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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:28 pm
As Shiango brought the blade down Michael knew it was a feint. Shiango was either underestimating his power, or planning for another attack. It was then he saw Shiango spin and knew he was aiming for his left side. He threw his left arm out, the metal plates grinding against the blade as he parried the attack. He grabbed the blade and as he pulled himself forward, he threw his right fist into the demon's stomach. It didn't do much damage due to the armor, but the force was enough to send the demon flying across the room. Shiango looked down to find a small dent in his armor. When he looked at the Harbinger across the room he saw that the right hand that had struck him was covered with black flames.
"If this is all you have, I've wasted my time coming here." Michael said as he flexed his right hand and clenched it, his whole hand cracking.
"You dare strike me!" Shiango said as his fury started to show, "Harbinger! I will kill you and take over your role on this plain!"
"Right now, I am not the Harbinger," Michael said as he stood up straight, "and Michael died long ago. Let this be the last name you hear! I am Nero Angelo!" As he declared his name and laughed at himself for rhyming, he threw his sword forward, and easy deflection as Shiango snapped his blade up and sent it into the wall just above his head. Michael had run forward and slashed at him with his right hand, tearing into the wall as Shiango dodge the blow. At the same time, Michael's left wing forced his body to go higher into the air as he grabbed his blade, and he used his hand to cause himself to spin, the blade coming out of the wall and straight at Shiango.
If not for a last second dodge, the blade would have cleaved the demon in two. Instead it caused a shower of sparks to come off of Shiango's armor, wearing away some of the design on the chest-plate. As Shiango gritted his teeth, Michael brought his sword back up. They charged at each other again, their blades grinding against each other as they looked hard at each other, Shiango’s face full of rage and hate, while Michael’s face was more stern on concentrated.
The tides were shifting in favor of the hero, but it was still far from over.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:08 pm
Ashe gritted her teeth. Granted, she had the ground to help support her arms in keeping the Vampire's blade from slicing through her throat.
"Your on your last leg, Dragon. Why don't you just die?" The vampire asked.
"Because I have to be there for Mike!" Ashe retorted, causing more blood to flow from from the wound. s**t, if she was over my body I would be able to kick her off... she thought.
"Sentimental feelings like that are the reason that your precise Mike will be destroyed. Either by the Harbinger or Shiango." The vampire put more weight on the sword, digging it a little deeper into Ashe.
Ashe let out a cry of pain as the sword started to pull the chain from her grip. Tears came to her eyes as she tried her hardest to keep a grip on her only defense. It was then that she remembered Mike's words to her after the fight with the Sand Wyrms. The darkness in now a part of you...
That's it! Ashe had used a little of her new found dark magic when she tried to cut through the chain, but she didn't tap into all of it. Taking a deep breath she called up the darkness from her subconscious and let it engulf her.
She felt strength surge though her tired limbs. Opening her eyes she looked up at the Vampire, her left eye glowing red with the active darkness, and smiled at the surprise in the Vampire's eyes. The markings on her body glowed as well, the smoky tattoo pulsating with the darkness.
Ashe called up a dark tornado and ripped the Vampire off her. She stood up and placed a hand on her throat, feeling the darkness inside starting to stitch it together. Looking up as the tornado tossed the Vampire around like a rag doll she called up to her. "Call it quites. I don't want to kill you. If you say you surrender I'll let you go."
"NEVER!" the Vampire cried.
"Suit yourself." The tornado increased in power and spun the Vampire out, flinging her to the farthest corner of land. If she survived the trip or not was none of Ashe's concern. All she needed was a place to hide and rest.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:15 pm
The two demons threw each other backwards and began hacking at each other, sending sparks flying in every direction, lighting up every dark corner of the round room. One swing caused Shiango’s sword to get stuck in one of the notches on Michael’s blade. Both of them took the time to disarm the other, and both of their weapons went flying across the room. They threw fists at each other, Michael occasionally sweeping at the demon with his wings while Shinago threw magic. He went to cast his Shadow Flames spell when Michael grabbed his hand and went to cast his DarkFire magic. Shiango rose his arm and grabbed his hand, and they clenched each other’s fists as they growled at each other’s faces. They reared back and slammed their heads into each other. Michael knew that his pain wasn’t a sign he was hurt, but just to point out to his body he was hit. On the other hand, Shiango’s tough armor cushioned the blow. They head butted each other again before Michael twisted his wrists around and bent Shiango’s hands backwards. Shiango countered by jump over him and throwing him at a pillar. The impact knocked out a row of bricks in the pillar, but it stood strong still.
