A Lover's War: Heaven Vs. Hell (rp)

Shadow sat far off in the corners of his quarters, his eyes closed as he sat silent, meditating, as he awaited his punishment. He did not know when or why he would be held accountable for speaking irrationally of his men, but he had been ordered to remain until someone was sent for him. Time and again, he cursed himself under his breath, for he knew it would be obvious within his actions, especially after Shagrath, that he was losing his composure on the field all due to one of those high-and-mighty, goody-two-shoes angels. And yet... was it really so wrong? He shook his head, as even he now found his thoughts to be treacherous. He continued in meditation awaiting the escort, and then he heard the voice in his head...

Demons are evil, foul things, and they betray you for such stupids things...

He did not know from whence it came, or how he'd heard it, but he was not so sure he should have.

Damn... I'm losing my mind. There's gotta be some reasonable explanation... Damn those angels... Every last one of them...

Ezekiel studied the mural, but nothing appeared to him. Was it just a cheap trick? Many hours he sat, looking at the blackness. And then something appeared. In reality all that he saw was in a glimpse, but in his head, 4000 years unfolded.

There was a demon. Resembling his father, but younger... must have been him. He looked like royalty, a fine general commanding an impressive army. And next to him was Satan.
‘‘Satan, we have their backs against the walls, they’re not going anywhere now, damned angels. Leave the rest to me, I’ll finish them’’, Orthos shouted to Satan, who within a blink of an eye, vanished.

The war continued, and angels died like peons on a chessboard. It was then that Orthos fought a beautiful angel. She was also a high ranked captain, and dove towards him like an arrow. If he had stayed there, Nex would have reclaimed its soul. But faith allowed him to live. He moved to the right, the spear only passing through the shoulder. Against the wall, he fought to get it out, and the angel took it out herself.

‘‘Tell your troops to move off. If you return I shall kill you’’.

Ezekiel found himself transported to another vision by the black wall, This time he saw Orthos in front of Satan.

‘‘Sorry father, I have failed you.’’

With a gesture, Satan removed him from sight, bringing him clashing through the hall.

Wrapped again, Ezekiel saw his father, aged up, but looking stronger then ever. He was talking to a demon.

‘‘Shagrath, you should stop this nonsense with her while you still can. It will only lead to death…’’
‘‘And what about you and the angel you love? I could suggest you the same thing. For thousands of years you’ve been thinking about her, don’t deny it. That’s why you withdrew from general position’’.
‘‘I have never allowed myself to come close to her in any way. I have used all my political powers to keep demons from fighting angels throughout all those years, at my father’s hate as a price. You are a fool if you think we are at the same place.’’

Another wrap transported Ezekiel to a scene of pure chaos.

A corpse laid on the ground, the one his father’s called Shagrath. Beside him was a female angel, dead. Orthos flew away, fast, not looking back, and Ezekiel asked himself where he was going. And there she was, the angel from long ago. She had lost the brilliance of her past, and Ezekiel knew that face, his mother.
‘‘It has started, my love…’’
‘‘Yes, Satan will never permit a union between our two races’’. Any such will be punishable by death… Come with me.’’ Orthos asked. ‘‘From the moment you’ve put your spear in me, I loved you. And I wish you would have killed me then, it would have been simpler. I cannot promise you peace or security where we’ll go, nor a happy life. But I can promise you love.’’

As they kissed, the twisting energy was enough to tell that they would ultimately die, but leave on this earth their entwined soul, together, always…

And then the wall turned completely black. Ezekiel’s tears, the first ones he ever shed, pickled its cheeks. He needed to ask Satan what happened to its parents after being born.
But he was not the same anymore. He had grown, taking 4000 years in wisdom. He was not a small boy anymore, but a man, and in his eyes laid all the passion in the world. Leaving the wall he started searching for his grandfather.

Ultimately he passed in front of the torture chamber again. He saw the demon woman that had taken his attention earlier on. But this time he was of no mean going to let this torture continue. As the whip was going to clash on her back once more, Ezekiel took up his father’s sword, and with one single motion, as only a demon’s power and angelic dexterity could do; cut all nine tails of the whip. He then put back the sword to its place, took off his cloak masking him, and put it on the naked back of the lashed beauty.

As he said to the executioner:

‘‘That is quite enough. If you have any trouble with what has transpired here later, just say it was all my own doing’’.

