Blood and Magick: The Coven *MATURE!* -STARTS!- LSUs welcome!

[Bulbasaur4]

Helveanirica
Current Form: Demonic Shadow Wolf/M/Neutral

Lingering and dancing about like the shadows themselves... Helveanirica watched the being which many had dubbed as 'Koger' battle the psi demon. Watching Koger's transformation wasn't a tremendous surprise to Helve... for when the portal to the confinements of God was opened, Helve had felt it. That wasn't a shock... that Helve would feel some thing of that extent, because Helve felt things that most did not. Watching Koger allow himself to be pushed about by the demon was a cruel trick to play- pretending to be weak when you infact were stronger than most could ever imagine. Helve had sensed there was something different about Koger when he had first placed eyes upon the creature... and now to realize that he was one of the false ancient Gods was rather interesting. They had played themselves as Gods so long ago... causing destruction and some chaos here and there, and in punishment God confined them forever to be locked away.
So he had been searching for the keys to unlock his true immortal self all along.. Helve thought for a second, smirking at the irony of it. God's own eye did not detect this... which went to show Helve that God really was not in control of much of anything anymore.
The thing that confused Helveanirica however, was that if those false gods caused so much destruction... and they were deemed to be locked away forever, how come Helve was not?
What made myself so special to be looked upon in favor with God's eyes? I am not one of his creations... and I have caused just as much death and destruction as the ancients...
Helve had never pretended to be a God, but he had caused several instances of damage and almost destroyed the world a few times with the Evils. How come he was not forsaken as well?
I do not understand...

Koger suddenly blew the demon away, and with that he seemed to smirk as he leapt into the sky and seemed to disappear within an instant. Helveanirica twitched his ears forward... knowing where this was heading, and he concentrated... preparing to observe and head to the same battle. However... he was temporarily stopped...

So you have returned... how keen. You can come to our aid once again... Helveanirica
Helve had sensed the presense of one of the great evils approaching, and Helve merely paused and did not glance back directly right away. His name was spoken... and naturally Helve would have to transform into his official neutral state like he had grown an instinct for. However... this was one of the great Evils... and Helveanirica was allowed to break a few rules, and this would be one of them. He would not show his true state to this one... not now.
Let us put two things straight... one, I was never in allegiance with you. Two, I have always been around... Helve turned around to see the figure who spoke. His body was humanoid, cloaked in silky black garbes completelyl about his body. He had four arms instead of two... obviously not too keen in hiding himself completely. Of course, none of his skin was shown... except for a small section of where his slitted eyes peered through the darkness. Helve already knew their colour... black, with only faint flecks of crimson blood ebbed deep within them. Upon his back were two black angellic-like wings... but they were mutated, intermixed with a draconic shape and they dripped with blood wherever he walked. His footsteps left blood marks... and unless he wanted to remain hidden, his true form would always drip with blood. It was obvious he was using some of his power to prevent his entire body from dripping with the thick, sickening scent of charred flesh and blood.
Yes, you have been around... hiding next to God. But God has his hands full and the world is going to be thrown into a chaos like never before... especially once you join us, like old times.
Helve narrowed his reddened eyes of fire and gave a rather nasty growl towards the Evil.
I am not going to join you... and if this is your shot and trying to convince me, Belial, then you are doing a horrible job. Lucifer will surely not be pleased.
Satan's servent seemed to shift his position from annoyance... clenching on of his claws fists so that blood oozed from where the fingers meshed into the skin.
You will join us eventually... Helve... just like you have before.
Helveanirica was starting to feel himself turn... and he gritted his muzzle slightly and shook. He didn't want to turn... the neutral state that he was in was good for him and he did not want to change. Narrowing his eyes he snarled at Belial.
Perhaps you have forgotten that I have also been with the Good side as well? Remember those painful loses? Besides... I know what the Evils and Lucifer himself are thinking. You are worried... a new card has come into play. You were thinking that Sorcha and a few of the higher angellics were your only worry, but now this Koger who calls himself Marduk has thrown himself into play. You don't know who he is do you?
Helve smirked... laughing slightly to himself.
Let us remember, the only reason a few of the ancient Evils know my name is because God allowed me to stay upon Earth and did not try to lock me away. However... there are things more ancient and perhaps more powerful than even the greatest Evil himself.
Belial finally seemed to have his temper flare and it was no question that perhaps Satan was using him as a watchful eye upon Earth. Belial flare his hand upwards and instantly a dark swirl of energy flashed across the sky and flared- outstretching it's evil hand to lash out at Helve. A rather surprising and shocking move to Helve... but Helve usually knew how to push his buttons. Instantly another flash of rippling silver and crimson rose into the air, rising like a sheet of transulcent paper infront of Helve and the darkness collided into it. It sent a tiny explosion into the air... perhaps catching the attention of a few mortals who happened to be in the area- along with some demons near their place from the inside. Helve lowered his head as he glared upwards at Belial.
Be gone Belial! It will take more than that for the Evils to have me join their side... but be at ease, for the Good will have just as hard a time. But I am sick of seeing your tormented body before me Belial... let us remember how you were created, and how I had a hand in it. So be gone!
Belial stayed for a brief moment longer... and with that Helve's voice seemed to rip and scream within Belial's head, tearing at it from the inside which was enough to make the Demonic-like Evil let out a piercing, shattering scream of torment.
BE GONE!
With that, a rip in the air was formed... swirling with inner darkness and Belial vanished into it within an instant. Helve glanced about and instantly figured it was a good time to disappear from this place. The explosion of energies was enough to attract unwanted attention... not that any of them knew of Helve anyway.
Helve concentrated upon Sorcha's energy, one of the ones he recognized most for having her near the Garden for so long and then he too disappeared much like Belial did except into nothing.

Helveanirica soon arrived to the battle scene... remaining in his semi-transparent state, lurking in the shadows but being ever-so-watchful at the battle that perhaps was about to erupt before him.

[Samchu]

Garth
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I dug my feet into the ground below me as it flew past at an incredible speed. At last I managed to get a firm grip on solid ground and began to push Koger's attack down into the ground. He let up before I was able to fully succeed and I looked down at my chest to see the damage that had been done. Light bruisig, I hadn't expected much more.

I looked up at Koger and laughed. "Not bad, it's more than that pathetic 'queen' of yours has been able to muster so far. It actually tingled a bit."

Koger helped Sorcha to her feet. He was strong, very strong and he had powers that more than rivalled my own, I knew that within moments, but he lacked the means to kill me. One thing could do that and I had given it to Sorcha and I knew she did not have it on her. I decided instead, that I would test Koger, he could not kill me and it would be good to know just how strong he was. That way I could prepare.

I charged at him, I could use a good reason to test out what I had unlocked so far and the battle would undoubtedly release yet more of my hidden prowess if I could just hold on long enough. He smirked and went to counter my attack but I flew right through him. In the moment it took for him to comprehened what had happened I had appeared at his side and slammed him towards the far wall. Less than a centimetre from the wall he stopped and floated back from it. He turned to me smirking.

"Did you think it would be so easy?"

I countered with a smirk of my own, "Of course not, I was merely stretching. Taking care of your...fallen angel...hardly clasified as a suitable warm up for me."

From there on our battle became much more physical. Most of it was spent exchanging blows to one another, I tried to keep the battle close because he could outpower me were the blows to switch to ones that were beyond that of a standard mortal and I had already taken my fair share of damage from those. The battle was wearing on and I knew the time was coming for me to take me leave. I knew enough of this new Koger to sufficiently prepare for our next encounter.

As another flurry of blows came to an end, I pushed myself away from Koger. Both of us were slightly short of breath though neither of us were prepared to show any weakness to the other. For my part, I had managed to match Koger thus far. I had unlocked that power I could at this point and he was still reasserting himself with the powers that he had been long parted from. But it was very much, as the mortals would say, like riding a bicycle. Something that is never really forgotten.

"It is nice to know that there is a worthy opponent out there after all," I told Koger. "I look forward to our next meeting."

"I assure you it will be our last."

I nodded and looked briefly at Sorcha. "As do I." I took to the air. "War has begun. You would be wise not to dwell in its centre longer." and I took to the city, swooping in and out amongst the tall buildings before landing in a secluded alleyway. The time had come, I was to return home where I could complete my transformation and take my place in this war.

I raised my hand and sought to bring forth my path from the mortal world when I froze. It appeared that I had a much more pressing matter to attend to first. I could sense that energy that I had sensed back in Eden, the same energy that had so violently errupted early into my battle with Koger and now I could sense it behind me. I searched my mind, I wanted to know who it was. It was not an energy that I was familiar with, it was ancient, wisened by the sands of time and yet powerful. There was one who fitted such a profile, one whose existence had always seemed more fictional than real but yet I believed was standing right behind me.

I turned and saw nothing. "Helveanirica," I called, "take yourself from the shadows!"

At first then was nothing but then, slowly, steadily, a wolven figure emerged from the shadows.

So, we meet at last.

What is it that you want? I have already told Belial that I have no wish to side with the evils.

I have no intention of trying to 'suade you, those are not my orders. However, I was curious to know what being could possibly exist to possess such power as yours. After all, it was you who had followed me.

I am merely curious of how the tides of war are turning. I have no intention of taking part.

Your call. But I warn you now, just because I have not been sent to recruit you this time does not mean that it will not come to pass. I warn you Helve, should that occur, your alligance will not be as it is now.

You sound so sure of yourself.

Belial trained me, I have good reason.

He failed to change my alligiance, why would you succeed?

I merely smirked, I am twice the demon Belial is, it is I who will replace him and I sense that time is approaching very quickly indeed. Unlike him, I don't fail on my missions.

The Garden of Eden remains and both Sorcha and Koger are living, is that not an unsuccessful evening?

I laughed, my dear Helve, that was merely a minior piece of entertainment. My mission was merely to set war in motion and even you can agree that in this I have succeeded. I turned to the air behind me and summoned a portal to the underworld, You alligance may be undetermined now but it shall not be so for much longer. I would rather not face you in the coming battles.

I turned and passed through the portal, letting it close behind me. I stared up at the towering gates before me, the entrance to Satan's playground.

"So it begins," I said quietly, as I stepped through the gates to the land of fire and brimstone.

[Drusilla]

Whee! *dance*

I've been trying to do a drawing of Sorcha, but it's not going well... *grumbles*

And what do you know, the post idea that I had started two days ago is going to work!

I'm going to try to get Ginger into this- I dunno if it will work, but it's worth a shot!


[color=teal]-Sorcha-

The club, or what was left, was in ruins. Screams still peirced the air, and there seemed to be enough blood to go around. I was still bleeding myself, and I was weak... too weak to have gotten involved in this alone. Koger...

Something clicked in the back of my mind as I glanced at him. My thoughts started swimming...

"Merodakh!" I snarled. He looked at me in shock. Memories that were not my own flooded my mind; memories of long-forgotten places and peoples. Memories from hundreds of thousands of years ago, but primarily of the beings that posed as gods in ancient Mesopotamia. Memories of Merodakh, who now stood before me. Memories of Koger's true self.

"What did you say? What did you just call me?"

"Merodakh... Bel-Marduk... Asal-lu-he...." I broke off. "Why do I know these names?!" I shut my eyes, trying to block out the horror on Koger's face more than anything else.

"I have not heard those names in a long time... a very long time..." he said quietly. "Michael."

Again, the feeling of something in my mind sliding into place. My eyes flew open, and this time I was in shock. "What?! What is happening to me? What is going on!?" Confusion was building in me, and I was becoming lost in my own mind. "I don't know..." I murmured. Tears of light trickled down my face. "I don't know!" I screamed, and turning to the littered street I took flight.

