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 Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 9:17 am
Nathaniel_Graves " I don't care, He's still guilty of something, all humans are." ::Lust paused for a moment, snagging the mention of that one word out of the group.:: ...We dont have a demon for that.::She mentioned flatly, and then paused as her mind rolled deeper into the subject.:: But isnt guilt subjective? What I see as a crime, you may not, and what you do not, I may...correct? ::It was more of a rhetorical question as she didnt really allow time for an answer before continuing.:: For example, these humans, they're guilty of many a crime. And for that, they should be punished...but...::She took a few steps toward him, gently placing her finger on his shoulder.:: You, are standing here in Hell. Banished, from Heaven. Doesnt that make you...::Her finger slid gently down from shoulder, to chest but she'd stop at his stomach as she seductively slipped out a word.:: ...Guilty.::She stepped back, folding her arms slightly in front of her chest.:: ...Do you need to be punished too?---- I love it!::Lucifer said with a smile, trying to hold back his excitement and keep the meeting as formal, and classy as it should be.:: Your broken, and yet you function not worse, but better off for it. ::He twirled the shards betwix his fingers a bit more.:: Your a standing testament to the flaw in His creation, he creates beings with one soul, one mind. And yet you my dear, you have survived Hell, and even managed a friendly tea session with The Devil, himself.::Click, click, click, his fingers tapped the shards ever so gently atop the table as he sipped the tea.:: You know that gives me a wonderful idea. What would happen if--::Click, his index finger and middlefinger lifted and fell letting Micheal and Anthony's shards rest directly beside each other.:: I--::His ring and pink fingers rose and fell letting Sherrie, sit beside the others. The rough edges of their shards, just barely fitting, like a sort o damaged jigsaw puzzle. Lucifer continued.:: --fit you all...back...together.::She smirked a most devilish smirk as his red eyes met Sheryl's dead on. True, her gaze was intense, an intensity he enjoyed.::
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 4:46 pm
" Don't you realise something Lust? I already am being punished." He said coldly, " I can honestly think of nothing worse than being so far from my post, even while I hate the one who took me from there." Nathan said, taking a step away from her hand after amoment, struggling not to glare at her. Hadn't he made that matter quite clear already?
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 5:25 am
Nathaniel_Graves "--While I hate the one who took me from there." ::She said triumphantly, though oddly it seemed as if her realization was not based on the current subject.:: Thats why Lucifer was so sure you'd make the perfect Wrath.::She laughed trying her very best to force the laugh down from the somewhat boisterous tone it had taken.:: Gabriel hated Father, it was that hate that fueled his rage. But, we were made to love him...to serve him, it was only a matter of time before his design won out....but you...::She paused running a long slender finger across her bottom lip.:: ...oh you...::A slight flick of the finger, as it moved down her chin.:: ...You hate...yourself. I mean it was you who lifted that sword against the mortals. You who abandoned the post you held for millenia. You who took it upon yourself to play judge...knowing full well that that is His job. You hate yourself and that hate fuels a rage with not be so easily snuffed.::That damned laugh, quite literally so considering their location, rose up again and for a moment she induldged it, bending over just slightly to slap her hand against her thigh.:: ...oh dear sweet Morningstar thats beautiful. Wrath could kill anything that angered him. You cant kill the one thing that angers you so because it'll cost you your life! Infinite rage! Infinite self loathing! Its beautiful really.::She laughed off the final few chuckle, and then ran a hand up adjust a few stray strans o hair.:: Yet still, your position was an afront to your potential, your free now, your torture has finally ended.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 2:57 pm
" Freedom....." He snorted, " I'm not that big a fool to beleive that i'm any more free here than I was up there. If I back out now, Lucifer will kill me, and if he doesn't, then HE will." Nathaniel said, shaking his head some.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 6:24 am
Quote: I-- --fit you all...back...together.
::A look of horror crosses Sherrie's face as she hurredly puts down the tea cake.:: Combine us?....Put us back...together? ::She stands abruptly, how the chair was not knocked over is anyone's guess. She staggers back a few feet, right hand flying to her chest.:: Tha....That would break her. We'd.......be lost. That can't happen. ::Sherrie suddenly screams in agony and falls to the ground holding her head, inside her mind a brief white light flashes and the images of all of them starts floating in front of her and she is baraged with the horrible realization of what would happen if they were combined. Who said futuristic sight was fun?::
---At the same time---
WHAT?!?!?!? No. That can't happen. Has he lost his mind? I have a feeling he didn't have it in the first place. Now be quite or he will do it just to spite you. Of course,::sneer audible in his voice:: always the patient one, always the one who could sit by and wait for his demise. Well I'm not going to have it ::and with that blue streaks flash off of Michael's orb, arcing towards Lucifer.::
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 8:26 am
::Lust shook her head back and forth sending black locks of hair gently cascading over her pale face. And with a gently motion of her dainty hand she pulled the locks back behind either ear and smiled.::
Is that what you want Nathaniel? Freedom?