Detaching the demon woman from her ropes, he whispered in her ears:

‘‘Next time we meet, strange beauty, tell me your name’’.

And he left the room, searching for Satan and Ereshkegal once more.

Kaiisura sat on the ground and cried into the palms of her hands, "Why? Why, can't I get this demon out of my head? Everything I do leads back to him." Kaiisura sobbed. She looked up with tear stained eyes, " How could I love him? How could I?" she barely whispered. She continued crying, not just because she was so confused but she also thought of the consequences she would recieve for loveing a demon at all.

Satan's eyes shot up "well my wife, i just got word that your little child has stopped a torturing. and he said it was his doing. now look what you have done." he turned away and walked down the hall, his cloak trailing behind him and his son's scythe already in his hands. he looked around at the pit and glared "this torturing shall continue!" he barked the order and left before he could hear a response

Mordeth stood still, the only part of him moving was his cheek bubbling from the acid. "is this all for my punishments? i want more!" he laughed, the sense of pain sending thoughts of murder and slaughter through his head. he felt his dark blood run down his deformed cheek, past his neck and down his bare chest. the feeling of it made him laugh, knowing that he would have his revenge on the field or here. anywhere would please his cold heart

Ezekiel reached Satan not too long after. He was uneasy near him. Satan, was, after all, the soverein of darkness. He had to pay his respect, even if he despised him for what he had been done in the past.

''Lord Satan, the past was revealed to me, along with its secret. I can tell from the looks of you, you reject me as you did my father. But I have not come here to make a pity out of myself. I now know the truth, and I understand I have an amend to fulfill, to honor my father. This is why he brought me here. I will stay for some time, use me as you will. You will find nothing weak in the body standing in front of you.
I have only one question. Why did you send the demon fairy to the torture pit? If only that I am your far relative, grant me one wish. Stop this cruel penalty, and I shall do what you want.''

As he said that, his heart filled with hatred, as all his body was turning to a dark black and his eyes red. But what would it do? What could it do against such a relic as Satan, who could crush anything in his domain by cracking its fingers?. Soon he calmed down and returned to normal.

Yes, he would stay here, he needed to know what he was going to do next. And he had to talk to Nex of a special subject... something to keep secret from everyone. Maybe his past friendship with the spirit of the dead would help him in his own personal quest for revenge.

Salmo had a flashback of when he was being tortured. He didn't want to become the person looking for new ways to make someone scream. He didn't want to become the person hated by prisoners. "We're done here," he said then stuck the blade into Mordeth's shoulder and began walking back.

Satan looked at the child "she deserves, just like her owner. and it will not stop until her punishment is fulfilled. this is none of your business about. leave." he turned back into the pit and watched Gean's punishment continue

Mordeth's body shook from laughter. he pulled the blade out, put on his clothes and walked to the pit. he pasted a young demon but paid no mind to who he was or what he wanted. all he cared was getting to Gean. he reached the pit, still tightening his tape and spikes. at the sight of her being torturd and Satan watching made his blood boil. but knowing his place, he stood silient and closed his eyes, feeling his emotions run wild at her screams.

Satan didn't have to look back to know that Mordeth stood there. with that he smiled "so, your punishment is done already? doesn't sem like it bothered you. but thats just what happens to demons with cold hearts." he laughed as Gean screamed in pain

Salmo wanted to kill something. He went up to earth, and hid on top of a small building controlling the mind of a mortal with a knife making him kill another mortal. It entertained him for a few hours, but soon he was bored again. "Ah well, best be gettin' back on duty." he watched as Satan watched Gean being tortured. He didn't understand torture. He loved to kill things slowly and painfully as much as any other demon, but it just seemed to easy to have them strapped in. He liked the thrill of the kill, not the pain before the kill. He glared at Mordeth. "Sorry I couldn't keep you for longer. I just prefer those who scream" he laughed.

It was more than Ezekiel could take. For demons, he thought, his heart would seem weak. But then again, was he not part angel also?
It's those mix of emotion that made him unwelcomed everywhere he went. But not this time. Now he knew what had to be done, as his father did long before now.

Ezekiel looked at Mordeth and understood that the fairy was his. But he could not understand why the torturing still continued. His heart ran in a deep hate and it becamed corrupted, letting go all the power that Satan's blood in him had given him. He flew right to the torturing pit, and next to the fairy he stayed grounded. He couldn't defeat Satan, even with his power, but could stand to what he beleived in. Any other who would have tried that would have died instantly, but then again maybe, despite Satan's hatred for him, maybe he would spare his life because he was linked in some way to him. And he thought his wife would not let him kill the now dark and desperate angel in the pit.

