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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 10:36 pm
 She should have been afraid, and she knew it, but Lily was certain now that she was right for not having gone with her "father" when he had come for her. Lily didn't know what they had wanted with her, but she couldn't imagine being one of the ones who blew up buildings and intimidated other people.
"Betraying my race? I was born and raised here, by humans. My people are here, and I'll do what I can to protect them. I saw the hotel, what happened to those people...that was you, wasn't it?" she said, her nose scrunching up in an angry way. People always told her she looked cute when she was furious, but Lily would only get more angry about it.
"If you think you can justify what you're doing here, I'd love to hear what you have to say. Something tells me you're just looking for more blood," she said, having smelt it all over the woman before. She was angry, and despite her knowing that it was probably dangerous for her to be talking to this person this way, Lily couldn't stand to just sit back and watch people get hurt. Also, she was pretty sure that the woman wouldn't do anything here. After all, it was so close to the club, and she'd been so sneaky so far that Lily was sure the woman was trying to conceal her involvement to some degree. Just in case, though, Lily said a little prayer in her head, "Please, God, protect me and those people in there."
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:59 pm
How interesting. For such a little girl, she sure did have a big mouth on her. Amaiya should have expected as much, though. After all, she had grown up with the humans, obviously, and they did tend to mouth off to all of the wrong people. Pathetic, thinking that they were the strongest and most advanced race. If they only knew the people who walked among them every day...
Mai's reaction was, of course, not a pleasant one. Her smile completely disappeared at this time, golden eyes glaring at the girl remembering the cold taste of her own people. How torturous it would be for this girl, who did not have the power to possess another body, to lose her own body, her spirit cursed to wander this planet helplessly for eternity. The only thing stopping her, though, was the plan. She'd strayed from it too many times already tonight, and there wasn't much time left for her to get out of this place. Judging by the girl's attitude, it wasn't likely she would leave with Amaiya anyway.
"Justify my actions?" she growled, her voice seeming to come from several sets of vocal chords. "It is you who will have to answer for what you've done. But, I don't have time for you tonight," she added, looking past the girl back at the Club behind her. "You want to save the humans? Then you find your own way into that building, and you can die with the rest of them," she snapped, turning around quickly to walk away. It would be only minutes before the people in that building were all dead, and she needed to be somewhere shortly after. She didn't have time to argue this, but rest assured she would remember this girl. Even though it would seem Mai was walking away, her people were just as good at holding grudges as they were at collecting debts...and that was exactly what she planned to do.
Amaiya was not easy to make outwardly angry, but the Earthbound Grekkens were one of the things that infuriated her with ease. Their attachment to the humans was disgusting, and reminded her of God, how he so pathetically changed the rules and made so many things for Man, yet cursed those who had stood by him for eternity. Those like her father, and the others who had become nothing but forgotten on a rotting rock in the sky. Soon enough, though, she would have this planet for herself, and her people could live here freely, without hiding from the humans. The time would come when the humans would have to hide from them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:47 pm
Rade
"Why do people have to die." Rade had been leaning against the wall of an alley nearby Lily and Amaiya and had heard the exchange of words, sweat rose on his brow and his head began to pound, Should I run in there, save who I can? Rade thought to himself in desperation No, I couldn't do anything without knowing all the details. He clenched his hand into a fist, while the other clenched his cane tighter, as he admitted to himself that he couldn't do anything, before stuffing them into his pockets and walking out of the alley in the direction of Lily, he kept his head down to hide his face, then stumbled and walked unsteadily feigning drunkeness. He bumped into Lily but continued past her, he glanced at the club, his nose caught a small wiff of a strange scent. Then, continued down the street, eventually turning around the corner of the buildings, and going out of sight. He sighed and loosened the grip on his cane, hoping his act had removed suspicion about him. He began wandering the streets, but he stayed near the club hoping to get a sample of that smoke before the scene was cleared by the police. ((tell me if anything is off about my post, ty.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 1:19 pm
Ryven Diazen IV
The Earth Wielder
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"I suggest you step aside."
