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IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Kain on October 27, 2006, 05:38:12 PM
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
Wings catching the very essence of the storm which seemed to travel in her wake, streams of miasmic manipulation dancing behind each beat and downdraft of wings- rippling the clouds and sending them into a squall of amorphous mass as she seemed to travelling to the very location of Lemuria- The very moon ahead simply hanging like a cruel portrait, casting its luminescence over a stunned world- a world already stained by the corruption of ravenous fervour. Already she had been perturbed at various elements for they seemed so familiar, perhaps even a part of actually missed those decadent thoughts and images running through her mind as it calculated the next victim- the next betrayal by her very ability to make alliances and simply waver her hand and do away with the unwanted ally. She had been so perfectly evil, evil in every essence and epitome of the word?it played over and over again within her mind, it was a difficult chose to shun them, to dispel that side of her when so many memories came flooding back?unleashed from the very deathbed where she attempted to keep them locked safely away, deep and buried beneath the rubble of fallen nations. How legions had fallen like dominoes to her very will and now- in ascendance she soared above them in this state of irony; how things have changed. In wonderment, her mind engulfed the visions of those whom once were so close within her servi8ce and those whom she held as immediate close allies; almost like dark jewels stored in the sarcophagus of time- Varsinax, Pandora and Azshara, each had their own personal reflections and levels of alliance?but now, it would simply be no more. Wings expanded further, breathing in the atmosphere and the power of the incoming storm, living and breathing that tempested might. Perceptions sensed that their presence had already caused a stir- perhaps subconsciously or consciously, nevertheless it would be felt?.the energies, the emotions and the determination would simply ripple the earth in silent tremors, beneath the very chthonian chambers of Hades.
With amber-streams billowing behind her every move, her awareness knew that Uriel was never far behind- his companions with inquisitive beady red eyes liked venturing ahead only to circle and once again in blackened fugue accompany their master; Uriel. The murder of those obsidian plumes creating almost the effect of music to the ears- the rustling of such a great congregation of those dark messengers cawing like a requiem of what is yet to come; and death so swiftly flowed upon adept wings razor-serrated; cutting the very storm clouds in powerful reverence. She looked briefly over towards him, a slight smile forming as in quick riposte she dived down within the foreboding clouds. Wings stirring the very essence of storms to greatened heights, creating a spiralling vortex descending downwards like a funnel, winds whipping and gyrating as tornado-infested winds inflicted the earth where evil stood, or had tainted- purging and scourging the land from every trace of that fowl putrid corruption. Redeeming that very land from nefarious men and wicked malevolent armies, she cared not of whom they belonged to nor of their purpose; Storm no longer took the role of ?Watcher? and ?Observer? she took it within herself to act- a deed in which to prove her worth before the eyes of Uriel?she intended to earn her wings and the respect of the First Triad who watched and acted not. This was her moment, perhaps the only deed in which could be considered ?good? or ?holy? in the eyes of the ?One?. Was it flexing her new given powers? No, it was simply expressing that the armies or legions of evil hadn?t escaped the eyes of those whom watched; those whom had been silent up until this point- and whether they chose to remain silent was their bitter sense of retribution or punishment?but this seraphim chose not to be so silent; just something subtle to remind those below that they are not alone?
In that very ice-vaporous trail of gilded wings they approached the City of Caloria- but at this point she would not visually intrude only that to observe and look upon the events of the city from those tempest camouflage of onyx, dark grey and thick vapours- the very moon asphyxiated by those conjured clouds- no storm or tornado would assail the city except for the downpour of ice-cold pangs of rain; lightening stretching across the sky like golden sheets, creating a dazzling array of spectacular lights flashing sporadically through those brooding clouds- golden tridents piercing and perforating those blacked sentinels. Thunder rumbling, another effect in contrast with the storm would seem perfectly natural- there was no evidence of power used to create such powerful emanations and elements ? except for the murder of crows which dash in and out of those gigantic rolling clouds?.what stirs within the darkness? Is it darkness itself or something else?
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Posted by Uriel
Majestic wings of feathered glory, eyes of rich golden might shining amidst the turbulent wealth of Storms creation, body shing terrible in the brightness of visible aura, no hiding whom he was Uriel surveyed what lay below as he flew alongside of the wondrous angel Storm had become. Within himself he found a new emotion and had finally placed a name upon it, Love, but that for now would have to wait as the unfolding corruption below required dealing with in a way that allowed no pause for exploration of such an emotion. His beloved pets flying back and forth, every one carrying a tale of sad destruction yet some coming in with the advise of banes emerging from the earth where Uriel?s quakes had done their work, others flying to him with laughter in their cawing voices telling of how they had disrupted the attempts of the corruptive influence, and all brought joy to his heart. An old bird, feathers tattered flew close battling against the wildness of the winds so fragile was she, yet in her beak two eyes ripped from one practicing the darkest of arts. Uriel reached forth so that she could rest her ancient and weary frame on his wrist, and as feet touched his flesh his aura engulfed her withered body, so proud of her he was, a flash of fire and explosion of feathers and on his wrist sat a bird of youth and beauty full feathered and strong. Although he carried death in his heart, for service such as this, the one granted him the gift of life as well.
The sound of his laughter again shook the ground beneath his passage, the sound emerging from him comparable with the sound of avalanches and grinding rock, for now he was truly one with the physical earth below where he flew, and his anger was only just beginning to reach the halfway point of the height it would yet scale. He felt the turmoil of old alliances within the heart of storm, and from his heart would send the joy of the love he felt for her to offer her at least the solace that although she had left much behind, there was much yet to be discovered that could grant peace and fulfilment to Storm?s heart. He watched her dive and wings drawing back he twisted his form and leaned forwards so that the clouds below would seem to rush towards him. The cleansing she placed upon the earth with the motive power of wind, rain, lightening, hail and driving rain was in itself an ecstatic release of glorious wonder, and combined with the earthquakes and volcanic action his might stimulated were a horrifying vision of Armageddon that would cause fear of magnitude amidst those of dark nature whom would attempt to disrupt the majesty of creation. As far as Uriel was concerned Storm had more then earned the wings gracing her body, indeed the power the one was pouring into the soft feminine form, that flew so close beside him, was proof beyond doubt of the blessing of the Beloved Focus of the Universe. He knew in his heart that Storm felt the need within herself to prove the reality of her magnificent alteration and he would say nothing, allowing her to satisfy proving to herself this reality, simply giving her support and now love so she would find in her heart the truth that she had indeed reached the inspirational stage of emerging from the darkness.
Golden eyes would see the city in the distance they approached and he would draw his energies back from the earth below so that instead of violent upheaval she would groan and creak her protest, rumbling voice speaking of potentials awaiting unleashing, the occasional shudder enough to disturb animal life or make water move in a glass, and cause concern at natural phenomena yet they would believe it just that, natural not forced, although his heart held amusement at them looking to the display of light within the cloud bank of Storms perfection and purity and trying to find a weather pattern that could describe this within their scientific reasoning. The swarms of ravens back and forth, roar of thunder exploding within the clouds, the tumultuous growling deep within the earth inspired Uriel and now he slowed to a hover in front of Storm?s form to study first her in her wonder, then the effects together they had wrought in the name of purity.
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Posted By Ariadne Luciferi
There was little else to do but observe, to gather as much information as possible and simply contain it within her memory of future reference; there was no need to intervene as yet- and there was little let to intervene with, just enough to inform them they were indeed being watched?closely and from a distance that most would find suffocatingly noticeable, or at least concern that such presences were close and yet holding back?watching and waiting; calculating every motion and movement in which they make- mankind may be subject to their own fate and punishments- for those of the sinners. But, for those who seek salvation and mercy shall be received in abundance. From the arms of wolves and into the loving embrace of the omnipotence of the golden embrace of true solace and comfort- the only true redemption that such compassion and forgiveness can grant. It wasn?t about placing mankind upon their knees and making them slaves to their own twisted and perverted crimes- nor subjecting them into the service of slavery- it was simply about the preservation of those who were worthy of saving; those whom never indulged in the selfish wants of the rotten soul or partitioned the heart with toxic vines; those whom never spoke with a forked venomous tongue towards another of their kind. It was simply for the regeneration of the virtues which were intended and nurtured. The earth was dying, in everything visual and foreseen by prophets and oracles- it was near inevitable but not totally unpreventable; nothing was solid or written within the Book of Life- to end this saga, to end the reign of mankind which had been attempted many times before and never succeeded?it would be foolish to state that the tables could never be turned, destiny can be such a versatile thread in which to sever and send the world spinning into the thick inky unknown. What had been decided? The very notion of Uriel only indicated that the ?One? was silent and had been since Uriel graced her sight within the Underworld. What was the ?One? so deep in contemplation about? Perhaps it was time to be slightly concerned in what was actually happening upon the Celestial Planes? Opalesque eyes glanced over at Uriel seemingly studying her with his optical mirrors of profoundness, wings simply hoovering above the city as the storm rolled in around them, consuming them within its covertness and concealment. Wings softly combing the very presence of the tempest as she looked upon him, cranium tilting ever so slightly to the left side as she in return studied his features and reflections deep within those profound orbs; the very lightening causing striking effluence within those gazes. In return she studied every feature taking note of ideas or concerns?her own fa?ade so exquisite within the flashing prisms of lightening filtering through the clouds, finely chiselled contours tensing slightly, locked by the moment of silence between the two. Those billowing cascades whipping within the howling gnarled caress of the tempest, cold frosted air tainting her already ashen complexion with the appearance of perfect white snow. It would be in that moment she finally spoke- her tone soft like a lullaby?
?Dico mihi carus Uriel. quis vomica vos sic? Dico mihi. quis est is nos should operor? Vigilo quod exspecto? Vel offendo iam quod tracto eventus laxus??
[Translated: ?Tell me dearest Uriel...what plagues you so? Tell me...what is it we should do? Watch and wait? Or strike now and deal with the consequences later??]
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Posted By Xael Malicei
The servitude of Xael had been lifted to some extent, but the resonating will of Dark Lord Ulysses still reigned over the essence of his mind. The newly found powers gifted him with a relaying vision, thus he would be sent unto the Seraphim to observe their nature and abouts. As well, he had been blessed with an ability to cross through the many Planes, and to shield himself with the very Darkness, as well as take flight in its wake. A triumphant greed tainted his cloaked eyes, and he came unto those he was to watch.
Now, he was to capture that essence of angelic-seeming beings through orbs of crystalline darkness, and he stared over to them from a parallel state in the skies; he viewed them with his casual malice, titled grin and predator-dwelling mind desiring some form of death or violence-though no blood would be shed. He was as willed, and a slumber fell over that hunger as did it his body. He fell into a perfect trance, and silenced himself while in observation-he was just as commanded.
He had only done what was natural, and he knew not why. It didn't matter, for all of the apathy in him could easily consume the persistent thoughts such as that. It wasn't in his forged will, upon creation until now, to be plagued by the thoughts of rivalry with his command. He rested, held in his place among the storm in the shrouded sky. Though his silence would allow him secrecy, and preservation of unnoticeability, the Seraphim had more than enough senses to gather his presence, surely. Everything began to relay unto Ulysses; what wicked webs were weaved, though noone had deceived as of yet. It all pertained to the great plan, the war below those current three in the sky-the two Seraphim and himself.
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Posted by Uriel
Wings extended, motionless yet sustained power maintaining altitude amidst the deepened clouds Uriel would study all below, golden gaze shifting from corrupted earth to angelic perfection of the one whom had given impetus to an act of potent purity. Anger buried for to her presence it was not directed instead for her on words carrying harmonious tones of the Beloved?s joy in which they basked, ?This day perhaps enough id done sweet Storm, beloved of the One?s Unifying purpose. Our friends? gesturing to the cacophonous flight of the ravens through the sky, ?will watch and maintain our presence over this place, for I discern you need to rest and allow the assimilation of this happening today to settle upon your illustrious beauty.? Concern on his features, for although normally an angelic being required little rest, none before Storm had ever done what she had so this remained virgin territory and little knowledge of the ramifications or process was to be had.
Eyes would turn away for within the glowing lattice of energies flowing about them a seed of darkness would form and within it Uriel perceived something foolish enough to hide. Voice so terrible that the earth below would shudder and groan, uncaring of the earthquake and buildings toppling he caused the great angel would focus his concentration upon the one so foolish to believe that to hide in light you would cover yourself in darkness, ?Show thyself, show thyself or have the heart torn from thy body by min ravens and thy soul ripped from thee before the can breathe your next breath and before I dissipate the darkness surrounding you in its corrupt stench?. At this he would fly closer, and his beloved children would begin to keen and fly against the shadowy substance, each pass tearing away a tiny amount and as releasing it the shadowy matter would burst into cleansing flame. Then he would turn his perfect will upon the tainted matter and begin to direct energies greater then any of demonkind could comprehend at its surface firstly wrapping it in light so that not even a murmur of thought could escape to report to its master then crushing his will down upon it, knowing only moments would remain in which the creature within could reveal himself, before the overwhelming power of the One would burst its bubble and send its form to destruction in searing flame of purification.
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Posted by Xael Malicei
He had been found out within this little moment, though it was not time for such foolish stunts. That he knew would not please his Lord, so as he had been figured out, he had given himself up. His body came out from that relaxed state, as he stared out through the large helmet on his head, looking towards this 'Uriel'. He gave a light nod of his head towards him, letting a faint cold voice speak out from the metal, "I mean no harm towards either of you."
Placing the left hand right above his waist, he gave a light bow towards Uriel. Though the actions had been quick of Uriel, he was sure nothing more would occur should he have shown himself. Unless of course if this Uriel did not like someone coming by un-announced. Though Xael did as he thought his Lord would have commanded and bowed towards him, as he was a higher power than himself. His arms folded downwards to his sides, holding the palms towards Uriel. "I have shown myself to you." He gave a light tilt to his helmet watching this Uriel as the moments would pass. Though should he be killed by this Uriel, he cared not, for it was for the one he swore to obey. Though he had no thoughts of such little things, nor could he think at all. He simply held within his mind those commands that were given onto him, and followed them.
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
The very storm relayed any presence tangible or intangible to her perceptions- communicating directly via the elements which licked the unknown crouching deep in the concealment of darkness; nothing is ever totally coveted, not when her very quintessence was in factual the storm. Her energy had stirred those elements of wind and air causing them to ascend to her very being, causing a electrical reaction within the atmosphere and gathering this mass up had unleashed it into the form of a storm?something that would not be seen as strange or unusual- or simply supernatural. But seemingly and maybe yet to be proven as illusion this clandestine being appeared no more than a puppet being handled by the will of one much higher in station and power; this marionette had been sent to study, observe and relay, in a way no more different than what herself and Uriel had been partaking in; but still she remained sceptical and attentive. Casting those opalesque mirrors directly towards where the being was camouflaged within the mantle of gloomy ill-tiding clouds, gaze piercing through those very vapours slightly narrowing as Uriel spoke- until this point his words seemed only to filter through her psyche and then evaporating for her concentration was placed upon the one who was observing the observers. What a lovely game of cat and mouse, where each hunter was to be the hunted- and the watchers simply watched by another crouching within the hidden darkness?a darkness beyond darkness but not so craftily hidden completely. She observed Uriel closely in askance glances with that same tilted expression, but also focused upon the darkness waiting to behold what lurked and leered before them.