Michael hit the ground and rolled back up to see Shiango charging him with his own blade and Michael’s. Michael smiled and dodged Shiango’s blow as he summoned his blade back to him. Flames engulfed the sword in Shiango’s hand and vaporized the weapon, as the same flames caused the weapon to reappear in Michael’s right hand. He combined the blade with his DarkFire and spun, slashing Shiango’s exposed back. Shiango had given himself a burst of speed forward, and the blade made a long slash along the back of his armor. The gash glowed a dark red, the color of blood. Michael knew it wasn’t Shiango’s, but he knew that the armor could be damaged by his blade. That was a good sign.
“Well then, I guess this is enough.” Shiango said smugly as he walked up to the wall. There was an engraving of a staff on it, and as he reached out to a small indentation in the staff and grabbed it, flames engulfed it, causing the stone to fall off and reveal his Staff of Death. “It was fun watching you fight Harbinger, but I can always absorb your power from your freshly deceased corpse. Farewell.”
Shiango spun the staff and threw the top forward, black mist spraying out into Michael’s face. It blinded him for a moment as he stumbled into the center of the room. Shiango grabbed a lever on the back of one of the pillars and slammed it down. The floor beneath Michael’s feet gave way and he fell down a deep pit, the bricks in the floor slamming into his body after he landed. As Michael started to stand up again Shiango drove his staff into a section of the floor, a few bricks falling down another hole. He used the Dead Mists to flow down through the tube and fill the pit Michael was in with the mist. While mortals would be killed, Michael was just dazed by it as it choked off all the air around him. He rose his wings as he grabbed the wall and flapped his wings as fast and hard as he could. The wind flowed through the pit and pushed the mist up from the ground and out of the pit. He then drove his right hand into the tube spewing out the mist. His DarkFire flew through the shaft and exploded out of the other end, sending Shiango and the staff flying.
“Heh, still had some fight left in him I guess,” Shiango said as he picked up his staff as he watched the mist flowing out of the pit, “I’ll wait till the smoke settles to drag his body out.”
“No need.”
Shiango turned around as Michael grabbed his staff and said with a smirk "I'm right here.". He had flown out of the pit, using the mist for cover and snuck around behind Shiango. With a quick spin to loosen his grip on the staff and a sharp kick, he stripped his rival of his weapon and sent him flying across the room. He gripped the staff with both hand and snapped it over his leg, tossing the pieces behind him as the darkness was released and dissipated into the air.
“You fool! That staff is a relic of pure evil!” Shiango shouted as he drew his sword again.
“Then it’s a good thing I ripped it out of your hands.” Michael said as he held his blade forward.
They charged at each other again. Shiango had more tricks up his sleeve to give him a strategically edge, but with the center of arena gone, Michael had the advantage of flight. It looked as if Michael would win, but Shiango’s sudden focus on planned strikes made Michael uneasy. He had something planned, and with death staring him in the face, it had to be something big.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 5:30 pm
Ashe forced herself to continue walking forward. Her legs screamed at her, her arms felt ready to fall off, but she kept going. The demons kept attacking, only giving her a small opportunity to rest between waves.
She had no way of knowing where to go, but her feet led her towards an old, forgotten garden. It would have been a beautiful place if not for the surrounding aura and the overgrown plants. She hesitated just outside the entrance, not sure if there were more demons ready to attack. She shook her head and, taking a deep breath, walked into the dense foliage.