--------------------- Stopped at an oasis, the people of his tribe had set up a temporary campsite to rest their limbs and to feed their bellies. To the east, Ryven could see 6 Wielders descend down a sand dune, two of which carrying large game they found on their hunt. He knew the others who left to hunt would return shortly after with more for the tribe to eat, but that wasn’t his greatest concern. After his encounter with the Wakers, it had only been fifty leagues of travel when the dark ghosts’ strength disappeared in the west. They soon set up camp at the first oasis in their path, and Ryven now stood looking out into the distance as the rest of his tribe went about their work. Two of the Wind Wakers had gone hunting for the others of their kind, and the other eight helped his tribe as they could.
“I don’t understand,” he spoke aloud, although no one was close enough to him to hear. He could still feel their presence on Grek, and knew the dark ghosts’ weren’t done with whatever it was they were planning, only now their strength was scattered, like it had been since before his own time. “Could they have sensed our intentions?” he spoke again, his own thoughts extinguishing that possibility. “Impossible; they wouldn’t bother with something so trivial. Then why? Why have they separated? Why were they gathered?”
His clawed hand came to rest on his stone dagger’s hilt as he looked to the sky, his serpent-like neck and jaw stretching towards the relentless eternal sun that seared his planet for infinity. Then, in an instant, his thoughts began to piece together what was about to take place. Looking from the sun down to the dirt at his feet, he picked at the packed, dead soil with his clawed feet, the soil he and his tribe had travelled across for hundreds of leagues. He pictured all the scenery they passed through their journey, everything was bare, the land was dead; and yet, his kind had learned to thrive on it. He remembered what his kind were, human and Nephilim, and then remembered what the Nephilim were before their bodies. He thought of God, His humans and their own world, His angels, the dark ghosts’, and everything as a whole. And it struck him.
“They’re going to take Earth from Him and His creations.” he said in a definite tone, his head snapping to where the ghosts’ had been gathered. The grip on his dagger tightened, but his expression remained dull. His eyes narrowed in thought. “For so long they have been condemned to our plagued world, because of their jealousy and defiance to God over His unwavering love for the humans even after they defied Him. What else could they want after so long then to strike God in the only way they can?”
He stopped, dropping his hand from the hilt as he turned to face his tribe. The hunters were just joining them; one put the carcass of an animal known as a Primal down in the center of the campsite: Grekkens who had lost their sensibility in the harsh environment, reverting to a more animalistic state of mind. They resembled regular Grekkens, with thick limbs and strong torsos, only they moved as a quadruped, some with two tails, and some with wings. The other hunter had set his sights on Ryven, and made his way towards him to give him the first bite of their feast, and by looking from the east to the north, he could see the others who had gone hunting about to return with more Primals for the tribe to eat. Before the Grek drew close enough to engage him, a thought flashed through his mind. ‘Where do we fit into the dark ghosts’ desires? Are we meant to join in on their escapade to seize Earth from God, or should we remain here on this wasteland to not further cast ourselves away from He who created us?’ He sighed, and watched as the Primal was laid at his feet and the Grek who carried it knelt and bowed to him.
“Chief Diazen, our hunt was successful.” The Grekken said from his bowed position, not lifting his head as he spoke to Ryven. Ryven stalked around the Primal and inspected it, stopping before the hunter.
“You’ve done well, Dezrik.” he said while putting his hand on the crown of the knelt Grek. Moving his vision from Dezrik to the rest of his tribe, he could see them patiently waiting for him to take the first taste of their prey. The other hunters had grown close enough now that it would be only moments before their hunted Primals joined in the feast that was about to take place, and even his own stomach protested against waiting any longer to eat.
All other thoughts disappeared from his mind as he stared at the lifeless Primal, a low growl brushed out from his slightly parted lips, and soon his jaw opened wide as he roared into the sky. Then, like an animal, he pounced on the Primal, and closed his strong fanged jaws down on its neck, tearing from it a hunk of its flesh which he chewed and swallowed in an instant. The rest of his tribe roared in the same fashion, though not as intense, and joined in the feast.
They would set out for the last leg of their journey after his tribe was fed and rested.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 11:52 pm
 Such an empty existence. It would soon be so filled with life again, though. He would have purpose, a light to follow, and he would once again see his brothers' joy. The Earth's night had always seemed so long, to him, but now it felt longer than ever. When morning came, he would have life again.
