.
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel saw this ball of blackness hovering in the nothingless . Saddened by the decision of his partner, Ezekiel transpired determination. Making his trusted bow appear in his left hand, he felt something he never felt before. It was the first time he could manage this bow, given from her mother. Making an arrow appear, he arked the bow in the direction of Metatron.''You divulgued yourself to me, now I shall do the same to you, my firend''.
In the arrow he poured all his past memories. The arrow started to glitter a bit at first, but then seemed to be taken by a white sacred flame. The arrow would not hurt Metatron, not physically. But it might make him change his view on many subjects.
''You have been wise to me, and now I shall be wise to you'' Ezekiel said as he let the arrow fly.
When the light touched the darkness, resistance was heard. But the arrow finally penetrated the blackness, causing an explosion of great power. To protect himself from the blast, Ezekiel had to create a barrier arround him. Finally the black sphere dissapeared and Metatron fell on the ground.
Ezekiel added:
''Do you see now why we cannot leave the world as it is, brother? Too long have the humans paid the price of this outrageous war. Too long have their souls wandered without fixation. If you are you with, then maybe, just maybe, we have a chance of giving them that. But it will not be made only by us. Strong as we are, I do not think we can measure up to both the angel and demon's armies. We must try and speak to their leaders.''
Pausing, he continued.
''I have dealt with Ereshkigal, and, on the contrary to her husband, I feel she is trustworthy and will listen to what we say to her.''
Looking straight in the eyes of Metatron with a glance this last one could not escape, Ezekiel awaited his answer.
Metatron fought against the arrow, and strong as he was, his wavering aurora could not hold out against the potency of Ezekiel's. With a mighty crash of both light and sound Metatron collapsed towards the ground smoking white mist. He could barely keep himself up but managed to gaze up at Ezekiel. "Angels and demons can coexist, but not as angels and demons," he grunted in pain trying his best to keep his balance, "you can try to speak to them, and try as you might they will not succumb to the other." He stood up again fighting to speak clearly, but the echo in his voice was cracking and his speech was becoming harder to understand, "the grey is not white overcoming black, or black dominating white, but both colors mutually coming together as one." He hovered again as before encompassing himself by his wings. Only this time, the black that tried to cover him once more was spotted. And the openings were gaps where white electricity was shot across the planes attempting to close the connections. A small and innocent voice, that could not have been Metatron's, spoke from this broken sphere, "leave me alone..."
Ezekiel was stunned at the beauty he was seeing. He sensed that, for now, persisting with Metatron could be a dangerous game he was playing. But he had to, for him and for the now troubled friend in front of him.
Letting his wings out, he flew at the same height as Metatron.
''Then help me make the world one once again. Help me stop this raging war. Help me reach the grey, the perfect grey you just talked about''.
As Ezekiel closed his eyes, white lightning surrounded him. Some chains went and linked him with the white spots on Metatron's now unstable blackness. As time pass, the white began to take more and more space. Ezekiel's goal was not to overcome the blackness, but to equalize black and white to perfection.
The effort demanded incredible concentration, and a few times he allmost passed to unconsciousness. Metatron's energy was strong and he could barely keep himself focused.
As this happened, he asked loudly:
''Why did I hear a child's voice coming from the barrier? What are you not telling me? It is time to open up to me, show me what you are hiding, what you are afraid to tell.''
Ezekiel was close to losing his consciousness, and he was aware of that.
But he tried not to give up:
''Please brother, let me in''.
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel was stunned at the beauty he was seeing. He sensed that, for now, persisting with Metatron could be a dangerous game he was playing. But he had to, for him and for the now troubled friend in front of him.Letting his wings out, he flew at the same height as Metatron.
''Then help me make the world one once again. Help me stop this raging war. Help me reach the grey, the perfect grey you just talked about''.
As Ezekiel closed his eyes, white lightning surrounded him. Some chains went and linked him with the white spots on Metatron's now unstable blackness. As time pass, the white began to take more and more space. Ezekiel's goal was not to overcome the blackness, but to equalize black and white to perfection.
The effort demanded incredible concentration, and a few times he allmost passed to unconsciousness. Metatron's energy was strong and he could barely keep himself focused.
As this happened, he asked loudly:''Why did I hear a child's voice coming from the barrier? What are you not telling me? It is time to open up to me, show me what you are hiding, what you are afraid to tell.''
Ezekiel was close to losing his consciousness, and he was aware of that.
But he tried not to give up:''Please brother, let me in''.