"Sorcha!" Koger's voice rang out after me, but I didn't turn back.

I flew, ignoring the reaction of the people below who saw me, flew away from the city, away from the people, away from Koger... who ever he was.

I found my sanctuary among the trees, trees that were so like my long-gone nemetons. I collapsed, sobbing as the foot of a huge oak, letting the damp smell of soil and flora completely immerse me. My skin shone, as if the moon's raidience itself was trapped within me, and my tears sparkled like crystals on the ground.

Suddenly, I was aware of the presence of another. I looked, up, startled, and saw a pair of eyes watching me from the underbrush. I choked, afraid at first... but there was no malevolence in in the gaze... only curiosity. I watched in silenc as a shadow wolf materialized from the darkness. Only... it wasn't what it appeared to be. There was something vaguely familliar about this being, but I couldn't quite place it.

He... it, which it was I couldn't tell, didn't mean me any harm at the moment, but it hung back away from me. Then, it wasn't a wolf anymore; it was a winged being, like me... only she wasn't quite the same.

"Helveanirica..." I whispered.

She stared at me, cautious, untrusting. "So, you're remembering."

I looked at the ground. "I don't know... I suppose that it's remembering, but it's not my past that I'm coming to know!"

"Heh, well, it's about time..."

Sorcha.

I cringed. I didn't need anything else, not now...

Sorcha, this world needs you... the people need you. Everything that you've ever loved needs you.

"Why? Why does it have to be me? I can't do this... not now. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

It wasn't the right time.

"So, in all those years that I've served you, there wasn't a right time? You treated me like a puppet, just so that, when you needed, you could make me into something that I'm not? You... you used me?!"

Sorcha! This isn't the time for this!

"Just like it wasn't the time for you to tell me about who I was, huh? Just like who I am is nothing to you, just so you can throw me in and out of these power struggles?! And what about Koger? Why didn't you tell me who he was? Why did you make me someone who should be his enemy?"

Sorcha-

"NO!" I screamed. "NO MORE! I've heard enough! LEAVE ME BE!" Winds tore through the trees and thunder rumbled overhead as the tears flowed freely once more. "STOP IT!! SOMEONE, STOP IT!"

I fell to the ground, sobbing, unable to control my expanding power. The winds died down and the storm abated as a calm spread through the forest. Someone just as powerful, if not slightly more, and with more control than I eased the burst of power.

And it was with love. Koger... Marduk, whoever he was, had followed me. Electricity seemed to pulse through the air as four powerful and ancient beings occupied the same small place of existance.

"Sorcha, please... look at me."

I looked up, tears still falling from my eyes. I stood and rushed into his arms.

Sorcha-

"Leave me be, Father," I whispered. "I will fight the Dark One... but other than that, my loyalty has been spoken for."

With that, Koger and I departed together upon his chariot of cloud. In the city, things were not well, however.

"Wait!" I cried, sensing a deep evil spreading. I looked down to the streets, and saw helpless mortals running in terror, yet again, from possesed bodies... among them I saw Malik. "We have to do something," I said, and before I could hear the reply, I spread my wings and took to the air.

"Malik!" I yelled above the noise of the croud. He looked at me in both shock and wonder. "It's Legion; destroying them won't help, he'll just take more. I'll help get these people to safety!"

People were running to me, some holding thier hands up as if I was somehow going to make it all better just by touching them, some just drawn to my light in wonder.

"Please, calm down!" I said, amplifying my voice over the tumult. "Follow me; these people cannot be helped, not yet. Help each other, and I will lead you to safety!"

I would have to help these people get to my home... it was the only safe place in the city that would hold them...

[Heald]

OOC: I'm going away now, won't be back to Wednesday. For the moment, I'd prefer if you didn't encounter Legion himself directly, since he will be off somewhere out of the action, but his acolytes are fair game.

[-/Deathborn/-]

-/Jack Korso: Ancient/-

The voice in the head came back again...and it had a personality...
Jack...forget about the earlier message, focus on this one...
Jack had no idea what the heck was going in his head. He was getting frustrated.
It might sound crazy, but I need you to break into someone's home...
He really felt like breaking something right about now. That voice, in a monotonous voice with a personality, just kept going...
The home in question you will know when I stop rambling.
At that point, Jack wondered,
"Who lives there anyway? I mean, why break into a home just because some voice in my head said so? I probaly had too many drinks..."
The voice turned on again, as if it heard Jack's thoughts.
The one in question is not human. You can turn it Ancient, if you wish.
Jack went from frustrated and confused to delighted and alert. Another Ancient. Another one who knows the ultimate knowlege.
You need to break in because the one in question is trying to help mortals. Human mortals. But of course, the one in question does not know your kind exists.
He thought to the voice-
"I'm all in."
Good, and by the way-you never drank anything before you slept.
"Huh?"
And the voice was gone. Jack suddenly knew where to go, like the voice said.
And he had to get to wherever his mind took him, fast. Before the one in question.

Jack got out of bed, as he got on his big white robe, he woke up one of his pals in a chair across the room. (He's speaking Latin, right now)
"Hey, Jack, where are you going at this hour?" He asked.
Jack was two feet away from the door, he checked for his vile of Ancient blood, it was there, Modified Barreta M9-check. Bullets with capsules of Ancient blood loaded-check.
"What's with that mortal-made gun, anyway?"
Jack opened the door and left, acting like he never heard what his friend said.

Outside, in that big red Ferrari, he looked pretty conspicuous-oh, well. At least he knew where to go.
Jack never put the radio on. In fact, he took it out all together. He put in a little compartment where he put his gun and other things. One of them was a device that fitted over you fingers, hand, and wrist. It could be a weapon or a healing device, since it was thought- driven. One with a weak mind would faint of the huge will power needed to get a single light out of it. Ancients-however, it could get from curing all disease and weaknesses to starting lightning storms on a whim- when at it's best-yet few Ancients even got it to get even half that. Religous mortals could see it as God's power at work0-which it how the Ancients wanted to keep it.

When Jack drove his suspiciously red car to a close spot to the home in question, but not looking like he was going to break in.
He put on the mind device-as it was called. He slipped the gold spiral over his wrist, then locked the ruby-like crystal plate on his palm, and slipped a few golden finger tip-plates over his fingers, and the device suddenly locked in place. Jack thought hard for a second-just to test it out.
Within a couple seconds, he saw the ruby crystal plate glow and make a humming noise. It worked.
Jack turned it off and took his vile and M9 pistol with him out of the car. He got to the home in question about 15 minutes later. He had to dodge the crowds. They sure seemed nervous about something...but no matter.

When Jack was actually in the home in question, he found a window, and he stared out into the city...waiting for the one in question.
He held the pistol against his chest, ready for anything.

[Drusilla]

*blinks*

OK, wtf mate? I'm going to have to ask that you leave, Deathborn, seeing as how, one, you have yet to really interact with anyone, two, your posts are completely incompatable with the atmosphere of the RP, and three, you seem to have no idea (or just don't care about) what the hell is going on with the plot. I have asked for you to join the bandwagon, and you made little more than a half-assed attempt to do so. Therefore, you are no longer welcome in this RP.

[sesshomaru]

~~Jalken~~

He flew off, the wind rushing in his face. He loved the excitment. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a glowing stone on the ground. He then dived towards it halting right in front of it. He eyed it suspicously. It was a perfect ovsl snd glowing bright red. He sensed it to contain great fire magic. HE suddenly knew there must be other, but there purpose remained unknown to him. He quickly scooped it up in his beak and flew off in search of some one to tell him it's purpose.


So if anyone is supposed to be wise and all you oculd have your character interact with mine and tell me what it is and all.

[Mystic_clown]

Malik
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"You heard the winged broad!" Malik shouted over the commotion, "Follow her dammit!" Whether they heard him or not, the crowd followed her, reaching out as if to grab her or something. Malik never understood humans that well, and he had lived among them for over a thousand years!
"Malik!" Naomi asked, her voice filled with confusion and apprehention, "What's going on!?" Malik really didn't want to tell her everything right now. Mainly for two reasons.
1. Naomi would probably freak out and riding a motorbike with a frightened woman sitting behind you is very hard. and
2. Some more of Legion's acolytes were approaching.
"I'll tell you later," Malik replied. With a roar, Malik sped to the back of the crowd, where a number of Legion's possessed army was closing in. A pale blue aura began to surround Malik's right arm.
"sorry folks," Malik said with a smirk, "But you can't come!" Malik thrust out his hand and six bursts of blue energy fired from his palm. Spiralling around eachother, the bursts exploded on impact with the acolytes. Those directly hit were killed instantly, while those around them were blown back. Malik gave a soft chuckle before noticing that Naomi was staring at him.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?" she shrieked. Malik's hands shot up to cover his ears. He swore that Naomi was worse then a banshee at times.
"Not so loud! I'm sitting right here!"
"What was that?" she asked, not taking much notice of what Malik just said.
"Listen, Yukari, I'll tell you later," he replied, "right now we need to get outta here!" Before Naomi could say anything, Malik's motorbike roared to life and the pair sped off after Sorcha.

sorry if it sounds crap folks.

[Samchu]

Garth
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Having left Helve to journey into the depths of hell, I soon realised that I had a quick detour to pick up Illdian, I had a feeling that something had happened to him after the battle. Needless to say, he wasn't best pleased when I showed up about five seconds later, through no serious fault of my own I might add.

"You could have told me he was a God," Illidan growled as I led him through the portal.

"Had I known I would have disposed of him ages ago, I had no idea," I retorted angrily.

I took Illidan through the very gates of hell itself. To the place where the hottest fires burned and the air forever smelt of brimstone. It was in this place, that I had truely been born, where I had grown, matured and where I would be immortalised once this war was at its end.

My orders were to take Illidan for training, to hone his psionic abilities. He would be crucial in this war, perhaps not against Koger - no, it seemed that I would have to deal with him. I sighed deeply as that thought crossed my mind, I would have to face both him and Sorcha...it would be most testing but who to attack first was the problem. Sorcha's power, I had discovered, was greatly increased by the threatening of those close to her but at the same time...they were her greatest weakness. In hell's darkest depths I pondered this very problem and eventually, I believed, I had come up with a solution.

That's dark, even for you.

Are you complaining?

Of course not, but had I know you would have come up with this, I would have told you Sorcha's secret a long time ago.

Why are you so impressed? It was you who gave the order last time...

Initiative of course. Very pleasing.

I grunted. And what of Belial?

I destroyed him, what else?

I had expected nothing less. [i]Now what? You still dont have Helve.[i]

That's where you come in.

I rolled my eyes. I expected as much. And how am I supposed to convince her? Belial failed.

You aren't Belial. You convinced Illidan, I'm sure you can handle Helve.

I'll do what I can.

Good boy. With a sigh of disaproval I left hell and returned once again to the surface world to seek out Helve. In Belial's place it was my duty to try and bring Helve to our side, just as I had said I would not so long ago. At least, I knew I was able to track Helve down, having locked on to Helve's energy singature I could track it down almost instantly.

Hello Helve...

So you've come. Just as you said you would.

I am a demon of my word. So Helve, care to join us? I know that I for one would be most appreciative if you said yes.

[Bulbasaur4]

Helveanirica
~ Current Form: Neutral State (Human/Angellic form) / F ~

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Helve watched calmly as Sorcha and Koger- or Marduk, left momentariliy bringing humans with them. Sorcha was very eager to protect the humans… stooping to the level to bring them to her home… to Eden. Helve thought this perhaps was admirable, although with the state that Eden was in now… the humans were no threat to the vegetation. That was destroyed- well, most of it was.

