Fantasy Ancient Order of Angels

[Procculus]

Casualties: Two. Ser Vegner, do you think it wise to consort with them? A proud knight who spent its days protecting the Lord with the mess that is these mass murderers under the guise of demons?





"You worry too much, Alastor." Iris twirled the open umbrella behind her, her steps unhurried and slow. A skeletal figure wreathed in a cloak of dark flame hovered behind her shoulder, invisible to all but her. Its grim red claws hung over her shoulder, casting furtive glances around Iris. A young lady in the middle of the night, alone, was not a safe lady. Despite knowing full well what Vegner was capable of, it seemed appropriate that he dealt with the upstartish pleabians.


I do not. You are noble to a fault, they spill blood at the tiniest of slight. Their kind is not your kind.





"I am still a demon, you know, Alastor?" Iris nodded, smiling, to a passerby, and hoped to the depths of hell that he hadn't heard that. She thought it wise to lower her voice to a whisper. Alastor would have to deal with hovering a little closer now.


And Lucifer was a demon who slighted God. He was an angel, just as you could have been, had you not cursed His name. Your heart is far too neutral for this. They kill even the minions at home for no reason at all, except to sate their blood lust. It churns my stomach.





"You don't have a stomach," Iris sighed. "And what have I to worry? I am Vegner, after all. It's been a millenia and yet none have passed the gates without executive permission. I am unbreakable, Alastor. And I do say that with the most humbleness I can muster. And here we stand. Are you sure they are taking up residence in this suite?" Iris stopped in front of the complex. She tilted her umbrella slightly and looked up towards the pinnacle of the building, stretching up towards the sky. Humans had an inordinate amount of fascination of reaching the skies. Where do they think they will peak? Heaven was a plane, not an existence of this world, and so was Hell. She gave a small smile, and shook her head. The ambitions of humans never ceased to amaze. She had to admit, she liked watching humans. Those that forged on ahead despite of their obstacles were her favourite, next to those born with certain disabilities, such as a lack of limbs. Of course, the other demons, including Alastor, didn't understand Vegner's fascination with their attitude. Perhaps, a tiny sense of humanity lingered within.


She pushed open the doors, and strode across the hall, waving down the reception. "Pardon, just visiting." She paused, then backtracked to the counter, closing her umbrella as she went. "Sorry again, but were there any individuals acting...odd? Peculiar behaviour of sorts? Possibly demanding a room?"


"Just a few moment ago, miss. Took our 'finest accomodation'." The counter looked positively disgruntled, as if wronged in some way that he couldn't figure out. "Top floor, two-five-five." He answered before she could ask.


"Much thanks." A ledger lay open behind the counter, and the poor bastard was flipping furiously throughh the pages. Iris figured that 255 might have had an occupant, but certain persons might have done something about that, resulting in an error in the ledger and the systems.


Not an hour has passed, and already the human world suffers. I predict economy destruction more than anything with the ensuing chaos. Alastor scoffed as they entered the evelator, and Iris depressed the button at the top.


Alastor was always very bitter about her company, not unlike a displeased parent. However, this bitterness was bound to bite him. "Alastor, dear, I'm giving you the night off. Your safety is compromised with these..." she thought for an appropriate word, "upper echelons of Hell."


Alastor looked ready to protest, but his self-preservation seemed to be the stronger will. He gave a bow, and floated into the wall of the elevator, disappearing through it. As if on cue with his little trick, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. It didn't take her long to locate 255. The stench of blood was emanating from the only other person in the doorway. A Chief, she surmised. From the looks of it, as she approached the opening door, it was Diablo. She stopped short behind the masked man. In the room, she recognised another Chief: Morbi. She rubbed her neck and leaned against the wall opposite, pushing her glasses up her nose. It was only polite to wait until they finished whatever conversation they had before she joined in. Given Alastor's report, she didn't want to waste any energy fending off their blows.

