From the Cauldron to the Storm

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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?.

[Kain]

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.?

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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?

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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??

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.))

[Kain]

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!?

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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.

[Kain]

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??