::She laughed, the concept of true freedom was a joke for most angels. They were born, and lived, to serve. But the smile on her face was born of an entirely different realization.::
You've denied the position we offer, and you've denied the position given to you above. I see no reason why Lucifer would want you dead, and you just moments ago stood before Micheal himself, the Archangel...if He wanted you dead, dear brother you would be only a memory.
::Her fingers danced in the air to a beat only she heard in the back of her mind.::
So is that what you want? Life amongst.....them?
::And she deftly gestured upwards to the mortals scurrying about they're day to day lives.::
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::Ahh, the shrill scream of a little girl. Soothing as the first day it trickled into his dark ashy ears. His free hand rose up and began dangling across the air as if play playing to a dark symphony. Civility had begun to slip, until the blue tentacles reached toward Lucifer face, from his palm.::
My dear little one, I do believe your others severely lack your flourishing manners. Like this one here...
::He held up the blue shard, it resting between his index finger and thumb, whilst the others stood in his palm. Its fibers reaching toward him. Pushing through his aura, but moving none the less and he spoke.::
He needs to learn, to keep his hands, to...
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::The words above and the following words were made quite audible in the little world the group of aspects had been placed in. This most final word was spoken with a more firey, aggravated tone.::
...himself!
::Thus began the most audible cracking sound, like glass being pushed and crushed against glass. Perhaps crushed is too harsh a word. More like...fused. As Lucifers grip on the shards tightened, being as glass shards the inner of his hand was deeply gashed as he squeezed them, and that blood itself hardened into a sort of crystalline glue to hold the shards together.
In their tiny world, they would quickly see their reality shatter, it was as if the world had been rammed into by another world, a dark red world as twisted and warped as can be. Literally, what was once their in their view was peeled away and was replaced with a sickening twisted version of itself.
The table just before them quickly moved from a beautiful table, to a rusted shaft of metal dripping with blood and covered in jagged edges. The table didnt truly look like this, but perception was being warped as they were being...corrupted, so to speak. It was once believed that the psychotic mind sees the world in a very different way then we do. As the shards would soon be sharing one mind, they shared Lucifers vision of the world.
And then suddenly it stopped. Their reality half twisted and mangled and half normal, as normal has Hell can be. The shard would find their...inner visions of themselves literally tied together but as of yet not forced to be one. Lucifer had stopped. Perhaps this was just a warning...::
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 8:50 am
::The images of them floated in front of Sherrie, then they started overlapping, becoming ever so slowly transparent. Then they started combining. Cheryl and Sherrie's images melded, making the innocent little girl Sherrie once was. Then she saw herself meld with Anthony. From that came a young thirteen year old boy, feminine features, slight build and a look in green/violet eyes that belied his physical years. Then that image faded and Michael came into view and then Veronica and the process repeated themselves with them. They melded and standing was a six-foot-tall muscular woman, red eyes glowing with blue lightning coming from the inner depths. Then the boy came back in view and the images became transparent and they started to meld but the second the two images went to overlay blinding white light bounced off the two, as if the two were in such contrast to each other that the simple touching of the two caused lightning to be made from the friction. Then Keelan appeared between the two, softly glowing white. The two reached out and touched her, and melded into her. Keelan's stature stayed the same, her wings and hair remained silver but her eyes, oh how her eyes changed. The base changed to a startling spring green that slowly faded to a dull seafoam which changed to a flat lilac which slowly changed to a brilliant royal purple and then back again to green, this repeated itself over and over, never stopping. And then lightning bolts appeared scattered in these calm colors, playing out from the pupils, alternating from flashing ruby to electrifying cobalt. Her eyes always in motion, always hypnotising with its mesmerizing pattern. And then, finally the entire image faded and Sherrie was once again looking at Lucifer, holding Michael in one hand and Cheryl and Anthony in the other.:: Please....please let them go. ::Sherrie for the first time since she became two, honestly looked like a lost seven-year old girl. Her face wet with clear, crystalline tears that were hardening into the purest of diamonds the second they hit the ground, her eyes holding a haunted look that spoke of past hurts and pains done to her.:: Please... just leave us in peace. And then Sherrie could stand no more and allowed herself to sink into the black, restful void that awaited her. As she let go, the white dress, hair clips, shoes and pearls unformed and settled once again on Keelan's skin; the purple faded once again to silver and her body changed back into Keelan's slim womanly figure. And there she lay.::
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 8:23 am
" I don't know how long there would be mortals if I was released up there....and I couldn't bear giving up Harbinger." He said, reaching up to take the little floating orb out of the air. " And besides, would I not implode if made mortal?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 11:30 am
::Lucifer paused. The look on his face quite literally dumbfounded. Its like peeling the sheets of your bed only to find a duck and a monkey sleeping beneath. The duck grunts, and the monkey quacks and then both run off leaving you with exactly the sort of expression which sat upon Lucifers face. A look which one could say painted the words "What the hell?", but the pun in painting such words would be to great, all things considered.