With the sharp blade he had withdrawn he plunged it into a demon torturer's belly The darkness of the blade was like a dark hole inside his body. Ezekiel's red eyes kept him from moving, and finally the teeth of the dark angel bit his head off. 2 others came to attack him, while the angel turned and shouted a demonic cry, power from his grandfather's blood, as they're heads exploded. They were still moving, Ezekiel had to slice the in four to stop the menace. Cutting furiously the ropes restraining the tortured fairy, he then took her in his arm. Other torturers were coming, but it was not the time anymore to fight. And so he screamed to Satan:

''Satan, you could have killed me the very first moment I struck the first torturer down, but you didn't. Hear my plea, then, before making your judgement. Let this man next to you come down and get his fairy. I will let her go for him. She is unconscious, and I fear for her. As for me, do what you want. I do not fear death anymore. But a wise king would know how to use a man who does not have that threat in him to his advantage. Decide! But I will not let her suffer, not while I'm alive!'', said Ezekiel, while drawing his father's sword again, this time pressed against his neck, in case Satan would decide to torture him for eternity.

"Seems virtuous to me." Salmo whispered in Satan's ear. "He would rather die, so let him go."

Nex looked on at the scene of demons and their acts of torture.

"Curious" he mused "that they should label me Grim Reaper when compared to this, my task is sanitary."

Torture was not a concept Nex could identify with, as Death-incarnate he had never felt pain in all his long existence, another concept he never understood was the animosity between angels and demons. He had heard and read much on jealousy- indeed he had seen the feeling lead to the destruction of many souls- but envy was a trait for the mortal realm not for the divine forces and so this destructive war seemed, futile.

Nex had come to Satan's lair with intent- to stike up some sort of end to hostilities between the demonic world and heaven. Ironically to save the life of the mortal world.

Nex allowed himself to take physical form. He was not surprised that none of the Demons around took immediate attention at his presence after all, Death was a welcome guest in these parts.

"Ahem" coughed Nex as he waited for one of the Minions to acknowledge his arrival.

(Current Time frame)

Sleven, stood looking around at the blank valley finally muttering something about his surroundings continuing to move on a black bronco which was partially muzzled looking around now finally realising his oath as a brethren to both to swear a pact of neutrality for both sides he yelled aloud loud enough for Satan, & God alike to hear "I proclaim nationality by name of the Peace-Keepers!" it began to rain and thunder after a few minutes thundering loud now he laughed as he knew they weren't happy about this but they agreed and that's enough for him.

(3- to 4 days later.)

Sleven looked around at a dark castle barging in not many asked why as he went to the main throne room he laughed of pure damnation upon Satan's face the oath is in for us he said clapping his hands a few times to get attention notifying those who might join. He had gotten no reply from Satan just a sad nod he then began moving signalling those who might want to join.

Originally posted by IvyTetskomi
Kaiisura sat on the ground and cried into the palms of her hands, "Why? Why, can't I get this demon out of my head? Everything I do leads back to him." Kaiisura sobbed. She looked up with tear stained eyes, " How could I love him? How could I?" she barely whispered. She continued crying, not just because she was so confused but she also thought of the consequences she would recieve for loveing a demon at all.

Nakir frowned, her cold angelic heart warming at the sad image before her. She knelt and took Kaiisura in her arms, holding her close for comfort. "Calm yourself child.. Crying only makes one feel better. It does not erase what has been done... Now tell me what is in your heart, and what you think you should do. The blood of Iofiel flows through all of us.. Do not think you are alone. Many are lovers to the other side... Now, cry on my shoulder and tell me what is on your mind." She smiled sweetly and sat down beside the hurting beauty.

Gean gasped and screamed in Ezekiel's arms. Slowly her form returned to its smaller size. She could easily lay in the palm of his hand. She was awake now, and panting heavily from the strain that was put upon her body during the change. One of her wings was missing. It had been taken off by the 'cat-o-nine' whip. She opened her eyes and looked sadly up at Ezekiel, speaking in a voice soft enough that only he could hear. "You fool... Leave me be... This is my burden." The glow around her slowly dimmed to just a small flicker of light as her eyes fluttered closed. Once again she was unconscious.