Suddenly an unimaginable force drowned any effort Ezekiel made towards connection. It was dark, evil, and unfathomably twisted and cruel. And in short procession followed an equally powerful force of sheer righteousness, kindness, compassion and love. A vacuum took hold of Ezekiel and when he opened his eyes there was no Metatron that encompassed the circular form. Before Ezekiel stood a hole where the nothings originated. The nothingness warped until it was the outline of some winged being filled with nothing and devoid of all emotion and color. Pointy protrusions served as bending towers upon his crown. A tail swayed behind this being, but the white lightning was no longer white but grey. It bound Ezekiel to this creature. This time when he spoke the echo was present and stronger then before.
"So you are the one he calls Ezekiel. I am the one he calls Metatron."
Ezekiel did not understand exactly what had just transpired here, but tried an answer.
''Yes, I am the one called Ezekiel. Never have I seen you before. Was I the one who brought you here, or have you decided to come by yourself?''
Ezekiel didn't want to say many words. He did not know what the creature was, nor what it wanted. One thing was sure, it was not the same Metatron that stood in front of him a few seconds ago.
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel did not understand exactly what had just transpired here, but tried an answer.''Yes, I am the one called Ezekiel. Never have I seen you before. Was I the one who brought you here, or have you decided to come by yourself?''
Ezekiel didn't want to say many words. He did not know what the creature was, nor what it wanted. One thing was sure, it was not the same Metatron that stood in front of him a few seconds ago.
"Your caution is well invested. He was equally as cautious when I first met him those many years ago. Although it I who is Metatron, not he. He is no name, and forever shall he be." The white lightening brought Ezekiel closer, and the being's wings rustled in his approach. "Once he was filled with the vigor of uniting both heaven and hell. Creating a paradise as God decreed. But over time, a succession of failures broke his spirit, and he no longer wished to do the impossible. I was not then what I am now. He invested into me time and learning, experience, wisdom, and all other things that would one day contribute to the unification of both worlds."
The being turned and walked in the air without having to flap his wings. The grey lightening did not release its grip, and so Ezekiel was tugged close behind. "Now, Ezekiel I have revealed myself that you may accept me. Let me become one with you. You shall acquire all the years of wisdom and knowledge he has accumulated to help you on your journey. I will master your balance, through me you will achieve the perfect grey for the leaders of heaven and hell to witness. And in your glory, they will wish to emulate you and join you in your crusade. What say you, Ezekiel?"
Ezekiel understood him, yet not.
''If... we unite, what will I become? Where will you go, and what will happen to the one who stood beside me, the one I barely knew?''
Strangely, the aura tempted him. Maybe through him was the key.
Ezekiel had so many questions, but he knew that, for now, Metatron would only answer few. So he dared:
'' There are things I wish to know. What kind of training do I recquire? And what will you ask of me in return?''
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel understood him, yet not.''If... we unite, what will I become? Where will you go, and what will happen to the one who stood beside me, the one I barely knew?''
Strangely, the aura tempted him. Maybe through him was the key.
Ezekiel had so many questions, but he knew that, for now, Metatron would only answer few. So he dared:'' There are things I wish to know. What kind of training do I recquire? And what will you ask of me in return?''
"I was bestowed upon Metatron that he might accomplish this task. He has failed, and now you have the opportunity to succeed where he has not." He tilted his head to the strangeness of the question in regards to training, "Training? There will be none. You will imply be. You will be power, you will be essence, you will be balance. All that you desire in becoming can be achieved, and I ask for nothing save your acceptance." The lightening once again drew Ezekiel closer to him "I will be within you and a part of you. An ability that will intertwine with your will, that you may do as you wish. I am merely an augmentation, not a separate entity."
Originally posted by Mandos
One other question came to his mind, the most important one:''After this is done, will I be the master of my own self?''
The entity nodded his head, and extended a hand, "a master of all selves."
Ezekiel's last doubt vanished. He did not beleive entirely in faith, but if he was here, with this creature, where one month ago, he was still a child who couldn't control his power, something had to be.
'' I accept you, Metatron, may our combined force breach through all the despair of this world, and let we get rid of it.''
He edid not know why, but he trusted this beast.
After saying those words, he waited, not knowing what was going to happen next. Reaching, he took the creature's hand in his.
<<my apologies for the absence and whatnot. been trying to figure out where to re-enter, as everyone has taken off so much i two days' time...>>
Shadow made his way up the mountaintop, not sure if even he knew what his intentions were when he reached the peak. His vision had become slightly blurred, and his head was pounding, heart throbbing as though trying to force blood through his system, though failing miserably. He stumbled a bit, falling to the ground, and all went dark...
Three hundred years ago
It was cold. Shadow remembered the cold all too well. It stung like a swarm of hornets against his skin, as he had always been accustomed to the heat of Hell's fire. It would be wrong to complain, though. He had been in direct defiance of the rules of war, and now was the time for his punishment. Four weeks' exile to the northern reaches, where he was to weather the cold and live with naught but his own two hands. He had made his way up to a cave and hollowed the snow from it, crouching in the corner for warmth until he could move again in morning. It would be a long wait, but perhaps he could survive...