The darkness grew, and Helve stood there amidst the chaos, now exposed although only a very select few would have known who she was. Many of the humans gaped at her… for she was completely nude. Her long, ribbon-like hair of golden-kissed blonde draped wildly about her shoulders, covering her chest and nestling against her face gently. It was a wild-like appearance… that some how deeply held a calm beauty, like Aphrodite herself. Her skin was slightly pale, holding a smooth and gentle glow that was only rivaled by her piercing, judgemental eyes of ice blue. She had the build of grace and innocence, but yet something about her aura also gave off a mystical and powerful feeling. She was Helveanirica, and she had vowed to hide from mortal and immortal for eternity.

That vow was now broken.

“A-an angel!”
“ Sa-save us!”
“ God does exist!”
Voices rang out around Helve, and she shot glances at them. She withdrew a sharp breath… and looking to those nearest to her, she glared and pointed at the glowing beacon that was Sorcha, slowly fading into the night but calling all to her.
“I am not an Angel, you pathetic mortals. You have no savior before you, but follow the one that flies and she shall lead you to salvation. Be gone!”
Her voice was cruel and sharp… yet some how hidden with flecks of kindness. The true blend of good and evil, combined together to reveal neither side. Still a few of them got the hint and ran after Sorcha… while others remained pathetic and stayed.

It wasn’t long however, until Helve felt someone lock onto her presense. She bit her lip and glanced simply to her left to see Garth had appeared. If looks could kill… Garth’s body would have instantly frozen and then burst into flames. However, Helve was still neutral and had not attacked him. Instead she shuffled gently, folding the three white wings that had arched against her body gently. Garth once again, asked for her to join the side of Evil.

I am still no friend of yours. She stated coldly, glancing at the now arrogant spawn of Lucifer.
Nor do you need to be Helve… just an ally. Help evil like you have helped him before, and once we have won you will be victorious along side us.
I will not help you. I will not help anyone… leave me alone.
Helve’s words grew sharper, biting her lip as Garth only smiled. He could tell that she was growing more agitated and that was what he wanted.
If you do not join us… you will only fall like those on the side of good. We will not accept neutrality, and you will perish if you do not join us.
Helve laughed suddenly, giggling like a maddened doll as she took a step towards Garth. She continued to walk until they were merely a foot from each other… and Garth obviously took a few glances.
Such a lovely body… such a lovely bitter gaze you set upon me, I would take you if you would allow it…
Helve withdrew a sharp breath, her eyes narrowing further. He was toying with her. She didn’t like being toyed with… for she had been a puppet for far too many times before. With sudden haste and without any warning, she rose her hands forward and instantly a brilliant grey-like light of shimmering silver erupted into the air. It temporarily blinded any mortal… but Garth saw as it seemed a thousand hands grew from her palms and lashed out at him. It happened to fast and caught him off guard, knocking several football field lengths backwards. He landed upon his bottom with a thud, blood dripping from a cut from his lip- most likely nail mark from her energy hands. He only smirked though… getting up slowly before using his own power to appear close to her again.
Temper temper Helve… you know where that leads you.
Helve growled,
You would make a bad negotiator Garth… I am not feeling any sway towards your side.
Garth paused for a moment, obviously thinking of his next course of action… as Helve brought her wings upwards for a moment. Her hair rose with it gently, the wind suddenly picking up as it blew those gentle tendrils of silk-like ribbons about. It exposed her nude body fully now… but she seemed not to care as she glared at him. Nudity was a thing that Gods, demons, angels and mortals worried about.
Helve was none of those.
The wind continued to pick up and a gentle silvery aura rose about her body… she was angry with Garth, but unlike Sorcha she did not attack to kill in her neutral state. Garth knew that Helve was drawing some power, and he wasn’t so arrogant and foolish enough to worry slightly. If he was pissing Helve off enough… she could revert to a slightly good state. Lucifer would not be pleased.
If I can’t convince you… then maybe I’ll have to FORCE you… Garth said, but Helve laughed.
You’re not strong enough to force me.
Garth only smirked….
I’m not going to force you that way… but I know how much you care about the innocence of nature, Helve. The only things that are neither good nor bad… but neutral like you are unless persuaded.
With that, Garth suddenly had grabbed a nearbye animal from one of the alleyways… a mangy, flea-bitten mutt. Helve’s eyes instantly flashed with anger… but deep within this anger, was worry.
Let it go! It has no place here! It has done nothing! She roared, screaming almost.. her voice piercing the ears of mortals and causing them to give a short cry. She took a step towards Garth, her eyes fuming with anger but Garth took a delicate step back.
Careful Helve… I might feel bad and accidentally kill it.
He then took a few steps towards her, seeing the pain in her eyes at the sight of such trechery as he dangled the dog by it’s neck. The wind drastically picked up now… the silver aura that danced upon her body was beginning to grow. She was beginning to realize where this was going… and slowly her wings were beginning to darken…

My father has told me stories about you… how you almost destroyed the earth, how you joined different sides… each side gaining favor by such decisions. Then he told me how God favored you and hid you… despite how you were not his creation. You are a puzzle Helve… for both Lucifer and God have favored you, despite never truly belonging to either one of them. But you still… are not a true soul. You are just a puppet, a tool… like some little toy a pathetic mortal plays with. You are like this dog- being fed and taken care of, but being nothing more than a mere pet. You are nothing with out either side… and as long as you are neutral, you will always be nothing. And now… if you don’t join us, you will be nothing… and all of these precious things to you…
Garth grasped the dog’s head, as if threatening to snap it’s neck.
… will die.

Helve bowed her head, closing her eyes briefly for she knew there was no choice. She could kill Garth… but there would be more minions, more and mass amounts of evils that Lucifer could release to do enough damage to the earth before she could ever stop it.
You… She began, but suddenly once again that flash of silver ripped through the air. This time however, it was far more potent.

The silver flash screamed into the air like a huge beacon-like tower that extended into the sky. It forced the clouds away, and erupted like a volcanoe in the night. A few humans that were too close were destroyed… as was the dog itself… and any other mortal thing or weak immortal thing that was within an eighth of a mile. The flesh from their skin was ripped away, as if some creature had gone underneath their skin and then burst from their pores. Their hair singed away as their screams slowly died away, silenced by the gurgles of their boiling blood and their collapsed lungs. Their bones were merely shattered into pieces, as buildings were ripped and torn away. Windows cracked and then exploded, until finally the silver torrent of light distinguished.
This all happened in a matter of seconds…

There in Helve’s place, was still Helve but in her new form. HE now stood before Garth, who had flown backwards and gave effort to shield him from the debree (not wanting to be caught in the eighth-of-a-mile blast.) He stood tall and grim, his entire human-like body adorned with thick, stone-like armour that reflected the fires and wreckage about him. Intermixed with the raven-black armor, were feather-like bits and pieces within his arm, legs and torso. Sprouted from his back were not three, but six gruesome wings of black that also had a bit of the natural stone-like armor upon the tops of the feathers. Of course it wasn’t stone that adorned his body… it was far more apart and energized with Helve than that. His eyes were still blue… but now they were much darker, and he had a sword attached to his side. The blade of the sword was semi-transparent, the blade glinting with mystical silver but the handle again, made out of semi-transparent shadow. His thick black hair billowed about his head as he look at Garth.

< Vean. > was all he stated, which was Helve’s new name in this state. His voice was cool and cold, yet it held an inner spunk. Arrogance did not pour from him, but pure confidence that was rather intimidating… and this display would perhaps have even affected the ‘sure-of-himself’ Garth.
< Don’t think this means I’ll listen to you, much. > Vean stated with a smirk, unsheathing his sword and glancing at it with a fond look.



[ I like it better when she’s… a she… than a he… lmao. ]

[Samchu]

Garth
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I looked upon the being that now stood before me and scratched my chin gently. Things had certainly taken an...interesting turn. I'd had my doubts about my ability to 'suade Helve but it had turned out successful in the end. Helve - or Vean as he wished to be called, was now a solid ally. This would most definately go down well with him, perhaps even gain that promotion Garth was so keenly after.

Don’t think this means I’ll listen to you, much.

I laughed at Vean's comment. Don't worry, you won't have to. I formed a portal to the dark afterworld behind us. Shall we?

The two of us passed through to the other side where a warm welcome awaited us. As pleased as I was that my mission had been successful and had been carried out without little trouble I was somewhat disappointed. For a moment, a part of me had actually believed I would get a little extra out of this transaction, after all, it was not everyday that I was faced with a naked beauty and I had meant every word. I would have taken her in an instant.

Course, she was a he now...kinda screwed that up for me...

We were taken immediately to see the high evil himself. An honor that had not been bestowed on me for some time now. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Garth and Vean, the two of you have been brought to me at last.

I bowed. As you ordered.

Garth I am most impressed. I finally have all the peices are need to begin phase one of my plan.

Yes sir.

Garth. Would you excuse Vean and I for a while, I'll call on you when the time is right.

Of course, I bowed.

He stepped towards me and quietly he said to me, Do what you must to be rid of that mortal soul of yours. I need no distractions.

Yes lord. With a final bow, I turned and left them. Once again I had been presented with a tough task, he seemed to enjoy dumping challenging tasks upon me and not many were as trying as the destroying of one's soul.

Mortal, are you listening? I growled.

Y-yes...

Look, I'm gonna have to...destroy you okay?

Why are you telling me?

Don't get no thoughts in your head, I'm just saying this because I had to put up with you since the beginning, you ent so pure so the least I can do is give you the chance to visit your mother one last time. She is partially mine also. I sighed. I'll give you this body for one hour, after that...

I understand. Thank you.

I looked at myself and then in the area around me. I was outside. I gazed up at a nearby clock. One hour to stop my soul from being destroyed...heh, no pressure. I took off immediately, a to-do list firmly in my mind. I stole a heavy coat to hide my appearance and then, surrpisingly, entered the church across the road. There was something I had wished to do for so long. I prayed.

"Oh Lord, I can do no more for you. As of this night my soul will be destroyed forever, and I will exist no more. I have a plan though, to preserve my soul after this so that it may one day get the chance to live the life that was taken from it. I will speak to Sorcha, I will make sure she has the means to stop my other half and all I ask is that you grant me this one wish. All I want, is for someone to love for who I am, to take me as I am, no questions asked. Whether or not you can find it in your heart to grant me this one wish, I will give you the means to bring about the end of this war." And with that I strode from the church.

I went to the house of Eden and asked a mortal that entered to tell Sorcha that Garth was waiting for her outside. She appeared alone, preapred for a brutal battle but I merely hed my hands to her and approached slowly.

"My appologies for coming at such a late hour but it shall be for the last time."

She gave me a worrying look. "Garth, what's going on?"

"My soul will be destroyed this night."

"No. No! Stay here, I'll help you I'll - "

I brought my hand to her face. "It is too late for that. You have helped me Sorcha, more than you know."

I watched as a tear streaked down her face. "No, I never helped you. I promised but I did nothing."

"Sorcha...you've done more for me than anyone ever has but I must ask two final things of you." I handed her a small crucifix.

"What's this for?"

"I don't want to lose my soul Sorcha, I will not lose to the dark lord without a fight and so...I have split my soul. At least that way I can have some chance at getting that thing I want most. I trust you will keep it safe. Finally, you still have the arrow I gave you?"

"Of course."

"When the time comes, dont hesitate. Something bad is being planned, this one thing could turn the tides of battle and you must not hesitate. Whatever he says, whatever he does, any trace of me will be gone. There must be no doubts."

She smiled sadly and I kissed her upon the head gently.