It was eerily silent in the garden. As if the plants blocked all sounds from coming in from the outside, but there where no birds, no insects. It's quiet...too quiet... she thought as she continued down the broken stone path. But she felt no eyes on her, didn't sense any living being other than the plants.
By the time she reached a clearing in the plants her guard was down. To her tired eyes the clearing was a blessing, and it was also one of the most beautiful places in Shiango's citadel. The only problem was the neglect that was etched in everything she saw. But it didn't matter, what she needed was rest and here was a place that she felt would allow her the rest she needed.
Shifting into her true form she curled up near the center of the clearing. She took care not to destroy anything, lest the noise would give away where she was. Once she was comfortable she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:28 pm
((One or two more posts ought to wrap this up. Sad really))
The two demons knocked each other across the room, stuck at a standoff. Shiango smiled as he reached under his coat and pulled out a gruesome looking dagger.
“Heh, you’ll need something better than that to kill me!” Michael shouted as he leapt over the pit.
“Oh but it’s more than meets the eye!” Shiango shouted as he infused his dark magic into it.
He swung it once in front of him, leaving a large black streak hanging in the air. Suddenly, a gale force wind flew out of the slash and sent Michael back to the ground he had lept from as the rift between this plain and another ripped open.
“Behold! My Dark Vortex, portal to the Realm of Shadow!”
Michael looked into the dark abyss that lay before him, cautious as to what it did. He only knew of three plains of existence, the Inferno, Paradise, and this world. This was another plain, one full of more horror than he knew. A small imp crawled out of the portal with several eyes poking out from beyond the darkness. The imp was completely black except for it’s glowing yellow eyes and devilish white grin. It had four legs that went down into sharp points, and four fingers like knives on it’s hands. Michael had no time to waste, so he leapt for Shiango, figuring that the summoner would cause the rift to close if he died. They parried each others blows when the imp leapt on Michael’s back and drove it’s fingers through his shoulders. The action took him by surprise, and as he bent backwards, Shiango drove his blades into the half-demon’s torso, stabbing him repeatedly. The pain, the hate, suddenly it all came rushing up to him at once.
He snapped and the Harbinger took control.
In an instant the flames engulfed him and turned the demon into the foul beast meant to end the world. He grabbed the imp’s arms, and severed one by squeezing it. The other one he used to swing the imp around into the demon that summoned him, also throwing a fist into Shiango’s face, and sending both sailing across the room. It took one slash from his claws to close the rift and kill the imps ready to leave it.
“Ah, Harbinger, we meet again!” Shiango said, walking up to the edge of the pit. The Harbinger growled a deep throated, threatening growl while Mike cursed inside, swearing at himself for losing control.
Michael become suddenly alert when he hear Shiango mutter “I’ve got you right where I want you.” The Harbinger let our a dominating roar as Shiango drove his dagger into a pillar and twisted it, causing all the runes on the wall to glow. Suddenly there was a bright flash, and purple lightning shot into the heart of the Harbinger, causing his threatening roar to become a howl of pain and agony. Inside it felt as if Michael was being electrocuted. Their souls were being drawn farther and farther apart, and Michael could feel all of the demonic energy in him being siphoned out. It took a few moments but soon Michael’s body fell to the ground, his cloak settling as his shaggy brown hair did, his body slightly burned and charred, a purple pyrefly hanging in the air above him holding the soul of the Harbinger inside.
“Mwah ha ha ha ha! Feeble elf! You’re nothing more than a mortal now! My time has come to rise to the ranks of a demigod! And you shall be the first to witness it, as well as the first to die!”
