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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 6:23 am
THIS THREAD IS OPEN!
KINDLY...
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 2:40 pm
HEY, GUYS!
WE'RE OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE FUN AND FOLLOW THE RULES AND ToS!
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OUR WONDERFUL TEAM OF MODERATORS! <3
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 2:46 pm
Bow down before the one you serve...
There was little of any interest out in the deserts of the abandoned Earth. Even before the End, these were some of the most tremendously desolate and lifeless environments one could ever imagine. The bright blue sky loomed overhead with only a few clouds here and there to dot it's cerulean serenity. The sands whipped up into the hallow wind and were carried off into the distance, only to land on a monotonously similar dune. There was absolutely no life anywhere.
And yet, the skies began to darken as they had during the planet's final hours.
It was subtle at first. So slow that it was almost unnoticeable. But it became more apparent as time progressed. After only a minute, the skies had turned from a peaceful blue to an ominous grey. The clouds had expanded, fused and now spread out as far as the eye could see. With this change in the sky spawned a change in the Earth itself. The sands began to split and sidle around one another as a small crack appeared in it. The sand poured down into the crack and an orange glow became prevalent. The sandy fissure spread outward in five perfectly evenly spaced directions, revealing the shape of a reflected star which appeared to suck in the sands around it as it jutted outwards to engorge itself. Suddenly, the glow intensified as white hot molten rock began to pour itself out of the opening. It spread out in all directions, completely altering the landscape over the course of about five minutes, leaving only a molten wasteland for which a demon was suited. How convenient that the Gates of Hell had opened for just such a creature.
As the lava seeped off of her voloptuous body, a pink haired demoness launched out of the crag, laughing hysterically. Her incredibly revealing clothing would have left her completely nude if not for the demonic markings that lined her more sensuous areas. With her bladed wings outstretched she soared around, witnessing the malevolent chaos that she had reaped upon the desert. However, despite her thorough interest in chaos and destruction, she found it difficult to look down to see it. Especially since the demoness' eyes were fixated on the daunting skies, almost as though she were waiting for them to split.
Suddenly, not far from her flight path, a decrepit ruin that had once been a temple caught her eye.
"That's where all this began..." The demoness whispered to herself, "I... I can almost remember it... perfectly."
The memories of her long lost love flooded her mind. Sensations of joy, sorrow, and anger filled her heart simultaneously. She took a moment to loathe herself for feeling any emotion but anger or rage. She set her determined eyes on the temple once more and flapped her mighty wings to send herself hurdling towards it.
"There's nothing there... nothing that should cause me to feel like this..." She said inwardly, betraying a hint of doubt as she landed gracefully outside the temple's opening. She stole her way inside, looking into the main chamber with disdain. Against all her reassurances, the one for whom she had longed stood inside. There was no mistaking her, from her long, pale blonde hair to her petite yet strong figure. Her armor was quite modest in comparison to the demoness', though it's construction had been perfect. Desire wrapped and clouded the demoness' thoughts as she ducked under the other girl's beige angelic wings. Her mind was in a fog, everything felt surreal for the time being. She reached out her hand, longing to return to their former selves. Their mortal, living selves. And in that moment of weakness, she grasped the angel's hand.
"It's been quite some time," The angelic girl spoke barely above a whisper as she stared emotionally out of the paneless window in front of her, sighing before she finished, "Ophelia."
As she stole a glance over at the demonic girl, she gently tugged her hand away from Ophelia's and paced over to a nearby boulder. She lowered herself down on it and shifted for comfort. She let her left leg hang down to the floor and pulled the right one up to her chest, wrapping her arms around it and resting her chin upon the knee. She tilted her head a bit as she took in Ophelia, her eyes wide and yet somehow hazy. Her perfect lips were separated slightly in an expression of awe. She looked away quickly as she broke the nearly tangible silence that had permeated the air.
"So what brings you here..." the girl asked knowingly, "I could have sworn you wished to kill me..." She chuckled lightly as she finished.
"A-Adrian... I... I don't-" Ophelia started but was quickly cut short by the angel.