"I will miss you greatly Sorcha." I turned to leave her.

"Garth wait a second. This is the last time I will ever see you isn't it?"

"Unless God sees otherwise then yes."

"Then can you tell me, what thing it is you want? Just incase..."

I smiled and gave a brief nod. "I want but the simplest of things in this world. To be loved simply for who I am." and I left her then.

I went to my mother's grave to spend what time I had left with the one person who had perhaps come closest to loving me.


It's time.

Yes...

Fareware Garth, I closed my eyes and focused as my soul savaged and tore through his own until nothing of his existance remained. It felt odd somehow, having destroyed what was essentially a piece of myself. Now, there was nothing preventing my full transformation, in a few hours it would be complete.

Ready?

Yes Lord.

Good. Vean and I have come to agreements. I am putting you both in charge of preparing our warriors for battle.

As you wish. I formed a portal behind me and disappeared back into hell's depths. All the while, my transformation was continuing painlessly. I met Vean and the the two of us headed down to meet with the many demons and blackened souls that would head the ranks of Lucifer's army. Though there was one question that I could not resist asking of my new ally. Hey Vean, the gender swap, do you control it or is it set to specific alliances?

[Bulbasaur4]

Helveanirica
~ Current State: Calm Bad/M ~

Vean had spoken with Lucifer… the conversation for short, went some thing like this.

So Vean… you have finally joined us once more.
< Yeah… can’t say that the welcome party was really great. Sorta sucked compared to last time. >
…..
Let me put this bluntly and shortly, so not to waste our time. I would like you to help train a few of the… select warriors. The Fallens. They would look up to you, since you seem like an ‘angel gone evil’, and they are excellent warriors. They just need some one to follow.
< I don’t like being connected, followed, or leading. >
I know. You can leave them as you please… but guide them when the war first begins. Then you can go to your own missions… and I shall give you a few solo ones.
< I don’t listen to you, Lucifer. I am merely aligned with Evil. Not with you. >
But my dear Vean… I AM Evil.
Vean had smirked at this point.
< No… I know some thing else that is far more. >

So Vean had shown Lucifer that he wasn’t exactly afraid of the ‘Satan’ that humans were. Hell wasn’t entirely a big, burning palace of fire either. It was worse- from a human stand point. It was dark… lava- or some thing quite like it- flowed everywhere but yet the place seemed to remain quite cool. Large palaces of several high demons… (most likely the other six hands of Satan) towered up from the shadowy depths, like boney knarled hands trying to grasp at the nonexistent clouds above. Thunder constantly bellowed at times… with flickers of lightening dancing in the sky. Yet the lightening was red.. crimson, and the rain was blood. Blood of the sinners who burned in the torture pits. All did not suffer however… Vean knew that. Those that were strong spirits, became mutated souls of demons…. Their terrible souls thrusted into rotting bodies, much like zombies, yet they had a little bit of their soul intact. Adorned with armor and some times other animal parts, they were vast in number for Lucifer’s army. They could not be shaken and they had cunning minds… connected with Lucifer’s own thought although he could not be harmed. The souls that were weak… they were doomed to either forever remained suspended in there terrible, lost state in the fiery pits or in the blackened darkness of nothing. Trapped forever to see nothing but darkness or the reminents of their own rotted corpse.

“All and all… it’s a cosy place.” Vean said outloud, for he sometimes chose to speak the way humans did.

Vean was now walking down one of the twisted… bloodied hallways of Lucifer’s palace to meet with a few other Evils. Vean’s gait was elegant and graceful, yet he kept his head high and some how seemed to walk with confidence and authority. Glancing keenly at Garth, he smirked slightly as if he found Garth’s question funny. Gender controls.
“Well… they are mainly set.” He stated briefly, his voice cool and complacent.
Holding up a hand in front of them, he snapped his fingers and soon a dark, yet some how semi-transparent orb appeared before them.
“ This is my set Good state… well, the calm one. The one I first would transform if I were just joining the side.”
A miniature image of his appearance in his Calm Good state appeared… a beautiful Angellic creature, with three wings and dark, mahogany hair that flowed like delicate silk. Her appearance was rogue-like however… holding a cross-like rod and yet being adorned with leather and rather scantily clothed garments. Still, that form of Vean was breath-takingly beautiful.
“ Then there is my stronger Good state…”
The picture blurred and transformed into a different being. This one being lanky and not as full-figured, but still having a female body. Two white wings appeared, being angelic but yet holding a dragon-like quality to them. She had a white tail… adorned with feathers, and draconic-like feet. Her hair was more yellow than blonde… having slitted gold eyes, and with her was a giant sword.
“ I don’t like her much.” Vean said with a laugh, wavering the image away.
“ I have a stronger evil state as well… well, two more. But you’ll probably never see either of them.” He smirked once more, “Or you rather, should pray you never see my final set state.”
Garth’s expression changed through that some what… but of course, he commented to Vean’s first statement.
“ You said they are ‘mainly’ set… what does that-”
“Mean?” Vean stated, and then suddenly he stopped upon the stairs. Garth took a few more steps before looking back, and then Vean simply shrugged.
“It means if I really want to… I can change it. Most of my forms are female, because females can be the purest beings, and they can be the most evil. But yes… it can be changed.”

With that, Vean closed his eyes briefly and a glittering aura of blackened violet seemed to shimmer about his body. His body didn’t seem to change with a flash like it usually did… but the changes were more subtle and rather seemed to shift swiftly. His hair suddenly seemed to change texture a bit and grow, becoming more soft and silky but yet it held a wild-like beauty to it. Vean’s figure now was more shapely, but yet still contained that pure elegance and silent handsome features. He… or she… had a full chest that was half covered by his outer armour-like features, like it had before. Hips were a bit more prominent as was the curvature of his neckline, and even the tiniest detail to his eye lashes seemed to stand out. It was obvious Vean was… well, a she now.

“As you can see…” Vean stated, his voice still cool and complacent, but yet it held a strong female tone that seemed to dance wildly upon her tongue.
“… my forms are mainly set. I contain the same armor, colors and basic features but a gender change can be manipulated. Never understood why, but it’s one of the things I can do.”

[Drusilla]

*dances about*

Tangents! Tangents! argh! *pulls hair*

Meh, anywho, I have a job now (yay!), so I'll hopefully be able to get a desktop and internet access at home soon. Unfortunately, it means that I will have less time to muck about...

*smacks Sam and Kalah with tags* Argh!

[color=teal]-Sorcha-

I watched Garth go, and the feeling of loss was overpowering... as was the feeling that the other shoe was yet to drop, as they say. Garth's story wasn't over yet, and that alone gave me hope.

"Sorcha! Sorcha!" a voice pierced the darkness and I looked to see the owner. Of course, I had assumed that the speaker was humanoid; had I looked up, I would have seen him.

"I know that voice," I murmured, my brow creasing slightly as I tried to remember. "Jalken!" I looked up and saw the strange creature flying through the air towards me.

"Sorcha!" Jalken gasped for air as he landed at my feet. "I was... flying... and... I saw this..." A bright red stone was dropped at my feet.

I knelt down and picked it up. It was warm, and a powerful magick radiated from it. I looked into it's depths. Images flashed through my mind, and I lost my balance momentarily.

Koger was there in an instant, helping me to my feet. "You can fly, you can manipulate the weather, but you can't even stand on your own feet," he repremanded playfully.

"It has fire magick!" Jalken piped up.

"What does?" Koger asked, looking at the creature with slight distaste.

"This... I- I know this...." I said, only half-aware of my own words. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the images. "It is powerful... thank you, Jalken. I will need your help; please, stay."

Jalken looked slightly taken aback. "Me? You need my help?"

I nodded, looking to the horizon. "I need all the magick users that I can right now..." I closed my eyes and the wind stirred my hair. "Illuminia."

"Who?" Jalken asked.

"She is coming, look," I said, pointing, just as the elven woman came into view on the road.

"Sorcha... what... what happened? And what is going on in the city?" Illuminia asked when she reached us.

"Legion is in the city, possessing people, and I... I cannot explain what happened to myself. Not now, not yet. I will need your help too, and very soon. My coven is gone, and my own magick is not powerful enough to do what needs to be done by myself. I will need you and Jalken, and any others who can aid us... but not at the moment. I am tired..." I trailed off, my voice weakening. The four of us entered into the mansion.

People were everywhere, trying to find each other and figure out what was going on.

"Please, listen!" I shouted; a hush spread over the multitude. "You are welcome here, but please do not stray. This house can be as dangerous as the city streets are right now."

"You mean, it's haunted?" a voice asked. Quiet laughter broke out.

I smiled. "You could say that, I suppose. Through that door," I pointed, "You will find the kitchen; there will be enough food for everyone. Don't question, because I can't really answer. Make yourselves at home, otherwise."

I walked through the croud towards the large stairway, and people moved, staring at Koger and myself in awe. I could hear their thoughts; what creatures where these? What was this place? Is this the awaited end of the world?

Away from the multitude, Koger and I stood in the silence of my bedroom. I closed my eyes; too much, too much was happening so quickly, and it was threatening to carry my sanity away in the swift currents of life.

Koger's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him, and I leaned against him slightly. No tears this time; I didn't know if I was even capable of tears anymore.

"Sorcha-" he began, but I cut him off.

"It's all right... You don't need to say anything. I don't think that there's anything left to say. What has been done is done; there is no going back, only pushing forward. As for my choices... they are my own. I have made them, and that is the end of it. All I know is that, no matter whatever else may happen, I love you."

Our kiss was like no other; even our first kiss paled in comparison. The forbidden love between angel and demi-god didn't matter anymore. It was our love, and ours alone; spiritual politics no longer had sway over either of us.

I yeilded to his caresses once more...


...it was much more fun than just changing clothing, anyway.
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[sesshomaru]

Jalken

"Food?" He asked forgetting about any stones. He instantly dove in eating as if he hadn't eaten in a week. Someone stared at him surprsingly.

"...How longs it been since yah last are?" Someone asked.

"Who cares? I'm hungry now," He replied his mouth full of food. When he finished half the people around him were staring at him in disbelief. "What?"

They all looked away.

"So about Legion....when do we fight him?" Jalken asked.

"I dunno," Sorcha murmered, too caught up in her moment with Koger. Jalken sighed and set off to explore the house.

[Mystic_clown]

Malik
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Malik looked over the crowds of people that had gathered in Sorcha’s living room. He had never really been to Sorcha’s home. The two either met in nightclubs, fought it out in the streets or on the rooftops or in a courtroom being charged for streetfighting (for obvious reasons). The dark angel looked over at Naomi, who was staying close to Malik’s side.
“Malik,” she spoke, her voice filled with nervousness.
“Yes?”
“You said you’d explain to me what’s going on, what were those creatures and finally,” she looked up into Malik’s eyes, “What you are.” Malik sighed. He quickly tried to summeries what the hell was going on without going into too much detail.
“Well,” he explained, “Firstly, the devil, a.k.a. lucifer, is getting prepared to go out and conquer all of earth.” Naomi stared at him in disbelief.
“Secondly, those two creatures as you put it are friends of mine. The woman is Sorcha and the guy is Koger. And as for what I am, well, you wont believe me.”
“I’ve believed everything you’ve said so far.” Malik sighed.
“Ok then,” he looked at Naomi straight in the eyes, “I’m the son of the devil.” The two were silent for a few moments.
“You’re the devil’s son?” she asked finally in a shakey voice. Malik just nodded in response.
“But wait! If the devil’s your father, then why are you…?”
“Let’s just say my dad and I don’t share the same views,” Malik cut her off.
“Oh, ok,” Naomi replied, a large part of her not believing what Malik was just saying. Malik couldn’t blame her, he’d find it hard to believe too if he was just a normal human.
“Yukari,” Malik spoke, wait her ok? I’ve got to talk to Sorcha about something.” Noami just nodded as Malik walked off.