Michael grabbed his Dark Demon Slayer, weak from the power being drained from him and the fatigue from the battle. He used his sword to brace himself as he pulled himself to his feet, watching as Shiango laughed before him. He looked at the orb, in it was the soul of the most foul demon to ever live, but also the one thing that made him special, that made him unique, and that let him save lives. He had wanted to become a mortal long ago so he could live and die like everyone else, for as long as he was immortal, he would have to wonder what his past was like. But to have it happen like this…he was overcome with despair and sorrow. The battle was practically over, but so long as he could move and breath, Michael would never give up the fight. No matter the odds.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 6:36 pm
((Tell me about it...)) Ashe woke up in pain. It felt as if her soul was being torn apart, similar to when Mike had to take the darkness out of her. She curled up into a small ball; or, as small as a dragon could. The darkness inside her was roiling, telling her that Mike was in trouble. When the pain subsided she reached out for him, but the connection was weak. As if it wasn't there, or as if it was outside of him. At least he was still alive.
Mike...
She uncurled herself and shivered. Looking up at the sky she sighed. She wanted to help him, but it was his fight. His pride would be wounded if she showed up.
Then an idea came to her.
There were two things a dragon could do that showed the ultimate trust in someone.
One is to bind the dragon's life with another. By giving someone half their heart links their lives together. It could lengthen the life of the receiver, but should he or she be killed, the dragon would die as well.
The other is to give up their element to someone, giving up most of their magic. This one isn't as binding; as the receiver could also return the magic or it would return at the receiver's death. But for a dragon, their element defines them.
Ashe looked around the clearing and found an old tree. She made her way over to it and started to scratch her side on it, trying to dislodge a scale. It wasn't long before one fell off. She touched the scale with her nose and said in her native tongue, "Si majak wux sia suaco."
The scale glowed silver white and started to hum. Ashe backed away from the scale and, picturing the man she loved, said, "Mike, Nero Angelo." The scale shot off into the waining night, heading towards the half-elf demon.
Ashe smiled before passing out from overtaxing herself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 10:24 pm
((Double post: 1/2))
Michael arched his sword back as he took his sword stance. His vision was slightly blurry from his exhaustion, but he had to fight. Shiango held his hand out as the pulsating orb flew closer to him. Michael lurched forward and leapt into the air, bringing his blade back down. Shiango glared at him as he threw his hand forward, an invisible barrier blocking the sword strike and sending sparks flying. Michael held it for a second before it sent him across the room into a pillar, knocking the wind out of him. Michael scrambled up again and fell over, so tired his legs had minds of their own. He stood up running and thrust his sword at Shiango. The omnipotent demon dodge it effortlessly, and with a swing of his arm his aura sent the young elf sliding across the ground on his face. Michael managed to roll over and gripped his blade. Suddenly time stopped and he was taken back to his elven village.
“Michael, this is the ultimate weapon of our village, the Dark Demon Slayer.”
It was his father.
“This blade was forged eons ago. When held by the hands of a mortal, it can be used to slay a demon and cut through demonic barriers. It is the ultimate weapon against the threat of the underworld.”
“Yes father.”
“But,” his father said turning to him, “it’s strength can only be fully unleashed when held in the hands of a warrior the blade deems worthy of using it. That is why you must train. I believe in you son.”
“Father…”
His father smiled at him and faded back into the ceiling. Michael brought himself up again and gripped the blade. He’d unlock it’s power even if it meant dying. He ran forward and struck Shiango’s barrier. It expanded and sent him flying, but he managed to roll when he hit the ground and stay standing. He tried again with similar results.
“I’m growing weary of your efforts. You’re just too depressing.” the demon said as he pulled his left hand back.
As he threw his hand forward black flames shot out of it. As Michael braced himself for the attack the flames turned red, and he was standing in the middle of a burning forest.
“You bastards! Mom! Dad!……I’ll avenge you! Do you understand you demonic scum! I’ll kill you myself!” Michael bent down and picked up the Dark Demon Slayer, “If you want this blade, I’ll give it to you! Do you hear me! I’ll kill you!!!”
The flames around him turned black as reality snapped back. Suddenly a scale differed the flames, blocking the entire blow. Michael grabbed it and felt the wind swirling around him. Michael held it close to his heart, almost ready to cry.
“Ashe…thank you…and I’m sorry.”