From that position of lofty heights, storm beating upon her very lithe form and despite exhaustion she would not falter as right hand crossed over concaved bare naval; digits stroking over that gilded metal of pommel and hilt- wrapping around delicately; fingers tracing the mithril in soft caress- perhaps for her own reassurance or the fact she would be prepared for anything. Left hand ascending to replace the wayward cascades of damp honey-dew tresses which billowed about her form like the blazing solar resurrection of dawn; draping those bare alabaster shoulders which glistened in the lightening as if diamonds adorned her very flawless skin. Glimmering and shifting effervescence of sporadic electrical golden tridents which assailed to strike the flesh of the earth. Winds gathering and howling in cacophony choirs, almost in comparison to the lilt of purgatory- and little difference in effect as those choking and wailing cadences rose to new crescendos; synchronized by the low allegro of cawing- from those magnificent birds, darkened fugues flapping creating whistles of wind through each razor-serrated feather of radiant iridescence. Another deafening crack of thunder would puncture the symphony of the tempest- striking in god-like rumbles only to ripple the earth with another violent tremor. The storm had begun, what was soon to follow? The very thunder scraping the skies as if the very doors of the ether were opening, allowing the hordes to spawn through and strike the very foundations of the terra firma; the symbolism was indeed profound and glorious.
Storm was confident that Uriel could handle any given situation, but she remained directly at his side and alert at all times- eyes just perforating the darkness in their resplendent effluences; and at last a voice replied to the very commands or asks of Uriel- an intonation void and empty; far more frosted than the northern winds carrying the blizzards of far seasoned winters. It was clear that perhaps this may be a form of messenger or just plain and simple- one to ensure and acknowledge their presence which so far seemed in a slight respectful manner. She simply listened and observed; but in the very miasma of clouds and rain she enfolded the arabesque of darkness around her own form, it was of no great feat considering who she was- and still is. Stare locked directly upon one who revealed himself and partook of noble obeisance and bow- an act which caused a slender brow to rise over those statuesque features. Lips would remain sealed- for the moment allowing Uriel to question or ponder action, for what would the next step be she was ready?.and as the residue of demonic blood pumped through her veins it was evident that she had a mind and thoughts of her own?a soft, smirk forming over those rain-beaded lips the colour of vintage wine in illuminance and lustre- a portrait of darkness and light enwreathed into this most delicious and delectable sinuous form?.wings gracefully beating to sustain the momentum of being perfectly still within the air; simply waiting for what was yet left to unfold.
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Posted by Uriel
Easing the crushing majesty of his power somewhat as the being hidden within darkness revealed himself, yet maintaining the glowing barrier that would prevent any communication with its master, Uriel cocked his head to one side at the bow given and the words spoken. Eyes writhing with flaming gold studied the creature intensely while right hand would twitch in anticipation of a single false move. Uriel did not kill for killings sake and could see here stood a potential of stimulus that perhaps should not be wasted, so moving closer he directed his gaze upon the beings meagre soul to perceive the why and how of it. Satisfied he nodded silently then moved back to Storms side reaching out and taking her hand, for he could feel the residues still within her and had chosen the unusual in what he would do.
His free hand reached and with a silent thought a feather would come free from a wing. He grasped its quill and held it upright before him studying it for a moment before a thought would place it in the intruder?s hand. Voice colder then the outer reaches of creation and dripping with doom unbound he would make it very obvious in his tones that to disobey what he was about to command would be to doom not just this creature, but his master kith and kin to a death that would take an eternity of agony, ?The feather I have just given you is to be placed into the hand of your master. Tell him that he who is death, and she that is hope walk this plane in the name of Light Infinite. Tell him that we study for now but will reach a choice, and when we do there will either be those whom stand for the Gracious One, or those whom stand against and those whom stand against shall feel the unleashed wrath of the entire heavens at the corruption they immerse themselves in upon this world. The choice thy master faces is to stay and continue corrupting the creation with his very presence, or to take his evil elsewhere far from this plane and far from this beloved world. I shall know if you fail in the task I give you, for the feather in your hand shall not go to any other but your master and if you fail, you yourself shall be responsible for your masters death, also tell him that the next creature he sends to study This precious one? he gestured to Storm?s divine form ? or myself shall be used as a weapon to ensure your masters death.? His voice became terrible again, and the earth below rumbled in its cruel harmonics, ?NOW LEAVE US CHILD OF DARKNESS, LEAVE US AND DO NOT RETURN? So loudly that in distant galaxies suns would explode in fiery death.
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Posted by Breath of Essence
Detecting her fellow comrade, the one who she had spoken to within the ether and another presence familiar and not so familiar, it spurred her curiosity greatly and so directly travelled to the striking illumination of Uriel. His very being cut through the darkness in a radiant brilliance of explosions and reactions to the oncoming darkness which seeped over the land in a sinister blanket, covering the very land in its foul corruption, tainting everything within its path, rising to drown buildings and spires like a amorphous ocean of shadows and sin. The very essence of this feeling crept along her spine as wings glided through the oncoming storm; a storm which would drive this aura of darkness back into the crevices from where its creator urged it to flow. It would be driven back from the centre of the city at least and hopefully dispersing, but she had no great hope of that eventuating for the very essence of it was rather strong?perhaps stronger than what should be capable of those upon the material plane and the only solution Bath Kol could figure or assume was the Shadow Lords were behind such spectral plagues. Onward she travelled, wings beating against the storm causing powerful downdrafts and spirals through the clouds, causing streams of ghostly plumes behind her in a visible trail, the only evidence of the sky would be visible before the storm would once again conceal. It was then she heard the powerful voice of Uriel shaking the foundations of the universe and heavens, suns exploding from the wrath inspired by those very few words and urging her faster to see what the commotion was. Arriving westward to Uriel?s side she would witness him, the murder of ravens flocking around him in their own tatters of natures wrath, and then this resplendent female whose hand was held in Uriel?s- this dumbfounded her to the extend of momentarily losing her wings in flight, stopped so stunned in her path as she looked upon Ariadne and saw the very essence of her soul, shaking her head the only words that could find surface ?This?cannot be!?
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
Again many quintessence rippled and transferred through the emanation and eruption of tempest, but not only this another fuelled the wrath and resentment with his own purpose and omnipotent energies- urging forth that pure divine right to be the smiting hand if it was deemed appropriate- it is was justified in the very interests of mankind. She felt this sudden surge of power as his hand gripped hers, eyes casting slowly downwards to actually witness that very moment when flesh graced flesh; a moment when she followed the contour of his arms- each tendon rippling in the gathering of power beneath that supple striking skin and grandiose fa?ade. To greet his eyes with those very crystals of moonlight- dazzling between the equilibrium of darkness and inspired brilliance of heaven?s might flashing against the velveteen Hyperion of blackness and greys; almost a silhouette beguiled by the very elements in which both Storm and Uriel meet; the earth- almost a sense of chthonian allegiance a common ground already meet and thus observed and noted; accepted. He was the first to actually accept her for what she was and had become- he was the very first to look past legends and reputations; expectations and past stigmas. He was the first of his kind to actually listen, to see past the illusion of infernal decadence and to reach beyond that never knowing what to expect and still he did not retreat his aid or advice. So Ariadne would not question his motives or actions she would merely look upon the creature before her with an emotionless gaze- not judging nor thinking any less of his worth than what she would for any other creature, each had their purposes in the large scale of things and this being before her and Uriel showing some form of respect and honor would be received the same. Cranium would slowly motion in a respectful nod of obeisance allowing those golden cascades to flow with that very movement of grandeur and refinement. She had always been a lady of great class and sophistication and regardless of obvious presences and quintessences she would not allow that to falter now- after all respect given should be respect received- something that had always divided her from every other beast or divine creature.
Another presence soon grabbed her attentions travelling from the direction which would soon greet the temper or barbed-wind song and tempest, the very frontal force which would strain wings if one was weary or jaded from other travels which she knew Bath Kol was- having known all along of her meeting with Uriel within the Ether, after his assail by brothers and sisters of his own race. That did not win them any favours in the eye of the Storm, luckily Bath Kol was not one of these who pointed a crooked finger against one whom has always been nothing but faithful and loyal. She studied this approaching figure with great interest having known of Bath Kol from previous encounters- the Great Infernal Wars and a couple with occurred upon the material plane and even one within the Astral; they both knew each others names- it was hardly a godsend that Ariadne now loosely sat on the fringe of both sides, not on either side but more or less her own side. Justice, retribution and redemption were Ariadne?s only concerns and she was more than adamant that Bath Kol would have more than her fair share of concerns and surprises; how the daughter of Lucifer flies with the very Guardian of the Dead and Death? How the Empress of the Imperial Palace of Hades, the betrothed bride to be of Asmodeus was here in the company of the Seraphim; the First Triad- and accepted also in that same repose? It was all too delicious and the smirk which had already formed over those lustrous lips curved even more into more noticeable smirk- corners of mouth lifting to display perfect ivory; but of course not in a smirk of obvious malice or contempt?more of a benevolent knowledgeable smile- after all it wasn?t every day that two known enemies would come to cross paths and be upon the same ?team?.
Slender digits wrapped around Uriel?s hand in response to his reverberated words- echoing through the very halls of darkness- colliding upon each star sending them hurdling through the blackened void- to rupture suns in solar conflictions; a brief display of power she was sure although effective. The granting of the raven?s feather was an intrigue and eyes would simply flow with the gesture- though that smile never leaving her picturesque features; all-knowing and quite confident in her own abilities. Head ascending with the visual presence of Bath Kol as Ariadne?s turns to grace her face with that of her past enemy?another slight nod granted, though only slight in honor and greeting; eyes staring through the very image of Bath Kol in an almost cold and empty expression as the storm swarmed and gathered around her, seemingly attending to her limbs as if each violent tendril was a serpentine pet, or lover- cold plumed tendrils arising from the scant arabesque of miasma and vapour. Once again rain would bless the land in frosted artic torrents damping attire and physiques; fabric of gilded tourniquet becoming more flimsy and see-through as the onslaught purified those wings already stained by the corruptions and sins of this plane- blessing them so they would once again shine with the resplendence of the divine. A cold laughter?as her salacious voice sung through the night like the haunting nightingale singing a dirge to her fallen lover?
?Greetings once again oh divine one of earth and prophesy. What fates have deemed us to cross paths once again, and in the guise of the other's reflection? How quaint! Those two whom have conflicted so...now unite on the same side- between the darkness.?
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Posted by The Voice of Unity
All seeing, all knowing, all wise One would watch and wait as alterations overcame impudent nature and the origins of his most beloved would emerge from the feminine form of the child in his eyes, and the actions of he whom walked with ravens wings had made the one proud of his creation, indeed the joyous sensations at the developing growth of this pair together working in His name gave him infinite hope for finally he could fulfil the pattern his unifying prophecy had foreseen from the beginning. Studying the actions on mortal planes caused grave concern for darkness grew amidst greed and filth, power used for powers sake, murder, theft, promiscuity demon worship and demon control of mans hearts, the very earth was tainted by the presence of ones whom before had been within the sway of he who made his way slowly towards redemption. The creature whom had assumed control had no concept of balance, for without opposing forces all would cease and this thing was determined to wrest control of this precious earth, but fortunately His Divine Presence was served well by those such as beloved Uriel and now Storm.
Ecstatic release of energies towards his blessed daughter as she began to raise power and give generation to her namesake providing cleansing wind, purifying rain potent lightening and thunder capable of shaking worlds. She desired to prove her worth, and allow this he would but already she had been judged and found worthy, her intention towards enlightening change and the actions thereafter confirming his thought that this was good. His creation needed such a wonder to assist it in this time, and his silent guidance of Uriel providing the tiniest of touches to Uriel?s heart so the great angel would love this blessed daughter giving her something to trust and believe in during this tumultuous time of modification. Harmonious warmth meandering through his being as also he knew Uriel deserved such a gracing influence, no he would need this balance in times soon to befall him the Magnanimous Presence was well pleased with his accomplishment.
Hidden mirth at the ravens antics and approach, for some reason He always found them a reassurance in his faith in the Angel to whom he had placed deaths grim purpose upon and his thought guaranteed that the birds whom to all but Uriel were haughty and vicious would be courteous and loving to Storms presence, and the expression on Uriel?s near made him give the game away, but silent he would remain awaiting a moment suitable for the maximum effect of the few words he would utter.. He sent a tendril of sensitivity to his oracle covering her eyes and ears until the moment would be of nature perfect, effectively blinding her to what was occurring until he was ready then waited, knowing a dark one would have to investigate the occurrences and effects of his children?s grim purpose. To add effect to Storm?s display he would silently magnify her power to levels incalculable using his ravenesque winged seraphim to cover his potency so that she would continue to believe that Uriel was her prime support in this new order of things, for in his heart this was to be the way of the penultimate future, thus making a continuity of grace that would raise the level of the glorious unbounding of unifying crystalline lattice He envisaged. Still it was not enough.
His deliberate silence over incomprehensible periods had divided the angelic realm, confounding and confusing faith but still this was part of the divining purpose of His Manifestaion for he sought to lift the angels even further towards His quintessential being and the only way this could be achieved was to without their knowledge open the pathways of free will allowing them to decipher His actions and with hope find the essential truth within themselves, but He was saddened for as yet the only two to discern the truth of His actions were Uriel and the former Demoness Storm now his most shining star, and it seemed that perhaps the time for his opening of action was drawing nigh. Pride in his chosen ones at the reaction of Uriel to the one sent to observe touched His magnimanity for the handling of such perfection showed the growth of this angels being towards the One?s dream. Releasing his will so the beloved oracle would now perceive something worthy of investigation, he now waited patiently until she would fly forth and with disbelief in her mind confront Storm and Uriel. Now was the instant he had waited for, and a glow of purest white would appear far above Bath Kol, Uriel and Storm growing until it appeared a new sun had been born then a deep and even voice emerging in potency unimagined would traverse all the planes cutting across all languages and universes from the primal point, ?I AM WHAT I AM? He would start ?AND THIS IS INDEED THE PURPOSE OF ENVISIONMENT. GREETINGS BELOVED STORM, TRUE DAUGHTER OF MY HEART, KNOW THAT THOU HAST MINE PRIDE AND THOU SHALT BEAR MY GLORY UNTIL THE END OF DAYS IN THINE ACCOMPLISHMENT. URIEL, THY WISDOM AND FOREBEARANCE SHALL GRANT THEE A REWARD BEYOND ANY OF THINE COMPREHENSION. BATH KOL, FORGIVE ME FOR KEEPING THEE APART FROM MINE ENVISIONMENT, BUT NEEDS BE THAT THIS HAD TO COME TO FRUITION WITHIN ITS OWN CYCLE, NOW TIS INDEED THE TIME AND UPON THINE OWN DECISIONS SHALL THE FATE OF MINE BELOVED CREATION REST. KNOWEST THIS ALL ANGELS WITHIN MY ENCOMPASSMENT THESE THREE ANGELS HAVE MINE TRUST IN ALL THEY DO FOR THESE THREE HAVE AT LEAST ATTEMPTED TO FIX WHAT HAS BEEN BROKEN. IT IS MINE COMMAND, THAT WHEN URIEL AND STORM DECIDE WHAT MUST BY NEEDS BE DONE THAT THOU LOOKEST DEEP WITHIN THYSELF AND CHOOSE. CHOOSE TO EITHER CLEANSE WHAT HAS BEEN CORRUPTED, TRUSTING IN MY WORD, OR?? here He would pause allowing His words to sink in, for here began perhaps the final conflict. ?STORM, URIEL AND BATH KOL, THOU HAST MINE BLESSING, DOEST WHAT THOU WILL AND MINE LOVE IS UPON THEE?