It wasnt the images themselves, just as a duck and a monkey themselves are not odd things. It was the order and violent nature of their coming. Like visions bombarded across the poor girls mind and all he did was ask a question. How could a simple a question have that sort of--
Oh, thats right. He was doing it as they spoke. How silly of him to forget. He almost missed the fact that the tiny girl had suddenly grown into a full woman. He was bathing in the blood seeping from his hand and wrapping around the shards forming was seemed to be a partial ball, or rather...3/5th's of a ball. He still need a bit more to make this mission complete.
He had to admit that adding a bit of himself to the mix was a most devious idea. But, after being so viciously, and yet voraciously bombarded with such images he couldnt restrain his curiousity. Which of those beings would he see, what would become of the woman before him? What of the firey warrior before? Or the wise child after? Questions, questions and so little patience.
Keelan had taken to the floor, her voice weak...her spirit aching. Her mind quivering. Lucifer slipped from his chair and around the table, he crept ever closer holding the partially formed red crystalline ball in his hand, with the 3 shards so delicately placed within it. She begged him to leave her be, and a look of concern came across Lucifers face. What seemed to be only the most honest look of deep worry. His ashy dark lips slipped open letting free embers and a single, simple, word....::
Why?
::Without further adu or further warning his right hand shot forward at the womans chest. The hand yet still held the partially completed soul ball, but as it stood he couldnt complete it with the other pieces still in another vessel. This wasnt meant to be a deep dive but rather a quick burst. For a moment his arm seemed to go semi-transparent as it aimed to enter, and almost immediately after exit, the womans chest. On exiting, the remaining shards would be ripped free from their home, and make a new home in Lucifers left hand.
Of course, without a soul most bodies die. This is usually a painful process and takes quite a few minutes of unending agony to be finalized, but the Morningstar wasnt going to stay and watch it. With a clap, he would smack both hands together aiming to squish the newly acquired soul shards into the corrupted soul ball, and forge a new...unbroken, single soul. A soul heavily corrupted of his own foul iccor of a personality. In a single, dark, heavy tuft of putrid smog from his hands, a single red ball would remain where fragments once were. Whether or not corruption had take place was yet to be seen, red was simply he color it took because of Lucifers influence.
With his prize completed, Lucifer shoved the new soul into Keelans writhing body, and waited to see who...or what, would awaken.::
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::Lilith laughed, oh she laughed quite the laugh.::
Oh dear brother, your "mortal" now. I could kill you, if I really truly desired it. Only He has ever been a true immortal. You'll learn to live with them, killing all that you see is quick way to join the piles of bodies you create.
::She stifled a giggle, a battlefield full of dying and dead angels...a beautiful thought. But highly off topic.::
The decision is really yours to make. But father gave us each free will when he cast us out. Far be it from me, or Lucifer to remove that...
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 3:22 pm
Nathaniel arched an eyebrow slowly before snorting," Whatever....I will be a soldier in his army, but not the general. I don't like being in a position of leadership. To much at risk if you die." He said, shrugging alittle, Harbinger bobbing some with the shrug.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:11 am
Nathaniel_Graves Nathaniel arched an eyebrow slowly before snorting," Whatever-- ::Lilith almost seemed insulted.:: What do you mean, "whatever"?::Though she mosty controlled her more...demonic nature, a few embers could be seen sifting from her quickly drying lips. The once lucious red faded as the familiar hellfire glow beamed from within her mouth with every word.:: You want to revenge but you wont lead. You want power, but you wont take it. You want bloodshed, but you walk away from it! Whatever?! You know, I dont think you know what you want! I dont think you know anything at all!::Yeah, she was insulted. Funny though, no floaty ball appeared around her as it had Lucifer and even Wrath.::
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:39 pm
" You're right, do you? Can you know my mind? I prefer to get that which I want with my own skills, not because someone sat there and decreed it so. Wrath could have ripped me apart, but he backed down for some reason. Why? What made him do that, do tell me madam. You claim that I am the perfect wrath, yet I fell no anger at anyone but myself. How does that make me a good wrath? Shouldn't I hate everyone else then?" He asked, walking forward and pressing her back against the elevator wall, glaring down at her. Nathaniel knew he couldn't intimidate her, but he would damn well try, even if it meant his death.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 11:00 pm
::Indeed he leaned, but this was Lust. She was no stranger to close physical contact, or at least she was no stranger to being in close proximity to people, be they male, female, demon, or worse. She didnt move back, not an inch, even if it meant a fight.::
Clueless...