"You don't what? You don't want me to die?!" Adrian burst out, choking back tears, but failing as a one streamed down each cheek. "Good... Because I refuse to attack you... Unless you provoke me!" She sobbed lightly, gently putting her right hand on the hilt of her sword on her left hip. She pulled out only an inch or so of the beautifully crafted adamantium rapier, Redemption, but it was more than enough to prove her point. Adrian gazed into Ophelia's eyes, and it appeared that her demonic nature was bringing her back to her senses. That soulless stare of intense wickedness had once more tinged her eyes.
Ophelia paced back and forth slowly as she spoke through her smirking lips. "No, make no mistake. I want you dead. I wish for nothing more in this world than to be free from you, the source of my hate, anguish and sorrow. The only way for me to truly break my shackles is to rid myself of you and to rid the world of your kind." Ophelia hissed, then drew herself in close to Adrian, "And if you will not fight, I will enjoy your surrender. I'll make sure your death is slow, and agonizing."
The words stung like venom, not only for Adrian but for Ophelia as well. Though her manner would never reveal it. Adrian leapt from the boulder, under the demoness' wing and put several paces of distance between them. Her eyes became like slits and her tears were no more. She brandished her blade fluidly and braced it just in front of her, pointing it's tip directly towards Ophelia's throat.
"I'll have no more of this. Your dark blood and all those who share it with you will die by my blade." The angelic girl said proudly as she flashed her blade down and assumed her battle stance with her sword raised at chest level and out a bit. "Let us see who is truly more worthy for this world."
Ophelia smiled widely as she slowly turned and held her hand out. A cloud of red and purple mist flowed down from her shoulder, spreading out as it reached her hand and extending into the form of a pole like object. As the mist cleared, it revealed a heavy lance, about the size of the demoness wielding it. She grasped it firmly, then held it up near her face.
"Let's!" She chided as she flourished the lance down and raised it up to head level, grasping firmly with both hands as she charged forward. Adrian followed her charge and quickly bolted foreward, flapping her wings quickly to give her a speed advantage. She ducked down under Ophelia's wide horizontal slash and rose sharply, guiding herself by her blade. The magnificent sword nearly struck into the exposed chest of the demoness, but instead Ophelia had wrapped in her wings to avert the blade. Redemption sheared through her wings and Ophelia howled in excrutiating pain, kicking back Adrian with her powerful right leg. Adrian caught herself in midair and whirled around, flapping her wings to catch her balance as she landed harder than expected.
Ophelia looked at her extended, ripped third extension in both her wings. Her first thought was that of relief that she had averted a likely fatal blow to her chest when she felt a stinging sensation where the blade would have struck, she looked down and saw that her chest had indeed been sliced open but only a minor wound had been made. A long, yet shallow gash that extended from the lower part of her left collar bone and across the top part of her right breast. With her left hand she dabbed her finger at the wound, wincing in pain as she rubbed the blood between her fingers. She then grabbed onto her lance once more and snarled as she lunged forward. Because of her incredible reach with her lance, Adrian hadn't had time to react to Ophelia's attack and found her right side and arm caught in the blade's extension. Instinctively, she parried her sword around the lance's approach, averting her arm from danger but felt a cold stab land into her right side. It gouged deep into her skin before Ophelia retracted the lance for fear that Adrian would grab it and disarm her.
Adrian grasped at her wound groaning in pain as she looked over Ophelia. It was clear that they were in a nearly equivalent amount of agony. The angel did her best to stand up straight as she held up her sword, the demoness' blood stained it's tip. Ophelia glared loathingly at it, repulsed by the sight of her own blood. She in turn raised her lance to her face and wiped Adrian's blood off of the edge of it's blade.
"This isn't worth my time... Let us wage war to prove who is truly most worthy. I assure you, Hell will fall to the angels." Adrian said regally.
"Fine by me. I wouldn't have enjoyed killing you here anyway... and I do so want to revel in your demise." Ophelia said as flames began to engulf her pulling her back into Hell.
"Very well then... Heaven and Hell shall battle for supremacy over the Earth." Adrian proclaimed, as a blur of blinding white and blue light swept over her. When it vanished, so had she. Ophelia smiled once more as the last of her form disappeared into embers.
...You're going to get what you deserve.