Shiango threw another wave of flames at him, but this time Michael whipped around as he put the scale in his pouch. He threw his own hand out, controlling the wind around him, and caused the flames to crash into the wall next to him. Michael ran at the demon and leapt over him, using the wind to give him extra height as he reached out at the orb. Shiango reared his arm back and delivered a punch to Michael’s chest, sending him flying into a ledge above. Michael spun around and looked back in horror as Shiango absorbed the essence of the Harbinger. As the darkness inside him welled up, he started to levitate as his aura became visible to mortal eyes.
Michael grabbed his blade. He had come so far. Shiango summoned him for his darkness and attacked his friends. Another memory appeared of the demons that destroyed his town. One of them had it’s back turned. As it turned around, Michael saw Shiango’s face, both young and present age in his mind. He gripped his blade tighter. His family, his friends, everyone he cared about had been killed by this evil foe. The rage inside him built up as his left hand started to spark with flame. After Shiango finished him, he’d go for Ashe, either making her his bride or dead or worse. His flames ignited on his hand.
He couldn’t let him do this, he couldn’t let him get away. But he had no powers anymore, his darkness was gone, and wind could only do so much for him. He didn’t see it happen, but as he threw his arm forward the flames turned black before disappearing. He cradled his blade. It was the last thing his family had given him. And he couldn’t even use it to protect the last one he loved. Suddenly, he felt a power growing inside him. He looked at his sword as the silver edges started to sparkle. The edges of the blade lit up and shined, cutting through the darkness around him. The blade became filled with energy. He had done it, he had finally been chosen and had mastered the blade. In his hands he held the Dark Demon Slayer.
“That feeling…no!” Shiango cried as he looked up. Michael dove off the balcony and spun, his newfound powers over wind letting him spin at unknown speeds. Shiango tried to dodge but was too slow, the blade hacked straight through the barrier and grazed his cheek, a spray of blood shooting out of it.
“You’re not so powerful now demon!” Michael shouted with blood across his face. He had cut it head open when he slid headfirst across the floor.
The two began an epic battle. Eons ago a demon and a mortal fought. The battle resulted in a great fissure being made in the planet. The two powers fought with light and darkness. This was a different battle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 10:30 pm
(( 2/2 :Simple stuff left, then I'll wrap it up. maybe only two or three posts left))
Michael used the wind to block Shiango’s darkness and carry his blade through the air. Shiango caught the blade but dropped it as white hot lightning shot up his arm. When he looked back up he was met with a flaming fist. As Michael hit the ground and went back to smack Shiango across his face with the back of his hand his flames changed. As he brought it up he saw darkness moving and figured Shiango had somehow gone for a blow. The darkness hit Shiango across the face and knocked him flat, burning the wound on his cheek closed. Michael looked at his hand. It was coated in his darkness.
“But…but how!? You shouldn’t have anything darkness left in you!?” That’s when he realized what was going on.
“You’re wrong…I was given the darkness to wield, and even in the end I can hold it. You cant take my darkness from me, even in death.”
“We’ll see about that!” Shiango shouted.
Michael ran forward and seized the panicked demon and absorbed some of his old darkness out of him. He cut him with his blade and siphoned more out of him. He stood back and smiled. He knew what he could do now. The black flames engulfed him and as the velvet wings sprung out and a metal claw pierced through it, Shiango knew the battle had turned horribly, horribly against him. Nero Angelo stepped out of the flames, the blade still glowing.
“No…that’s impossible! I sucked the Harbinger’s soul right out of you!”
“The Harbinger takes the form of it’s host…and now,” Michael said as he pointed at Shiango with a smirk, “it has a new body to take the form of.”
Shiango’s face contorted in fear as the other soul inside him went to seize control. He screamed in horror and pain as the demon clawed at his own soul. Michael ran forward and slashed him with his left hand before throwing him into a wall. The wind let him fly lighting fast and rip him from the wall, throwing him into a few pillars before tossing him straight into the air. By now he had absorbed most of Shiango’s darkness. He transformed back into his elven form, and caught the demon over the pit by the throat, his blade firmly planted in the demon‘s stomach. Suddenly, a memory occurred.