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[divyansh]

( O.o HOLY CRAP I CAN SO MAKE U MY PA IN THIS RP! LMAO! )

 

[EvilLaugh]

"Hello children," Death chimed in cheerfully, simply entering the room in his form as a human, because everyone knows how awkward it would have been if he had been in his armored from when he said that. "Am I late to the Apocalypse or are you two just early?" He looked around to see War and, Pestilence, Conquest? he was not sure of the other one, the fickle name changer that one. Pretty sure it would be Pollution or something like that, wait, not that was the girl. Women are often the fickle ones. So this one was Famine, the ever hungry one.

 

[divyansh]

Diablo turned around on seeing death approach, he could now even see Iris standing there, it was wise of her to not interrupt Diablo and Morbi but foolish too. Diablo had been sensing some strange yet powerful aura, if Iris were to stay there not telling of her presence then Diablo might have just lashed at her. Diablo stood there looking at death, his hand in the opposite sleeves placed at his chest. " Well hello there granny " he comment, a huge smile had formed below his mask. As Diablo pulled his hand out he threw a knife toward's Iris's face. Diablo knew that he would surely enjoy today.

 

[EvilLaugh]

"Now now, children." Death said, his own power lazily knocking the knife away. Lazily being very relative seeing as how the knife made a beeline to the wall after being struck by a black tendril. "Play nice." Death was always the most powerful, as everything had an end, had a death if you will. He could simply and would simply be there when it happened, whether he caused it or not. The knife, no matter how enchanted with war's maddening strength, was like a fly, simply too easy to swat away. He did not use the aspect of his power, simply pure power. "Though if you want to match blades with me, I would be so inclined to teach you why you should mind your elders." A dark, bastardized version of War's own weapon materialized in his hands, light as air and as powerful as the horseman's own weapon.

 

[babyjoker36610]

"Uhm I do have feet." Gil mumbled as he was being drug by his shirt. "Lets go this way." Gil drug Heru over to the stair case that had no one on it. "You are in a hurry aren't you?" Gil began dragging Heru up the stairs. I wish we could just get up to the top already. He said this due to the fact he wasn't much of an athlete. All of a sudden it didn't feel like they were even touching the stairs anymore they were running so fast.


"Excuse me, excuse me" Gil yelled as he pushed past people. "I need 2 for right now." Gil said as he slammed his hand on the counter. "Hurry Heru show them your ID" he screamed at Heru.

 

[xLegion]

Morbi had spaced out for a moment after Diablo entered his condo. He was thinking about his emotion. He had never felt emotion his entire life, why start now?? He might need to save this question and meditate on it later. For now, he hid his new-found emotion from the others and behaved as he always does. When he came to, he saw Death also standing in his room. It was a very unexpected sight... Even more unexpected was that to appeared as though, Death and Diablo were about to engage in combat. "You guys seem to be having fun." he said sarcastically. "Fighting death seems pretty pointed, Diablo. I mean... He's the horseman of death. I don't see any way around that." Morbi continued. "Maybe, we should save our energy for the humans?" He suggested.


(OOC; Sorry for not posting much, I was eating dinner. I think this is my last post for today before I go to bed. And we would totally make awesome partners Divyansh. Considering that we are nearly identical.)

 

[ArsenicJohn]

John sat down in his chair with a sigh and put his feet up on the coffee table. He grabbed the remote in his right hand and flipped on the TV. He took a sip of Coke from the can in his left hand. The news came up right away. "What? Come on, Supernatural's on tonight!" He complained. Misha was curled up in the middle of the coffee table, glaring up at him. "What? Did I wake you from your nap?" He asked the slightly overweight tabby. Misha just meowed and wandered off to find a quieter place to sleep.


The news anchor chimed in. "If you're just joining us, folks, our affiliate in Spain is reporting there's been an explosion in a monastery in Barcelona, Spain. No news yet on what caused it, but terrorism has not been ruled out." John stared at the pictures, the words after that not registering. He could feel the darkness creeping closer.. couldn't explain how, but he had felt it since his power had awakened.


He whispered out loud. "My God.." When he saw the next image he knew this wasn't terrorism. He could see some kind of demon in the background. Of course, none of the humans could see it.. The demons had been inactive for a long time, as far as he could tell. He had never met any other angels in the human realm.. wasn't sure if there were any others. But he knew this was just the beginning.