The glowing purity would brighten to blinding intensity then fade to nothing leaving them again as His presence would again fade to seeming non existence but still he watched awaiting what outcome would occur. All Knowing, All Seeing All Wise, Thus Be It Done?
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Posted by Breath of Essence
A blink was all that could be relayed as eyes were uncertain if trickery was involved?she didn?t reply to the greeting which seemed more venomous than what Bath Kol cared to acknowledge or agree upon, she simply turned to look upon Uriel in the wise profound stare of emerald and indigo, the colours of the elements she strongly represented. There was little to do or say other than look upon all with a sense of silence- until that powerful wave washed over them, the scent essence of the most exalted radiance, sweet perfume drifting upon the very winds of this divine manifestation. Again she could only listen and witness this most truest of divine experiences and moments. This should be recorded in the histories of time and religion; the birth of the new Morning Star?a Light Bearer stepping from the darkness. One born and never fallen and she almost felt ashamed of herself having doubted Uriel, having doubted her most high and divine Father. She had been wrong, all along?it would be a hard for such pride and that fact of her ?gifts? that she could have been so wrong?that she may have pushed this beautiful angel known as Ariadne further into the darkness all those years ago, by judging her?and adhere further to that flesh the brand mark of evil. Ariadne was never of the fallen. Bath Kol hung her head in shame?it was all she could do as she listened to her Father speak.
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Posted by Xael Malicei
He had certainly been found out, and quicker than expected by either him or his master. The feather was placed inside of his the metal casted glove hand, digits slowly curling inwards as they wrapped around the precious feather. A slight grin formed behind the mask, as he eased away from those of the light, moving the darkness that was around him, from them. Though he had been found out, and they would know of the feather should he not deliver it, surely his Lord wouldn't be terribly dis-appointed. His eyes stared towards them as he moved back, twisting his frame, moving further now. "It shall be delivered........."
This was a useless journey for him to come here, and try to watch such beings, but none-the-less he obeyed his Lord. There was no questioning him, nor could he even think of a time he would do otherwise. For that matter, Xael could not think at all, it was a blank mind. Only brought on doing what he was told, and that he did not do on this eve. The grim smirk upon his lips faded, as he spiraled through the air, transcending from the depths of the clouds.
He would go back to where he came, though take in the earth that was below. Looking upon that beauty that it gave off from being so high up from that ground. A taste of malice came within his mouth, looking onto the beauty that it gave. Bah, it was bad enough there was good in the world, but the world alone had a taint of beauty to it. A mere fire alone could liven the place up. Pathetic morsels such as those were only fixated onto one idea, so plain. Why not let other things take place for once? Whom was to say the world always to be beautiful, besides without Evil, Pain, Destruction, this place would be boring.
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Posted by Uriel
Golden eyes continued to watch the one whom now held the feather of his wing, and fingers would maintain his beloved?s clasp as energies were opened to allow the figures retreat to its master. Perceptions extended he would sense the approach of the oracle towards them heart joyous at Bath Kol?s coming to join them in this the grandest of endeavours. Ravens circling amidst the turbulent clouds of Storm?s creation cawing and playing in the aura of he whom they loved above all others until this day. Face would study the expression of the newcomer, noting the disbelief in her form and the shock in her mind at the majestic form of the majesty of Storm.
Suddenly the overwhelming presence and depth of the Ultimate Source of majesty would wash over his being in surreal blessedness and Uriel knew beyond doubt that the time of silence had ended. Head bowed he would listen and feel the blessings placed upon his shoulders along with the burden of hope and doom which now was his and Storm?s to bear, but bear it he would and support Storm he would. When the one had completed his words and faded back to the Primal Point he would remain silent for a time reflecting on what lay before them, then raise his eyes to Storm?s love shining from those golden orbs before turning his face to see Bath?s self torture at what had happened. Words as soft as the down on a baby Raven he would speak, ?It is in my mind that the one kept this hidden from all Bath, you are not to blame and forgiveness is upon you in His blessing. Now shall you join us in this task. Storm must rest for the change has placed a heavy price upon her, come little oracle, follow us for when she has taken her rest, it seems there is much to be done.? Then he would flex the fingers of the hand grasping Storm?s, ?Come beloved Storm, let us seek a place where you may rest, for we have much to contemplate and much to do?
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
A quick quirk of the brow rose higher over her features ? an expression of slight amusement and nonchalant concerns, such a being was merely fodder in her time beneath all, deep within the chthonian caverns and the abyss itself. It was the only highlight upon notion of why he was observing and quite casual in the matter considering the fat of the seraphim and the very radiance of light which shines through every single feather, emanating through each pore of flesh granting that lustre of gilded patina and golden aura?s. The passing of the feather, an exchange of words and then the ripple of something far omnipotent breaking its way into the immediate atmosphere, surrounding them entirely with its superior presence and she could not help but be shunned slightly by that almighty eminence- the purest and most holy of sources; the very creator of ALL things himself . It was not in fear that she was shunned, it was directly due to the unholy taint which still ran thinly through her bloodstream- and still a blemish upon her soul. All things indeed had to run its course, this was a mere fact of everything- nothing is instantly or granted without a higher purpose and it was this higher purpose which had stood from the throne of Tetragrammaton and taken step upon the very material plane which HE had created. All other beings were just surge of the underworld- they only existed because the ?ONE? allowed them to exist; how foolish they were to think otherwise. Slithering through the earth like minuscule worthless germs, fouling the Terra Firma like a disease, a plague of all that was nothing but insects beneath his very heel- a simply command and they would simply be no more- just exactly how it had always been, and would remain despite how many devils or demons rose to claim the fallen pompous fools place?they would soon be joining them. Greed had never won a war, not entirely- they fail to see their errors; even the great Dark Lords themselves were not totally omnipotent, their periods of triumph waned just like the lunar tide slowly fluctuating from their grasp. It is why evil had always failed?their strengths were misplaced and always never concentrated upon to the full extent of capabilities, each seethed in their own fetid juices bitting the very nails of the talons which so clearly hold them around the throat?they fail to see, and triumph would never be there?s completely. Justice is such an unforgiving mistress and she would be no different once the jury had decided, and court was in session. Of course she would not be the judge- she would allow their own deeds to judge their actions and thus deliver sentence, but?it would be by the wish of the ?One? who should fall and fail?everything was in his hands- a forgiving god, a merciless god; just as it is with nature- beauty and tyranny, kindness and cruelty, calm and wrathful- this would be her very essence and her penance.
Each word uttered by the most exalted purest form of omnipotent power- a power that could not be denied as ALL powerful- could not go unnoticed by the darkness seeping through the City of Caloria; each emanation of darkness would retreat rapidly from that very source of light and holiness- a force that would compel most to retreat and wither back into their sewers or decrepit castles. The armies would be of little interest or concentrated upon as of yet- let them play their miniature games of war, toy soldiers and easy buried beneath the sand, or in cases of ancient biblical history- salt; and in some cases where a city was expendable?fire. Nothing was indispensable when all the good of humanity and the sanctity of the earth were breached. Here they march like insects beneath those storm-pregnant clouds, ready to assail once again another army, ripping them from the flesh of the earth and sending them spiralling back into the depths of the abyss- broken toy soldiers?the mere thought was simply enticing and intoxicating; perhaps even seductive in all aspects of such notions. The femme fatale of heaven?s embrace; the golden angel of tempests and storms- the very essence of nature in its untamed definitions and attributes; the very essence of fatal beauty and natural poisons?and from this she would scourge those physical plagues and render armies defenceless against the coming of the storm. It was mazing how ignorant these fools were. Such notions fuelled the fire within her blood, boiling it with those energies that were slowly surrendering to the new side of this exquisite angel. But, with a difference- she was not like any other of the seraphim; she was dangerously unique and perhaps she would pay the Dark Lord Varsinax a visit and see if she shall refresh his memory into exactly who Storm/Ariadne was, and still is- just resurrected and bearing new gifts.
Uriel?s hand squeezing hers tighter made thoughts recoil and return back into the dark corners of her mind- perhaps where such things should remain, both potential and threatening in consideration to her current state- body so taxed and weary from many onslaughts prior to transformation. Slender digits furling around his hand in response to that applied pressure. Then his words suggestion some place to find rest and shelter, but?where? She could only respond by optical agreement- eyelashes slowly closing to form a blink; still attempting to absorb everything into her mind and make some logical sense from so many confused and mixed thoughts and she yet had no time to sit and contemplate. Atra/Storm/Ariadne had always been a logical sovereign- nothing was ever not thought through carefully to every fine and perfect detail; never was only a whim or impulse acted upon?yet again this was another factor of her success and she had won MANY wars and fought MANY wars in the name of evil- even in the name of Varsinax himself?so she knew if anyone would seek council with her- it would be him, maybe for old times sake or simply because they were once the closest of allies. After all it was Varsinax who convinced her to bring Darkbane upon the material planes once again- and under his watch, Darkbane grew at an alarming rate- until Atra held no purpose for it anymore, so why continue with stale blood? Perhaps it was time to converse with the known Dark Lord and see where everything was placed?the purpose behind so many things could simply be revealed via conversation and political discussion- then everyone would know where they stand. It was a notion, a thought which not be dispelled by a gesture of wavering it away with ideals of rest or slumber- this would plague her dreams.
A slight nod, as moonstone orbs glanced towards Bath Kol- she could not help but unleash tendrils of warning and curse-spurred wishes- there were many bad feelings there and they would simply not be dismissed simply because Atra/Ariadne had a change of heart and sought redemption. She was quite sure many of the Seraphim had harsh feelings towards another, the very thoughts and onslaught of Uriel proved that very fact. Ariadne however promised the energies rippling through her that although they were thoughts she would not immediately act upon them unless challenged; and surely Bath Kol would not be so foolish as to challenge Ariadne- that would indeed prove to be her undoing and the justifiable means to distinguish her light for eternity- open the gates of Oblivion and gladly accompany her to meet that final end and farewell. Tangible patterns rippling within her psychic pall would express that her thoughts were not being concealed- she openly thought them, she wanted everyone to know those thoughts, there was nothing secret nor would she hide such notions- if one has the conviction to think them, one should have the conviction to say them and simply opening her mind up in such a fashion was granting them access to both worlds. Then nothing would be assumed or construed- everything was in the open, ever so bold and prideful?but then again this was Atra/Ariadne- always grandiose and proud; noble and majestic. The very true embodiment of a Queen or Empress, one worthy of rule in every sense of the manner and definition- she had her Kingdom Shadu?Nanen but now another thought transpired?she must obtain one upon the material plane but would Uriel remain or leave? Of course duty would call them to far off places?but what perfect way to observe than to take up actual residence and seemingly appear as she once was- the grandiose monarch so well reputed for? Would such things be permitted? Again she looked upon Uriel and simply spoke in her usual melodious mellifluous salacious timbre.
?I have many questions my dearest Uriel, many notions and torments- I have opened these thoughts to you to freely read if you will it so- an action I never do; I do this so nothing may be construed that I plot against the seraphim and your grandiose Creator. I wish my Father could see things in every aspect of the light?his thoughts and judgments are ever so clouded; this I sense. I am afraid that I am losing all contact with him, he is silent- and still and I cannot help but show concern though also knowing he has made his own bed and thus must lay in it as we all do. He does not sense he is in the wrong, but his reasons have become purely fanatical and merely fro his own pleasure and greed. I do not wish to choose sides Uriel- and thus I am torn. I am no longer accepted by my kind?nor shall I be totally accepted by your kind- and thus I am in the middle. I need rest?but shall I ever find it? My thoughts are simply at war with strongly adhered ideals- I cannot forget who I was; for I still am?that person just redeemed and thus forgiven- but I cannot forget. I accept the way of things and the gracious welcoming of your creator as a daughter in his arms- but I have my Father and I will no doubt see him fail and fall again?if he does not change his ways. But, I know him- he will not ask for redemption or forgiveness. He wants the world in his arms and will not rest until he has just that. You may have lost a brother my dearest Uriel?but I lost my blood, my flesh?my Father. It is a worrisome notion to bear??
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Posted by Breath of Essence
She would simply nod, there was little else to do except acknowledge those thoughts writhing from portended thoughts, unkind thoughts. But Bath Kol would understand and accept them as Storm?s own thoughts and they had no bearing on the reason why Bath Kol was even present?she was there because she was sent there not because she entirely wished to be there, but to also make sure that things were no illusion. She knew how crafty Atra was, had seen it with her own eyes as alliance and oaths were crumbled, becoming nothing more than burning pieces of paper sending curse-spoken boons. Atra was the most adept sorceress to have ever plagued the world, in all its corruption nations had fallen nothing left only black charred barren wastelands. Atra engulfed worlds and played with humans as if they were puppets upon her string; they were her pawns and slaves and when they had served her purpose?she destroyed them, smited the very ground on which they walked. So excuse the fact she would not completely trust Ariadne, regardless of the creator of heaven, earth and hell welcomed her with open arms, Bath Kol would not be so trusting and probably never would be?it would simply take lifetimes to accept this decadence into the hierarchy of the celestial spheres. An emerald glance given to Uriel as he spoke of shelter, a humorous glance scanning over the land suggesting where he actually suggests they find residence. Although she did take note of an abandoned castle just westward of the city, and she would simply state this information vocally to Uriel.
?I saw a Castle which appeared to be abandoned; perhaps there we shall seek cover and access the situation out from this miserable weather and cold rain? A glance given to Storm to indicate the very detestation within that statement. Taking flight she would show them the way ?not waiting for the matter to be discussed.