It took him a while to find Sorcha’s room. When he did, he found Sorcha and Koger, alone.
“Sorry to interupt,” Malik said as he walked in.
“That’s ok,” Sorcha replied. Malik leaned againt the wall, his golden eyes looking back and forth between Sorcha and Koger.
“So,” he gaze fixing on Sorcha, “What are we going to do?” Sorcha’s expression turned grave.
“I don’t know,” she said as she sat down on the bed, he eyes looking down at the floor, “Everything’s just happening so quickly.” Malik knew better then to question. There was something going on that didn’t involve Malik, and the dark nagel thought it was best if he stayed uninvolved.
“You seem to have a lot to think about,” he said as he walked over to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You stay here and work things out. I’ll be back in a few hours. Sorcha looked up at Malik as he headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked. Malik stopped and looked back.
“I’ve got to seal off the city. If any of Legion’s acolytes get out the city, Legion’s possesion could spred. If we block it off, then Legion can’t get any more people.
“I’ll go with you,” koger said, stepping forward.
“No,” Malik said, “You stay here with Sorcha. Whatever she’s going through, I think you can help her.”
“At least take Illuminia and Jalken with you.” Malik had never heard of the two before.
“Illuminia and Jalken?” he asked. Sorcha nodded.
“They’re friends of mine. Illuminia’s an evlen woman while Jalken is a Wargoth. They should be somewhere around the place.” Malik nodded and left the room.

[Samchu]

Garth
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“Interesting,” I mused as the two of us continued on.

At the top of the stairway, the hallway spread openly to reveal a vast balcony overlooking a hoard of heavily armoured soldiers. All the walls were a charred black and adorned with jagged edges, useful if someone got carried away.

I looked across to Vean and grinned slightly. “I got an idea,” I said quietly and threw myself off the balcony, landing heavily on the coal stone floor below. “’Evening maggots! We have been put into your charge to make sure that when you lowlifes go into battle, you know exactly what the f*ck you’re supposed to do. The rules of engagement during times of war are simple – there are no rules. The second you come across an enemy you have only two targets,” I summoned my Dark Soul Blade (like Riku’s in KH) to my hand and rammed it through the chest of a nearby soldier, “their chest,” I withdrew the blade then with a rounded slash swiped his head clean off his shoulders before he had even registered the first blow. “Or the head.” The body crumpled to the ground. “Your warm up, one lap of hell and when you get back, we’ll try something a little harder.”

As I watched them file out in sets of two, I became aware of Vean’s presence beside me.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“Understand what?” I asked, frowning slightly.

“You killed that soldier without thought and yet…and yet you let that mortal have your body even after you were ordered to destroy him.”

I nodded briefly. “He knew very well that I would take such action. The thing is I actually pitied him, Garth I mean. From my creation I had always had to share this body with Garth’s soul and whilst he trained I came to learn a lot of him. He had been abandoned by his mother at a very young age – at least that was what he was told. Truth was she was a Catholic who got pregnant out of wedlock and fled to the country so that she could raise him. This of course was a long time ago, back when some would see such actions as unholy and seek to end the life of both parent and child. Such was the case here and a few years later, when the two were found, she took him to the middle of the forest and left him then, not out of cruelness but to perhaps save him. It was futile in the end She was killed and he was condemned to a damned existence.
“Garth was found by one of his followers and taken to him and they did some terrible things to him whilst he was there. But it was decided that he would be made use of, by placing my soul alongside his within the same body and fusing my DNA with his own, he became my shell until the time was ready. They trained him to control the powers of darkness, to embrace me but he resisted, escaped hell and tried to settle into life back on the surface. He knew he would never be free of me. Everywhere he went there was something that would remind him of me. I was too weak then, but I could tell my time was coming and it did eventually, one time before this one.
“Garth met someone, a woman and as all mortals do at some stage, he fell in love with her. It wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences for me I have to tell you, all that mushy love crap isn’t for the likes of demons. I had to put a stop it. My priority was to gain control of his body, always had been. I withdrew during his time in paradise, made him forget about me until his guard was down and then one night I struck. I destroyed everything he cared about. I slaughtered his family: a wife and three children, then I burnt his house to the ground. Along with the rest of the village,” a small smirk had appeared on my face during that last part but my expression had shifted suddenly to a frown. “I have never known such power as I did that night. When Garth discovered what I had done…he tried to destroy my soul and despite everything, almost succeeded. Instead he merely banished my control and fled.
“Garth swore that he would never again fall in love. A hard promise to keep but he managed it for a long time, detaching himself from the world around him. That is, until recently.”

“Sorcha.”

I nodded. “Yes. She knew vaguely of his past and thus had some idea of what he was. Yet she treated him as an equal, even offered to help him. He had always felt something for her but it was only recently that he decided he would break his vow. By this time however, it was too late and I saw my opportunity. With Garth broken at the sight of the woman he loved with another man I could exploit his weaknesses and I did and in the course of this I showed the true Sorcha. The one who had failed to help him, being far too preoccupied with her own hormones to be of any use. He made poor attempts to fight, the most pathetic being his decision to fight on the side of ‘good’”, I laughed, “but he was long gone by then. Truth be told, he gave up the second he discovered Sorcha wanted someone else. Works perfectly for me, it’s interesting to have something to mess with her head with before I kill her.”

“You pitied a heartbroken mortal?”

“Perhaps but in fairness I had grown attached to him, he had an inner darkness that I saw only once but forever held admiration for,” I smirked slightly. “That is why I granted him a final walk upon the Earth.”

Vean seemed to muse over my words as I looked around the empty room. During my talk, flames had engulfed the mutilated body and now it was merely ash upon the ground. There was still no sound of our soldiers and I could only guess that Hell had grown since my last visit.

“Hey Vean, how about a little swordfight to get us warmed up. This is boring.”

She shrugged and unsheathed her sword as I brandished my own. “Rules?”

“No rules,” I replied with a grin, “just no overpowered attacks. It would be a shame to miss what appears will be a most exciting war.”

We both charged across the room, our blades meeting in the middle causing the air to fill with the sound on unholy metal clashing. She spun away, twirling her blade about her hand and I parried the blow. She brought her blade upwards and slashed again. Another block. I was just toying with her.

“You’re not trying,” she stated coolly.

“Neither are you Vean. You disappoint me.”

She smirked and faded from view. I shook my head briefly then back flipped, landing behind her and bringing my blade up just in time to meet her own. We both smirked. It was obvious that none of us were really trying but it was certainly fun.

We broke and darted back, facing off one another from separate ends of the room before silently taking to the air. Our blade crashed as our aerial assault was unleashed. She had a look of amusement upon her face and wondered who was toying with whom here and what exactly I should do about it. I was not one to be toyed with but as I was toying with her also it made the situation a little different to the others. I was going to have to start planning a few more moves in advance.

Our aerial assault drew to a close and our battle moved to the ground where we began to test our strengths. Vean had moves I had never seen before: sudden bursts of lightning speed and a vicious control over the dark arts that greatly surpassed my own. Yet I held on. She wasn’t using her full strength yet she still seemed surprised at how well I was holding her off. I decided it was time for a move of my own. Something new I had thought up during my battle with Koger and now wished to try out.

I drew back from her and surrounded myself in a deep aura whilst carefully watching her guard. I gave her a brief smirk before fading into the aura that surrounded me. For a moment the room lay empty and then six circles of dark pulsated energy appeared around Vean and copies of me grew from them. Vean merely smiled and sheathed her blade as my real self appeared behind her.

“You knew I was going to be here,” I said, slightly confused.

“Indeed I did.”

My sword disappeared from my hand and my copies sank to the ground as I took a step towards her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were toying with me just now.”

Vean turned to me and smirked. “Really? And why would I do such a thing?”

I smirked again, taking her waist in my hands and pulling her towards me. “Do I really have to answer that?” I leaned in and kissed her deeply. It wasn’t romantic or mushy, just raw and passionate, exactly how she expected it. I let my hands wander, seeking out every curve of her slender figure beneath her armour. I began to convince myself that I could do with her whatever I so pleased but it wasn’t the case. As my hands reached between her thighs, she changed and within an instant I was on my back with a searing pain in my chest, which interestingly enough had smoke coming from it.

It was nothing fatal, just painful. I looked up to Vean standing over me, a sly smile across her face, "I hope you're better in battle than you are in tactful foreplay."

With a slight groan I lifted myself to my feet and we returned to the balcony just as the soldiers began filing back in.

[Bulbasaur4]

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Helveanirica
~ Calm Evil State / F ~

Vean smirked at Garth, looking down upon him as he groaned and rose to his feet. She had no intention of giving herself to a demon, especially a demon she barely knew who hadn’t shown any special worth to her. Vean was rather hard to impress as well… and if you failed in battle, then you failed in other areas as well. Of course the ‘good’ half of Helveanirica wouldn’t even think of such connections. But Vean wasn’t good and her later stage wasn’t any better… probably considered more ‘evil’ in more areas than one. Yet at this moment in time, Vean connected all physical abilities to battle. This wasn’t a good thing… for many unexplained reasons.

As soon as Garth rose to his feet, Vean simply smiled a fake ‘sweet’ smile and then looked to the troops below.
“It’s time for more important things. Not lessons, but plans.” She stated coldly to no one but herself. Her eyes focused upon those below and she glanced over to Garth.
“The Fallens are the ones I am to specially guide. Being that I have a rather ‘Dark Angel’ appearance, they would look to me for guidance more than you.”
Garth seemed to not know what to think about this rather blunt statement, but Vean quickly went to his side and playfully took a soft, delicate hand to his face and brushed it upwards for a slightly intimate feeling.
“ Don’t take it personal dear… it’s just, if you used to be an Angel and God ripped the wings from you body and sent you into exile… you’d rather look up to an Angelic being who defies God as well.”
With that, Vean’s three wings opened up and she instantly leapt into the air. Taking a swooping circle, she slowly descended until she was in front of the large mass, particularly the Fallens. She hovered there, as she smiled and spoke, her voice seemingly filling up the ‘lesson ground’ area.

“Alright… listen to me! You are no longer in training for what is to come… but you are now preparing for what is here! You are at a war not just with God, but with all things that show themselves to the side of Good! You will not just destroy those who stand in your way… but those who look on from the sidelines as well. If some thing is not on your side, then it is your enemy. You will destroy all those who are your enemy!”

A few rowdy sounds could be heard from the mass… and the Fallens seemed to be captivated by Vean. A glint of revenge and hope seemed to glimmer in their eyes, as they soaked up all there was to hear.

“Yet with every army, we do not attack with out order. We cannot just simply march up to Heaven’s gate and burst our way through. We must first strike where it’ll hurt Heaven the most. We will be rising to Earth’s field, and there we will be destroying ALL signs of faith. Churches, crosses, synagogues, everything and anything! The more these are destroyed… the more faith is shattered by believers. Of course there will be a few strong ones, and if they speak of having faith in your presence… then kill them. The more faith dies, the less power God and Heaven have because that is what they strive upon. Faith of humans and all things.”

Garth soon spoke to Vean, obviously some question in his voice.
“Won’t a few church items hurt them? They don’t take affect to me… or you, but what about them?”
Vean grinned, “Have you ever seen a pure demon in its own manifested body get hurt by walking into a church or touching a cross, or anything like that for that matter?”
Garth shook his head… realizing he had not.
Vean nodded, “That’s because those items don’t work on demons. They only affect weakened demons that possess a human body. Since your human self is gone… and this whole army possesses their true, hell-given bodies… they will not be harmed. Oh, and of course the Fallens are technically Angels in exile. So they will obviously not be harmed either.”

