From the Cauldron to the Storm

[Kain]

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?  

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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??]

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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!?

[Kain]

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.?

[Kain]

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?

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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?

[Kain]

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??