Ereshkigal's eyes widened at her husbands words. "How dare yo-" She wasnt able to finish before he was on his way to the pit. She sneered and her fists clenched, the skys in hell darkened greatly. Slowly she made her way to the pit and watched her husband from afar. He'd be able to feel her eyes on him, eyes that said 'I can't wait to kill you.' Her frown faded when she saw Ezekiel rush forward. Her heart sank. 'You fool... You are biting off far to much then you can chew.' She sighed heavily and silently moved to her husbands side. "What are you going to do my love?"

Ezekiel held carefully the fairy in his hands. It was the first time she spoke to him directly, and he was more sure than ever about what he was doing. Slowly he brought the woman close to its mouth:

''Well, now, I guess your burden has now become mine too.''

He looked at her. She was small. The back was exposed, as he could see her feminine traits slightly. She was truly beautiful, and proud. He wondered what he could do to stop her suffering. He felt he had to hold on to that woman, or at least make her safe from harm. He sensed he was linked to her.

He came closer to her face, and whispered:

''Besides, you didn't tell me your name yet. But that can wait for a better time.''

He didn't feel hate as he said those words, and his heart purified enough for him to feel... good. Some stray of hair began to turn white, as the wings, but then it stopped. He returned to reality, and acknowledged where he was and what he had done. It would take more than a pure heart to get him out of this alive. With a grin, he held the sword even harder against his throat.

What he was thinking about doing, to get him out of this mess, was bold and perhaps stupid. He saw Nex along the other fans. Hoping Nex would remember their friendship, and all the lessons he has thought to Ezekiel, perhaps Ezekiel could cheat death... Trying to make Nex understand was he was about to do, he wanted Nex to confirm by a sign that he would be able to return to this world once he did his action. With a more powerful grip, he shook the knife on its neck, towards Nex.

It seemed, in the frienzy, no one saw him there standing, except Ezekiel.

His breath on her body slowly woke her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, forcing a smile. "Geancanach.... Call me Gean." Her smile faded when she saw the knife at his throat. "What are you doing?" She pushed herself to her knees and looked around. "Ereshkigal... Satan.. Oh god what have you done? You're going to be ki-" She stopped and grinned, slowly crawling over so she was looking into his eyes. "Ereshkigal.. Talk to her. She makes all the laws and final decisions here... Ask her not Satan.... She might spare you."

"Curious" mused Nex as he saw Ezekiel's frantic gestures. "He has a plan, and a dangerous one." Nex allowed himself to smile at his old companions daring.

Nex rose his hand to the top of his scythe, clutched the blade then pushed it downwards towards the ground. It was a simple gesture but Nex knew that Ezekiel would understand.

That was all Ezekiel needed to see. Dropping Gean on the ground he whipered to her:

''Go to your owner now, Gean. I'm afraid nothing can spare me from the defiance I have commited towards Satan, not even Ereshkial. She has laready done alot to me. My purposes for coming here were achieved. You were one of them. Go to your owner, he'll be able to protect you, I saw his anger in his eyes when he saw you tortured. He has a higher place than me in Satan's heart... if he has any. Don't worry for me, I will be fine. Meet me in a day's time at the western entrance to the battlefield. If I am not there, then forget about me, for I would have forgotten everything in this world.''

He blew his breath on Gean's back, telling her he was there. That was the only thing he could do.

He then rose up again. This time didn't speak.He looked at Nex with a smile and a small blink, then to Ereshkigal, with peace in his mine. Finally he turned to Satan, and pronounced no expressions with his face. But, with one last breath, he cut opened his throat.

As the dark and shiny blood spilled on the ground, Ezekiel's body started to fall on himself. He was now lying on the ground, and death had taken him. His body then combusted itself, along with the sword, and nothing else remained of him, except a thought.

Mordeth growled, the sound coming through the hole in his cheek that was slowly healing. he walked over to Gean and picked her up. he turned away and cradled Gean in his hands "its going to be ok. i'll take care of you my dear" he walked away, not making any eye contact with Satan, or even bowing to him. "i'll make sure that your ok. i won't let anyone harm you again."