Vean smiled, crossing her arms as she landed upon the ground next to Garth.
“I’m bored Garth… what’s next?”

[Samchu]

Garth
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I smirked slyly and with a slight gleam in my eyes replied, "I can think of a few things."
Vean frowned and I thought for a brief moment that I was about to turn into a smoking pile of Demon but I interrupted her before she had the chance.
"But seeing as that doesn't appear to be on the agenda today and seeing as how our mini-legion is done for now," I motioned to the departing troop of soldiers. "We're free to think of something."

Vean frowned slightly, shifted her stance and stretched her wings briefly. "That still doesn't solve the problem of me being bored."
"I'd gladly solve the problem if you weren't such a stiff,"
Vean shot me a death glare and I withdrew slightly.
"Alright. Let's walk, I'm sure we can find something."

We headed back down the stone staircase and took a turning into the sleeping quarters for the demons.

"Had a feeling we'd end up here," Vean mused.

"Relax, I'm not even thinking about trying it on with you for a while. This is just a different direction to the one we took earlier. Figured the change of scenery would help cure your boredom."

"It's not," Vean replied cooly.

I simply rolled my eyes and continued walking. She was so difficult to impress and I had no ideas. Truthfully I really just wanted to get her into bed and see where things went from there but I knew that she had been toying with and I was game for now. It was kinda fun. I was kinda toying with her too.

"It's the battle isn't it?"

Vean cocked her head slightly and frowned slightly. "What?"

"That's why I can't get anywhere with you. I wasn't good enough in battle for you so you don't think I'll be good enough for you in bed either."

"I didn't think you'd ever catch on," Vean replied, overtaking me for my pace had slowed.

"That's hardly fair."

Vean stopped and shot me a sideways glance, "don't talk to me about fair."

We walked on in silence and finally arrived at the depths of hell itself. A blinding inferno, where the smell of suphur burnt the hairs from your nostrils and the heat pierced the skin. Vean and I remained unaffected of course.

"This is your plan to cure my boredom?" asked Vean, unimpressed.

"Hey, it's something."

We stood there, watching the fires of hell as they stirred before us. In the radiant heat I saw Vean's face glowing and I knew I had to try something. I stepped closer to her and when she turned to face me I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

"Do you have to judge me on physicalities? Because technically, that counts. You have yet to truly see me fight, so do not be so quick as to pass your judgements on me."

[Outlaw JT]

Koger : Bel-Marduk
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God had a cruel sense of irony it seemed. As Koger and his kind, the Demi-Gods who claimed Babylon and man as their own creation, were cast into the void he was forced to watch the destruction of all that he had built for man at the hands of the ArchAngel Michael. For a long time in the void he had thought of nothing more than vengeance upon the hand of God. Upon the eve of his freedom he had found an equal and fallen in love. As it turns out, the woman he had chosen as his mate had been the unwilling subject that God had merged Michael with. It was quite clear to him that God had taken this measure for a very specific reason. God had sought to protect Michael from his wrath by merging him with the very being he would never be capable of raising a hand against. It was a rather clever way to assure Koger would not seek to side against God. Of course, that hardly meant Koger planned to side with him once the imminent conflict reached it's inevitable conclusion.

"What do you think of Earth my love?" Koger asked quietly as they lay there in the moonlight filling Sorcha's room.

"Why do you ask?" she replied, looking up into his eyes.

"Just thinking to the future," Koger brushed her hair gently away from her eyes. "You know this war will not be the end of conflict. If things unfold as I see them, this war will mark the beginning of a new domain."

"What do you mean?" Sorcha rose slightly with concern.

"Ask again once our enemies have fallen," and Koger silenced her curiosity with a kiss. "Now, let us rest before the coming storm. I am sure we both have much to consider."

His eyes slid shut as he said this but he did not rest. He had much to do before the coming battle if things were to unfold as he hoped. He wished to speak with Malik before it commenced but something else was more important. Even though Koger could destroy Garth with effort that task must fall to Sorcha. It fell to him to neutralize a greater threat. One as ancient as he himself.

As his mind re-centered itself he opened his mind's eye and turned about, surveying his surroundings. A barren field of ash and fire spread in all directions. And before him, two figures stood talking. His lip curled up in a mischievous grin as he had projected himself precisely where he had intended to go as his body lay safely behind in Sorcha's bed.

"Do you have to judge me on physicalities? Because technically, that counts. You have yet to see my feet, so do not be so quick as to pass your judgements on me," a familiar voice said very eagerly.

"I would think seeing the size of your feet would rather discourage her from the activity you seek Garth. If the old addage is to be believed it doesn't speak very highly for your endowment," the pair turned on him instantly, a sword appearing in Garth's hand.

The sword swung through his form effortlessly and Koger simply smiled at them, unblinking. They could see him perfectly well but he was not actually there. What they witnessed was simply a projection of his mind. They could no more harm it than they could empty space. As that idea set in Garth released a painfully venomous glare.

"If looks could kill......" Koger chided, his grin growing wider at the fury in Garth's face.

"How did you get......" Garth began speaking quite angrily only to be interrupted mid-sentence.

"In here? Very simply, actually. Although I understand how the concept might elude one such as you. You seem to forget that I am not of God's creation. Therefor, I am not limited by his boundaries. Now that I am free of the void I can go anywhere I please so long as I don't break the laws of each domain I travel to. Hence my arrival in spirit only. My body is safely on Earth enjoying the carnal pleasures you so heftily failed at acquiring for yourself before you embraced the arrogant spawn inside you," Koger simply gleamed as Garth continued to fume.

"You did not come here to bandy words with Garth," the other figure spoke quite calmly in contrast to Garth's rage.

"You are quite right. As entertaining as toying with Garth is I did not come here to test his dull wit. I came here to see you Helveanirica," and Koger shifted his gaze from Garth to Vean.

"To what end?" Vean still as calm as Garth was furious.

"To your end Vean," Vean's eyebrow raised at this. "Tell me Helveanirica. Do you enjoy being a puppet? You must, to have so easily been manipulated by Garth. I suppose after millenia of being used it must be too painful to stand on your own. Or do you fear having motivations of your own. Is that why you have allowed Garth to perpetuate the cycle of abuse against you?"

"You underestimate me to address me so brazenly," Vean replied evenly.

"Do I really? I suppose we shall see on the battlefield. I am not here to provoke you, however. I came to present a third choice. Tell me, do you think I fight for God? Do you believe I have chosen to side with the being that destroyed my creation and cast me and my kind into a void for five millenia? What if there was a third option. If you could fight not for heaven, not for hell, but for a chance to form a new domain. One beyond the imminent dominion of God or Lucifer. Before you attempt, and I do emphasize the word attempt, to strike me down in combat once the battle begins I urge you to consider my words. There is more at work than has been seen by anyone yet. I offer you a chance to join me before the turn of the battle, to become your own master for once and all. I offer you a chance to fight for freedom from the domains of heaven and hell. Remember that when next you see me Helveanirica. You don't have to be a pawn!"

As Koger's eyes slid open the visage of hell disappeared from his mind as his image vanished from it. He found Sorcha staring into his eyes with concern. She brushed the red hair from his face and he smiled to relieve her worries.

"Are you ok? You seemed like you were miles away?" Sorcha asked as she leaned in to kiss him.

"Just considering things to come," Koger answered coyly as he returned the kiss.

Koger then wrapped his arms tightly around Sorcha and rolled on top of her, gazing hungrily at her eyes. There was still time before the battle to come. No matter what happened hours from now, this moment he was perfectly at peace. One last time before the dominion of Earth is decided, Koger embraced his love fully. Again their bodies exploded into each other and at least for a while all worries over the rest of the universe faded from both their minds.




ooc: one post down, one to go. gosh darn blackmail..............

[Drusilla]

I've done some concept art for this... hopefully I can get a little of it up by the end of the week.

Hrm... back to first-person here...


[color=teal]-Sorcha-

It is time

My eyes flew open at the sound of many voices speaking to me, and it was a moment before I realized that it had been in my mind. Time? Time for what?

Destiny beckons, Bright One

I stirred, and Koger looked at me with concern that must have mirrored my own.

"What-"

"I don't know what it is, not yet, at least. I- I have no control over this..." I trailed off and shook my head. “No, I don’t think that anyone has. It is time…”

I rose and dressed in another white gown, this one backless for my wings and more complex than the last, and strode from the room, Koger beside me. As I appeared at the top of the grand stair, a hush fell over the people assembled there, and many faces looked up towards me, hope and fear clashing in their eyes.

“Illuminia, Jalken, Malik, please,” I said as descended the stairway to the entryway floor. They approached, obviously exhausted from their nocturnal mission and aiding of the gathered refugees. “Everyone, I need you to form a circle and link hands, and I mean everyone!” I called to the crowd.

Slowly, gradually, a large circle began to form in the huge hall, myself and the four others standing in the middle. I softly spoke incantations as I motioned to where I wanted them to stand. As each took his or her place, a line of light appeared, connecting one person to another, forming a large star.

“Sorcha-” Malik began, but I motioned for him to be silent.

“We come together: friends, families, neighbors, strangers, mortals and immortals. No matter what our differences are, we all call this plane, this planet, this existence home. Whether it is the first or last home we have, it is our home now, at this moment in time, and we are the only ones who can save it.” My voice echoed, magnified by some unknown means to be heard by all. “No matter how small, how young, how seemingly insignificant, we all have power within us, from the smallest human child to the oldest of the immortals. Our very souls are our power, and that is what makes us so very different from those who seek to overpower and destroy us. Their power comes from outside, and that is their weakness; without the fear, hatred, and other negative emotions, they are nothing. Here, you are safe, you are among kin. Feel your connection…” Peace flowed through every being in the hall, and I could feel the magick start to take form.

Song poured forth from my lips unbidden, songs of long-forgotten days at the beginning of creation. The sound and the story was part of every one of God’s creations, and perhaps others, I didn’t know. The effect of it, however, was evident: the power of the gathered people rose forth, collecting and merging, building into something never before seen. The pure essence of every being poured forth…

I stopped singing, but my voice continued to linger and reverberate. “Helveanirica!” I cried out. “I summon thee!”

The song that I now sang was like nothing ever heard before.

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]

Helveanirica

As swiftly as the Ancient came, he was gone. Helveanirica was left standing, starting at the spot where he was for quite some time. Garth was fuming behind her… plotting the demise of Koger, most likely. After what seemed like hours of thought to Vean… Garth finally approached her.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s merely trying to get on their side. He is in allegiance with Sorcha it seems…” Garth trailed off, seeing how obviously Helveanirica was not turning around to face him, but rather kept her back. Begrudgingly he walked around to face her, to force her to acknowledge and look at him. His eyes widened as he saw her face…

Helveanirica was being fought over by her own body. Inside the evil, which had surfaced, wanted to keep control- gain more, if possible. Yet she wasn’t sure of herself… the words which Marduk spoke had hit a tone with her. Her neutrality wanted the body back. Her eyes were glazed over slightly, swirling with different colors of blue as she bit her lip in inner agony. Garth stared for a moment… as her hair seemed to swirl about with an unseen wind. Voices were bubbling up again… with this battle of control, her defenses were down and she could hear the voices. They were louder this time… both dark and light whispering, whispering calls and songs and words of battle. A battle was rising… growing in power and in hatred, and Vean could hear all of it. Not only that… but she could hear the voices of her own body, calling for her to stay or to turn. All of this together, swirled in a combined force was getting to her… getting at her. She didn’t know what to feel, what to do… what was there to do?
Do you enjoy being a puppet?
The word of Marduk echoed in her head… many of his words, seemed true. She had always been used by either side. She had done their bidding… done their commands, but it was not done by her own inner will. If she had one, that is. It was done because she had to… Bel-Marduk did not know that part about her. That was where he was wrong- she could not stand upon her own two feet, because she was not given her own to feet to stand upon to begin with. And of course, deep inside her pure logic stated that while perhaps he offered her to not be a puppet of good and evil, he offered instead her to be a puppet of his. To help him create a new domain… and reguardless if he were neutral in this war, she would still be a puppet.