Michael was standing in a forest clearing, holding Shiango the same way he was in the present time. His body charged up with flames, burning his body all over before they seeped into him. There was a flash, and everything around the area died in a huge explosion of flames, leaving a large crater in the ground. Michael flashed back to reality and held Shiango firmly, the demon being too weak from holding the Harbinger back to cause much of a struggle. Michael’s legs started to turn jet black as he began to overload his body. He pulled out the scale and put her wind into it before sending it back to Ashe. Now that he had realized his darkness was back he tried to cause her to listen.
“Ashe…run Ashe. Run as far as you can. Hurry.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 10:06 am
((Let's not try and drag it out though...Then we'll never want it to end))
Ashe's eyes fluttered open. There was a voice in her head, telling her to run. But to her tired body, she didn't register it as Mike's. That was, until her scale, her wind returned.
Mike...?
She struggled to get up, tried to force her tired limbs to move. Taking her half-dragon form she tried to summon up all her wind and darkness. But even with the help of her magic she could only manage a broken, jerky flight.
She kept to the shadows, keeping away from the demons. She made it to the gate before she collapsed again. Lucky for her she landed in a small crevasse in the rocks, safe from view.
Mike, I'm sorry. I can't go any further, she said, passing out again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:19 pm
((BTW, this is the song that has inspired my character and his personality from the get-go, based both off of the feel and the english translations of this song, and myself and how it makes me feel. So listen and I hope you understand my character deeper because of it!)) Michael held the demon high as his body started to turn black. The darkness had worked its way over his hips and was climbing. In his hands he held the weakened beast that had ruined his former life. His memory went back over a century, but time in the Inferno is different from time in this existence. He might have been dead for over two hundred years, or five, or even a millennia! His family, his heritage, the history of him and his clan lost in the sands of time forever all because of this one demon’s actions!
He replayed the memory in his mind. He was back in the burning forest, holding a younger looking Shiango in the air by his neck, his stomach pierced with the unpowered Dark Demon Slayer, almost exactly like he was now.. Michael’s body was on fire, the flames slowly curling up his body, turning his skin into molted rock. He was completely engulfed when the memory stopped, the moment he had died.
And now here he was, in almost the exact same spot. In his hands he held the demon, and was charging up his final attack. When he was a mortal, his ultimate move was the Hellfire, an ironic twist of fate since the attack cased him to go there. Now, it was Oblivion, an attack that left nothing in it’s wake, destroying and decimating anything within the blast. Shinago transformed into the Harbinger for a moment, his armor reappearing and warping into a grotesque form before he regained control and transformed back.
“Ironic that the beginning of your end is the same was as the end itself, isn’t it Shiango.”
“What…what are you talking about…you…” Shiango croaked, unable to finish his insult.
“I don’t know, how long ago it was, but you do remember burning my home, my village to the ground, and not long after that we fought-”
“Right…you eliminated…my original generals.” he muttered.
“And then, I used all of my power to try to destroy you!”
Michael drove his sword deeper as he squeezed Shiango’s throat, a gurgling sound coming from the demon he held.
“But you didn’t die…and then, while I was burning in the tormenting flames of the Inferno, you summoned a demon, and by some odd twist of menacing fate the Fallen One chose me to be his ultimate servant, but lost control during the summoning…and here I stand.”
“You are…the same elf…and I-”
“That’s r-right,” Michael said as the darkness spread over his chest, “you brought about your own destruction.”
The darkness was crawling up his neck now, his extended arm starting to turn black. His clothes had turned black, and even his shadow seemed to have receded into his body. Meanwhile the force inside him was ready to explode, his insides feeling like they were bleeding and on fire at the same time. He funneled the pain and hurt into his physical strength, nearly snapping the demon’s neck in his hand. The flames were crawling up over his cheeks and up his face.
A memory came suddenly. His last words to Shiango before he had died. “Give my regards to the Fallen.”
“Shiango…” Michael muttered as the darkness engulfed his body. The demon looked down, struggling to stay breathing.