"Haiden!" he heard behind him, and quickly turned to find another of the Fah'Rang rushing toward him. They ran on legs, as though their bodies were a part of the plane the others' were, but demons and angels inhabited their own plane of existence.
"Leido, what's wrong?" he asked, a genuine concern in his voice. His brother seemed distraught over something.
The demon, who still very much resembled an angel, pointed off into the nothingness over the horizon, where rocks and mountains and desert land were all that could be seen. "Grekkens are approaching fast. Daniel saw them, and sent word to me."
Haiden frowned at this. The Grekkens approaching were hardly a concern. The fact that Leido was so upset, though, led him to believe there was more to this story. "And...?" he asked calmly, waiting for the worst parts to come.
"There is word that they are aware of our plan. What they intend to do about it, we're not sure. And...Regalia was there."
Haiden's eyes went wide. Regalia, a scout for Lucifer, was an abomination. He had somehow managed to master changing the shape of his spirit, so that even to demons he could appear as a woman. It was sickening, and scary. The sneak could hide his presence from anyone if he wanted to, disguising himself as the spirit of an animal or something else. It really only worked on Earth, but Regalia's main influence was there anyway. What he was doing here, watching over a tribe of Grekkens, no less, Haiden didn't know. His main concern, though, was that Lucifer would shortly know the intentions of the Fah'Rang. Strong as his people were, Haiden' knew they would stand no chance against Lucifer's army.
"Take me to them," Haiden said after calming his thoughts. He was completely collected, though on the inside he was sure that there was more trouble afoot than he had prepared for.
"But, sir," Leido started, stopping when he saw the determined look on Haiden's face. Nodding, Leido started off, his white wings carrying him swiftly over the desert land. Haiden was close behind, leathery black wings keeping him close behind.
The two stopped a good distance outside of the Grekken encampment. They were close enough to be seen, but not close enough to be perceived as a threat just yet. Haiden lifted his sword to the air, hoping for the others to see it, before dropping it to the ground in submission. Quietly, he said to Leido, "Go get the Watchers and tell them to stand by, just in case something goes wrong." Nodding again, Leido headed back in the direction they had come from, and Haiden waited for whatever was to come next.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 5:00 pm
Alekos Sardraken
"I'm called a Sardraken for a reason."
"There is more to your story." Al said as he peered through the telescope, the lens spot on Lily. He could hear her, and she could hear Al, just like every person can hear every spirit. The only thing handicapping her is the judgment of whether to listen or not, or to be understood altogether. It was up to her instincts to decide. Her fate rested on it.
"Demons, on Grek, Al." Uriel shouted to Al from across the plane. "Yes, Ryven is soon to encounter them no doubt. What of Jegudiel? My main priority is Earth, you know that." Al nearly argued to Uriel, as if Grek wasn't Al's problem at all. "You're smart, but you're no archangel. Micheal tells me you wish to become one of us..." Uriel snorted. "Well it's not going to happen. Jegudiel is doing what he can on Grek, while you insist on helping out this Ryven character. It is doubtful he could take down a single Nephilim, what importance does he statute in our cause?" Uriel retorted.
"...With God, anything is possible. He loves all of us the same, Uriel. Just because you can see the future and I can change it, doesn't make us different in his eyes. The same goes for Ryven." Al spoke softly, but his point was made clear. "He is an outcast, he will never be here." Uriel shifted his point of view, and tried another angle at Al, but to no avail. With his iron stubbornness in hand, Al pushed on. "Ryven and his followers shall not be cast into the Lake of Fire. They know what must be done, and it is their love for God that will allow them acceptance into the holiest of holies."
"...What makes you think he is on our side? Keep your wits about you Al, Archangels are always aware, no matter what."
"I'm more aware than you know."
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:23 pm
Ryven Diazen IV
The Earth Wielder
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"I suggest you step aside."