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Written by Kestral Silverdust
Original RP by The Fullmetal Princess & Alandria_Til_Versa
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:55 pm
A flash of white-blue lit up the sitting room in Adrian's home. Once the light dimmed one could see the Seraphim laying on the floor gasping for air and gripping her side which was seeping blood onto the carpet.
Morgance was already in the sitting room with her cat, Drystan, when Adrian appeared. She quickly went to Adrian's side. "Adrian! What has happened?" Without even waiting for an answer, the small girl pried her superior's hands away from the wound and replaced them with her own. A pale blue glow emanated from beneath her palms, and the wound began to close up and heal, all the while, Adrian was gasping for breath and moaning in pain. "This is all I can do for now." The blue-haired girl weaved her arm underneath the general's and helped her to her feet and laid her on the couch.
"Thank you, Morgance." Adrian looked over at her ward. She looked at the place where the wound had been and chuckled, leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling. "You're getting better at that. I can hardly tell it was even there."
"This is no time for joking, Adrian!" Morgance shouted, a moment of lost composure. She spoke again, but this time, more calmly than before. "I was really worried... What happened?"
Adrian was shocked at the outburst, the girl rarely ever raised her voice. A closer look at the young woman revealed that her hands were fiddling with the end of her dress and her shoulders were moving slightly up and down. Adrian felt guilty for making her ward worry. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly as she nodded. She could feel the exhaustion creeping over her. "I saw... And old friend today."
"A friend did this to you, Adrian?" Morgance found it very hard to believe that anyone claiming to be the general's friend would ever do something like this, and furthermore, that person, friend or foe, was probably wounded as well. If Morgance knew anything about the woman she lived with it was that she never let someone get away with injuring her. "And did you return the favor to this friend?"
Adrian would have laughed louder than she did if she wasn't still in pain. Morgance could heal the outside of a wound and most of the inside, but the body had to do the rest. "Actually, she was returning the favor to me. I got the first hit."
The blue-haired girl frowned and crossed her arms, unamused. The blonde woman sighed, defeated and looked into her ward's eyes. "It was the other general who I saw today..." Morgance gasped, knowing all too well who Adrian spoke of. "Morgance... There's going to be a war."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:42 pm
The halls of the damned.
Inside the centre there is the demon generals quarter’s. Surrounded by millions of grieving spirits who fly chase their own tails in disappear. Men and women still alive but going through their post-mortal torturing before refined into a demonic being.
It is an ongoing process that was left here by the original fallen angel in creating a legion of doom. Its an effective process, but left dormant it becomes at war with itself.
A flame erupts in the middle of what is deemed “the circle”. Ophelia’s voluptuous shape appears however there is no laughter but a blank stare and a hand on her chest.
“ she has gotten better *smiles* ….uughhh….”
A silent thud comes as she falls to a knee.
“are you alright mistress?”
A calm and relaxing voice said.
http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/A/AN/ANG/angelic-earine/1164919692_DemonAnime.jpg
(profile of Opcapta will be made soon)
Opcapta was smiliar to Ophelia. A mortal turned demon by unorthodox means. With a similar motionless stare he knealt down close and went to place his hand on Ophelia.
Just as his hand met, her cold shoulder, Ophelia with lightning reflex grabbed him by the neck digging her nails in and lifted him up a little. His face didn’t react but the nails bleeding his neck slightly made him wince under his breath.
Ophelia’s eyes were glowing red but slowly faded down to black.
“ War has begun”
Ophelia let go of the smaller boy and walked off licking her fingers.
“Send the word. I must tend to this wound its taking to long to regenerate.”
"yes my lady" he replied
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:59 pm
 Kestal's brow was drenched in sweat as he traveled through the streams of Fate. The Kurai Temple's main chamber was once again being used for it's leader's meditation. The silver haired man was on his knees with his face towards the ceiling, arms outstretched and chest tensed. Fate had called to him early that morning, a strange feeling almost as strong as a presence had swept over him like a tidal wave. He awoke immediately, and acting on complete instinct, he had shut himself inside the Temple. Not a word spoken to anyone, not even the scholars nor the desciples of the Temple.
Any time that a particular event had disrupted or would disrupt the overall balance of the realms, Fate was disturbed, and all those who were sensitive to Fate would likely feel the same disturbance. Kestral happened to be one of those.