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Posted by Defenders_Sword
A crash of thunder a ball of living flame erupting before them into existence, pulsating wildly then settling into a single flaming pillar fading to reveal a perfect form, wings of white so intense as to blind, eyes of flame, bare chested with a sigil of fire emblazoned on his flesh. He would nod to Bath, then turn his wild visage upon the Angelic figure of Storm and the figure of his empowered brother. Passion emerging, raw emotion thick in his voice ?For aeons nothing, then you brother vanish appearing in realms of darkness beside the most dangerous creature in the multiverse. We thought, I thought you had betrayed The All. WHAT HAVE THEE DONE, BROTHER?? he screamed, not in rage but in desperate need to discover the meaning of the events unfolded. Confusion flickering across his face, hand on hilt of sword of golden perfection ?I do not understand, where before stood a child of wickedness, now before me is and angel empowered and loved by the Beloved Unity. Where before thou wert grim and dour, being the most solitary of our kind, now thee stand before me, joy and love engulfing you, and thine hand clasping the hand of this, this Miracle? he forced himself to say.
Shaking himself and gathering his thoughts, the mighty Angel Michael drew his form from the shuddering wreck he had momentarily shown and showed his true majestic bearing, ?And to further add to mine confusion, after a silence of so long, our Beloved Father has emerged from His reveries and has now spoken of things that must be.? Again his voice rose in pitch and timbre until flames appeared about his form, and sword appeared in his grasp, ?WHAT HAVE YOU DONE BROTHER, THAT HE WILL NOW EMERGE, THAT HE HAS SPOKEN TO THEE AND THINE, THAT HE HAS PLACED IN THINE AND STORM?S HANDS THE CHOICE OF ALL THE FUTURES? Passion fading, eyes troubled he would gaze upon Uriel then turn his gaze to Storm?s perfection finally lowering his eyes and bowing his head in respect, ?The Blessed One hast made thee welcome, thus it is that also this one shall bid thee welcome. Welcome Storm, welcome to what is now thine kindred. I pray that thou findest acceptance amongst our kind but in mine heart it is mine thought this shall not be easy.? He then turned back to Uriel and his words became hard and as fiery as his beloved element, ?Brother it seems thee owe an accounting, and I will have it.?
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Posted by Uriel
Uriel watched both Storm and Bath carefully, he had made his choice and his heart lay open to Storm for good or ill, yet even the Father had given his blessing to the turn his mind had taken for he had not forbidden his love for this creature of perfection. He carefully listened to Storm opening her tender heart on fears and worries, and surprise crossed his features at the point she made, "Storm hold, did you not know. Oh by the Father. He whom bore the light, and whose seed sired your form is silent for good reason, he makes his way towards his own redemption and is bound to the course he has chosen. Heaven or at least much of it" his face went sour for a moment"is rejoicing and I thought it was because of this you made your choice!" His eyes would study her closely but would then silence himself and drawing his beloved Storm with him, he began to fly in the direction of the castle in Bath's knowledge.. Something impinged upon his senses and he paused, eyes of gold watching the imposing fireballs arrival, yet senses calm for he knew this presence well. Waiting until the show finished, for oftimes he found such displays ostentatious he watched the emergence of his brother, the defender Michael. Words would be spoken passion directed towards him then his brother showed respect to Storm. Uriel remained silent yet within him his anger boiled when Michael demanded an accounting.
Voice so cold to freeze the air before him, shining eyes penetrating and as hard as the Will of the One he answered ?NO! NO Brother mine, I shall not make mineself accountable to thee nor to any other of mine brothers. Mine actions are justified to the One alone, for this be the heart of the choice he has lain upon mine heart and upon the heart of mine beloved Storm and should thee push for this then thee shalt feel mine anger brother mine and dost thou wish to finally see if Himself doth truly enliven me with His might. It is mine suggestion that thee do as mine heart has forced upon mine soul for the duration of His silence and seek deeply within thyself, for although thine words hast made welcome unto Storm, it is indeed mine perception that thy heart is not fully bound to thy words and until such time as thee may speaketh them and thine heart doth givest them full honour thou art unwelcome in mine presence. Now begone brother, taketh thine perceptions away from this place and seeketh within thyself for the truth of the Divine Wisdoms intention or wilt thou feeleth mine wrath. Returneth whence thy heart dost support thine words and perhaps we shalt bid thee welcome.?
He would watch as Michael, shocked beyond all belief would freeze then knowing the truth of Uriels nature bowed his head in acknowledgement and vanished. Turning his eyes back to Storms, all anger fading as his gaze caught hers, he spoke softly and in perhaps the gentlest tones any had ever heard from his lips, ?I am sorry for that dearest Storm, his words were of goodly nature, but it was my discerning that his heart still looked upon you as you were before, and I have made it my task that this is not to be. He is wise enough to go and ponder what has happened and he shall return, but Michael was always hot headed and would speak before he had thought things through, it is the nature of fire.? He chuckled sadly. ?Now beloved shall we continue to the castle Bath has found so that you may finally seek rest, also I feel a tiny fear upon you and shall answer it now. No I shall not leave your side, excepting in the necessity of duty I shall remain with you.? Again his motion would draw her forward, as gentle strength issued from his grasp to her form again making sure that she knew his words were as he was, a perfect bond.
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Posted by Defenders_Sword
Michael?s form became a study of emotional conflict for never before had Uriel so blatantly refused such a question and made it clear beyond doubt that he would fight to defend his viewpoint. This shook him to the core for the stolid seraphim to do so and it touched a nerve that Uriel truly new something of the Ones goal in this that none but he and Storm comprehended. As badly as he was shaken anger near surfaced at Uriel?s words until he felt the full weight of Uriel?s conviction behind him and that was enough to force him to back down for Uriel in this state was a being of terrifying magnificence even to his own kind. A simple nod and his essence would step back into the realm beyond rapidly withdrawing to a place of solitude where he could contemplate and pray for guidance on what his eyes and heart had beheld.
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
Before time would permit such privileges of rest and slumber another presence rippled the very firmament in a blaze of fire and retribution- the very essence illuminating the heavens in that amber-vermillion explosion. It would seen the very presence of the ?One? inspired many to follow in curiosity or bearing ill-tidings upon forked tongues; such things she would not respect or acknowledge and even as Michael?s form bore the flames of his element and spoke forth the words assailing his brother?s position and decisions and then directing upon her spite-bitten words- she would simply stare back directly upon him?opalesque mirrors never faltering from those burning portals of condemnation and she would struggle to keep her own opinions to herself. The very fact of his statements were enough to grant him no respect for as he spoke words of welcome his heart was singing a bitter, doubtful tune?a doubting Thomas of the heavens; but she came across the inkling that there were probably legions of doubt-ridden Angels willing to state their feelings or reveal their venomous spiteful hearts for all to look upon and sigh or marvel. How brave Michael must believe himself to be and in all consideration there was reason for Ariadne to express her abhorrence in his presence but she would not lower herself to his blatant level of disrespect. Uriel had put Michael in his place but regardless she etched herself forth just slightly before Uriel as she retorted her words before Michael would vanish back into the spheres from where hence he had entered. Her words soft, she had no need of raising her voice to appear mighty or foreboding- she had a reputation for such things, why live up to that reputation before the judgmental eyes of Michael; it was all to enlightening for him, obviously his time staring aloft mindlessly over the world many things had gone unnoticed, and again this very night as soldiers attacked the world beneath him, Michael was too caught up in his own affairs to simply observe, pay his respects and look upon the task at hand?again vanity and self-righteousness had pulled those strings tighter around the pride of narcissism and false judgment. Who made Michael judge and duty? And to question the very statement of his creator only further her lowered opinions of Michael. But, standing forth within the raptures of the storm she retorted- slender digits still entwined within Uriel?s , never leaving the gentle sensation of flesh pressing against the palm of her left hand- resting directly over those glyphs embedded into her flesh like a brand. From these mystical sigils a dim ethereal aura faintly pulsated- emitting a low drone of pulsed flashes, a simply display that she has had enough of doubts administered by those whom to her had no say in the matter or even her transformation- it bothered her a great deal and thus it would now be evident that such heart-felt secrets were not so secret for Michael stood within the tempest, the very winds whipping around his form like wild serpents about to strike. The very essence and notions portrayed within these unfurling winds were relayed, there was nothing cloaked or coveted, this element had the ability to extract any memory, notion or action and simply send it hurling through the earth, if not pushed back against the psyche as if a physical hand compelled them, driving them back hard against the skull. She would not have such thoughts assailed upon her and would speak this clearly from her mind and heart.
?You speak with a forked tongue Michael, hardly a trait worthy of an Angel- it makes you no better than the foul corruption of the very bottomless pits; the bells of pandemonium play their discordant drones within your heart and mind- a sound that can barely be missed my someone as astute as myself. Right now, your very mannerism is no better than the spawn which slither through hell?but, at least they have no mind in which to think and consider?a shame I cannot say the same about you, Michael. Please do not attempt to humour with the words from a child, a child who fails to understand the very perplexity of the questions they ask. If you truly knew your brother- you would not question him. It is not your place to question Uriel or the very source of your existence?Tell me Michael, has your pride been so greatly wounded that you feel the need to trample upon your brother?s achievement? Yes, your brother?s achievement, not your?s! Jealousy is never a well rewarded emotion to have Michael- it consumes your heart and makes it rotten like that sweet apple before it become worm-infested?You shall not condemn me or contempt me Michael for you fail to understand me, and in failing to understand me- you fail yourself. Where as I have always been true to myself?and thus bereft never failed myself. If anything?while you sat upon her rock of ponderings preening your feathers it was I who rid the world of the plagues and disease carried in the hearts and husks of mortal kind, demons in the guises of those bearing holy names, seeking any vile manner or escape or war?it was my hand who smited these?not your?s. So remember who you are Michael?remember it well, and do not feel obliged to welcome me?we all know better, we are not fools or na?ve subjects- we ARE your equals??
A brief nod would be given to seal words as oath. Turning away from Michael and looking upon Uriel as once again she spoke?
?Do not allow his venomous heart to plague yours Uriel, let his stale words prattle through the heavens like the dirge of personal bereavements ? he is not worth your words or your lament for right now he is beneath you in understanding and beneath the words of your creator and Father?
A slight pause rested upon those lips would remained slightly apart as the softest plumed whisper escaped, the very answer to his statement.
?No, I sought redemption for my OWN salvation for I was simply becoming devoured by my own lust for power and greed. My soul was being suffocated by my own hand and it was getting to the point where I could not stand to even look upon myself and see nothing but a creation of death and nefarious essence- I was a prodigy of Belial and Asmodeus- for it was them whom raised me and nurtured me, gave me by ravenous appetite for destruction and I reaped, and I pillaged and I destroyed and rarely ever was it in thine own name. I was an instrument- a puppet on a string because I so sorely set to please every darkened whim, every hankered desire that they yearned. My father and Mother left me alone in this world- it is why loathed and abhorred it so. I sought this not because of my Father?Oh Uriel, he doesn?t even know I am his daughter, I am simply something that was never meant to be, and thus labelled an abomination. I was in the care of my Mother, Lilith and Belial until her demise and then it was the love and care of a friend whom took me into a family we created, the Demonshearts. And until I left them for Darkbane- I felt a sense of purpose. Thine actions are from my heart, not from sense of duty or illusion?I sought redemption, even mourned for it when alone?and now I understand what Lilith once said to me, that on my side?I will always be alone. But, maybe not so alone as in the physical sense for you?re here, and your like this constant light guiding me- despite the pain, the weariness and the torment; you are the only essence in which grants me the slightest touch of solace and compassion- and the pain isn?t so bad. Perhaps I am rambling- tired and mentally jaded, absorbing all of this has indeed taken a great toll. Uriel, may we go- I do not know who much longer I sustain myself?and I do not wish to burden you with my present limits??
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Posted by Breath of Essence
Michael had appeared? This situation was simply getting more and more crazy which each passing minute and Bath Kol could only return the respectful nod given upon her. A smile forming at the words given to Uriel and then to Storm., it was those words to her which caused that smile to widen and she would turn away as to not be discovered but also in shame for finding amusement in beguiled welcomes. Bath Kol simply wished to hear no more and find the shelter in which she spoke, the rain was cold and it seeped into her like the hateful winds of the artic. It was then she heard the words of Storm and could only turn again and look upon the gall of this woman, it totally stunned Bath Kol in the most obvious ways. Eyes widened and jaw just simply dropped in awe or perhaps simply amazement that not even she would ever step up to Michael like that. It was truly an eye-opener, or was Ariadne simply performing one of her amazing acts that she was so well famous for? Or would Bath Kol simply grant her the benefit of the doubt? Words were exchanged?and now Bath Kol once again looked upon Uriel and Storm interacting with each other, and a snow-flowered brow would arch in wonderment. Not waiting for attentions to be placed upon her she simply flew in the direction of this abandoned castle, travelling with great speed to outrun the storm which rolled over them like monstrous tidal waves. She had no love for water or the tempest so relieving herself from those elements would truly be a godsend, and maybe while Ariadne slept her and Uriel could discuss the situation, openly.
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Posted by Uriel
Even Uriel in all his anger would take pause at the depth of truth emerging from the sensuous lips of Storm., but it was honest and at this point all of the angelic realm needed to see beyond doubt that truth mattered deeply to Storm and he knew they would be watching. A touch of surprise for if his mind read things correctly it was almost as if Storm was protective of him and this was a new sensation, for although many had feared him, hated him or trusted his nature no one had ever been protective of him and he was not quite sure how to handle the warmth this generated in his being. Pleasure would touch his features as she spoke of the decision being completely her own, but her next revelations would cause his mood to deepen and become sombre till finally great tears would fall flowing down his face in regret and sadness for the plight from which she had grown. Lifting his tear swept gaze to meet hers he would whisper ?You shall never be alone again dear Storm?
Feeling the depth of her fatigue, his gaze would brook no argument as he gathered her into his arms and carried her towards the shelter Bath led them too, powerful arms bearing her as if she weighed no more then a feather, clasping her close to his chest he could feel her heartbeat and he himself found that his own feelings were expanding beyond his understanding, but he trusted the One?s guidance and knew that if he was wrong in loving Storm he would soon enough be told in no uncertain terms. Again he would gently whisper ?I knew your father well Storm, before the circumstance that altered everything, and in my heart I believe he would be as proud of you as I am, you must remember that a part of him has always been perfectly angelic and I feel that perfect part of him would be singing joyously in wonder at what you become.? He would continue flying through her weather, energies now shielding her form towards the castle now in the distance.