--------------------- His tribe ate in unison. On a planet where food was limited to two species, with only one native to Grek, the people of his tribe, and the Grekkens of all societies, ate only once every few days. In his tribe of Earth Wielders, Ryven would select the most able of his tribe to hunt for the Primal beasts whenever they saw signs of them, or he and few others would travel to the Nephilim and ask for their aid. On this day, the hunt had been successful, and his Grekkens now fed upon the bodies of five Primals, between the two hundred and thirteen of them.
After Ryven had taken the first bite, the feast ensued without another moment. As his right as Chief, Ryven drained the Primal’s body that was brought to him of its thick dark blood, and then dragged the beast into the encampment to join the rest of his kinship. The other hunters, with quickened paces, soon joined with their own prey. Ryven took his share of the most succulent portions of each prey, diving at their necks with his razor sharp fangs and his crushing jaws. After he had taken his share of each Primal, he stood from his spot and stepped away, a sheet of maroon black ooze staining the rock gray scales of his snout and mouth.
The slender scales that outlined his stomach protruded in delight as he slapped his hand against it, using his forked tongue to clean what he could of the Primal’s blood. Others who had taken their share, only few bites each, were already walking towards the oasis pound. His eyes snapped open as a chill ran up his spine; a sensation he’d never expect feel in the blistering sun. Turning quickly, his head snapped up to see two of the dark ghosts’ hovering in the distance.
A quick puff escaped his nostrils as his eyes narrowed, his sights soon switching from the ghosts to a shimmer of light that fell to the dirt, a soft metallic ping ringing in his sensitive ears briefly. What Ryven guessed was a weapon striking the ground acted like an alarm to the rest of the tribe, and simultaneously each of the two hundred and thirteen Grekkens who fed, drank, and bathed in the sun as they rested snapped to look at the sword, and consequently, at Ryven who stood in their vision. His raised his open hand by his head as a sign for them to stop before they acted, then dropped it and stood in silence as one of the ghosts darted off more quickly then possible into the horizon.
Low growls formed on their lips as the tribe noticed the Demon in the distance, but not one of them moved or used their powers. Instead, slowly, they began to return to what they were doing before, as Ryven began to walk away from his tribe. With his sights set on the Demon in the sky, he planned to meet the spirit on his own. Even though they were devious enough to go against God, Ryven knew some of the Demons had seen the error of their ways. He only hoped this was one of those Demons, and his sign of submission wasn’t just a ruse to lure him into death. He knew, though, that if he were to lose his life here, that it would only save the lives of his kinship.
He closed the half-league between the encampment and the Demon quickly, and as he drew near enough for the ghost to hear, he stopped and spoke to him. “Why have you come to us, Demon?!” he questioned with all his might as he gripped the handle of his dagger-in-sheath, the strange make-up of his vocal cords giving his voice the furiosity of a beast and the clarity of a human.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:55 pm
As the Grekken neared him, Haiden recognized the leadership. This group was far more organized than most of this planet. They weren't the savage beasts that many of those creatures had turned out to be in this place. The closer the other got to him, the clearer Haiden's form would appear. Though not material in an Earthly sense, when faced with something that was 75% spirit, Haiden was just as much in danger as the one he was facing now. However, given the civilized nature of the group he was addressing, Haiden was sure that there would be no need for hostilities as long as both parties kept their heads. At least, he hoped not.
Haiden's eyes went to the beast's claw, whereby a heavy grip was placed upon a weapon at his side. He couldn't blame the man for being cautious, and so said nothing about the gesture. Besides, Haiden was alone, and would have no chance against the Horde that was behind this man, with or without their weapons.
"I was going to ask you just the same," he replied calmly, bowing his head slightly in a respectful manner. His voice was soft, very much unlike his appearance. "I am Haiden, leader of the Fah'Rang. It has come to my attention that you were looking for us, and so I have saved you the trouble and come here myself. I mean you no harm, and I would expect the same from you in kind. I want only to know what it is you had hoped to gain by finding us."
