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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 2:26 pm
The holy cross bore the lord Jesus. Slice in half with a single stroke. The light sound of a click. Kire stood as the crss fell down o the floor with a sicking thud, and cracking the floor broads. He stood holding a long nodachi katana in a long dark blue trench coat. His white hair pushed back it slightly spiked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 8:12 am
The Arch Angel enters the building, noticing damage down he drops to a knee. Closing his eyes he prays. When his eyes open There is a blinding flash and every thing within the church his fixed. He walks over to a bench and sits in solitude. His head bowed always he never looked at the son of the holy throne. He felt bad for the life that jesus led. He died for the sins of many who are taking advantage of it. Some of which dont even believe he exists. Though that was fine, because that is what he died for. So many can have many different beliefs. Still it seemed wrong to denounce him as so many do. he shakes his head then bows it further and prays in his arcane language.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 12:26 pm
rook walks in silently with alan close behind.as the sit in a back pew rook says ouietly"this,alan,is called a church in laments terms.it is where people-humans mostly-come to praise there beliefs,in this case jesus christ."
alan nodded at rook said,even though he was young he understood what people said and what things meant.
after a few moments of silence they both left.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 1:59 pm
After confession and prayer, The arch angel stands up, bows once more, and takes his leave. After all this time, he was still loyal to the holy throne, or doing right/the work of god. Even after he was sent to hell, he was the demon of loyalty, yet he stayed an angel, even in hell he was loyal to the throne, often fighting lord yawgmoth in the battle of good vs. evil.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:46 am
Vincent stood at the doorway of the church pondering his past and fighting the urge to enter. He had fought the turmoil within since he had fallen from grace. He had kept to the shadows for so many years unable to watch the cringe people tried to hide when he stepped into the light. He had so many questions as to why he was punished. Why he had been thrown from the hand of God and branded with a curse.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:39 am
Star found herself walking around a lot lately but on this day, she saw in front of a church what looked to be Vincent. As she got closer she could see it was him. She wanted to run up to him but then he looked like he was in deep thought, so she stayed off to the distance a little pondering what her next action would be.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 2:54 pm
Vincent dropped to his knees. His strong shoulders rose up and down in a jerking motion causing his massive wings to tremble. Kneeling, he buried his face in his hands to try to take control of his emotions. In a loud booming voice he cried out.
"My sweet Jesus, why have you forsaken me?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 11:09 pm
Without realizing what had happened to her, the Holy Spirit took over her body, and Star could be hear from miles away praising God singing,
This is the air I breathe
This is the air I breathe
Your holy presence living in me
(repeat)
And I, I'm desperate for you
And I, I'm lost without you
This is my daily bread
This is my daily bread
Your very Word
spoken to me
(repeat)
And I, I'm desperate for you
And I, I'm lost without you
(repeat)
This is the air that I breathe
By the end of the song, she was finding herself fully emersed in the Holy Spirit prasing God just feet away from her boyfriend who seemed to be having a serious talk with God, so, she just continued in her love for God trying not to disturb Vince
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:19 am
The fallen remained just at the threshold of the old church. He wasn't aware what entering would do to him...if anything at all. The human singing reminded him of chiming bells or perhaps the harps that used to awake him from his slumber. His wings flexed as he tried to compose himself.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 6:51 am
Although she had never been here before, she was quickly falling in love with this place. She could praise the Lord with all of her might without being judged. As she continued praising a new song started comming out of her mouth: I found her staring at the rain
And asking why it has to hurt so bad
Where's the limit to the pain
Her heart can take before it breaks in half?
I wanted to be strong enough to hold her
And show her the way
But she's so far out of reach
And now all I can do is pray...
Can You spare an angel tonight
Send a little help from Your side
'Cause somebody's lost down here
Let him wing his way through the dark
Carry some of Your love into her heart
Can You spare an angel
Spare an angel
Spare an angel
She wanders further in the dark
Feels the cold, hears the thunder cry
While the rain keeps pouring down
Her only answer from the lonely sky
And she has no idea how much You love her
Or how much You care
So would You choose one of Your best
To be the answer to my prayer?
Can You spare an angel tonight
Send a little help from Your side
'Cause somebody's lost down here
Let him wing his way through the dark
Carry some of Your love into her heart
Can You spare an angel
Spare an angel
Spare an angel
Oh, I don't know what else to pray this time
Maybe an angel can lead her lonesome heart away to Jesus side As the words came out of her mouth, the spirit led her to interperet the words by means of dance. At the end of the song she would be found kneeling beside the fallen outside the door to the church deep in prayer.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 3:37 pm
He raised his head a bit to watch this woman with all the love she held for this Lord God who'd cast him from the heavens. Anger fueled him, curiosity intertwined.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 2:53 am
Soon, Star could be found speaking in tongues. She had never done this before. God was really working on her. She didn't acknowledge the eyes she felt on her. She wanted this moment with her Abba (daddy). Jesus had done so much for her and what had she done for him in return? She had to ponder that thought because she hadn't done much she could think of for the sacrifice of all sacrifices.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:56 pm
Yawgmoth avoided this place for obvious reasons. It symbolized everything he was against. Light, hope, kindness. But yet, tonight he was drawn here. It was pretty run down having not been visited by many for quite some time. The Dark Titan almost wondered if the old priest who used to be here was still alive or still here for that matter. Why would he be? No one ever came. Starring at the cross on the back wall Yawgmoth noticed something strange. A purple mist. Stepping closer he stopped as the mist took a solid shape. The upper half of a humanoid with deep eyes. A voice he heard before beckoned. "So you came. I did not believe my presence would go undetected as I planned. After all, it is much to contain. I find it amusing, these new gods have such devoted worshippers and yet, those who worship them do not seem to fear them. How amusing this universe has become." the Old God said. Yawgmoth's dark aura began to strengthen getting ready to defend himself. "Why do you draw us here? We were hoping you'd fled to whatever twisted ends of the universe your kind hangs out in. Why bother returning?" he seethed. The Old God seemed to quiet for a moment. "My kind? There are few left. Just like your kind. There are probably only eight or nine of you left." he said with a laughter. Yawgmoth stood stunned. What did he mean, 'his' kind ?
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 5:05 pm
* Ali kicked the church doors open and let his Revolver hammer out the 12 bullets they had combined at the figure with only it's upper body seemingly solid.
Ali had felt the presence while out on a walk and had rushed the little distance to the church, considering the power of the presence to be that of a dangerous and potential hostile foe. Better to shoot first and ask questions later in that case.*
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 5:12 pm
Every bullet would be almost...eaten by the 'skin' of the divine being if one could call it that. A hallow laughter filled the church room. Shaking its ethereal finger at Ali it spoke. "Oh come now Aliator. You are a smarter man than that. Do you really think anything you do will cause any harm?" it said in a cocky manner. A fierce glow of violet light was coming from Aliator's side but it was not caused by the old god, it was Yawgmoth charging an orb that would be less than a foot from Aliator's head. "He is about to tell us something deathly important. If you cause him to leave or actually do manage to end his existence before we find out, we will end everything about you personally. Once we know what we want, hes yours. Now back off." he said in a deep and cold tone. There were few things about the universe and the workings of things Yawgmoth didn't understand, but the biggest mystery was, of course, himself. Watching the two square off the Old God seemed amused. "You mortal creatures. So amusing. Now then. As I was saying, yes only eight or nine of you left now. You have brothers and sisters Yawgmoth. Will this not make your mortal holidays more special to know you actually have real family to spend it with? Hahaha." the old god mocked causing Yawgmoth to grow angrier but refusing to budge until Ali stood down, at least...for the time.
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