“Give my regards to the fallen.” Michael whipped his head up, his eyes flashing open as they went from pure white to jet black.
His memories suddenly flashed. He saw his mother, his father, his friends and family in the village, the elven girl who was his first love, the demons, the Inferno, the Fallen, the white roses, people had met and saved, the king, the generals, Shiango. The last thing he saw, was Ashe, turning to him and smiling.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:23 pm
~The explosion was cataclysmic. A large black sphere expanded all around the demonic fortress. The dust on the ground rose into the air as it tore across the landscape before getting sucked into the infinite blackness. It stopped expanding a few hundred yards from where Ashe lay, the thunderous roar going silent. There was a large inhaling noise as the sphere quickly collapsed, followed by a blinding flash. As the light faded a giant crater had been imbedded in the ground. Some of the remaining tunnel systems were left untouched, almost as if the ground had been carefully sliced out. There was no flames, no burning, no sizzle. The clouds above were black, when suddenly million and millions of pyreflies floated towards the ground.
They were the trapped souls that the two demons had inside them. The souls were now free to return to their resting places, gently floating back towards the ground and disappearing in a flicker of light. Each little light has a little chime noise as they sparkled full of life, each one different because each soul was different. One floated towards the planet, a deep dark purple color, and instead of a bright aura flickering off of it, it was jet black. As it hit the center of the crater the flames around it puffed out as it went back to it’s rightful plain.
At last, the battle was over.~
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:30 pm
Ashe lay in pure whiteness. Or at least she floated in it. Suddenly faces of people she had never seen, places she's never been to flashed before her. An Elven woman and Human male, Elves and their village, a young Elven girl, Darkness, Fires and the First Fallen, roses, faces without features, the king, the Vampire and two others, Shinago. Realizing that she was being washed in Mike's memories she turned around. There behind her was Mike. She smiled at him and moved towards him, but something grabbed her from behind and yanked her back. Before her Mike slipped into darkness.
She didn't stir when during the explosion, but when she did there was a little pink pyrefly on her nose. For some reason it brought up the image of the young Elven girl from Mike's memories.
"Nigh," Ashe struggled to get out of the niche. She made it to the center of the crater, just in time to watch the black pyrefly wink out.
"MIKE!"
There were tears streaming out of her eyes. She had taken her true form and roared out her pain. The sky roiled with her cry, the wind carried it far out to the sea.
The guards of the desert town had kept watch during the night knew what the blast meant, and the cry that came afterwards.
Adrock and his mate looked up when they heard the cry. He could not understand why she would shed tears over a demon, especially one as powerful and evil as that one. His mate kept quite though, her heart in pain at her daughter's sorrow.
Once the cry ran itself out, Ashe lay down her head, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. It wasn't the final sleep, but one of extreme exhaustion and pain.
((I say she would sleep for three or four days straight. It would take that long for the villagers of the desert town to make it up the mountain.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:18 pm
((No need, it's gonna end in a few in story minutes))
It seemed to happen slowly at first, but the souls that didn’t touch the ground began to hover over the crater. They started to join together, their combined light getting a little bit brighter. The more that came together, the faster they started to join. Suddenly hundreds of them began to fly towards the growing light. It wasn’t noticeable, but as the hundreds and hundreds of pyrflies started to collect into one they began to take a form. There were short legs and what looked like arms soon became wings. As they started to collect more rapidly, the shape increased in detail and size. Suddenly the body lit up, and as the light shout out into small specks of light, it was obvious what they had recollected as.
There, levitating above the crater, was Nero Angelo, taking his first breath for the third time.
Suddenly he went crazy, thousands of voices in his head all speaking at the same time. He clutched his head and took off towards the sky, shouting in pain and fear and confusion. He had nearly hit the clouds when the parted, and a blinding light shined down upon him. He hung there in midair, bathed in the light of Paradise. It gave him energy and strength, the light also shining on the young dragon below, raising her from her exhausted slumber to the miracle before her. All the voices stopped, his arms fell of his head and hung out off his sides. He felt himself being transformed by the light, and accepted it’s gift.