He had been in the chamber for over an hour, tapping into the streams of Fate. Everything was muddled, clouded by other disturbances because Kestral had gone in blind, not knowing what exactly the particular disturbance was. Finally, he found it. It was brief, pale and extremely hard to understand, but Kestral found the exact event he was looking for.
"A desert... and a pentagram... the demon emerges from." He said, his eyes moving rapidly behind his eyelids.
"The... the temple is where it began before... that is where it will begin once more..." As the man spoke, sweat poured down his face and stained into his ceremonial garments.
"The angel awaits, as does hatred... A facade of love, and a flash of swords... both return to their realms, neither unscathed." Kestral shouted, still unclear as to why Fate was so disturbed by the confrontation.
"Wait... the angel remains behind, I can see her lips move but I don't hear the words... No... wait, Heaven and Hell... battle... for Earth?!" Kestral's eyes shot open wide and his pupils retracted from within their silver encasings. His arms dropped and he fell backwards, he allowed everything he had envisioned settle.
When he finally emerged about five minutes later, his face was pallid. His mouth was gaping, letting loose raspy prolonged breaths. His eyes were out of focus, almost as though he were staring at his eyelashes. Ruzylle, the head scholar of the Temple caught sight of him and rushed from his conversation with several acolytes. He peered into Kestral's eyes and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. Kestral jumped and looked at him as though he had never seen him before.
"Sir Kestral, it is your loyal counsel, Ruzylle. Do you not recognize me?" Ruzylle asked, worry prevalent within his voice.
"I apologize. Fate... has just revealed itself to me." Kestral said shakily.
"What have you seen, what have the Streams of Fate shown you, Sir?" Ruzylle demanded.
"... War. Heaven and Hell will wage war for dominion over mortal Earth."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:29 pm
"A war?!" Morgance brought her hands to her face to signify that she was both terrified and surprised. There had always been battles, but war was never officially declared. "But why, Adrian?"
The general sat up on the couch and looked her ward straight in the eyes. "It is to prove who is more worthy to reign over Earth. I will not allow Hell to corrupt any longer! Ophelia... She had her chance, and now we both want each other dead." Adrian bowed her head and chuckled softly.
"You never told me what happened between you two..." The healer spoke somberly.
Adrian looked up and shook her head. "And it will have to wait for another time. That is a long sad story, Morgance. Right now, we have to get word out of he war, though I don't know how much good it will do since the Watchers have probably told everyone by now." Only a moment after those words had left her lips, there was a knock at the door.
Adrian stood gracefully and fluidly walked to the door, swinging it open. Just as she suspected, a Grigori was standing in her doorway. This one was called Ramiel. "Is it true, milady? There is to be a war?" He spoke quietly, as if voicing his question in this manner would have gotten him a better answer.
The general nodded. "Could you get the word out for me, Ramiel? I, as you know, have been injured. Inform everyone you see. I want my people prepared."
Ramiel nodded furiously before bowing. "Yes, milady." The Grigori quickly turned and shuffled away.
Adrian closed her door and walked back into the sitting room, noticing the blood stain she'd left on the carpet. Morgance knew that speaking would only make matters worse, so she kept quiet.
The great angelic general plopped down in her favorite chair and massaged her temples. This was not going to be easy.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 12:04 am
An hour or so had passed since Kestral had emerged from the Temple. Word had spread around the village that war was to be wrought. Likely, the rumors were made by the acolytes whom were within earshot when Ruzylle had left them. Kestral was preparing to address all of them of the grim news.
In the center of the village, where most of the business was done, was the town square. In the center of that, there was a large, raised, circular pedestal, about thirty feet in radius. In the center of that was Kestral. He paced back and forth, waiting for the stragglers of his tribe to arrive from the distant beaches where they had been mining on the cliffside for valuable ores.
When he felt that enough people had arrived, about one hundred or so men, women and children (Nearly all of whom had silver hair and eyes and outlandish clothing) Kestral held his hands up to create a large crackle of lightning which burst down from his hands and struck into the pedestal.
The pedestal began to reveal ancient Kuraian markings which seemed to glow with a bluish light and Kestral knew he had the tribe's attention.