“VEAN!” Garth finally screamed, obviously he had been yelling at her for quite some time and she suddenly came to. Her eyes reopened… and Garth’s eyes looked angry, lusty, and bewildered all at the same time.
Helveanirica had changed. She was back into her neutral form… a strange, glittery glow of silver hovered about her body as it seemed to give off radiance. It was her purest state, in her world.
Her long, silky ribbons of sun-kissed hair drapped about her body, covering her upper half occasionally while the rest remained nude. Her eyes were a purer blue… looking deep and wise, as if they held a world all their own. Three wings were upon her back, a dusty white that seemed massive when outstretched, but they were folded.
“… Helve?” Garth said, and to that she gave a nod.
“ Garth… may I ask you some thing?” She stated, her voice sounding smoother and a bit more gentle than her previous state.
“ What?” He stated with agitation.
“ Do you have a soul?”
At that, Garth laughed suddenly, shaking his head madly. “Of course not, the soul which used to inhabit this body as died. I am the demon inside now.”
Helve gave a nod but questioned further, “ But… Demons… they have an essence, right? Some thing that makes them… them… some thing that lets them have their own wishes, dreams, desires… and free will? If not physically, then mentally… right?”
Garth nodded a bit… as if unsure what path she was taking with this.
“ Then, it’s like they have a soul. An anti-soul perhaps…” She stated gently, glancing around her. She then withdrew a sigh, looking at Garth once more.
“ Did you know that I have no soul? No essence? I do not dream- I get others visions. I do no desire – my desires become those whom I aligned with. I do not have free will… because I have been created by forces, which I am forever bound to. I have no soul to break these bonds. I do have one wish… but it is one wish alone and mind to never speak of. But did you know that?”
Garth shook his head, “I can get you a soul!” He suddenly proclaimed as if that were the logic to everything. However, Helve shook her head… a small smile upon her face- one that a person might have to a child.
“ You could get me a soul- yes, but it would be some one else’s soul. I do not want that- I want my own. However… it is impossible for a being to receive their own soul, if they were never born with one to begin with and they were not created by God. If I were a creation of God then yes- I could get a soul. But I cannot… because I am unlike any other. I am the AfterBirth of Creation itself. Isn’t that a gruesome title?”
Helve withdrew a sigh at Garth.
HELVEANIRICA!

Suddenly she felt herself being pulled… tugged by a massive calling force. It felt much like some one had reached inside of herself, and pulled upon her literal organ called the ‘heart’. This was a powerful summoning… and instantly Helve knew who it belonged to, and what she had done to do such a thing. Helve gave a sigh- another one, and looked back to the demon.
“ I would have liked to met the human you took… I think I would have liked him.” Helveanirica stated, giving a low nod as her wings suddenly outstretched. With a swift and blinding movement, light filled the air in a flash as her wings wrapped about her front. Her hair rippled wildly about… until finally she simply disappeared from Hell. She no longer belonged there.


As soon as she had disappeared, she had instantly reappeared in a blinding flash in the middle of the circle. People covered their eyes and gasped as soon as the light had settled. Helve was before Sorcha, hovering in the air slightly although her wings were not beating at the air. They slowly folded back, revealing Helve’s striking ice-bitten blue eyes as she looked at the host of Micheal. Her blonde hair whirled about gently…
“ You’ve spoken my name so I have come. Tell me your intentions.”

[Drusilla]

*kicks computer* LOST THE FUCKING POST!!! >:0

WARNING: DIRTY POST

[color=teal]-Sorcha-

Helveanirica stood before me in her "true" form.

I sang; I knew not what exactly it was that I sang, but it was what I was destined to. Helve's mind withdrew and her eyes grew blank as my voice spoke to her. She was changing, but I wouldn't find out how for quite a while.

The doors of the mansion flew open; a static field barred the entry of the dark host of Satan's thralls, but merely slowed down his general.

"Sorcha, you have interfered with me for the last time!" Garth howled as he burst through the barrier. "I will personally make sure you are dead or so broken that you will wish you were!"

My mind and body reeled from the shock of being torn from the magickal trance, as were my companions, and stood no chance of defending myself from the demon as he dropped from the air, grabbed me around my waist, and whisked me through the doorway into a dimensional portal. The strain was too much for me, and I blacked out.

When I awoke, I found myself in utter darkness. I was bound, my arms and legs spread and chained, my neck secured to the floor beneath me. I tried to feint unconsciousness, but it wasn't enough.

"You really don't know how pathetic you are, do you?" Garth's voice sneered in the darkness. "You're just proof of how weak God really is, if his general can't even fight back. It was only too easy to get you, you know..."

I couldn't see where he was, but I could hear him coming towards me; the footsteps stopped just to my left. He must have knelt down beside me, because I could feel his breath on my face.

“I have you right where I want you, Sorcha, right where I’ve always wanted you,” he whispered in my ear and chuckled softly. I felt the cold steel of a blade on my throat and shivered as it slowly traced down my chest and gradually began to slice through the fabric of my gown. I tried to stay calm…

“I can smell your fear,” Garth said as he cut through the hem. His hands ran up the outside of my legs; I attempted to twist away in vain. My struggles only encouraged him more, and his hand swung out of the darkness and hit me across the face. Blood poured from the gash inflicted along my eyebrow and narrowly missed having it flow into my eye.

“Leave me be!” I gasped, body racked with pain and fear.

Garth laughed. “Oh, don’t you like this? You certainly seemed to enjoy giving yourself up the other evening. Come on, whore, and give me a good ride!”

He kissed me, hard, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tried to protest, and began to scream as his hands roamed over my body. His very touch made me sick, and my whole being cried out as he mounted and violated me.

---

It seemed like days later he finally rolled off of my bruised and broken body. I sobbed from the pain, from the torment that I had been through. He ran his hands over me again, taking time to put pressure on each and every bruise, to reopen every wound.

"Did you like that, whore? I'm sure that you did. Better get used to it, because you're never going to leave now that I've got you. You're my own little slut... what's the difference from your purpose on the surface world?" He laughed. "Rest while you can, because, once I've taken care of your pitiful little friends, I'll be back, and I'll be ready to celebrate."

He was gone... I couldn't feel his disgusting presence anymore. The battle was starting, and I was stuck in Hell. Without me, earth would fall and Heaven would be defeated...

A blinding white light surrounded me; I was no longer restrained, no longer in Hell. A male spirit stood before me.

"Sorcha, this is our time. We must fight or we will fall; and I refuse to fall before Lucifer. It is time for you to embrace your power potential," he said as he disappeared.

Then, I was in the air above my army. Both sides halted at my sudden appearance and my broken state.

The time had come.

[Samchu]