In truth, Haiden hoped that this conversation would gain him an ally. While Lucifer had his many children would could face off against these, and Haiden had no doubt that he would bring as many bodies and spirits as he could, it wouldn't hurt him to have some with bodies on his side. Granted, the odds of that happening were very slim, and Haiden knew this, but it was necessary that he addressed this person anyway, regardless of whether he sided with them or not. As well, he fully intended to warn the other of what was quite possibly soon to come, as soon as he was aware of the Grekken's standing with him. After all, if he had figured out a part of their plan as Leido had said, chances were he had formed some sort of opinion on it. He would give no information until he had learned whatever the other knew about him, and had decided whether or not it would be safe to tell him more.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 11:34 pm
Ryven Diazen IV
The Earth Wielder
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"I suggest you step aside."
--------------------- Ryven watched the ghost questionably, and even as the spirit spoke in a calm manner, he had never been this close to one without the encounter turning disastrous. His fingers adjusted around the handle of his dagger as the Demon mentioned his peaceful intentions, but it wasn't enough to convince Ryven just yet. As the Demon's answer came to an end, Ryven hesitantly removed his grip from around his dagger and let his arms hang by his sides. He knew arguing the spirit's claims about his tribe's travels was pointless; the Demons had their ways of gathering knowledge that was otherwise impossible for someone in his position to find. For a brief moment Ryven began to contemplate breaking into the Demon's mind and enchanting him to believe Ryven was one of his own, but quickly tossed that gesture aside. An action like that would be enough to start a war, and Ryven expected the Demon to have magic like he'd never imagine. Instead, he collected himself from his five seconds of thought, and replied.
"I hoped to gain knowledge, Demon. Your gathering could be felt through the entirety of Grek; even your presence now tingles my skin and puts my kinship on guard. We've travelled over four hundred and fifty leagues to discover what it was that could have caused so many of you to come together all at once, but I have come to my own conclusions. Now all I ask for is honesty, and for you to answer me one question." As he spoke Ryven remained still, his eyes locked on the Demon's phasing body. The animalistic tones of that gave his voice the furiosity from before had faded, his human voice giving him a more civilized position despite his Grekken features.
"Do you plan to take Earth away from God and His creations?" Ryven said through still questioning eyes, his right hand twitching unnoticeably towards his dagger on impulse.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 11:59 pm
It was painfully obvious that the one he spoke with was not at all at ease in his current position. As well, Haiden took specific note that the Grekken had not returned the kindness of giving his name. Perhaps it was something about the Grekkens, but Haiden couldn't be sure. After all, it wasn't often a meeting like this would occur, and it was even less often that anyone encountered a Grekken so calm and almost human.
At the man's question, though, Haiden's fists tightened at his side. His creations rang through his head. What did this abomination know of creation? God had only allowed the Grekkens to live because of their human heritage. God had created the Angels as well, but man had been spoiled while putting forth little to no effort to please God while his Angels had been by his side for an eternity. One sin on their part, though, and they were cursed for the rest of existence. What did this beast know of fairness?
Red raged within the Demon's eyes for a moment, though on the outside he tried to remain calm. When the color faded back to white, Haiden replied calmly in a voice just as soft as before, "Everything within this Universe belongs to its Creator. We could not possibly take anything from God. That was always Lucifer's plan. But..." he stopped, thinking of how he could word the latter part of his statement. "The humans do not deserve what they have been given. The beautiful world that they live in and the gifts that they have so selfishly squandered and taken for granted, We will either take it all from them, or show them what it means to have to fight to survive. The humans will never appreciate the gifts that they have, until they are faced with losing it all."
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:22 am
Ryven Diazen IV
The Earth Wielder
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"I suggest you step aside."
--------------------- Ryven wanted to pace, but didn't dare move from his spot directly in front of the Demon. His thoughts raged, and he composed them as quickly as he could. The humans and the Angels; God's foremost adored creations. While one was bound to a physical life, and physical limitations; they were free to do as they wished on their world. He knew their life spans were nothing compared to a Grekken's, lasting only a century; and could that have been God's justification to why He's so forgiving of them? While Angels were bond to God's word, they were free to exist for all time, and held with them powers a human could never wield. But even still, their eternal lives were spent under His rule, and those who opposed had been cast out from Heaven to never return. Undoubtedly, the Demon spoke some truth. The humans did squander the gifts they were given, but Ryven saw no way to take those gifts from them without suffering under God's wrath.