He shut off the TV. "I can't afford to fly to Barcelona on my salary.." He thought about it quietly. Can I fly that far with my wings..? I've never tried it.. He sighed loudly. "I'll see what I can scrape together.. I have to go. Whatever this is.. it's big. I have to go."

 

[FrontLine]

"We really need an angel right now."Heru says to himself, "I need to get to Barcelona ma'am and quickly can you help us with that?" Heru asked the ticket agent impatiently. "I'm sorry sir our computers just recently went down and I can't pull up any of the vouchers up." The ticket agent said sarcastically. "Now you listen to me lady.....I need to get there fast I'm not trying to here about a system failure." Heru said as he began to get angry. The windows surrounding them shattered causing everybody in the airport to began screaming. The ticket agent had a sense of fear in her. "Please.....just give me a ticket I just need two." Heru said passionately. "Ok...ok just give me a second let me go get my manager." The agent said as she ran off into the back.


"Everybody needs to just calm down it may have been just a bird or something." One Security guard said in a calm tone. "Its to loud in here why is everybody freaking out Gil this is been a day from hell." Heru says frustratingly. Heru pulls out his phone and calls his friend John to see if he had seen the news. When he got no answer he shot him a text. 'Hey john its Heru call me back as soon as you read this it's important.' Heru waited patiently for the ticket agent to come out as he began to grow impatient. "Ugh! were is she...."

 

[divyansh]

" granny has old age caught up with you? It's just a steel knife " he said with a laugh looking towards Iris with vengeful eyes. Diablo never liked being stopped. Diablo did not wish to fight death so agreed to Morbis's comment but Diablo did have a wicked plan to take revenge from Iris, even if it was intentional or not. Diablo moves his resentful gaze to death. " well I was just having sine funny. I doubt she would be harmed by a mere knife. And why might the inevitable come to visit us? " he asked.


( on phone >_> ya partners bad boys for like


>_> I kneel u iris. >_>


<_< )

 

[EvilLaugh]

"Glad to see one of the younger ones still have their wits about them. Still it is best not to hide behind a veil of words, Famine. Your disposition betrays your... emotions." Death said almost teasingly as he put away the sword of shadows.


With a snap of his fingers, his power was scattered, flung towards the far reaches of the earth to kill all that needed to be killed. He would normally be their himself, reaping souls usually in multiple places at a time, yet needed to be here in person, as the Four Horsemen were about to convene after thousands of years of separation. He hoped this would truly be the last time.


"My age, you say?" He turned to war with a disarming smile. "Yes it has caught up to me. It caught up to be before the day you were born. I appreciate combat as well, but to pick on the demons is a waste of your prowess. Famine has an excuse, he can't help but eat, but you who gathered vast armies to decimate would stoop so low as to attack a single demon, out of the question. Still my offer stands, if you want to figure out why I was never give a weapon, why I fashioned one myself, I will humor you."


"So, where is the little girl? I want to start this meeting as soon as possible. It's not every day the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse gather." Death donned a more somber tone, one that spoke of his age and his power. Only a fool would speak now, if not to answer his query.

 

[babyjoker36610]

Gil slapped the back of the computer. "This sucks. I can't believe the system is down at a time like this." All of a sudden he could see the shadows on the computer creeping over it. He looked up to see a sky light and the sun was moving more over. Gil looked back over. "Dang it" He said as he waved his hand towards the window. At that moment the computer monitor flung against the far wall and shattered. "What the hell just happened Heru." He stared in astonishment. The manager rushed up to the front counter. Staring at the commotion it seemed as if he didn't even notice the computer monitor on the other side of the room.


He quickly grabbed a pad out of his pocket and began writing. "Here you go gentlemen." The man handed them both a manual written ticket. "Hurry Heru let's go we can't miss the next train." He grabbed Heru by the arm and began to run off to the stop. "We will be there in no time. Luckily I am an expert at weaving in and out of a crowd. Before they knew it they were at Dock 5. This was where the train would be arriving soon to pick them up.

 

[Jin]

"Hito wo yume to ya omoishiruramu; sumi suteshi, sono wa kochou no yadori nite."