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Posted by Herald
Above the watery expanses of vast oceans he would fly, this being one of his favourite worlds in that the firmament had never risen above his beloved water?s surface and the roiling rolling motions reflecting perfect sky soothed his soul and contented his heart. The One had been silent for so long that this angelic creature had sought solace on this place while he pondered the Improbable Infinates need for such a silence. Wings so white as to be almost blue, body striking in its litheness and agility and eyes of the blue of the deepest ocean his solitary figure graciously moved low above the waters surface.
His visage altered in shock as out of nowhere the voice of his beloved emerged, breaking the silence that had lasted for so many lifetimes speaking of things altered to his beloved brother Uriel, to the seer Bath Kol and to Storm? Mind quickly digging through memories ancient the shock would increase as he made the connection to the being he had been aware of as Storm and the creature to whom the Mind of the Universe spoke. She had ascended from demonkind to beloved kindred, and stretching his perceptions had touched the heart and soul of Uriel in the warm comfort of love.
Bliss washed over him, removing any sign of the shock he had felt, and hand would reach to his waist lifting the horn of golden beauty to his lips and one clear, perfect note would emerge in celebration of this miraculous occurrence penetrating across all realms touching every creature angelic and demonic, mortal and immortal in its resonating harmony of exquisite glory. This was Gabriel?s nature as herald it was the task upon him to announce the joy and bliss, the grief and pain of the mind of the One and the concordant note was true indication that the One was well pleased.
Wings outstretching powerfully grasping at the very substance of the multiverse he began his journey to the source of this joy, for now above all things he wished to bear witness to such a wonder. Before him emerging from nowhere at a single mental command a tiny waterfall would appear from the depths of a mental command opening the passage that would allow him passage between the worlds and dimensions enabling his rapid travel to where Uriel and his companions where. The roar of oceans as his form touched the glistening liquid then he was gone swiftly moving through the mind of water until he would emerge from a single raindrop so distant from whence he had been.
Pausing for a moment to study the handiwork of the newest of Seraphim he would smile warmly then begin to look for where the others were. Seeing the great form of Uriel following baths slender graciousness he drove himself to speeds beyond reason, at last slowing to hover in the path of Baths direction. His voice soft and gentle, reminiscent of a mountain stream ?Greetings beloved Seer of Oneness, where dost thou go?? he would ask as he waited for his raven winged brother to catch up to where they hovered, smile never leaving his face and heart at the perception of the blessed Storm now residing within Uriels arms and heart.
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Posted by Breath
Billowing and blowing, gust and softly teasing, Raphael laughed in the whispering breeze as his incorporeal form floated and swirled throughout the element of his gift. He had been watching and listening to every syllable spoken on the mortal realm, for as air was his element not a breathe was taken nor a word whispered in hidden corridors without his immediate knowledge.
This world was in serious straights indeed for the dark lords had emerged from their cowardly hiding places and during the illness and disability of the representative of Peter the fisherman had began their craven plot to finally dominate the minds and hearts of men the world over. His death would as always open the gateways allowing creatures of nightmare to attempt to support the brethren.
A busy time indeed if himself and his kindred were to have any hope of saving the Fathers beloved creation. Thought as light as the very air he floated within wafted upon him and pricked his interest for a massive amount of air had been shifted to create a storm. Moving to study the phenomenon and knowing that he himself had no part of this weather alteration he remained calm, for Raphael was always cautious in revealing his emotions remaining calm where his brother Michael would literally burst into flames, Gabriel would erupt in floods and his dear brother Uriel, well he had been an enigma of interest for so long that Raphael had written volumes on his brothers reactions to situations.
The wild winds had been formed into a Storm of potency such as the world had never seen, and Raphael?s concern began to grow until he heard Uriel?s voice and the seraphic voice of the one whom had created this cyclonic rapture of pustulant cleansing. He had to admit this angel had style the delicate balance of air pressure, wind direction and use of forces within the realities existence was of magnificence to watch and he allowed himself to merge with the onrushing air, lending his strength to her purpose for a storm such as this was worthy of his admiration and he wasn?t about to miss this party.
Storm was her name, and he raised an eyebrow as he remembered her origins then the total ramification of this complexity for indeed this could be the single point that would finally break the slumber that had befallen the primal Point. A voice bringing tears his eyes erupted in glorious wonder and the One broke his silence. Realisation raced through his being and following the currents of air in motion he found his brother, cradling a form of wondrous beauty in his arms, Gabriel hovered ahead in the distance with the Seer of Essential knowledge asking her destination. He emerged from his disembodiment beside his raven winged brother, Eyes dark and full of hidden promise and clasped his hands against his breast in the age old gesture of respect to the feminine beauty in Uriel?s arms.
?It seems brother mine, that you have discovered a prize worthy of admiration in the wonder that you bear against your body.? Looking to her face he spoke, compassion glowing in his face, ?I am Raphael, hearts greetings and blessings upon you.?
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
The arms of Uriel had gathered her effortlessly into a elegant bundle within those strong arms, holding her as her body graced his almost listless. The rumbling sound of thunder and tempest would continue to roll across the sky, never would those elements of power subside regardless of her weakening energy and status within the material plane; this had taken far greater sway over her present situation and thus planned. But, could it be the very fact of those fleeting counterparts which she had unleashed unto the world when Storm and Uriel were still deep within the chthonian real of Shadu?Nanen? There very many factors which waned over her like the oncoming hide tide manipulated by the full moon- the very universe seemed unbalanced at the various occurrences which had flooded the mortal shore; of darkness and monsters- of beings which were never meant to grace the earth with their voracious talons. Each wave across the earth was an onslaught- the very essence screaming from the rape and pillage of the ancient mother; Terra Firma?everything was so taxing and draining over her svelte lithe physique, the earth howled in relentless please- but it wasn?t only that which tormented her spirit and quintessence, it was also those infernal screams which called to her, the monotones of seduction and temptation seeping in obsessive pangs tearing into her very soul with discordant and abhorrent fangs. Such a woe-betiding of hell-borne choirs within her very psyche as the final wave crashed and conscience would falter to that of mental exhaustion. She felt the very gentle brush of wind which swept over her within the arms of Uriel- the very delicate threads of affection and adoration simply twirling around her form. The winds of tempest had also taken a more gentle approach in her jaded wake- carrying the songs of rejoice and elation with them as the angelic symphony swept over the land, rolling with the very blustering wings of the storm. Tresses of honey flagging over the muscular build of Uriel, caressing flesh in such silken strokes- tickling flesh as zephyr caught each golden tendril and swept them from wearisome features as eyes softly closed, trying to regain some of what had been lost?so long ago simply depleted. She would not struggle or fight against Uriel?s wish to aid and comfort her, despite the same echo within her heart as felt through his chest- she was never good for the sake of emotions, they had never served her well. But for the moment she would allow the pleasure of this comfort regardless of mental ethics or the flutter of heart-strings; heart and minds never played a harmonious quartet in the chronicles of the emotional embodiment of expressed emotions; so much was still confusing. Everything just gyrated within her mind, relentless and merciless; an onslaught of the self as inner demons waged war on the frail and weary cell?.a quiver would ripple over her, creeping along the very spine and deep within small framed bones and structure; a sensations resembling the crawling of newly hatched spiders emerging from the silver-spun nest.
At the voice of another aroused her perceptions just enough to slowly open those eyes and reveal perfect mirrors of moonstone and radiance- lights flickering through irises mimicking the same pulsations of lightening; she could only barely tilt her head in an act of obeisance before conscience again would falter and cranium would fall against Uriel as he carried towards the shelter Bal Koth had discovered- little else would be noticed by this miniscule angel as awareness slipped into the realm of dream, the dreamscape would be where she faced herself and battled the demons that for so long she had embraced.
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Posted by Breath of Essence
Bath Kol?s brow furrowed in absolute frustration at herself and the puzzling effect this entire ordeal played out, it was so surreal almost as if pulled from the darkest reaches of dream and served upon the perpetual platter of reality. Was this real or simply another vision pouring forth from prophesy or the worried mind? Everything moved so swiftly, caught within the turmoil of the storm and assailing tempest clawing at the very flesh of earth- swirling the very star-spangled firmament in complete burlesque darkness. Was this supposedly a blessing upon the land? What plagues of man or devil was this supposed to purify? She questioned motives; it was simply because she knew this being within the arms of Uriel, for all the torment and damage reeked upon mankind and the material plane. An existence which HAD been extinguished by the very hands of one as lawful as she?Ariana Pendragon, the very grand-daughter of Merthynn Pendragon and the very daughter of both Tam Ar?dun and Alsarrynn Pendragon, she had succeeded where so many failed. And now, once again this ?being? had manipulated its way back into the material plane of existence?.somehow? So many questions?so many unexplained mysteries that not even the seer of the celestial heavens cold decipher. What was the meaning in all of this?
More presences stirred further emotions and they played so openly over her features, she had heard the words granted upon Michael from Storm and knowing the very truth in those words she did not wish to think and hide feelings that should be more than clearly open and displayed; ?Be true to oneself? those very words the intelligent could never deny. It was however welcoming that the next presences were somewhat less hostile and volatile and it had been long since she had laid witness upon the masculine beauty of Gabriel and Raphael. It was a sheer blessing upon the eyes and senses. Finally those less judgmental and more hospitable than Michael- but, at least Michael spoke from what his heart wished it could feel and rejoice. Bath Kol knew Michael would have loved to have received this new ?miracle? had it been someone with less shady a past, that very fact would tear asunder many long established friendships and alliances. Even though Bath Kol had no place in questioning the ?One? she could not help but do so for it was simply?instinct.
Turning back to look upon Gabriel and Raphael a sense of happiness swept over her, the delicate perfumes of divinity and higher essences simply warming the senses which had been clouded by past memories. She smiled warmly upon both and replied in kind to the very question posed upon her, like a revelation of emotional query or location query?
Her voice carrying away with the wind, a harmonious timbre of sweet plumes and sensual tune entwined with the very melody of the storm, her very voice attempting to soothe and swoon the storm but finding little penance that these elements are not under her sway and nor could she persuade them with elevated musings.
?We seeketh shelter divine one from the elements of the storm which assail our weary wings and flesh, I plan to take these where they may rest for they seem to have no desire in returning to the firmament and be enwreathed in the loving embraces of thine brother and sisters! And what of you, what brings you forth from the light into a world of decadence and strife? Tis not a miracle to rest eyes upon but perhaps a plight of illusion??
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Posted by Herald
Eyes gleaming with inner grace he would look back to where Raphael was with Uriel and Storm. Gabriel could await the meeting until Storm had rested, and besides the way Uriel was holding her, he thought it perhaps wise to allow the magic of the Father to work a while longer. Gaze moving back to bath, he burst into joyful laughter when she spoke, ?Divine One,? he chortled, ?Thou art by thy nature just as divine as mine presence but thy thought is well taken.?
His mirth was infectious and his joy contagious, he knew in his heart that Bath was showing the highest respect, yet had not the Beloved Essence also in His words blessed her and asked her forgiveness for keeping his thoughts from her. He knew perhaps he had made her uncomfortable and opened his mind so that she could perceive why he felt so well humoured. Then a gesture of thought he placed a gentle command on his element so that the rain would no longer cause her discomfort, and her body would become dry, it was but a little gesture, yet he knew that she had been perhaps the most ill used in this cycle of events.
Gabriel's smile, dazzling put his fullest warmth upon her as he answered her final question, ?The purpose of mine visit, is the beginning of a miracle and the possibility of something beyond hope in the redemption of glory. The One in his support of mine brother, and his hearts choice, hast given purpose again to the host, hast given purpose to our existence for tis time coming to retake his beloved creation back from the shores of darkness and thou sweet gentle Bath, are a part of the glorious commencement?. He reached and took her hand in his, noticing its softness then said gently, knowing that she had been unsettled by all that occurred, ?Come let us hurry to shelter, where perhaps we may find calmness and respite?
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Posted by Uriel
Softly smiling to see the reactions of his beloved brothers, far more suited to this occasion then Michaels outburst Uriel continued to fly in the direction bath was leading with the lithesome figure of Storm draped close to his chest. He watched Gabriel approach and ease the misery of wetness from baths figure knowing that she had likely been highly uncomfortable in this storm and perhaps finally understanding fully Gabriels nature. Being that so, Raphael had spoken and the concordance of his words in that instant sealed Uriels fate for within that tiny moment he completely comprehended love, between individuals and now he recognised that his heart was no longer solely the property of the One. At some point he would have to discuss this with Storm, for he was not the type to hide himself, yet he felt an apprehension that he had never felt before.
His voice gruff to cover his deep emotions and thankful for the downpouring rain that covered the tears now flowing from his eyes and dripping onto Storms sleeping form, he replied ?It is my thought brother, that the discoverer of the prize is not I but Storm herself for now she stands as a being of uniqueness, beyond comprehension and I have chosen hopefully for the betterment of all to cast my lot with her?. His gaze dropped to the beautiful face resting so peacefully and his heart felt as if would burst, but his thoughts returned to seriousness swiftly, ?It seems beloved brother, that once we reach the shelter where bath does take us, it is time for plain talk, for there are issues now to be faced, and I fear it is time to begin summoning the host to readiness.?
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Posted by Breath
The storms essence thrilling his soul, the turbulent zephyrs inspiring already joyous heart to even greater heights, Raphael was well pleased. He would not say anything but he witnessed the tears on Uriels face, and knew in his heart that his brother was undergoing change perhaps as far-reaching as the profound change of Storm?s envisionment.
Still this was neither the time nor place for such discussion, and indeed as Uriel said they had far more important matters to fill their time, still they needed to get the unconscious figure in Uriels arms to shelter, food and warmth so with a nod of his head he began to lift the pace alongside his brother following Bath.
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
Her mind slipped into the darkness, beyond the realm of reality and into that of the Dreamscape- images contorting, breaking the very barriers of the material and granting motion to that of the unsubstantial surreal portal of the imagination or communication. How the darkness wept at her very presence simply floating upon the scape once again- body so listlessly floating upon the Lethe of Dream, intoxicated by the very senses which swarmed around her as perceptions fully unleashed in wreathes of fiery trachea and tendrils, a fire so bright and fierce that it simply consumed the darkness which wept and crept at her languid psyche. Psyche was alert to the point of excruciating agony as the war of self began; the divine against the darkness- the very energy unleashed would attract attention of any dark practitioner spying betwixt worlds and scapes. The energy would be intoxicating, resembling the very impact of stars colliding against forming yet another far flung nebula for the eyes to marvel or the senses to bask in. Inferno?s scathing the firmament of the host mindscape unravelling those energies which would cause an impact upon the counterparts once sent forth within this world and bring them together to form their own egegore; the homunculus of that decadent Queen of Darkness- but in the complete form of ?Decadence? yet another instrument in which to wage war and havoc.