<<sorry, flashback sequence. will conclude next time, just can't figure out how yet...>>
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel's last doubt vanished. He did not beleive entirely in faith, but if he was here, with this creature, where one month ago, he was still a child who couldn't control his power, something had to be.'' I accept you, Metatron, may our combined force breach through all the despair of this world, and let we get rid of it.''
He edid not know why, but he trusted this beast.
After saying those words, he waited, not knowing what was going to happen next. Reaching, he took the creature's hand in his.
The creature gripped onto his hand and flew into his chest. Ezekiel could feel a complete sense of control, power, wisdom, knowledge, balance flowing through his core. His physic changed to reveal a better formed angel. His mind became sharp and all of his lingering questions were purged with information. Memories of battles and wars filled his mind and the experiences that followed enlightened him in what to do should occasions like that arise. Ezekiel's weapon no longer looked so distant, and the grip fit within his palm perfectly. Any swing of his weapon flowed flawlessly and accurately.
Ezekiel also felt the disjoining from his emotions as though they have been laid out before him. Not disconnected, but aware of each ones existence and true freedom to choose whichever one he felt. Because of this disjointing Ezekiel felt true nothingness and emptiness. Devoid of all mental distractions Ezekiel's sight is no longer impaired and his mental eye gazes with a clarity upon and above all planes of existence. The balance that Ezekiel felt within himself was unparalleled even compared to what his friend used to be. When Ezekiel opened his eyes the nameless angel no longer hovered before him, but lay motionless on the ground.
Upon further inspection this nameless angel had the appearance of a little angel. It was he that came the innocent voice, and who now was no more. The voice seemed to come within Ezekiel, "Too long I have remained within him, too much he had given to me. My purpose was to fulfill unification, and his was to assist me." A vision of the same looking creature but older was lying motionless on the ground in the human world. "He was the material form of the child. His last defeat forced him to realize his incompetence towards the unification of both worlds. Selflessly, he cut out of himself the desire to fight and unify, and chose to lead a hermit life protecting the humans while his soul wondered upon this plane still seeking to unification."
The body began to deteriorate into dust and ash and a rogue breeze came and blew his remains away. "The humans have lost a powerful ally, but in return there is hope that the world may no longer see the effects of these holy wars."
Before Ezekiel, robe disappeared (an effect of Metatron's presence) and the body of the boy revealed much of the tattoos that were on his older illusion of a body. The tattoos showed countless writings and images of wars, battles, and creatures alike, but one of the tattoos was a sentence written in Angelic tongue, "It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me."
Originally posted by Kumori Okami
<<my apologies for the absence and whatnot. been trying to figure out where to re-enter, as everyone has taken off so much i two days' time...>>Shadow made his way up the mountaintop, not sure if even he knew what his intentions were when he reached the peak. His vision had become slightly blurred, and his head was pounding, heart throbbing as though trying to force blood through his system, though failing miserably. He stumbled a bit, falling to the ground, and all went dark...
[b]Three hundred years ago
It was cold. Shadow remembered the cold all too well. It stung like a swarm of hornets against his skin, as he had always been accustomed to the heat of Hell's fire. It would be wrong to complain, though. He had been in direct defiance of the rules of war, and now was the time for his punishment. Four weeks' exile to the northern reaches, where he was to weather the cold and live with naught but his own two hands. He had made his way up to a cave and hollowed the snow from it, crouching in the corner for warmth until he could move again in morning. It would be a long wait, but perhaps he could survive...
<<sorry, flashback sequence. will conclude next time, just can't figure out how yet...>> [/B]
kaiisura had this sinking feeling deep in her heart and decided to go and help Saizure. she was a few feet away from Saizure and Salmo when she heard Saizure tell Salmo he was a spy for the demons. Kaiisura felt tears come to her eyes and silently ran from there. She was but a few yards away when she saw a figure on the ground. When she got closer to the figure Kaiisura ran. She dropped to her knees next to the demon. He was knocked out and yet he still looked good, She looked at the cut on his index finger and remebered that Salmo's swrods and daggers were all laced with poison. She took his finger and tried to suck the poison out, hopeing it wasn't too late.
Ezekiel looked at what he had become. Could it be possible that he now understanded what, before, led him to distress.
There was no more of him than before, nor less. He was Ezekiel. His knowledge and wisdom attained an unimaginable level. And it was his.
He could feel the link with the creature, but there was not. They perfectly combined into one single being, for all eternity.
Ezekiel was able to consult his feelings and choices, as if they were lying before him, as if Metatron himself was talking to him, giving him further advice.
He still had time left before his reunion with Ereshkigal, and he decided to go to the battlefield at his former state, leaving the little boy to nature. When he'd come back, he would give this young fellow a proper burial.