At the edge of the Kyoto Prefecture in Japan lies the Hira Mountain range. Within lies twists and turns, more than capable of taking away the confidence of the average wanderer. And if that was not enough, the local winds did a fine job to separate the range from the world surrounding it. It was a fortress, a sanctuary, untreaded by foot and unsailed by boat as of late, due to the numerous reports of disappearing travelers.


And that worked out just fine for Noel Kougeki.


Deep within this range lied an abandoned pagoda, a relic of the Heian era of Japan, a time when temples were frequent, almost commonplace. Noel sat at the top floor of said pagoda in meditation, letting his mind wander... quite literally. Lower fox demons lined the edge of the room, some remaining silent, awaiting the orders of the man centered in the room, others playing soft tunes on the shamisen or singing along, softly. It was a sound Noel loved oh, so much. It reminded him of the past. The mood took no time in changing when Noel's eyes suddenly opened. The music and singing stopped, and the demons surrounding him would wait, seemingly standing at attention. The feeling would have been obvious to anyone keen to the feeling of chi/ki... something had offset the balance of the world. The question of "Where" was just as obvious, if not more, as the power of multiple Chiefs, to include his own, had been concentrated in one place. Yes, something was definitely wrong, and Noel would not wait around to find out what it was. Until he was given an order, he would act on his own volition.





".....We're leaving."





The eerie silence that filled the room before was now replaced with the whooshing sound of deities moving through the air in ethereal forms, all departing the pagoda through the open shutters and flying in the direction of Barcelona, Spain, unseen to the naked, human eye. Noel stood to his feet, lifting with him the sheathed katana that rest at his side. He donned his robe, stepped into his tabi and descended to the bottom floor to step outside. The wind carried a feeling of dread. Whatever was going on, was only destined to get worse, it seemed. The wind shifted, and by the time it settled, the Centurion of Wrath was gone.

 

[Stickdom]

She prepared herself for travel to the Homnibus, she could not just go there as the others could, she had to plan and pre-plan. She used surgical precision in all of her movements and processes with not a motion wasted or frivolously spent. Sidwy knew that Pride would be in that area of the Homnibus, Vegner had been sent there a while ago to keep watch on the area after reports came in of something big happening. Something that no one had expected. Destruction not motivated or caused by an Infernus. She refused to call herself or her kind 'demons', that was derogatory and low, they were noble inhabitants of the Infernal Realm, not scum like the imps or mindless like the spirits that dwelled in the deep pits. The Chiefs and their upper ranks were cold, cruel, and intelligent.


She finished her preparations, all that remained was to transport herself to the Homnibus. She drew the symbols on the ground, stepping into the circle, and was engulfed in a flash of green flames. It was a more accurate way to travel, as she could pinpoint a location and the spell itself would cloak her arrival, it would be as of she had been there all along. Her material body shimmered into existence on a park bench, sitting next to an old homeless man. The spell implanted the impression that they had just finished a conversation, though he had been silently sitting there for the past hour. She reached out her hand and shook his, saying "I hope everything works out for you, and good luck." He smiled and shook her hand before she stood and walked into the city. In that one touch, she had transferred a fatal aneurism, within forty-eight hours, his brain would seize and he would spend the rest of his life in a coma. Much more subtle than those other brute's methods, they simply don't understand the power of subversive violence. She had heard of their plans to meet here, in Barcelona, now she only had to find a trail of destruction and follow it to them. She came across a crowd that had gathered, police were putting up marking tape and drawing chalk outlines around a couple that had apparently jumped from the top floor together. Yes, that's certainly their style. Now, if bets were on, was it Famine or War that did this? She knew Death would not have done something so garish or outwardly showy, and the Centurions rarely directly attacked humans unless under orders.