That inner darkness reached out- to touch any other which may be close, coiling the very incandescent shadows to form the tenebrous embrace of longing arms. A part of her yearned for this decadent embrace- craving something which seemed familiar or at least tangible with the very essence contained within being slowly asphyxiated by the metamorphosis of her divine transformation Whereas her quintessence was now at war with those inner demons who wished not to leave her ardent and seductive tendencies- those dark lusts gyrating within the very molecular structure of her very being and essence and it would simply not surrender so easily. Nothing was ever that simplistic
Lost within that Dreamscape, seeking something which once reminded her of truth and sanctuary of self, she did not even recognize herself anymore but this had been a constant battle for centuries, long suffered plagues of epitome. There she was, within the embrace of dream, simply ebbing away on the tide of malcontent and self-judgment. However, she was still aware of all the perceptions around her, the arms which held her and comforted- the very drone of heart beat was felt even within that place of darkness; her darkest hours in the prison of her own sarcophagus. What next would befall this Queen once crowned in obsidian glory- the darkest of all in every essence of the definition.
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Posted by Decadence
From those darkened coils of sleep, this ethereal serpent aroused- uncoiling from the darkness where it had crouched in contemplating wait?and now the time had come for it to spread its decadent blackened wings and shroud the world in its perpetual sinister enrichments; to plague and reap the very lands of all life; a disease in which man would suffer and those whom it touched in its nefarious wake. Wraithlike arms extending, reaching out for that penumbral light like a child reaching, grasping hold of its mother?this energy would do the same though much rather spinning, twirling in strands of blackened decay and infernal decadence- spinning the fine threads of illusion in which to conceal itself from the prying eyes of the adept- none would know or decipher the existence of this egegore which had been unleashed from its infernal Empress. A secret counterpart none would expect or question for their eyes were simply adorned and garnished with the true beauty of Lucifer- little would they expect the essence of Lilith lingering, waiting and watching from the cesspool of wickedness and writhing abhorrence.
Blackened tendrils now formed the appearance of that to a tattered and billowing cloak- covering the entire length of the darkness and sinful essences beneath now bearing the very Staff of Decadence and ill-boding lamentations- a plague would be unleashed by the very souls of the dead gnashing their teeth in spiteful harmony to the very discordant howling of the tempest. Now, this essence took to the sky like a shadow of doom- hoovering above those whom doted and sung praise over the female which was draped within the arms of Uriel. This egegore had no emotions for love or compassion, but she was familiar with the fact it was her body, her true form being carried away by the seraphim- what hope did evil have of accomplishment when one of the very unique and rare monarchs was changing; everything changing- and this drove Decadence to explore the possibilities of retrieval and possession. Evil had claimed her for its very own, and in a matter of moments had allowed their arch enemies to steal that prize. Yes, steal?eyes glowing in hellfire inferno?s narrowed beneath the hood of her cape, hatred pouring out through vibes and bodily expression, poisons dripping from hidden fangs as head turned and in a bloodcurdling scream severed the tempest with decadent wings- slicing the very firmament in discord, adherence and malevolence. A nightmare had been born and brought forth into the world by a form of sadistic charity; unleashed, furious and untameable.
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Posted by Breath of Essence
Much made her uncomfortable and the storm which assailed her skin and feathers made them a heavy burden, but remembering where the location was she turned to face the others and leapt to the skies, wings outstretched and powerfully beating against the force of the tempest. She could not help but mutter at the cursed storm and essence behind it. She could not help feel hostility that the Father of all creation actually found something worth salvaging in that creature in Uriel?s arms, a fact which she will speak out for all to hear simply because she knew it was something they had to consider and hear. She didn?t know what it was but the entire matter made her uncomfortable and doubted the motivation or the ignorance of the ?One?. A harsh, forced sigh escaped as those wings carried her higher?far above the storm though making sure to stay within distance of those following. She hurried however, wanting to be out of the rain, lightening and thunder. The icy winds staking through her in tiny slithers of frost-bitten ridicule; Bath Kol honestly felt that right now even though the fa?ade was omnipotently beautiful and unmatched something beneath the surface stirred and slithered, serpents just itching to break forth into the world and once again reign in havoc and damnation.
Flying into the westward quarter, senses searching for the shelter- finding relief that soon it discovered as orientation returned and once again she would dive through the blustered weather. Swooping through clouds and rain like an illuminated arrow, relief met when finally the castle was visible through the thick vapors of fog, clouds stirring around the ramparts in some sort of sick parody resembling a halo. Another aspect she couldn?t help but jeer and snort at. Finally landing upon the ground in a delicate thud and walking towards the entrance?it would be very evident Bath was not in a good mood. Brooding in the many questions formulating within her mind and soon would be revealed as the dark Empress slept, away in her dreamland of mocking darkness and inner demons?perhaps a place she shouldn?t be or allowed to be.
A quick turn to see if the others follow?and then turning back abruptly and entering the dark castle of those whom had fallen to the armies which had plagued and ravaged the land; right hand extending as by a simply breath of will spoken within her mind causing the wicks of candelabrums to alight and bring some form of warmth and solace to this foreboding haunted place; hopefully she too would find some form of warmth and comfort here.
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
The Dream
Somewhere within one?s mind or as they see from my perspective the dreams as they are painted into a dark memory. It is in those periods within a darkness that is unfathomable to understand or comprehend what stands within them. From those dreams become the echo of what I used to see when I sat in the pews, the dark being that I couldn?t begin to say or tell of what it meant. It draws from the self-destruction of a dark mind when it is all that remained. The thought that becomes a nightmare written from a unforeseen memory. In the beginnings, or as the memories are painted in the walls of a darker mind it stands among the patterns when the body sleeps. The words which become and the ones who were told, all the memories shown deeper in the hells within. The paranoia grows as a beast and a cancer that couldn?t be imagined to be ?? those things as they are seen within the dreams that one didn?t want to face or describe in the open. Even within the dreams one can feel around the walls, and they breathe with a life of their own. In the places becoming as setting of their own, and a pace that pounds with the blood flowing within the vital organs.
While it leads from the body sleeps, the mind wanders from one dark place to the next. Among them in shadows gathering and standing still, it leads into a place that one describes as a psychological hell. In the piece of mind, one staring down the hallways and feeling around the walls much as a bat using sound to get around in the darker caverns ?? and the concrete caverns which take one further into a hell that crosses the River Styx. From that sense, it becomes the perspective of the tormented when it becomes the surfacing madness of the dark mind. In them become a shadowing perspective as they would come from a distorted perspective; one that stands with in eyes of oneself. In those described, Storm found herself further into a nightmare drawn from a complex description that cannot be said in the mere words ?? only in the eternities left behind by those who died years past.
?The failures to communicate are in the shadows upon us,? She heard someone say in the darkness. It was in a form of a faint whisper, ?It becomes from those failures that gather within one?s dreams and echoes of memory when they are left behind. Not even the God of the Christians can deliver them from this kind of darkness within the mind, blacker in the surface when it is only the beginning of all that haunts the memory. It becomes the horrors that live within the piece of mind, knowing and wandering within the memories as ghosts that died long ago. ?
From every nightmare, it has a macabre beginning and one that cannot be drawn to the surface. Finding the words to describe what stands within them, though it becomes an echo of something more complex and perplexing by the second. While it becomes from the ideas of the perverse, a mind that gathers within the nightfall as one listens to the whispers in a silence that cannot be said ?? though it would be within the breathing walls they could be heard. The building pounds within its walls like some living being without a soul. Almost if it was possessed by something beyond a human realm. With each step and shadow dwelling in them, become an echo of a macabre self-destruction. Dwelling within them become the nightmares wandering within the shadows of the eyes that belong to oneself, or the many counterparts of one's self. In the nightmares one can smell the burning sulfur within the walls, and the telling of them become the eyes that are left in the memory surfacing of a darkness within the things that a human mind can never understand. Even within a whispered prayer when the silence becomes ever so deafening; in the blacker mind becomes the horror within the surface of a sleeping body.
Among the stages where the dream takes, it would become the thing within the sleep that lay within the years. A withered shadow becomes the haunting years as it remained; knowing it would be among the fears waiting from the memory ?? enclosed around the walls that breathe. In the closer it becomes a darkness that cannot be fathomed as the thing dwelling within them don?t have a name. Among them when they gather, and the sleep dwindles upon the body ?? it wanders in the places and living walls as a beast without teeth or eyes but they know when someone wanders the halls. Slipping into the unconsciousness, it becomes the shadow of the unreal ? yet drawn into them it becomes another type of reality. One reality that would appear so black and cold, so cold that one cannot tell if they were living or dead. It becomes the nature of the failures of the mind become the reasons the nightmares are there, for them to gather and maim among the psychological autobiographic sketch within the patterns of sleep. In the places when the body sleeps, the landscapes which gather of the mind become the details of something so distant and alien ?? among them they gather within an obscure sketch. In them become the sands of time when they run cold, as the touch of death itself becomes the ever present thing within the nightmares. A surface where the mind cannot begin to reach, but the patterns of them stretch beyond what the eye is able to see. In a morbid confusion it becomes the thing that dwells in a darkness, a type of darkness drawn from an old death. Beneath them it would become in a shade, as described to be the Shades of Hades.
All the pictures painted from a dark mind, and it is within the nightmares gathered within the walls that breathe. Within lines of people who don?t have a face they stand looking, and walking in a single file one place to another. Walking past the four walls surrounding within the building which is very much a living being. Oh God! ?? it?s alive! Within the revelations that follow one?s patterns of sleep they are living within the psyche of a tormented soul. Within the mind one sees, all that dwells within the mind that belongs to this once supreme decadent evil. The horrors that gather within the walls are the blasphemous in the nature they remained, knowing as it would be similar to those of the dreams referring to the nurses without their mouths. The things that gather within the breathing walls become the beginning of the ever-living nightmares gathering within a darker region of the human mind. Within the ever-living nightmares it becomes the haunted reality when it dawned upon oneself ?? that reality as seen from the perspective of the one known as the underground spawn. In those observations one can feel each part of the wall breath and pound, much as it has some kind of heart beat ?? in some perverse form of life breathing in its structure. Within the blacker mind it becomes the horrors told within a memory that is left among the passages of an old death. Of what becomes seen and told becomes a macabre testament, to them when it gathers within the mind and nightmares become a form of a cancer that eats away at the psyche. Even when one looks into the halls, the presence of the faceless lines still be there walking as they were some form of micro-organism.
That perspective within the nightmares that are real! ?? the horror where the breathing structures dwell as some daemon becomes a reality for what cannot become fathomable. Growing from the causes within the horror as they dwelled in the psychological surface of the never-ending hell. Living within the eyes as they are told within the horrors that are left to be conceived, after all that is told within the breathing walls it was yet to become among the blasphemous believed. Gathered among a revelation, within a black ?? crawling perverse horror which couldn?t die, as a cancer it eats away at the mind. In the new beginnings, it is from the echo of memory left behind as one hears the blasphemous whispers told in a darkness that cannot be said in the open. Among the passages dwelling within the cancer that grows from the nightmares, within all that quells in a shadow ?? the waiting mind when it is there among them inside a deafening whisper.
?Follow us, we are the way and the light,? she heard them say. Synchronized voices- hearing the whispers as they grew louder ?? Oh God! In the sense, has one gone mad? That madness! she brings upon the horrors that are in a revelation of the tormented mind, and from them become the years within a hell that is never-ending in a psychological sense. It becomes from when one dwells within hours of sleep, and the silent murmurs of breath come from them. The words heard in the darkness, the faintest whispers... ?Follow us.?
?Where is thou in these decadent dreams, riddles upon riddles- where is the door in which I shall reveal unto thee, the true essence of thy self! Do I even exist...anymore.? She heard, as if it was directly her voice which had spoken them, continuously hearing them as walls breath even louder ?? almost if the whole God damned place was alive! Every explanation of the unexplained seemed to die with the understanding that was around them, almost if the pastor?s understanding is one that never made some sort of sense. Of what dwelled within the dreams crawled without a beginning, or an end for that matter ?? the crowds of the faceless continued without a direction. It was almost chilling, more hideous for words to describe as the walls devoured the lines as the picture of devils who devoured souls one by one. From them in the gathered horrors, the witness to the nightmare was the from the perspective of a memory of what she once was, and still IS. A shadow of the cancer growing in the mind of a landscape, becoming a horror within a gothic nightmare that won?t end without its beginnings. From them become the horror within the eyes when the thorns tear into the veins. A silence of where not even the God of the Christians could even respond to it ?? among them which become the years of a lost congregation. It becomes from a darker reality as it is drawn from the passages of a mind as they live within the memory as it is eaten away by the emotional cancer. The biological madness as it wanders around as a beast without a face ?? without any teeth but at the same time, like a vampire it takes up a blood meal. Within the nightmares as they become, they are penned from the eyes of the underground Mage who only sees her pages by the light of an old lamp which is fueled by oil. She sees only a world as it gathers in lines of people who are without a face; they walk to a being whose similar to the Devil and she watches them become devoured head first. They were too blind to see the horror as their deaths become the evident thing, the waiting of the being known as Abaddon.
The head of a goat and wings spread out in tattered black. In the background which dwells in the cancer eating away at the psyche was the Baphomet. It becomes the horrors that cannot be defined by science, religion or medicine ?? just that it becomes the things that are said but unspeakable in the eyes of God! In horrors foretold that become the creation?s demise, words described in on single reference and that being ?? abomination. In the darkness laying broken, she found myself awaking within the dream; a dream within a dream...and from this in the pitch darkness of an early winter nightfall. She had seen many dark revelations brought forth upon the world of man...and she was only but one of these which plagued the earth , others were soon to follow.
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Posted by Uriel
He would fly after Bath, noting the castle before them and extending his senses to thoroughly scan it before he would land feet touching good solid stone wings closing around him sheltering and offering warmth to the figure clasped in his arms. He could feel disturbance abound within his beloveds mind and opened himself to her suffering hoping that he could provide surcease and relief to her fragile nature engulfed in the change she had undertaken. The images and horrors began to unfold, drawing his vision deeper deep within he knew that Storm was experiencing the realities of her former life and this would be her greatest challenge. A moment of uncertainty in his choice as his mind perceived scenes of such darkness unfolding, victims to her actions, mostly guilty but many innocent, lives lost in terror, hatred and fear she created yet somewhere within this chaotic darkness he perceived a purity in her choices and a perfection in her nature alien to a true demon yet he felt the disharmony and pain that had been in all her surroundings.
For one of his nature before the Beloved had altered the very essence of his existence with the gift of free will he would have killed her then and there, but now he had choice and it weighed heavily upon him his vision had been blocked by the One, and now he had only his heart and mind to guide him. Never before had this occurred and he felt terror for he knew how much this decision could effect, and the scenes within Storms mind were shaking him to the core of his essence. Tears rolled down his face and uncaring to what his kin would think he allowed them, for now and only now did he begin to comprehend fully the creature who had touched his heart and filled it with overwhelming love. As true an Angel she would be, Storm had for so long been the truest of demons, originally destined to take the throne from her father, to support the claims and to stand against all that Uriel was and would ever be, she had been nemesis to a degree of incredibility, yet he still loved her.