::She spat the word dripping with disdain.::
Gabriel was anger at his life. His choice, and Hell itself for being wrought. And worst off, that he could do nothing to fix it. So he induldged in his hate.
::Her hands opened and closes rythmically, with each tight fist and open palm a series of snaps were heard as her knuckles popped continuously.::
If he destroyed Hell, if he stopped to take responsibility or his actions he would fail. You hate "the person responsible" for you losing your position. Thats you. That anger enthralls you, I believe it was you who said you'd destroy all the mortals a moment ago.
::Strangely enough, as if they had simply built up just that much friction, her hands were beginning to glow a very very faint red.::
We knew he wouldnt kill a brother, especially not one wasnt responsible for his position, or disposition. Why would he worsen his sins? You were used to remove a weak link. Get used to it. If your a solider or a general, you take orders. Like a DOG. Now BACK UP before I have to put the dog to SLEEP.
::Liliths right hand now glowed a very deep red and was lifted slightly as if it was a claw of some sort. Yet her painted nails really didnt seem like they'd make good weapons.::
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:01 am
::Fortunately only for Keelan she was not awake for this, lost in the void that is her mind. When Lucifer placed his hand in her chest to grasp the shards he felt something surprising, especially when he only pulled out 2 orbs; there was no "soul" within Keelan. Here she was, laying there alive, breathing, non-forming, yet there was no "spark" within her.
The 5 orbs melded easily within Lucifer's grasp, screams of pain and horror emitting and combining into one continious wail of anguish as the red orb is thrust into Keelan's chest. As the last touch of Lucifer's hand fades from her skin, a bright, blinding light erupts from her chest and fills the room. At first it flashes white, then in the light starts appearing swirls of emerald, and pale and dark amethyst. The colors consume the white and then the light turns into a fog and surrounds Keelan, making her body temporarily concealed. When the fog thins a boy of about 13 is lying on the floor, looking exactly like in Sherrie's vision. As the boy slowly starts stirring, a scintillating orb the colors of the fog erupt from the boy's chest and the fog flashes to cobalt and ruby, once again concealing Keelan. When the fog fades this time the female warrior is sitting, weapons crossed in her lap and glaring at Lucifer. Suddenly a look of pain crosses her face the the fog turns into the blackest of shadow as everything in the room is enveloped by it.
Nothing is seen.
Nothing is heard.
No shriek of pain, no whimper of anguish.
Then a slight russle of chain and two small glints of light
The shadows start rushing back to Keelan, but it isn't Keelan standing there. It isn't Michael, Anthony, Cheryl, Sherrie or Veronica. It isn't even the tall warrior or the calm, quite child. Standing in the middle of the room where Sherrie had fallen stands a woman 5'9" tall; pale, clear skin; lips a fiery red like the setting sun; eyes like two obsidian rocks, no white, no color; shadows draped around her like an evening gown made from the deepest voids; wings holding no silver to them, and they also seeming to be made of the shadows that surround her; hair pitch black, as if it is sucking in the light around her and letting none of it back out; no weapons; and then tink, tink, tink. The shadows clear and shackles are seen on the girls wrist, arms shoulder width apart with a chain running up to a collar attached to her neck. Two orbs dance above her head, the one from the boy and now one from the warrior. They hover and then meld into her, but the woman does not change. She takes just one step towards Lucifer, kneels with complete grace in front of Him, face void of any emotion; and with shadows swirling around her, eyes glistening from an inner, untapped force, she says in the calmest and quietest of voices...:
And what do You wish of me?
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:43 am
" Then do it." He said, holding his arms out as if crucified, practically daring her to. Nathan would be out of all this one way or the other, and he really didn't appreciate being called a dog. At all. So he would end it this way, pissing someone off and letting them kill him, easy enough in hell, where everyones anger could be ignited with a few well chosen words.
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