"Quite the commotion outside," she told the desk clerk, who was in shock at the disaster he had just learned of. "Is there to be an investigation?" "I-I don't know! They were such a sweet couple, the Howards, they said they were on an extended vacation, I don't understand why this would happen to them. "So you don't think that this was actually a suicide?" I'm really not s-sure. It's always possible, but a couple like them... They have children back in Italy, too, they showed me pictures, I couldn't imagine them leaving behind such adorable kids. Sidwy frowned, this could be troublesome if the humans decided to look into this further, so she decided she had better patch things up herself. "Well, I'm sorry to hear of this tragedy. Do you happen to have an empty room, or are you closed for business because of this?" The clerk assured her that they would try to keep this as quiet as possible so as not to hurt their business, "Also, I have some friends coming in, they will want a room as well, can I pay for and reserve it now?" He nodded, giving her the thirteenth and seventeenth story room keys, she thanked him and went to the elevator. "Blasted imbeciles, they're almost as meddlesome as the humans themselves," she said on her way up. She knew that whoever had done this, War or Famine, they would only settle for 'the best', they would be at the top floor.


She exited, coming into the hall to see not only War and Famine, but Death as well as Pride standing off on the side. "You idiots, do you realize the commotion you have going on outside?" She waved at the two perpetrators, not really caring who did it. "They'll be up to scour this place for evidence any minute now, and have your human face plastered all over if they catch you here." She tossed Death the 17th floor key, "I picked this up for you all, you'll have to settle for a lower floor because of this stupidity." She turned to Pride, one of her favorite centurions, simply because of Vegner's and Iris's compliance and usefulness, "You can stay in my room on the thirteenth floor, or you can go get your own if you prefer. There may be others coming to join us soon, so we may have to request some more rooms if we are staying here for long enough, though I would prefer someplace less..." She looked around at the shining appliances and furniture and said with disgust, "... clean."


@ProcFailures

 

[xLegion]

The horseman of famine ignored death's suggestion that he might have started possessing emotion. It was possibly because, he had returned to his place of birth and upbringing... The place were his mother should supposedly be. Despite being a demon of much lesser status, he still appreciated her and would be pleased to show her what he'd become. He didn't finalize this thought but, he quickly continued on the another.... The thought of the four horsemen had gathered together in the human dimension. This was a sight that you rarely see. Truly an event that could foreshadow the apocalypse. "I'm with you, regarding the human appliances and furniture but, I'll decorate another time." Morbi said to Sidwy as he completely ignored Iris's manipulative statements. Besides the fact that he's ignored Death's statements they did begin to anger him. Thoughts of destroying this building and bringing a new barrage of natural disasters to Spain. Morbi contained himself... For the moment and continued on. "I hope you guys are ready for some fun today." He said as he spotted a sunrise on the horizon.


Morbi once again morphed into the form of a human and laid across the black leather couch, with his legs cross and his arms behind his head. He relaxed for now, knowing that he would probably be using a decent amount of strength today if he really wanted to have fun.


(OOC; I thought Death was Iris?)

 

[divyansh]

( LOL )

 

[EvilLaugh]

(Ooc, I edited it a bit, he is sometimes called Mort, from Mortis. Sorry guys, death is little old me. :wink


He caught the keys thrown to him by Conquest, or was it Pestilence now, maybe Pollution, he lost count of the names the woman rider took these days. He just scattered his powers, but if need be, we could gather them in short notice. They did have a lot to talk about after all, and since this was one of the rare occasions they all met, this would have to be a long talk. To stop time was not outside his power, yet to do so for a few hours, maybe a day would put him out of commission for an equal amount of time. He did not have his full strength at his disposal after all, or else there would not be much of a conflict in the first place. Still the sun was rising and if he needed time, he would make time.


His powers returned to him immediately, and for one second, there was no death on the entire planet. For one second all the facts about the number of people, animals and plants dying every second was made false, they all lived.


And then the clock stopped ticking. Or at least slowed down.


"I can only keep this up for a few minutes, an hour at the most if I am to remain here for a while. Any longer and I will have to return to the Infernus. The angels might also be made aware of this happening, so we need to act fast. Armageddon will soon be upon us." Mort said, still in his teenage form as he all but collapsed on the chair closest to him, his voice growing weary, like a college student who went through finals in a week without sleep. He would have to sit around and sleep all day, much like the granny War referred too, but that aside, this needed to be done. "So I say this once again, speak. Why are we all here, and why have all our legions suffered losses?"


(I needed an excuse, I might be out of town day after tomorrow until next week so one act of absolute power should excuse a few pages of absence. If anyone is pissed at this, no I will never do this again and will probably be gone for a while, at least after tomorrow.)

