Starling
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TIME IS RUNNING OUT!
Can you survive...
Revelations 22:7 Behold, I come quickly: blessed is he that keeps the sayings of the prophecy of this book.
It was prophesied in the Book of Revelations, that like a thief in the night, a day would come when Jesus Christ was to return and take his people to heaven. Those left behind would be forced to face multiple plagues, famines, and tribulations and fight for their eternal redemption. The Rapture has come. There are billions of people left behind. And you're one of them.
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This is a RP set in an apocalyptic time period with supernatural qualities. You can role-play as a human, angel, demon, or the roles of the Anti-christ or Satan.
If you are an angel, the main goal is to keep your human alive and get them saved.
If you are a demon, the main goal is to keep your human in bondage to sin and belonging to Satan.
If you are the Antichrist or False Prophet, the main goal is to establish your own world religion, one that worships you. You control the government, and force the 666 mark onto the people.
If you are a human, the main goal is to survive and be saved.
Will you be redeemed? Will you you make it to heaven?
More info and sign-ups here: http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/gods-wrath-the-great-tribulation-ooc-and-sign-ups.6420/
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Like peals of thunder, the sound of God's voice boomed and resonated throughout the Heavens.
The angels, flocking in thousands around the mighty throne of God, listened intently at the Creator's command. Many times He would announce the salvation of a man or woman with much joy, but today the brevity of his voice beheld something more serious.
The Son stood up from the right hand of God and strode forward regally, his clear eyes gleaming. "Yes, Father?"
"IT IS TIME. IT IS TIME TO BRING THE SAINTS INTO HEAVEN!" The Rapture had come.
Anael turned to an angel next to her with a grimace on her face, but the angel grinned in response. "My human will be saved!" the angel said, before frowning back sympathetically. "Oh...I'm sorry." Anael knew that Lance, her human, was not really a true believer of God. In fact, despite professing that He believed in Jesus Christ, he was mostly agnostic. He could not be taken in the Rapture. She winced at the idea of his sufferings and struggle in the Tribulation. While the other angels watched intently, she had the urge to return to Lance.
She descended the staircase from heaven with angelic grace, appearing almost instantly at her desired destination: Lance's house. She came towards him, watching remorsefully the chest-nut haired boy, oblivious of the tribulations that were to come.
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The day was a cool in Los Angeles. It was near winter time, and Lance was spread out on a string hammock in his backyard, a pencil and pad in his hand. A half-finished sketch of the great Oak tree that towered before him was spread of the milky-white page. His mind wandered endlessly, and he thought of Lillian's eyes, yearning for her return. However, he tucked the thought away and continued to sketch.
It was a cloudy day, the sky nearly white with the wispy rolls. Lance leaned back and yawned, gazing upwards. Then something caught his eye. A cloud was moving rapidly, peeling away and exposing the blue sky. As he watched with increasing interest, he noticed that a light was shining from the hole that spread across the sky. Was it the sun? No.
It was the figure of a man!
He sat up, his heart beating. Was it an apparition? No! It was a man, fleshed out with eyes and arms. And it was enormous, projecting across the entire sky.
Anael wanted to put a hand on Lance's shoulder but did not. She gazed at the glory of the Son standing in the clouds and shouted notes of praise. Hallelujah, Thou art great, Lord!
The eyes of the man was blazing with the intensity of fire, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was like thunder, and lightning broke the now darkened sky.
"SAINTS! COME!"