The skintight leather on his right arm pealed back into a more eye pleasing look, becoming smooth as the gold ring around his wrist received carvings of his old elven lineage. His sharp and fierce metallic left arm melted back into a golden gauntlet with similar engravings around the wrist, going all the way up his forearm as a bracer. His pointed boots dissolved into glorious armored boots that the richest knights in the land would marvel upon, and the gold traveled up his shins, the same beautiful engravings on them.
As the skin on his stomach began to peel off into the same black fiber that was covering the rest of his body now, the rib-like armor on his torso mended together and spread up his chest, forming a golden plate that spread over onto his shoulders and around his back. His sharp teeth receded into his jaw, his eyes changing a bright blue, and his hair becoming tame and white as his bandana became neat and gold, becoming a long tassel off the back of his head.
Finally, his demonic wings started to change. The red velvet dissipated into the air, the sharp points retracted, and as he pulled them back and flapped them forward, they were covered with white feathers. He extended them out as far as they could go, and two wings came out from behind and rose up while another set went down. He had gone from a demon born straight from hell, into a blessed seraph, an angel blessed with the power of The Creator, the chosen of the most chosen.
Slowly and gently he glided down to his treasured companion. He landed softly in front of her and smiled at her. He had earned redemption. Inside he could still feel the darkness, but he also knew that he had light in him, a light that would never go out. He was now Nero Angelo, Michael, and now a Seraph, and could transform at will thanks to the Creator. It took no effort, no magic. He had gotten more than he had ever wanted from the time he had started this journey. And now…there was one thing left.
He smiled at the young dragon. He wanted to tell her now that he loved her. His wings folded behind him and became a long wide white cloak. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them his vision was blurred by tears.
“Ashe, I…I.” he said as he choked on his words. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he seized her in his arms, hugging her tightly as tears streamed down his face.
“I thought I’d never see you again…I thought it was over, that I was going back to the Inferno…and now I can stay here with you and…I’m glad…”
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:37 pm
Ashe took her half dragon form as she felt Mike's arms around her. Her own arms wrapped around him. "I thought so too," she whispered, tears once again making tracks down her face.
Thanks to the light that had also bathed her she felt all her strength return. She felt as giddy as a hatchling and started to laugh. The Creator may have given her a gift, may have changed her as well. But she didn't care. The best gift he had given to her was right here, holding her in his arms.
Knowing that there could be no words to justify her feelings at that moment she took Mike's face in her hands and kissed him squarely on the lips.
Don't ever leave me again, she said through their connection.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:10 pm
Ashe’s embrace made Michael feel as though he was in a dream. Then, when she kissed him, a new chapter of his life had started to become written, a new piece inside of him being born. Now, he belonged to her for all eternity.
I’ll always be beside you. Always, he said through his heart after her words echoed to him.
I love you.
He held her hands and looked into her eyes, speaking softly and saying “It’s over…but I still have much to do. I still don’t know all that has happened in my past, my memories still scattered like a broken chain. I can’t sit still and not know what my past is like, what my life was like when I was a mortal.”
He looked down at their hands, “But I don’t want to start over, I don’t want to go searching alone…”
“I don’t want to go on without you…” he said as he looked at her sadly.
Ashe looked at Mike and smiled wolfishly, "Who said anything about going alone?" She playfully nibbled his lip and added, "I'm not letting you out of my sight."
He smiled at her, for the first time in eons knowing what it was like to be completely in love with another being. He turned and faced the crater with her, the dust still settling inside of it and blowing off the rim.
“Shiango’s dead…” Michael said standing tall.
“Mmm…Hiannon is safe at last.” Ashe said, a gentle breeze blowing as the gray clouds parted into a blue sky.
“The king will be glad to hear it.” Michael said happily. He reached out with his left hand and took Ashe’s, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. “Shall we?”
She looked at him and smiled, and together they walked back towards the desert village to get supplies before they headed off to see the king again.
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