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x_Metatron_x Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:31 am
My actions were... well.... far from intelligent. I believed to defeat the forces of my equally powerful brother AND his weakling followers. How could i be so stupid. Cunning is what will win this battle. and maybe a bit of brute force. But low and behold here i reside in this "jar". shows what good my might has done me. Here in this "jar" i am forced into my thoughts. I wonder if i can summon up some conversation. Lucifer! I call to you!
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 12:09 pm
Asmodeus walks up to the jar and kneels down, "Hello, Metatron."
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x_Metatron_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 6:11 am
The jar lights up bright red and catches a flame. "Who are you to address the mighty Metatron?"
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:26 pm
Asmodeus leaned on the jar, "Metatron, you are in a jar. I hope you know that."
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 9:56 pm
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 2:40 pm
Asmodeus picked up the jar and walks off, twiddling the pendant between his fingers. He smirks, his plan ready to unfold itself. All he needed was to have some talks, and a few small other things, then he could enjoy some vanilla cake and slay thousands.
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x_Metatron_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 6:15 pm
The jar heats up to an unimaginable temperature, forcing asmodeous to drop it. "I may be in a jar, but that does not mean i am not mighty. Know this minion."
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 6:30 pm
Asmodeus catches the jar by its handle with his sword, holding onto the fire proof and heat resistant hilt. [[ Purpose of this? He fights angels who can use fire. AKA - Metatron. ]] He carries the jar, still, and sighs, "Ya know, you are full of yourself, and you think no matter what, you will always be powerful. If I rammed my sword through this jar without properly releasing you, you would die. Do you know that?"
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Seraphiel The Forgiving Captain
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 1:46 pm
{{A little intelligence for Asmodeus. First of all, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot tolerate LORD Metatron's heat. He is not just fire, he reperesents a star that is so hot that it would dwarf a Blue star. Lord Metatron is the control of pure flames. He is the flame's purest form. A status only reachable if one is created to have it. He is the only one with this power, making him unique. Secondly, Lady Passions, or the angel of passions, is another leader. I dont really know what her powers are but she can dwarf any lower angels with ease. Unburning angel and I are the same way. I like your rp style, but please recognize the laws of the guild. We made this guild to be true to angelic lore. That is how it shall stay. ^_^}}
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 2:02 pm
Soft footsteps could be heard in the dark cavern. Faint, almost evanescent. They slowly grew in sound behind Asmodeus, along with a soft whirring, like the air being sliced by a sword that was being spun in a circle. A soft voice spoke out in the darkness, but even as soft as it was, it couldn't be mistaken. It was Lord Seraphiel, Hmmm, quite a fixation we have found ourselves in this time Lord Metatron. The whirring continued. Seraphiel was visible now, his white skin seemed to glow with an ethreal light, in his hand was his blade, spining at the hilt from his finger tips. He smiled charmingly. Now, now Asmodeus, let us not make any blind accusations here. We are all friends are we not? He spoke with a hint of sarcasm. Though whether or not is was an act or real, nobody could tell. His eyes glowed white in the cornea and black in the pupil and iris. As he continued to step towards Asmodeus, the hair on asmodeus's neck started to stand up on end. I think I will be taking that off of your hands, Lord Seraphiel stated as he quickly sliced the jar, faster than anyone could see, except for Lord Metatron of course.The bottom half of the jar fell to the ground and turned into a black liquid, white and red mist rose from it. And in this very mist, Lord Metatron materialized. Still alive, still powerful. Welcome back Lord Metatron, I hope your stay wasn't too dreary, he said with a chuckle.
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Seraphiel The Forgiving Captain
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 2:05 pm
Asmodeus sighed and pinched the arch of his nose, then pulled out his sword and threw it, it impaling a demon into a wall, "********! Why in God's name did you do that Seraphiel!? Why?! Give me a ******** answer!" He ripped his blade out of the demon and the blood drained into his sword, and he pointed it at Seraphiel, "Why did you have to ruin a perfectly good plan just because he was begging for your help?!" He snarled, his anger detectable in the tone. Around him the ground cracked slightly, and he gave off an intense feeling of anger, it spreading to any demons around him, which were coming to aid him.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 2:33 pm
Looking at him calmly, unphazed by the violence around him, Lord Seraphiel stated, Don't patronize me Asmodeus. This "plan" of your's was simply that, YOUR plan. Not my plan. I do as I wish. You are not to order me around. Lord Seraphiel placed his finger on the tip of Asmodeus's blade. The metal seemed to ripple from the point of contact. He applied a small amount of pressure to it, causing Asmodeus to lower it. He had the same smile apon his face, charming and ethreal. Then he blinked, and the already glowing corneas started to burn pure white. Time seemed to slow once more. But Seraphiel and Metatron were unaffected. Always remember Asmodeus, you and me are not equal. We never have and never shall be. Lord Lucifer shall be the one I face in the End. Not you, not even Hexxtor. I save my blade only for the one I call my Brother. He started to chuckle as he turned to the oncoming demons. When he looked into their eyes, they disintegrated. Leaving nothing but dust, Never summon a lesser demon to fight a High Seraph, things never go as well. Ahahahah!
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Seraphiel The Forgiving Captain
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 2:36 pm
Asmodeus dropped his blade and sighed, calming himself and the aura disintegrative. He shook for a moment and slowly he turned back to his calm stature. He nodded, "Your right. I cannot fight his battles, and nor should I want to because I would end up dead. In the end, who knows... Maybe you will kill each other and order will be restored. Maybe then I can go back to living without all this pain and suffering, and just enjoy it to the fullest." He smiled and held out his hand to Seraphiel, "Apologies, Seraphiel."
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 2:40 pm
Looking at him with pride, Seraphiel simply states, Apology accepted Asmodeus. But I feal as if I should probably be leaving. He smiles once again and then fades into nothing...
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Seraphiel The Forgiving Captain
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 2:45 pm
Asmodeus looks at Metatron, "Don't you have demons to be slaying?" He walked past Metatron, and finally spat out his last cigarette in front of Metatron, twirling his blade around in his hand.
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