Face working in grief and joy for as grieved as he was at what she had been, he was indeed joyous at what she was becoming shudders throughout his body as great pain filled wracking sobs bore forth from his frame, he entered the dark castle, pleased that this would be a safe quiet place to discuss the plans that would be necessary, yet awareness growing that perhaps the fight for Storms soul was yet to begin, for evil would not freely allow one placed as highly as this to go easily. Apocalyptic visions of grimness beyond comprehension, souls wrenched, Abaddon, Baphomet incalculable evil whom she had revered and whom held her highly in their plans, the sudden knowledge that she had created aspects of the dark and evil personage that she had been freely roaming to expand the destruction of the Lord of Lights creation fuelled anger beyond compare and the earth on which the castle shook, then as his eyes darkened to the deep midnight of his passion he glanced down at the body in his arms, feeling her heartbeat against the bare skin of his chest and just as quickly it cooled. He knew now why the one had sent him to bear witness to her, he understood implicitly for in her nature he saw himself slaughtering the innocent babes of Egypt revelling in the harshness of the crusades, the slaughters of so many thousands in the name of the One during his existence. He felt the prophecy within her dream telling that darkness would walk the earth, and chaos would reign, Armageddon in its purest form unleashed creating death and destruction even beyond his own harsh deeds, and his weeping continued, softening yet still so sad at what would occur.
He carried her into the castle, now illuminated by multitude of candles and he nodded respectfully and thankfully to bath for her consideration, then finding a divan cleaned the dust off it with the merest thought, then gently laid Storm upon it cradling her head in his arms. He leaned down over her, his decision finally, instinctively made and gently placing his lips near her delicate ear whispered ?You have my love and my forgiveness?.
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Posted by Herald
Flying alongside bath?s graceful form, Gabriel sensed her disquiet and confusion in all that occurred, her range of emotion powerful within the depths of her shocked countenance. Yet as the very essence of water he flowed and adapted to new situations for had not the Blessed Father Himself when sending a message to the material realm stated to forgive is divine.
Still this was something unprecedented for one of Storm?s origins to take this step and he knew that perhaps Bath had not as yet had time to absorb the fullest extent of the ramifications of this event, for herein lay the way to finally allow those willing to take the step towards truest redemption, and the planning involved that circumstance would allow this occurrence had taken so long that suns had been born and died in the vastness of the ever changing multiverse as this pondersome task had been developed.
The One had grieved the loss of his beloved when the fall had occurred, yet it had been part of His grandest design to allow the fall so that the newly created race of Man could fully develop and grow in the aspect of free will, for free will without the option of choice was a useless commodity and it had been His divine intention for the souls to aspire towards the light and truest greatness.
Contrary to suspected notions His plan had succeeded beyond the wildest dreams of the Angelic beings whom remained at his side for many mortals had chosen the side of light, love and harmony above darkness, greed and misery and the Host of Heaven had swelled in numbers uncountable as the aeons had rolled on in this the greatest of trials. Yet now Gabriels heart was touched with a sadness for he knew that with Storm?s ascension the time was nigh for the final stages of the Majestic plan and soon he would have to blow his trumpet to announce the beginning of the harshest of trials the world could imagine.
Landing in the dimness of the castle bath had located, wings settling against his back, he looked across to Bath and gave her a gentle smile full of hope and promise before turning to await his ravens winged brothers arrival. He studied Uriel as he landed, watching both him and the treasure he clasped against his body, seeing his tears and by his nature understanding what transpired within the heart and soul of his friend. Gabriel knew the burden placed upon Uriel?s shoulders and he shuddered to think of the agonies his brother would be facing, so eyes radiating wondrous green he sent waves of compassion to engulf the forms of Storm and Uriel, doing what little he could in this the moment of decision.
He turned and swiftly moved into the castle seeking Bathand on finding her, his manner gentle towards her, warmth flowing from his being, voice rich with the subtleties of a babbling brook ? Dearest Bath, thank you for finding such a place so that we may rest in comfort for this day we have much to discuss in the Name of The Beloved.?
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Posted by Breath
Raphael?s very nature meant he was far more aware then any here to what Storm had been prior to her conversion. Every word, every thought came under his dominion, every nuance of conversation for nothing could be hidden from the bearer of knowledge, so every action undertaken in the name of darkness he was aware of. Wings of silken white moving him through the air, until he landed beside his brother he turned his face to simply nod, for he knew the revelations and choices his brother faced would not be helped by mere words.
This would be a hard time for Uriel, and for the material world for Storm?s emergence was a signal awaited from time immemorial thus would begin the final days of the sifting process began so long ago in the depths of the past. Slowly he walked into the castle with his brother, watching the care as Uriel placed the unconscious, dreaming figure of Storm on a divan, then the very air carried the words of his ravenesque brother to his heart and his head dipped in respect for now, beyond any hint of doubt it was indeed time.
Glancing about his expression grim in what would be, his heart was lifted by Bath?s consideration and even upon hearing her silent thoughts knew that the Beloved Essence?s hopes and faith in this seer were not unfounded for her role, as yet undisclosed was as mighty as any of their own for the One?s mind was such that the responsibility for warning those who still held light and love in their hearts of what would be, was to be hers and hers alone, a grievous cross to bear, but in his heart he prayed that such purpose would lift her spirit in the knowledge that she would be offering salvation to those whom deserved it. Finding a table with a long bench he gathered his wings and sat, awaiting the presence of his kin knowing that now was time to begin the greatest ofmoments.
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Posted by Defenders_Sword
After the savagery of rebuke from both Uriel and Storm, Michael had flown straight to one place of comfort and surety, the very heart of the fiery sun, where he could sit and reflect on what had happened. At first he was angry, for he was Michael, the sword of the faith, and none had the right to speak to him as such, yet his ire cooled for the One had placed in his heart the seeds of what would be.
He shook his head in wonder as the plan unfolded in his mind, finally seeing the beauty of what the Father was contemplating, and knowing only one as Uriel could make the decision faced, for her and his brothers had only ever smote the unworthy and those whom attacked the Omniscient presence. Yet his raven winged brother, at the Word had struck down innocent and guilty, the aged and babies, taking life and soul from mortality to death without fear or hesitation. Of all angelic beings Uriel was the only one whom could possibly comprehend Storm and convince her that she would indeed be welcome. Yet he shuddered for although he was amongst the mightiest, his brother at times left him feeling almost fear in the full glory of his aspect, and now in this time, Uriel and Storm together, provided a terrifying scenario for the world.
Enough of foolishness, Michael knew he would have to go and seek forgiveness for his fiery outburst and although the thought galled him harshly he closed his eyes and sought out the essence of his brothers. Wings spreading within the suns fiery depths eyes blazing with the power of flame opening a passageway of burning radiance he stepped out from his sanctuary into the cold of the material realm, feet finding the touch of the castles floor icy after his sojourn. The glare from his portal faded and died and he moved into the castle, where upon finding Bath, his brothers and the figure of Storm his face set, he knelt and voice quiet spoke ?Forgive me my brothers, mine nature hast always been fiery and swift to react before thought and wisdom interceded. Forgive me?
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Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
The dream continued with all those confusing and religious symbolical musings, etching deep within her mind as images and visions came swarming, tormenting, intruding on that time when her body should be regenerating energies and essences for the reserves had all but depleted and evaporated almost into thin air; inhalation and exhalations had become laboured and hardened, deep yet strained as her mind slipped deeper into the darkened landscapes of dream. The nightmarish visions didn?t just cease instead they gathered in even darker and horrific scenes of battles, inner demons severing the very fabrications of the soul which had sought redemption but perchance found an even laborious torment than ever anticipated. From the harsh reverberation of breath came a shudder over that fragile and frail form of statuesque beauty and picturesque features which Uriel gazed upon; although at first she seemed as if troubles did not plague her mind- expressions would soon change and transform as upon that alabaster brow beads of cold sweat formed, globules of crystal perspire which gleamed in the amber overture of light, casting further that gilded rich halo upon her pale skin- so perfect and flawless. Damp cascades of hair flowing over delicate bodice like a sunset tapestry portraying glorious scenes of sirens upon the shore of Lemuria, not a blemish would taint those features; but beneath the war waged on- attacks placed with assailed the very epitome of her heart and soul; scenes of blood and disembodiments- skin peeled and flayed to form a new eidola of evil incarnate born to flesh, crafting it in her own very image and physique except for the fact the eyes had nothing, they consisted of nothing but cruel black oceans flooding the world with its omnipotent macabre insatiable hunger. The darkness ascending to merge with this form as the doppelganger of mayhem encroached the planar, the mortal coil was now blasphemed with the stench of the stigma of the sinner, the sacrificial lamb in which the Infernal Princes would dine upon, the banquet celebrating the fall of heaven, and the complete enslaving- the destruction of the earth?welcome to oblivion.
She felt the presence of Uriel close, but there was also that embodiment and egegore of darkness which slithered closer still with its hand over her mouth disabling any breath in which to gather vocal stresses and simply pour forth from the tortured oesophagus and administer a scream bearing all the suffering of the world, and the battle cry of a soul which would not be subjected to cower and bow before the Infernal Majesty; the False Emperor?for that she would not do. From the perspective of being exalted above the firmament where she looked down upon a world being asphyxiated by its own doings, sins, crimes and murders- there was indeed little hope which would cast a triumphant banner to flag within the carnivorous winds which now plagued the world like desert heat scorching and blistering the delicate surface of life?life seemed now as miniscule as the Celestial Legions gathering forces to prepare for the oncoming storms already ravaging the Terra Firma, raping the world of all life- even the cries of Gaia could be effortlessly heard upon those winds which carried hidden meanings and hidden messages. So complex was the enigmatic proportions which enveloped this entire situation; concentration was being placed upon the smaller issues and those missing the bigger picture?the puzzle was no where yet to be solved, but it was the key which had to be discovered first before another piece of the puzzle would be revealed- but time was not of the essence to ponder, there was little time left for now the Dark Princes walk the earth in the footsteps of Lucifer and sooner or later they would find hers- and seek him through her, hence leading them to this temporary sanctuary of celestial misfits and celestial thieves. Each having their own opinions and yet not voicing any, instead hiding within their own darkness, could they not see the plagues of darkness had already sunk its talons into the flesh of their backs and soon by force unsuspected their wings would be torn asunder and as the firmament falls, so shall they- crashing upon the stars like moths to the flame, for hell had already been raised to the earth and there was little recompense or salvation to be sought- in this hour of darkness, a wage of war had already been won.
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Posted by Breath of Essence
She led them into the abandoned castle; little would be said until Uriel had left the side of this broken doll, shattered by a world of her own illusion?what else could be said in all hindsight of the situation. Seeking a moment?s rest herself as hands wove with intricate wishes and blessings to the hearth of the Castle where logs had once been lit and once again this night they should warm these cold souls and damn feathered wings. Some aspects of warmth would be achieved this night in the company of kin and past enemy. Hands moving through the air as blessings from the Angel of Fire- Arel, summoning the very fiery essence from his attributes, using them with his permission since it is not an attribute of her essence or skill, using the very name which is inscribed on the seventh plate of the sun- bringing forth this heat and element so that those cold logs would provide the required warmth to make all comfortable.
She watched Uriel place Storm upon the divan which had been one piece of furniture untouched by the violent hand of whatever creatures plagued their way and extinguished the life which once blossomed this place in laughter and happiness; now just a broken tomb of the past, a crypt of broken dreams and snuffed life from the pleasure of further springs and ardent summers. This had indeed been a cold winter, and yet the winds and tempest were not reprieved at those destructions and instead was building for another onslaught.
Bath Kol gave a very brief smile to both Gabriel and Raphael as she turned and looked upon Uriel. Another presence became evident as Michael once again appeared but this time seeking forgiveness from his brother?although Bath Kol thought it very necessary that Michael have reservations like herself, it seemed they were the only ones who possessed any common sense in regards to this dire situation, and to see Michael ask for forgiveness that notion soon faded?and she could no longer hold her tongue.
?There should be reservations here?this is not a time to rejoice! How can you all be so ignorantly blind??
She took a pause, turning her backs upon them as reserved she continued?
?Are we to set ourselves up for our own destruction? I am sorry, but I do have reservations and they are right for my tongue to bring them forth- the very problems I have with this situation. We all know who she is?we all know what she is capable of! How can we be sure this isn?t just some brilliant crafty plan to bring us to her knees?because if this is an illusion we shall be on our knees with our heads at her feet; while the heavens lose and hells trumpets sound the victory? Do you not see? Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel- four of the First Triad?the very strength holding the heavens from the grasp of evil?perhaps thine own judgment may seem over exaggerated?.but can you all not see my point??
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Posted bu Ariadne Luciferi
The grinning winds of unfurled hatred assailed the very realm of Eden and the Capitol City of Caloria where she so lucidly slept, turning in the wake of merging nightmares attacking the very sanity in which had moulded the very fabrications of a moments righteousness. But now those instances had broken the thresholds as other beings compelling summoning brought her forth from that tormented sleep- arousing the very desire to simply evolve to the languid arms of darkness and decadence; was this to be her dark and twisted fate, astride her favourite nightmare? It was all to powerfully compelling but in all aspects it was justified after all it was simply evil trampling upon evil- waging war against the forces already thickly congealed within the Realm of Eden. So in all retrospection it was simply granting retribution upon those whom were always destined to fall to the shadow and grasp of another, and thus this would be the compelling force which drove her to the battlements of war and annihilation just like the days of old, but with a far greater purpose which wouldn?t cast her as one of the ?fallen? although nothing simply mattered but the extension of will and essence brought back to the body which had unleashed it. Was this to be expected? Yes, it seems that Bath Kol already had her suspicions- and they were correct in some context and incorrect in others. Lives would be lost in the battle for Eden, Mortal lives- but that was simply due to the perils of war, but none of those which fell to battle broken and beaten were ?innocent? not completely. There was little compensation for the faith that would be lost in these actions and what compelled her to drive further destruction perhaps would remain yet to be seen, regardless they would be acted upon.
She felt the presence of Uriel close, but as soon as his attentions would be placed upon Bath Kol and words she had just spoken only further fuelled the ideal that regardless of what ?side? or ?force? Ariadne dedicated herself to, it was those who claimed ?righteousness? and ?holiness? whom had the most doubt, again that doubt would be justified by the actions of the past. But, she had been redeemed and now that just seemed to not matter in the eyes of those whom were now closest to her. Did they honestly believe that she could not hear the stale words ushered by an even more stale heart?this didn?t matter, no longer did anything matter, it was all simply a waste of energy and time to prove that she could change, that the blood no longer stained those perfect hands. Now, she would act- strength and energy had been gathered and the painful scorching sensations within her blood had ceased for it seemed the war from within had already been won, the demons of the mind and soul had won this futile war in which she never had a chance in fully finding resolution and redemption?a waste of time to think that perhaps with the faith of others she could rekindle that divine light which her father had broken. This was not the case, at all.