"It has come to my attention... that there have been rumors circulating about a war between Heaven and Hell. A war which would be fought on the mortal soil of our precious Earth. A war which would dictate which of the two overzealous races would reign over Earth and have total control over it's second Creation..." Kestral started, lightning jolting upwards at random while he spoke.
"I am here to inform all of you... that these rumors are absolutely true." Kestral stated gloomily. Outrage arose from a fair few of the tribe, but Kestral held forth one hand and the lightning began to concentrate in his hand, thunder roaring viciously as it gathered. The Kurai knew this meant that he expected silence from them. When the clamor died down, the thunder followed as he released the lightning back into the pedestal.
"None of you should dare to distrust what I have told you. I have delved into the deepest reaches of the Streams of Fate and have seen that which none of you will. All of you will simply have to trust that I speak truthfully when I say that the generals of both realms have declared war against one another. The war does not yet concern us and thus we Kurai will remain a neutral force, distancing ourselves from the ranks of either army. However, a time will undoubtedly come when we must place our allegiences with one side or the other." Kestral stated, hesitating before he continued.
"Of this, Elder Ruzylle and I have deliberated, and we have come to the conclusion that we must serve the interest of our tribe. And since we are neither angel nor demon, we will serve balance. To do so will require us to serve the overwhelmed army, and fight with them until the scales have been equalized once more. Once this is achieved, we will return to the island and serve neutrality." He finished, then peered around to all his tribesmen. To his great surprise, most of them appeared to agree with what he said. He had led them since he was a young man, but for some reason the Kurai had always second guessed his motives and orders.
Kestral released the lightning from the pedestal, which sent the markings into obscurity once more. Kestral felt a bit proud as he walked off of the pedestal and into the crowd who had begun to cheer for him.
"I wish only to preserve the peace that my people have come to embrace. These two generals have already attempted to sever that peace. I won't allow it to overpower us." The powerful fusion knight thought to himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 12:54 am
A hour passed. Hell was becomming violently loud sworms were drawing attention to a particular place. The citedel.
Millions of hordes all squeezed together slashing each other, chaos.
The view is that of a large structure concisting of Iron walls. the perfect fortress.
Inside a demoness moves with determination and advisor keeping up behind her.
"but maam, our forces have been stretched thin since the last war for the throne."
The elegant yet tall fierce eyed Ophelia laughed manically.
" i know, but you know how weak the forces of heaven have been without an enemy.. like us we fought our own.."
The two continued through the halls as another oversized demon began to follow. "maam. The sons of bhaal division is at the ready. please give the word"
"stand by" she said almost reluctantly
contuing on Opcapta paced a little more quickly " maam, why this rash decision all of a sudden"
Ophelia stopped and looked at him.
" please forgive me your grace. I am not questioning you...."
She continued looking at him for a minute and then continued to proceed through the halls.
" the wound you have. seems familar. Did you run into "her"?"
Ophelia's eye twitched a little but then smiled. " indeed"
" Is she still alive?" Opcapta asked never seeing her bleed before.
" oh yes. no one can have her except me and when i choose."
Opcapta knew not to dwell into Ophelia's past anymore than she welcomed. her temper was unmatched.
The two ended up going through out to a balcony looking over millions of hordes of demons.
they all went silent as she walked out. For a breath moment there was stillness in what was disorder.
so silent .
Ophelia closed her eyes and breathed in.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! she screamed
Hell has now erupted. Earth above can hear it so.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 1:22 pm
Menji see's the soulless being running around hell slight chatter over a "war" Menji starts dawning on armour picking up the dual sided blade and heading for the citedal
"looks like pay day for those who are strong enough to live " chuckes at self
the noise has gotten extremely loud and not of screams of pain or hate it seem's very much so out of sort picking up the pace as Menji see's the commotion at the front of the citadel
Menji spot's the a very amazing looking warrior yet just as amazing looking female
Menji's eye's widening
"that scent its blood very strong blood *
Menji spots the wound on the warrior heading faster toward the citedal pushing through the soulless vessel's hearing the heavy shout of "war" Menji slam's his blade on his back strapping it in hurling him self at the walls of the citadel startis climb up the wall
" if that warrior got injured that means that this battle should be great fun *
Menji smiles as he reaches the place where she was once standing smelling the reminisce of her living flesh exhilarating starts walking the direction that he sense her heading in
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 3:17 pm
Alice gazed over the clouds of heaven and narrowed her eyes, turning to the fires of hell. Both seemed wrong to her. Spreading her great angelic wings aloft, she soared out over the ocean to land on a silvery rock in the middle of the warring goddesses. Vincent landed next to her and she sat for a moment, wondering where to go, whom to see, what to do.