"I don't understand, Demon." Ryven said after a few moments of thought. "If you know you can't take Earth from God, then what makes you think God will let you take it from the creations He loves above His Angels?" His eyes narrowed on the Demon. "What could you hope to accomplish, Demon, if you cannot take what is His and the humans? What could you gain by standing against God yet again?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 6:32 pm
Lily considered what to do as she watched the woman walk away. Just as she was about to turn around and run back to the club, a man bumped into her. She let out a gasp, surprised that anyone may have been near since she hadn't noticed him.
As he continued walking, Lily watched his swagger. He was only human, probably drunk considering there was a bar across the street.
Turning back around, paying the man little attention, Lily hurried toward the club. The man, who still stood outside of the doors, looked at her curiously. "Nobody goes in now, Red. Amaiya's orders," he said, still thinking that she was with them.
"Did you not just see me talking with her?" Lily snapped back, acting as though she was superior to him. God, she hoped this would work. "I don't take orders from you, I take them from Amaiya. If you have a problem with me going in there, you can take it up with her," she growled, then gently pushed past him as he stepped out of her way. Grabbing the two doors, she pulled, but they didn't budge. She turned an ugly scrunched-up nosed angry face at the big man, who smiled and shrugged, "Bolted from the inside. If she wants you to get in there, you're going to have to find another way."
Rolling her eyes, Lily wasted not another moment with the man. Inside the building, she could hear beneath the sounds of the pounding music the voices were dying down. Some people who were probably fading out of their high realized what was going on, and screams could be heard, most of them fading into nothing. People were dying. She didn't know how, but her mind flashed back to the images in the hotel, and she knew she had to keep that from happening, if she could. Even if it meant dying from trying.
Lily hurried around the building, checking every door. None of them were unlocked, and she should have known. The last door she came to, Lily pulled out her lock-picking kit and got to work. It only took her a few moments before the deadbolt was unlocked. She took a credit-card from her back pocket and ran it down the seam of the door. A click could be heard as the handle of the door turned and the door swung open toward her. "Bingo," she said, excited about her feat.
That is, until the green smoke began pouring out of the doorway. Her eyes burned, and she could feel it clinging to her skin. Not breathing, Lily looked into the building as best she could. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, and one Grekken in front of the door dressed just like the man in the front of the building. Lily didn't see anyone standing. There could be some people still alive.
After a moment of fighting with herself over whether it was worth risking her life at this point, Lily hurried into the building and began looking for signs of life.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:57 pm
Haiden paused, thinking of how he would word his answer. What could he gain? He didn't know. Did it really matter? He couldn't just sit here and do nothing, submit to an empty existence and accept his fate as Damned. Even if he could never make up for what he did, siding with Lucifer, and could never regain his place in Heaven, he couldn't go on living like this any longer.
"There may be nothing to gain, but we will not know until we try," he said, his voice still soft yet there was a hint of pain in the sound of it. Perhaps they would fail, or perhaps the angels would strike them down. This planet had been taken from them, by his kind and his fathers. He could not expect him to understand. The Damned had a purpose before, but many of them left Lucifer when his plans changed, when the Grekkens got here. Now, those who wanted nothing to do with his fight for creating something better than the Son of God, more powerful that Jesus himself, were living for nothing. They needed their own purpose, and their own home, because they were no longer wanted in this one.
"I don't ask for your permission, Grekken," he said, placing his hand over his chest, "Nor do I expect you to understand the reasoning behind my decision. I only wish to implore that you do not stand in our way. It would not be advisable," he added. The last comment hadn't been meant as a threat, though it could have easily been taken as such. In truth, Haiden had very little control over the free spirits that he guided. Leader of the Fah'Rang, indeed he was, but the Fah'Rang were not spirits who would easily follow one man. Doing that was what had gotten them cursed to this planet to begin with.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:17 pm
As Amaiya walked away, body still dripping with water from having gotten out of the lake, she chanced a glance over her shoulder. Seeing the red-haired girl talking to the guard in front, Mai stopped walking. A sly smile came to her lips as she watched curiously, finding the girl's persistence to be rather entertaining, albeit troublesome. When the girl finally got into the building, Amaiya's smile was full on her face as she turned to walk away again. She was sure she hadn't seen the last of her, though the odds of the girl making it out of there without some sort of problem were very slim. It would be interesting to see what happened.