Stirring from the darkness, enwreathing the troubled psyche which had surrender to the inner darkness, allowing it to stroke upon the psychic senses and simply retrieve all essences and counterparts which she had evoked back within the Infernal Realm of Varloorn/Shadu?Nanen; she had released those counterparts in the hopes to find her true self but yet again only discovering the disappointment of her own self- nothing but a shadow of herself without those endearing beloved counterparts which now assailed Eden: Decadence, the others were not far behind that which had already unleashed its venomous toxins over the Realm. Storms colliding upon storms as the onslaught of malice and blackened fury attacked the very City of Caloria and the Castle where they all found shelter, shaking the very foundations like a violent tremor (though issued from the reverberating thunder) causing a diversion which would ensure those whom watched over her made sure of the stability of the Castle, after all their safety must also be assured, it would be then she makes her move- brow simply now pretending to slumber as perceptions listen intently upon the words of those whom doubt. Those words being simply enough to stir further intentions to not be within their presences any further- after all if doubting is what makes them truly content within themselves why not grant them that revelation. The revelation that ?perhaps? they had been fooled by one far greater in intelligence than themselves, the very divine spark wasn?t as truly omnipotent as they believed. False security must be endearing and they seem to bask in it- but, she did hold feelings for Uriel whether they were for one of an expected or desired lover or simply a bonding of elements which were different yet also so much alike- he had cared for her when so many others had failed and simply dissipated back into the shadows or abyss where hence they had crawled and sprawled from, clawing their way out and them simply remerging back into those homely depths where no solace were ever granted, sufferers for punishment ? but what ever made them feel as if they ?existed? was more than what most could understand, pleasure for some is pain and pain for some is pleasure, and now the very Queen of such blissful demises rose from the very ashes of doubt and fetid darkness.
They simply foiled to the very task she had planned, to seek the stability of foundations, knowing they were no longer immediately present- mirrors of opalesque tinctures unfolded, bearing the very luminosity of the moon and the darkness which silhouettes it against the velvet firmament. Limbs sweeping over divan as form stands once again in that majestic glory, though somewhat darker than before, eclipsing the very wonder which seemed pure Seraphim- features still possessing great beauty but it was those eyes which gleamed like souls trapped beneath glass unable to commune. Listening momentarily, detecting those whom moved about the castle closing shutters and barricading broken doors, concentrating upon those predicted tasks and keeping dry from the assault of tempest, one that could easily tear their wings asunder leaving them unable to sustain flight where they would fall and crash upon the rocks like fallen stars- here she had an advantage. Did she simply wish to escape their influences? No, it was simply wishing to keep them out of the picture- the declaration of war had already been issued and now she either had a choice to fight or endure the attacks inflicted by relay of counterpart, it was still a part of herself that she couldn?t ignore. Eyes simply closed, mind partaking to ground and centre before mind would concentrate on the simply task of teleportation. Summoning the very energies of her self, changing corporeal substances into that of incorporeal ethereal intangible essences, allowing that to change each molecule and atom, compound and fabrication of the self until it simply no longer was of solid or complete matter- allowing her very form to simply evaporate without a trace?where once she had slept, she slept no more.
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Posted by the voice of Unity
At the moment of Storm?s disappearance, before any of the great Angels could have time to react, a glow brighter then the heart of a giant sun burst forth into the room where they stood. His Presence overwhelming powerful would stand no nonsense and the foundations of the castle trembled in awe for even the very stone knew its creator. A silence of such depth to be painful descended as from within the glowing sphere now forming intense study would be made of all the players in the unfolded drama. A sensation not of anger but of deep and powerful sorrow overshadowed the group as still the one silently remained in contemplation, driving his will into each of them in turn, studying their roles in this occurrence and weighing each of their souls in turn.
Finally his voice, crushing all doubt of Whom it was speaking emerged ?WHAT HAST THOU DONE MY BELOVED CHILDREN. THOU DOST KNOW THAT REDEMPTION IS POSSIBLE FOR ALL FOR INDEED DOST HER FATHER WALK THE EARTH SLOWLY MOVING TO THE DAY WHEN MINE ARMS AGAIN REACH OUT AND GRASP HIM TO MINE BREAST. YET THOU HAST REFUTED MINE PURPOSE, FOR INDEED HAD HER CHANGE BEEN GREETED, TWOULD HAVE MADE HER FATHERS TASK INFINITELY EASIER YET FORGIVENESS COULD NOT BE FOUND. URIEL THOU HAST PLEASED ME GREATLY, FOR THOU HAST DISCOVERED THE CAPACITY FOR LOVE. GO TO HER, FOR EVEN IN DARKNESS YOUR LOVE MAY YET TOUCH HER, FIGHT ALONGSIDE HER FOR SHE FIGHTS THE ENEMIES OF LIGHT IN HER OWN WAY. GABRIEL, IT IS TIME, SOUNDETH THY HORN AND LET ALL KNOW THE END HAS BEGUN, FOR HER AWAKENING TO LIGHT WAS THE SIGN OF ITS APPROACH. THOU ART HERALD, GIVEST THE SIGNAL. RAPHAEL, TRAVEL THE WIND TO THE FOUR QUARTERS, LISTEN STUDY AND GATHER ALL INFORMATION AND MICHAEL, MY CHILD THOU SHALT RALLY THE HOST, FOR IF THINE BROTHER ASKS, THOU SHALT REDEEM THYSELF BY ITS LEADERSHIP IN SUPPORT OF HIM AND STORM.?
The voice so potent in its power, so rife with strength and purpose now turned its attention to Bath, ?CHILD, THOU WERT WISE TO KNOW DOUBT, YET THY DOUBT HAS PERHAPS CAUSED THE UNDOING OF MINE GREATEST PLAN. NO LONGER ART THOU SEER, INSTEAD THOU ART NOW PROPHET, TAKE THY WORDS AND PLACE THEM IN THE HEARTS OF GOOD MEN, SO THAT IN THE TIMES AHEAD THEY MAY STAND HOPEFUL OF SURVIVAL.?
The orb of light began to pulsate, beams of energy touching and enhancing each of his beloved children then began to fade, just before it blinked out His voice emerged once more ?KNOWEST THOU THIS, MY TIME IS DRAWING CLOSE TO THE POINT WHERE MY MIND MUST RECREATE ITSELF. DURING THAT PROCESS DARKNESS SHALT HOLD SWAY AND THOU MY BELOVED MUST STAND IN MINE PLACE UNTIL MINE TASK IS COMPLETE. IF THOU DOST FAIL, THEN ALL SHALT BE LOST.? At this the glow dimmed and vanished completely leaving the room feeling empty beyond compare. The four great angels would bow to each other then turn and bow to the newest prophet of the Divine Reason, before Uriel, Raphael and Michael would vanish to perform there respective tasks, leaving bath and Gabriel alone.
((OOC note, this autoing was agreed upon before this was posted.))
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Posted by Breath of Essence
The storm has seemed to break through the foundations of the castle and even though she simply sought some pleasure in the warmth of the fire place she followed the others out, all seeming to ignore her question which she had placed which only gave further unsatisfactory snorts flaring from the nostrils and another attack of natures fury gave little yet to be admired or treasured. Leaving the room she simply didn?t expect she had been so right all along, in fact for the sake of Uriel she had hoped she was wrong, she hadn?t knowing what was inevitable, in the scale of things it was hardly writing upon the wall either. How foolish they had been. It was the change in the atmosphere she sensed first, the warmth had turned to artic kisses, the plumes of her breath were indication of this, it was the sudden shift in the winds direction?a change which made her return to the room, eyes opened wide and stunned that Storm was gone and now the presence of the ?One? which automatically made her genuflect to her knees, head bowed in shame and lament as well, for as she listened she learned that the doubt in her own heart perhaps contributed to the abandonment of celestial embraces. It sunk deep into her heart as she simply listened and dreaded the words which would perhaps follow,
It would be a slight relief that her status/rank would now change to that of Prophet, to aid the mortals to understand that the end was soon to come, or at least the first steps had been made to issue it. The orders were clear to the others and yet she remained bowed, the only words which could force themselves to the surface was.
?Forgive me Father?for in thine own ignorance I have unleashed darkness ?pon the earth and in bitterness were thy words spoken, for I hold true one to thy heart and I allowed the sin of jealousy to enter it. For this?I am so ashamed!?
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Posted by Herald
He watched all knowing full well that at some point something would occur to alter the viability of the scenario they were within and it did. Storms transformation was broken, her body vanishing from within the walls of this place leaving them standing alone and without purpose momentarily at least. The Divine Essences presence filling the room, indeed the castle but moments after she had done so covering them in the all abiding power of Whom He was.
Gabriels eyes shone as the One said his piece, head bowed he listened and absorbed the message given as each of them were allotted a task of perfection to their nature, then when finally His Majestic presence had faded, Gabriel would turn bowing in respect to his brothers, and bowing to the newest of those granted true prophecy. After the others excepting Bath had vanished he raised his horn to his lips and lungs filling to capacities far beyond any mortal blew three notes.
The first clear and crisp, like the taste of the air after a storm, signifying the will of the divine was to be heard and heeded. The second cold and hard shattering planets and suns throughout the universe as its raw potency announced the beginning of finality and that all whom feared the will of the creator were wise to take heed for this was the hour of the beginning of the end of all they knew. The final note held trepidation and promise, grief of ages and joy beyond compare, this was the paradox which any whom had touched the face of The Unseen were overcome by, for he was all things to all things and as thus was paradox by his very nature.
Lowering his horn from his lips, he bowed his head for what he had done. Over the years he had announced many things but this was perhaps the hardest, then Gabriel turned to look upon Bath. Sensing her depth of grief, he moved to her, tiredness weighing heavily but as herald there was another duty to which he was bound. He lifted her to her feet, and clasped her close against his body, arms and wings surrounding her lithe body sheltering her, protecting her as his heart opened pouring joy, hope and love over and into her form for his was the element water, the flowing ebb of emotion and he felt deeply for this angel upon whom such a heavy burden now rested.
?Sssssh Bath? he softly whispered, ?Thy part in this was ordained, He is not angered by thee for indeed he hast raised thee up, not cast thee down. I shalt be thy constant companion, for dost not a prophet need a voice to shout their message so all may hear. My task set by The Beloved is done, the die is cast for the change that by needs must occur. So rest, share mine strength for a hard task lays before thee and I. I shall be beside you to share the pain when prophecy tears at your soul with its agonising talons, I shall be with thee when thy words are tossed back at thee until thee wish to cry and rage, and I shall be with thee when a single open heart receives thy news with reverence and respect. But for now takest thou solace in mine arms and mine heart. Allow thyself comfort for thou art loved by angels and by The Father and thou hast gained a toehold upon mine heart also for thy courage to say what had to be said.?
He stopped talking and just allowed his essence to surround them, striving to heal the pain on her soul, the anguish of her guilt, to give her strength and surety for he knew the doubt she would feel and simply remained clasping her to his embrace knowing that this castle was now a haven, a Holy place, blessed beyond pricelessness and a home for what he and she must attempt.
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Posted by Breath of Essence
There was little else to do but heed his words, though each word still came with a burden filled note unto her ears and unfortunately they were wounds which could only heal themselves because she knew some of the thoughts and disappointments unleashed were simply amplified doubts and systematic problems she saw within her self. It was always a higher task to look upon one?s own self and be judge and jury?the fact of the matter was, she could have handled the situation with more diplomacy and it would be that fact which made her heart even heavier. And words would do little but comfort her in this time of own personal stress and disappointments; perhaps if she had handled the situation more professionally and not so judgmentally things would have been different- and she would not have to repeat those words over and over again in her own mind like the eternal burning disc which never dies- just continuously burns. She slowly stood, eyes looking over towards the only angel who probably understood her right now, the only one who seemed able to share the load, the visions of a world dying was hardly a prize to cherish- the fate of the seer was always so obsolete and uncertain and she did not look forward to the images that would soon surge through her mind, visions of death and mayhem, of death, disease and fire?prophecies which deemed more like visual curses and it already wrenched at her heart and soul, even feeling the burdens of sorrow upon those ivory soft wings. Sorrow entered and flowed through every pore and vein. It was a task, a trophy she wished not to possess or yield, or have to control. The end wasn?t welcomed by her, she would rather it be someone else or something else, but then knowing it was her task and her cross to bear all at the same time?there was no peace and none to find in this moment of despair.
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Posted by Herald
Gabriel gently wept, the grief within Bath was so poignant and palpable, yet he knew in his heart this too would pass. There was much to be done in preparation for the time ahead for the work facing them both was astounding, but they had some little time yet to gather themselves in readiness. He remained protectively hugging her, waves of empathy washing from his being.
Still he knew that there was much to be done, so easing himself from her, he took her hand and motioned her to sit, ?It seems we shall be working very closely Bath, the place you now hold, will need one such as I to walk before you so to speak and open the way for the message you will bear. So every step of the way, I shall be with you.? He paused for a moment for this to sink in before continuing.
?We face a challenge of immense magnitude as the world has long been under the sway of chaos. Man has lost sight of the path of virtue and truth, and it is now our task to open the way that again this may be seen. Sadly? he sighed and raised a hand to wipe the moisture form his eyes, ?Where once there were open pathways we could easily enter, now we shall have to create the opening to the heart of every individual we encounter. Our task is made even harder by what lays in all directions, for once we could find friends, but now we must beware for all we meet could be an enemy.?
He sat silently for a moment, then finding a grin, turned his face to her ?At least we have a good friend in Uriel and hopefully with the connection he has made will have some level of protection, but where we go it may not extend. Are you ready and willing for this challenge??
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Posted by Breath of Essence
So many things merged and didn?t seem to fit right in the current surroundings of Caloria or the Castle in which they had all found shelter, perhaps if they hadn?t left her she would still be here and things would seem more controllable. At this very point she thought less of herself for those thoughts of conflict and doubt, but it was only for this concern which drove her to accept the challenge. There was much which had been relayed to her in those times of darkness, scenes of war and chaos filtering through the realms of those across the water of Eden. People whom needed divine aid or intervention although it was not a familiar enemy which marched across those lands it was energy she had heard about but that she had never seen; it was complex and confusing.
The task would be a burden, but then it would be her burden to carry?it was for the good of mankind not for herself, she had to think outside of her comfort zone and out of the little box she had seemed to put herself into. She simply wished for peace, a moment?s peace to look upon the world and see the beauty of it, not the bruises of war and destruction. Would these creatures ever learn? Would they ever find the equilibrium between the energies of all things? Would they ever manage to push the darkness back into its stale stagnating abyss and lock the doors forever? Death sung high on the winds talon?s and soon they would bathe their wings in it.