"What kind of a world is this?"
Alice begged the question to whomever was listening.
"A lover's quarral has brought death and destruction to the planet we all once made our homes. Ruthless."
Alice spat the last word, as though it burned her mouth to speak of it. Alice turned away in silence, watching the way the water spash against the rock and how easily it could've swept her away.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:09 pm
Hisikata awoke from her dreamless sleep only to be greated with the barren lands of Hell. Strecthing, she hopped off the tree branch she was using as a bed and landed soundlessly on the ground. She looked at her surroundings and set off.
Everythig is so bleak. She whispered. just like my soul.
The young vampire continued her journey to nowhere in particular,her mind plagued with unanswered questions.
Is it true? Did these so called angels really take away my family? Hn. I'm being foolish, there is no use in asking myself, I can't answer that. Well then I swear I will find someone who can answer that question, no matter what it takes. Hisikata sighed before laughing queitly under her breath.
Hisikata raised her head skyward, she pulled her long purple hair out of its makeshift bun letting it cascade down in all its glory. With a sigh and a heavy heart the small girl seated herself on the ground and waited...
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 8:06 pm
Adrian sighed as she got ready to meet with her people in the largest temple in Heaven. The Seraphim had Ramiel tell everyone to meet there so she could address them. She sighed as she slipped on the ridiculous dress Morgance had her wear. The girl was even fixing ribbons in her hair while Adrian tied the intricate knots and ribbons on the gown.
"Morgance..." Adrian said in a monotone. She brought her palm to her face as she mumbled. "This hardly seems necessary."
"Hmph!" Was all that could be heard from behind the Seraphim General. "You need to make a good impression. I can't let you go out dressing like a boy all the time! What will people think?!"
"That I'm a serious leader...?" Adrian tried, but then chuckled. "You're lucky your father was so good to me or I might not be putting up with you right now." She teased.
Morgance looked to her, mouth agape before continuing to brush Adrian's long blonde hair. She tied two pink ribbons in either side of the Seraphim's head and stood in front of the finished product. "Perfect!"
The General's face turned beet red as she looked in the full-length mirror in front of her. "I can't believe you made me look like a girl..." She sighed then hugged her ward. "Thank you, though. Let's get going."
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Adrian and Morgance stole inside the Temple through the back entrance. The young woman had never been inside this temple, so she stayed close behind. The Seraphim led them through a small door. Once the threshold was passed, Morgance could see a raised pedestal on a stage, hundreds of angels talking widely about the supposed war.
Once the crowd caught sight of the general, their speaking went silent almost immediately. The Seraphim took a deep breath and walked to the pedestal, her shoes clicking on the marble stage. Morgance stood close behind her. Once she was there, she looked over her people. All remained quiet for a moment before the uproar started again.
Everyone wanted to know if the rumors were true. Questions, doubts; worries and encouragements; all were being shouted at the stoic general.
Adrian raised her hand and all went silent before she spoke. "You have been gathered her as per my request to talk about a war." The crowd gasped and whispered. Adrian spoke louder. "It has come to my attention that Hell is no longer worthy to share Earth with us! The filth and slime below are no match for a benevolence and grace! Without us, they wouldn't even be alive! Angels! Was not their great former leader one of us at one point! He was an angel! We don't need them, they need us! This battle will wage until I see all the scum of Hell obliterated! Are you with me?!"
The crowd roared. Cheers and battle cries abound. The Seraphim General smirked at her followers.
"Will you fight alongside your angelic, pure, bretheren? Will you fight alongside me? They think we're weak! Take up arms and charge into battle! Show them how strong we really are!" Adrian raised her fists into he air and yelled. The angels were shouting and cheering so loudly that the temple shook.
Before Adrian left, she shouted once more. "No one kills Hell's General but me! Ophelia's life is mine!" She spun on her heel and swiftly left the shouting angels behind, Morgance followed in suit.
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