Regaining her focus, Mai picked up her phone again. Despite the fact that she had taken it underwater, the thing was in perfect working condition. After all, it wasn't one of those cheap models that most humans carried around. Her people had access to some of the top technologies of this planet, given they did the right favors. Mai was the queen of doing the right favors, and she had gotten herself just what she had needed for the type of work she was doing.
Pressing a single button, the phone began to ring on the other end. After one ring, a woman answered the call.
"Bonjour, ma cherie," she said, her voice like the sound of a graceful wind.
"Hello, Rachel," Amaiya replied, "I need you to contact Jeb for me."
"Ah, Jebeddiah? Oui, I have not seen him in centuries. I will do this for you, my darling, if you will say hello to Vincent for me," she said, a hint of flirt in her voice.
Mai chuckled. Rachel was a Demon contact of hers, a friend of her father's. He had possessed the body of a woman in France, and never really went back. Whenever the body would get too old, he would take another woman's form. He, for some reason, loved tempting men. France, of course, was one of the best places for him to do this. Rachel, also, had a wonderful talent of communication. While Amaiya's phone could contact those on Earth just fine, Rachel was her contact for those on Grek. She could speak with their minds, even at this far distance, something that Mai hadn't been around her father long enough to learn.
Rachel, also, had a knack for favors.
"I will when I see him next," Mai replied.
"Merci," she replied, softly, "Now, what is it you would like to talk with him about?"
"Not a thing. Tell him the jobs are done, and I'll be coming back shortly."
"Oh no, you are leaving so soon? But you have not come to visit me, child."
With a snicker, and a roll of her eyes that Rachel couldn't see, Mai replied, "Maybe next time."
A light-hearted laugh sounded on the other line. "You are so much like your father," Rachel said.
The sweetness of the tone made Amaiya cringe, and the mention of her father made her cold-blood boil. There was silence on her end as Rachel said, "Are you there dear?" She knew her words would infuriate Mai, that was why she had said them. Instead of offering a response, Mai replied, "Thanks. I owe you one."
She quickly hung up the phone, stuffing it in her pocket irritably. The nerve of that bast**d.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:12 pm
Alekos "Al" Sardraken
"Firing in 3.. 2.. 1. Blastoff." Al was caught between two sides that he couldn't differentiate. He had to protect earth; that was his devotion, but Ryven was going to be manipulated, undoubtedly. He shook his spiritual head in dis-amusement. He sent a message to Ryven, one that could be taken as anything. But God works in mysterious ways.
Between Ryven and Haiden, at the midpoint, a strong bolt of lightning struck the Earth. It was a warning for Haiden, and inspiration for Ryven. The source was unforeseeable, due to the fact of hardly any moisture on the planet of Grek left no clouds in the air. But before they could look up to notice the source, the bolt would have dissipated in the first place. The sonic boom however, slightly shook the ground as any bolt of lightning would. It was completely real, not an illusion.
Back at the high cloud of Osculanimbus, Al was getting ready to jump. His eyes were set on the city; he knew where Amaiya was, and that was his destination. He did not don his war armor, due to the fact that any kind of battle would not serve his purpose on Earth at the moment. Right now, words were his weapon. Unfortunately, Mai was not fond of an argument, and was headstrong towards her goal. "No one said it was going to be easy." He stated as he dove from the top of the cloud. It would appear to him as if he jumped from a cloud to the Earth, but the seamless transition of a portal from dimension to dimension would make that so. His form changed from a solid being to a translucent form to those adept enough to see him, and invisible to those who could care less in the first place.
Without weight, his landing was soft, though it wasn't a landing at all. He just decided be on top of the sidewalk and not through it. "Hello, Amaiya." Al said with a sincere tone of voice. He had seen her here and there over the years, and she had seen him, but not directly. To her, this would seem as if it was the first they had spoken. But Al had possessed many humans to get close to her; if only she could smell his celestial form, that would be the giveaway.
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