Garth
~~~~

My deed done, I had reported back to my master. The time for petty insults and minor clashes were over and now it was time for the tides of war to sweep forth. I had taken Sorcha out of the equation and now, at last, Heaven and Earth would fall under our control.

I bowed before him and waited. Upon leaving her, my process of evolution had completed itself. I now brandished a tail as black as coals and scales that overran my entire body, stronger than most armour.

“I have already sent our armies towards the frontline. As we speak, the final ranks are taking their leave of this place and marching upon the house of Eden. You know what you must do.”

“Yes Master.”

I heard the sound of metal upon stone as he paced. “There is still the matter of Helveanirica…”

“Indeed, but we can still succeed without her. She may only have been neutralised and thus she will pose no threat to us.”

“Such confidence.”

“Why not? I have taken Sorcha out of the equation and as such, Koger’s rage will be far too blinding for him to pose even the smallest of threats. We cannot possibly lose,” my own arrogance amused me.

“So sure are you?”

I nodded.

“Then go; send our armies into battle. But heed my warning, should my armies fall, YOU will be the one punished for it.”

I bit my tongue and nodded nervously. It hardly seemed fair in my eyes but the chances of such a fate occurring were greatly slim and I could not see such an event occurring.

With a bow, I brought my sword to hand and sliced and open vortex behind me. All preparations had been made and the time for war was nigh. I couldn’t wait for it. Too long had passed since I had quenched my thirst for blood but that was about to change.

Disappearing into the void, I remerged above my army. In the distance, I could see ranks and battalions still filing their way into place. Catapults were being erected and those strongest with the darkest form of magic were preparing to do battle behind a wall of barricades. Opposite, I could see our enemy preparing for war and a few, recognisable figures were present at the front. I called a messenger over to send a message to Koger over the fate of his beloved. His response was most amusing.

Tension was mounting on both sides. War was afoot though no side seemed ready to attack. This was the waiting game. The calm before the storm which measured a man’s strength more than his battles.

That’s when it happened.

From nowhere, Sorcha appeared, her bruised and broken figure clearly defined against the breaking dawn. Everyone was still, until eventually Koger rose up to take her side. I sighed, wondering why on Earth nobody stayed in Hell anymore. My fingers twitched impatiently. I had no time nor care for such sappiness. I raised my blade into the air and ordered my soldiers to attack.

They charged upon the surprised ranks and began to mutilate the front line of defence. Satisfied, I made my way across the field to where Sorcha and Koger hovered and greeted them with a twisted sneer. I had gotten to them, to both of them, it was prize enough.

“I thought I told you not to move,” I said to Sorcha. I dropped back slightly as the rage within Koger intensified. I adjusted the grip on my blade slightly. “Now then, who wants to go first?”

[Mystic_clown]

Malik
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Malik drew his blade as he watched Hell's armies smash their way through the first line. He looked at Illuminia and Jalken, who were standing by his sides, their weapons also drawn.
"Now or never, right guys?"
"We're going to die aren't we?" Jalken asked. Whether he was joking or not, Malik couldn't tell, but he chuckled anyway.
"If that's the case, I'll see you all in Hell." Malik's gold eyes glared out at the oncoming horde with an unholy hatred. He let out a cry as he charged towards them, soon followed by Illuminia, Jalken and eventually the rest of their army.

The two armies clashed, the blood of both humans and demons alike began to rain down onto the ground. The three generals (Malik, Illuminia and Jalken) faught back to back, hacking away at any the enemy in front of them, while covering eachother.
"Man," Jalken spoke in between attacks, "This is just nuts!"
"It could be worse," Malik replied, "We could be sitting at home watching one of those prime-time shows!" Though Malik was too busy fighting, but he could imagine the amused smirk on Jalken's face.

Sorry if it's short Dru, but I'm really trying here.

[Drusilla]

It's all good, dude.


Just posting a request that no one goes further in the plot until I get to post again. When that will be will depend on when Kalah and Jeff get their acts together so that they can post and when I can get into the library or somewhere else that isn't here at school so that I don't have the firewall blocking me from my livejournal, where I stored info/notes for the next couple posts. Until then, please have only posts up to this point; ie what's been happening in the city, what happened after Sorcha's abduction, and so on.

[Drusilla]

jordisonchick13 (11:15:02 AM): You know what? I'm getting fed up with waiting for our beloved mods...
jordisonchick13 (11:15:13 AM): I'm gonna go ahead and post; they can catch up later.
Sam3nov (11:15:27 AM): post?
jordisonchick13 (11:15:41 AM): Blood and Magick
Sam3nov (11:15:55 AM): YES!!!!!!!!


‘nuff said.

Sorcha

I gazed at the being who was once Garth with cold, dead eyes. If he expected anger, hatred, or rage, then he was going to be extremely disappointed.

“Slave of Satan, stand down now…” I intoned. A mighty storm was rapidly building, both around us and inside of me.

“I’ve got Satan's army under my control, and I’m suppsoed to be afraid of a little storm?” The demon sneered at me, but I called his bluff.

“Satan’s army isn’t under anyone’s control, fool!” I snapped.

He gestured to the legions of the undead, possessed, and damned at his back. “Who’s the fool?” He laughed.

“I lead the whole host of Heaven; your point?”

“I’m not afriad of some tiny storm.”

“You won’t be seeing a tiny storm,” I said quietly.

“Oh, sure, some weakling witch like you is going to make a bigger one?” He roared with laughter. Koger moved to attack, but I held him still with my mind. This was not his fight; this was mine, and mine alone.

“I flooded the entire world for forty days and forty nights…”

“And? I can fly.”

“I control the weather of the whole earth…”

“Your point?”

“I guard Eden and the Eternal Mysteries… I am ‘Who Is Like God’… I was part of the Creation… and I will be all of YOUR END!” The demon shrank back from the blinding light that flooded from my body, as did every other being around us. Fire spread through my veins as my wounds healed almost instantaniously; the remains of my gown burned away in the intense heat. Pure engergy flowed through my body and soul, healing, strengthening, changing. Armor formed on my body, armor made of the elements of air, fire, water, and earth, armor formed with spiritual energy. Colors swirled and shifted across the light-reflecting surface… or maybe it was radiating a light of its own. A sword materialized in my right hand, a longbow in my left, and a quiver with a single arrow on my back. Fear hid behind the demon’s eyes.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked upon the evil before me. “You know this arrow, fiend. You know it’s purpose, and you know it’s end.”
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Maybe that's enough... I don't know, I may add more, but that's all I can hash out for now...

[Samchu]

Garth
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My face expressionless, I stared down my opponent. Who was she to challenge one with power such as mine? One who commanded the formidable forces of Hell? I stared her down, refusing to show any emotion at this sudden turn of events. She was cocky to think that just having something in her possession was enough to defeat me. Me of all beings.

“Aye, I know full well what you intend to do Sorcha,” I growled. My grip tightened upon the hilt of blade. “That is why I cannot allow you to make that move!”

I flew at her and our blades clashed with such force that we were both knocked back slightly by the energy it created. Thunder struck the ground between us the rain lashed at our armour. I could not allow her to draw that arrow. I would not allow it! I hurtled a ball of dark energy at her. She prepared her sword to block but it exploded before it reached her. I burst from the smoke and caught her off guard, causing a hairline dent in her armour. It wasn’t much but I was more confident having landed the first blow.

Our blades crashed together again, creating bone shattering spheres of energy that shattered the very heaven above us. We circled one another, thrusting, blocking, slashing, stabbing and hacking with our blades. Below us, the two armies merged into one with no clear winner in sight. I charged at Sorcha again and our blades met. The struggle was visible upon us both now; I don’t deny that as an opponent was not to be underestimated. But then, neither was I.

When there was space between us once again, I launched my psychological battle. Her weakness was in her mind, it always had been and I was determined to exploit it. When battle drew us close again I locked her sword with my own and brought her face-to-face with me.

“You could have avoided all of this Sorcha, all you had to do with give Garth the help he wanted and it would be him here instead of me.”

“Garth will return,” she replied defiantly, pushing our blades closer. “The same can’t be said for you however.”

She tucked her legs beneath her, pushing against my gut with her feet and finally parting our blades. I laughed, amused by her reaction. I had made a dent at least, it was a start. Now all I had to do was exploit it. Doubt was a powerful ally.

“I have to tell you!” I called to her. “When it comes to sex you’re not high on the excitement scale. In fact,” I added with a dark sneer. “You were a bit of a stiff.”

Our blades met again. Her strength was growing, her emotions feeding her intensity. But that wasn’t all that emotions could do; they could blind, they could weaken.

“I can see now why Koger holds you in such high favour. You’re very easy Sorcha, even if you aren’t very good at it. I wonder, just how long will it be before he loses his affections for you? Before he finds someone else who can better please him.”

She swung at my head and I parried the blow with ease. I lifted my hand and launched a blast of dark energy against her chest, cracking the armour.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is what God’s general has to offer?” I sneered. “A being that cannot help those who need it, who cannot hold her own in a fight and who cannot even satisfy a man’s basic needs.” I chuckled. “That is something that I will have to remedy.”
I swung my blade and she somehow managed to block it. I hid my surprise quickly and attacked again but somehow all of my attacks were resisted. Frustrated, I gripped the hilt of my blade with an unearthly force and growled. “You’re stronger than I thought.”

Sorcha smirked. “You would do wise not to underestimate me.”

I nodded. “I assure you that mistake won’t be made again. You and I are fighting a different battle Sorcha. You wish to kill me and I simply wish to destroy your soul and make use of what’s left.” I wiped some blood from my mouth and smirked. “And I can assure you that I shall be the one victorious.”

[Heald]

Legion
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I was overseeing the acolyte gathering - it seemed that Rogue elements such as these Heavenly guardians were marring the plan. As I walked down the street, a deafening bellow knocked me backwards.

[color=red]LEGION!

"Yes, Master?" I replied.

[color=red]Garth has taken too long. I expect nothing less than perfection from my slaves. Go and finish the job.

A smiled graced my face. At last I'd be able to utilise my power. I sensed for Garth and his quarries. I was able to feel what general direction they were in and commanded twenty of the nearest acolytes to follow me. Our heightened abilities allowed us to run quickly towards the fight scene.

I soon looked upon the battlefield, not one of armies clashing but of Garth and Sorcha, clashing blades and exchanging words. Koger was also there, but he was frozen by Garth's powers. Garth was speaking, something about them fighting different battles, but Satan had ordered me to take matters into my own hands. As Garth ran towards Sorcha with his blade raised, I jumped in front of him with my own sword raised and parried his attack. All three of them were surprised to see me. Garth withdrew his blade then pointed at me with it.

"LEGION! Get out of the way now! This is my battle!"
My sword was still raised.
"You have been long enough; Satan has given me authority to end this once and for all!"
"We are not going to destroy her you slave, I need her body intact!"
A fury swelled within me.
"DO NOT CALL ME SLAVE!"
He smiled.
"Have a touched a soft note? What does it feel, being at Lucifer's beck & call? I am free as a bird, yet you, a powerful demon, are but a sniffling dog at his heels."
My fury incensed and I roared a beastly roar. I attempted to calm myself.
"Alright you maggot, what the hell do we need her body for?"
"I need an empty vessel for my plan."
"Well, let me handle that then."
I turned to Sorcha and raised my hand. I attempted to turn her, but then a heavenly light filled my eyes and an ear-piercing scream knocked me back. I relinquished my grip and stumbled backwards.
"Her mind is too strong - you'll have to break her spirit before she will succumb."
Garth nodded as he walked towards her, raising his sword again.
"Oh I'll break her spirit, all right."
I turned my attention to Koger. He was also a threat, but it wouldn't be as much fun to destroy him in his frozen state. I ran towards him and smashed into his jaw with the hilt of my blade. The spell lifted, he flew sideways onto the ground and rubbed his jaw.
"Wow, the real power of one of Satan's generals; a cheapshot."
I smiled and pointed my sword at him.
"Get up, worm, I've been spoiling for a good fight and you're just the kind of punk I've been itching to mutilate."

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I hope that is okay.

[Drusilla]

Just a note: In this form, Sorcha isn't really Sorcha as far as personality goes. This should give you some idea of what she's looking like right now, as well... I hadn't realized that Angewomon was what I was drawing inspiration from until recently, lol.

~*~Sorcha~*~
Torn from the heavens, they fall from the sky
And walk the streets among mortal men
They hide in shadows, keepers of the night
Mortal life is weak, can't hold back the demons
The blood pours as rain
And soon you'll be alone

No care for the other. He was a demon, true, but his own ego prevented him from being of any consequence.

"I assure you that you will never know the truthlessness of your words, for your death will be swift, wretch," I said quietly to the Garth-demon. He laughed.

It would be the last time for him to do so.

I rushed; he dodged. He lunged; I parried. Blow after blow was exchanged and fended off in turn.

Descending Angel
Stand by my side
We'll face the night
Descending Angel
Guard the gates of Hell just one more night
For in the morning... will bring the light

This was what I had be born and created for. This was my destiny; to defend a world that didn't know or understand me. A world that had never accepted me. A world of corruption and hatered. I fought for them, I stood between them and the evil that wished to devour them...

Born and created in the image of a God
The heavens fall
No savior has been sent
No one to guide us, alone we face the night
Mortal life is brief for the rebel angels
They make their final stand
And soon you'll be alone

And what if I did fail? What then? The champion of God falls... is the battle over? And what of the war? No matter how many times Hell is beaten back, they rise again. If Heaven fell, would we return as well? What if my death was the only way to stop the seemingly endless cycle?

Descending Angel
Stand by my side
We'll face the night
Descending Angel
Guard the gates of Hell just one more night...

No, I wouldn't let it end that way. I had a purpose, and I would fulfill it.

Forever... ends... tonight!

Just as the sun's first rays broke over the horizon, it happened. The slip, the chance that the world awaited.

My sword met flesh and ran deep. Thunder roared overhead and the battle below suddenly halted to stare in wonder, in horror, in hope at the general of Satan's army. The general who was skewered on my sword. He stared in disbelief. It was as if he didn’t feel the blade itself, only saw it protruding from his body.

Then the sunlight touched the hilt. A terrible scream rent the air as holy fire began to burn through the demon and purify the sacred sword.

This battle was over. The demonic army began to vanish, retreating back to Hell in the wake of the sun and their leader’s death. I saw none of it, though. I looked to my friends and at Marduk, my love, who looked slightly ragged but no worse for wear on the whole. Then, slowly, I felt all of the enchantments that had surrounded me melt away… and I felt Michael withdraw.

The rest was lost to me.
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~*~Epilogue~*~

[color=#a060c0]“OK Sorcha, it’s OK… almost there…”

The sweat that drenched my brow ran into my eyes and stung. My labored breathing, the focus of my attention, was becoming tedious... all of this was.

“Just pull the damned thing out!” I growled at the unoffending Illuminia before screaming again.

“Sorcha, please, relax!” she cried in exasperation. The poor woman was up to her elbows in blood and trying in vain to keep me under control.
“How the in the nine Hells can I relax when-“ Another scream pierced the air. “If this child is half of the handful that its father is, it’ll be the end of me!”

That’s hardly fair, love… Marduk’s thought-voice broke into my consciousness.

It’s hardly fair that I have to go through this and you decide to be squeamish just so you don’t have to be here! I shot back, then screamed again, half from pain and half for effect.

Then I felt it, that slip… like all the pieces just fell into place and stopped fighting each other. The pain was excruciating, and tears streamed down my cheeks as I bit down to keep from awakening all of Creation.

It seemed like forever, but only an hour later I held my firstborn, my son, in my arms. Marduk stood behind me, letting me lean against him as I sat upright for the first time in days, and looked down at his son.

Those eyes…

“What do we call him?” the proud father asked.

“Mateo."