 

[ArsenicJohn]

John was just about ready to try switching to his angelic form when his cell phone rang. By the time he snapped out of his reveries and ran to get it, it had stopped ringing. He picked up his iPhone, which was about two generations behind, and looked to see who called. Then the text from Heru popped up. "That's right, he and Gil were going to Spain." He said to himself out loud. He called up Heru and put the phone to his ear. When he answered, John said, "Hey man, are you guys okay? The news said something about an explosion."


He didn't mention what he'd seen in the background. As far as he knows Heru's a normal human. Although he always did sense an incredible light in the younger man and his friend Gil. He had suspicions about their nature, but trying to introduce someone to the supernatural before they're ready? That probably could send someone to the insane asylum. John had an idea about how to get to Spain, but he wasn't sure it would work.. "Heru, you should really stay out of Barcelona. It could be.. dangerous there, after what happened."

 

[Yonsisac]

Frank wuld have bin walking long Hour near Sydney Opera House with his arms behinde his back as he still dint know about the Explosion but he was very serius as he looks at the brige and continue walking down and looking at the Building.As he wuld stop near a small Coffe Shop wille the long walk and observations of the place as he drinks his coffe he looks at the TV in the Shop and the news about the explosion in the monastery in Barcelona "esto no puede ser"he sais in spanich as he wuld leave his coffe and exit the Shop and prosid too his apartment as he needed too know about the Event


(Hope thats right)

 

[Stickdom]

Sidwy turned to Death, or as this form was known, Mortis or Mort. "We have to be elsewhere, fast, we can discuss this at leisure if we move quickly." He flopped into a chair, at this rate, he would be out of commission and he seemed to refuse to listen. He's looking for an excuse to go back to Infernum, he must be tired of the human realm at this point, so I'll let him play his little game for now. If I stall for time, it may help him along and he can return home to rest for a while, if that's what he wants. "Our goal here is twofold. One is to find out about that disaster with the cathedral here. It's obviously one of our own, but none of us gave the order to do so, it's something else behind the scenes." She did not bring up mention of the masters, since they had always relayed their orders directly to them, why would they skirt around their power to their lower ranks directly? "Secondly, we are to find our missing forces and interrogate them as to why they are here without our orders. If they come from above, so be it, otherwise, there may be some form of rebellion, though I have a hard time imagining that." She waited and gestured to War and Famine, "You two are free to go about your own business, I have no need of your strength or your tactics, such as they are." Now to Death, "Give them the key if you are going to leave us here to return to Infernum, otherwise, go with them and keep them from destroying each other, we need to keep a rather low profile for the time being." Now to Iris, the faithful Pride, "You shall accompany me, I may have use of your skills, among your brethren."


With these words, she left the room, able to move outside of the time-field, but only as long as she was in range of Death. Looking back, the ones in the room appeared to be frozen in time, as she must look to them. Sidwy entered the elevator again, but got stuck in time at about the thirtieth floor, frozen in a paradoxical space, though to her it flashed by in a second, to the others, she must have appeared to be standing still in time.


@ Condo Group xD

 

[FrontLine]

"Ill be fine John there is nothing out here I cant handle any way what have you gathered about the explosion today".....He knew for a while now that John was a little bit different. Everytime he got around John, Heru would feel a strange aura but he couldn't put his finger on it. What's even more strange is that while Heru was talking to John on the phone he closed his eyes and he felt himself leave his body ending up at John's apartment. Heru opens his eyes and begin to become confused..."This isn't the train," He said to himself in confusion. He walked over to john and saw him sitting there repeatedly saying "hello". "Why does he keep saying hello...." He thought to himself outloud. Next thing he knew John had dropped his phone and looked as if he became motionless. Heru knew he had made a mistake and needed to wake up from his dream fast. He began to back up slowly pinching himself trying to wake himself up. "Did he really hear me?" Heru thought to himself as he tried to remain quiet. "Me and Jiddoh are going to have to talk about this...." Heru looked at him self and noticed he had the same clothes on nothing changed there. He came to realize he was not dreaming and he is in control of all of his senses. He could feel his surroundings on the train as well as the surroundings in John's apartment.