Satan ignored Ereshkigal's eyes on him and moved forward to Ezekiel's last spot "well, that was easier than i thought. the child truly thought he was a decendant of I. if he was smart, h would have known i only had one child, my lost son Shagrath, who never had children or a brother or sister." he shook his head and turned back to the hall and walked by Ereshkigal, thoughts running through his mind. "stupid demons today think they're always a decedant of me. pathetic."

as Mordeth entered his room, he felt his heart turn colder than it usuaully was. "Gean, i don't want to lose you. so thats why when i go back into battle, i'll leave you here so you can rest. and Behemoth will guard the room. nobody is going to come in." he closed his eyes and fought his emotions, trying not to show them but not doing a good job

Originally posted by DangerousBeauty
Nakir frowned, her cold angelic heart warming at the sad image before her. She knelt and took Kaiisura in her arms, holding her close for comfort. "Calm yourself child.. Crying only makes one feel better. It does not erase what has been done... Now tell me what is in your heart, and what you think you should do. The blood of Iofiel flows through all of us.. Do not think you are alone. Many are lovers to the other side... Now, cry on my shoulder and tell me what is on your mind." She smiled sweetly and sat down beside the hurting beauty.

Gean gasped and screamed in Ezekiel's arms. Slowly her form returned to its smaller size. She could easily lay in the palm of his hand. She was awake now, and panting heavily from the strain that was put upon her body during the change. One of her wings was missing. It had been taken off by the 'cat-o-nine' whip. She opened her eyes and looked sadly up at Ezekiel, speaking in a voice soft enough that only he could hear. "You fool... Leave me be... This is my burden." The glow around her slowly dimmed to just a small flicker of light as her eyes fluttered closed. Once again she was unconscious.

Ereshkigal's eyes widened at her husbands words. "How dare yo-" She wasnt able to finish before he was on his way to the pit. She sneered and her fists clenched, the skys in hell darkened greatly. Slowly she made her way to the pit and watched her husband from afar. He'd be able to feel her eyes on him, eyes that said 'I can't wait to kill you.' Her frown faded when she saw Ezekiel rush forward. Her heart sank. 'You fool... You are biting off far to much then you can chew.' She sighed heavily and silently moved to her husbands side. "What are you going to do my love?"

Kaiisura sobbed harder, "Why does it have to be me though? Since I saw his face on the battlefeild, and since he spared me of my life twice I can think of no other but him. Yet he is a demon and the punishment of loving a demon is that the same as Iofiel's. i love him yet I don't want to betray God. I'm of no use around that demon and I seem to have lost my mind in this situation. There is no hope for me." Kaiisura sad as she silently creid and let hundreds of tears rush down her face.

Originally posted by King of Blades

Metatron returned later that night with all the items on the list. He doubled the amount to meet whatever loss wasn't accounted for. He walked through the door and saw one of the nuns who had woke up for a midnight glass of water and had fallen asleep in the chair. He dropped the bags near the table with a little note in front of her. Ex amicus it read, and that way only the mother superior would know it was him. He stepped out of the orphanage and rose back up towards the roof to where he normally kept watch.

A full moon partly covered, met his gaze as he hunched over too look out towards the small city. The outskirts, or more aptly named the forgotten by the inhabitants, was about 30 miles out from the main land. The outskirts was a partly agricultural intertwined with an industrial feel. It was a self sustaining set of towns that banded together to tend to the needs of their neighbors. Had it not been for this small detail, Metatron would have left this place a long time ago. He was no saving grace for people, no life line, he wasn't a prayer on a wing. He helps those who help others. A quid pro quo, sort of guy. It was fair, it was neutral.

As Metatron looked out unto the glowing city he couldn't help feel angered at the site. "And so this is heaven and it is hell. Grand cities made to glow only to themselves and those who succumb to inhabit them. I know what you've done and why you've left them alone, but what you will isn't what there is and that makes you just as much to blame." He looked up towards the sky and glared hoping that where he looked he would face God. And screaming in a tongue only the celestials could understand, that sounded more as an ultrasonic sound, he cried, "Hypocrite! Concordant Killer! Where is the love for your greatest creation? Have your advisers grown jealous that something as weak and pathetic as these will transcend them?"

He looked towards the ground and cried aloud in the same voice, "and think not that I have forgotten you Satan, coward, festering wound. You think your kind better then the ones you once were..." His voice cracked and he collapsed on the roof, no longer strong enough to fuel his anger. He stared down into his hands. "One day, the hour of reckoning will come. When man will stand above both devil and angel, and they will see true glory and power. They bicker amongst themselves for temporal rights that will diminish beneath man's ruling rod." He arose and closed the wings that had flapped open during his tirade, "I pray that someone greater then me will be able to show them the way."