 

[Yonsisac]

As frank Rushes toward his apartment he feels...Odd...he dosent know how too put it but he continues Toward his apartment.As he reaches his apartment he Gose too the elevator and preses the 3th floor and as he reaches his apartment he amidiatly turns on the TV and watches the news,as he watches the news He wuld be holding a Cross in his hands as he cant belive what happend,as he wuld get up and serch around for his Pendate as he left it in his apartment and findes it and weres it as its a very special gift from his Father,as he wuld sit and keep watching the news he needed to know about the others,and hope they know about this


(Gona fill the Bio now gona take somtime)

 

[babyjoker36610]

"Heru did you fall asleep while on the phone?" Gil yelled as he began to shake Heru in the seat next to him. I would slap him but I don't want him to get mad. He thought to himself while continuing to shake Heru. "Come on wake up I can't take your snoring again. Plus you need to be alert for when we get to Barcelona." He still shook Heru. "Wake up." He yelled.


At this point everyone on the train was staring at Gil. "What are you looking at? Don't you see I am worried about my friend? He is sleep and won't wake up!" he yelled at the other passengers. He then sat back down and sighed. Heru, you are ridiculous. He thought to himself. Gil put his hand on the window. After a few moments, he felt as though he could feel the wind on his hand. That's weird I thought the window was closed. He looked over to find that his hand was in fact through the window. He quickly drew it back in before anyone could notice. How the hell did that happen. He began to inspect his hand. Nothing was out of the ordinary it seemed to him.

 

[ArsenicJohn]

Sarah Young, also known as the demon Lilith, was in bed in Infernus when she was awakened. Not alone, of course. Several human souls were chained up next to her. She never did like to sleep alone. She was a strange creature to say the least. Probably one of the most human-like among the Centurions. She had none of their good qualities, of course. Their desire for wealth, power, beauty, life. She is the Centurion of Lust after all. All kinds of it. In a way, she and Greed were very similar. The difference being restraint. Where Greed wanted more and more, she could be content for a while.


In a way her transformation to Lilith, the embodiment of Lust, had made things clearer. Her mind had been consumed by insanity. Her weakness, of course, would always be her vanity.. but she made sure that was never in danger. She was resting comfortably to the screams of agony and moans of despair when a man sized spider-like demon dropped down from the ceiling. It looked like someone took a spider and plopped the body of a human woman on top. The only difference being scales, glowing red eyes, and sharp fangs. The demon hissed, "Mistress. Wake up. Your Legion is missing."


She had heard the demon drop down but refused to acknowledge its presence. Until she heard its message. She sat up slowly. "Why didn't you say so, love?" She touched the nearest human's chains. Then she tightened them until his hands were above his head, to the point where his arms were nearly torn from their sockets. He screamed out loud. "Thank you Mistress!" She smirked at the demon. "Tell me, how long ago did this happen Dhyrra?" The spider demon answered quickly. "Several hours ago in fact. From what your spies have gathered, all of the horsemen are on Hominibus in the city currently called Barcelona."





Lilith was stunned. All of the Chiefs in the human world? Did I sleep through the Apocalypse? Surely my Lady would've notified me of her plans.. Some of the other Chiefs might be inclined to act spontaneously, but not Sidwy. She climbed onto her knees and leapt forward, landing just shy of Dhyrra. Her wings spread out as she landed and rose to her full height. "I'm going to Hominibus dear. Please take care of things while I'm gone." Her tone was sweet, but her servant knew very well that beneath the sweet exterior, she had a black heart, and she wouldn't hesitate to make Dhyrra suffer. And the worst part is, she could make the spider-demon like it.

 

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babyjoker36610 updated Ancient Order of Angels with a new update entry:


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Remember RPer's the rules state that 3 days without posting will result in a character kill off and replacement, if neither of the gm's are made aware beforehand. Also there will be warnings sent and if they are seen with no response it will result in an immediate termination. This does include making a character sheet and not replying. This will start immediately and will include those that made character sheets but have not posted yet.
Sorry to sound shrewd but we have to enforce the rules.

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