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OOC: WARNING for those of you feint of heart there is a tad bit of sudgestive material in this post if you have any problems with it I will change it but please just tell me that there is an issue instead of attempting to break my neck. It's there as it helps bring into light the true evil of a race of demons. Everyone in rp's tries to make the honorable demon. A demon is a spwan of evil and thus honor is useless to them, In absolute truth demons or pure evil in all it's ways just like christians views of the devil. I'm not about to make something evil look honarable or good instead I will play the Last-Soul-Demon as a true spawn of evil like he is naturaly. Also alike to how demons truthfully are.




This time running through the city the sounds of heavy batle lay behind him as the main event unfolded. He ran however to he lost platoon that was in over it's head. It didn't take but a minute for him to realize he was being pursued. He wasn't using any more soul energy so he would not be as fast as he liked. In fact all the heavy armor slowed him enough so the damned little humans where faster. He cursed his luck and turned. The advantage of his armor however was weapons with no power and not of a pristine make, could not even scratch the armor. Thus these humans where doomed. They didn't have the strength either to scratch it. It was fused by the combined souls of the Arch' (Devils and Arch Angels. Basically the same power. Demons
When Garakon turned his cloak flew into the first two humans who crumpled onto the ground with screams escaping the cloak. It was not visable what was happening but it was obvious no one would want to be within their shoes. The other pursuers all charged slashing but getting annihilated by the pair. In a matter of seconds the had all died. Garakon grabbed his cloak and headed to the back gate. Opening it was no challenge, however once through he saw his demons trapped in a circle fighting for their lives against a hundred or so more footmen.

Also in the center was a huge burly human who with each swing of his strange spear/halberd mix type weapon slew a demon. Garakon wasted no time and ran into the humas. At first this startled them as his arm was fast and several of the humans where dead in seconds. After about an hour ten demons and eight humans stood. The ten demons fought the eight humans and off to the side was the two commanders fighting it out. Both of their bodies had been pushed far they struggled to move their limbs so taking a momentary unspoken break the human and demon taunted the other while not moving their heavily heaving bodies.

"You're a freak and hell was too pretty for a place for the likes of your ugliness b*****d." The human spoke.

"You will see it soon and work as my boot shiner puny wimp." Garakon countered.
"Boot Shiner? You call those boots? They look more like the lips to a woman who's body has been overused and somehow lived to the age of 200." The human said looking at Garakons three frontal toes and the boots shaped perfectly to his feet.

"In that case maybe one of these ancient lips will be the last service you're homosexual existance will ever get." Garakon yelled.

Garakon and the human simultaneously charged. There where a few flashes and six clashes of metal. Garakon then passed the human and they both where left standing. They turned and Garakon smiled evily, "You're done here fool." The human turned defiant as ever and his spear was missing it's end. Azmeredeth had in the last second used the sparks as a guise, Shot a small ray of firey lightning into a concentrated ring and perfectly cut the weapon in two. The human looked at the head on the ground and in his state of stunned astonishment felt Azmeredeth go from his left upper chest to his right lower hip. He was not perfectly severed in two and instead was left making odd noises in dieing matramony of pain, "I will get you someday...." He started and Garakon interupted, "Unfortunately not. Your soul will add to my power reserves, witness your last moments of freedom for my well of souls shall be your new home where the only mention of youre triumphs is your death. It will become one of your only memories in death." Garakon saw the soul slowly seperate fighting and then it come into Garakons body. If his power was visable the actual process would have been seen but it was not. Therefore the physical connection to one's soul the heart was where his soul appeared to go. Garakon then turned. The battle was over and the city won. In total almost all the casualties where from third platoon which was almost decimated. the lieutenant was dead. He would need replacing. The final seven standing where now considered the strongest warriors of Kilo Company.

The whole unit was assembled in the city square along with the women and children. The Whole city had been corrupted it took about an hour and unholy walls had been raised through dark summons in the places where the walls had been damaged. All the women Sixteen or older, where in front of the stage bound and gagged with only Garakon behind them, and a large cage behind him with all the children.

"Now My brothers we will commence with the corruption. Each one of you will get your turn, however first Third platoon you seven each take two of the females of your choice. From there on lieutenants you have the kill counts stongest to weakest for choicing. Make our tiny demonic infestations and ravage the women in celestial pleasure it is our way. They will bring us new companions, hopefully stronger but if not then you have more meat shields." In this the demonic children caused from this breeding would be born six hours from the deed. These children would then do one of two things. Be sent to a special place in hell where they where to be raised or if lucky they had enough power that is. They would bt put in a one on one fight with the older kids who's souls where not blackened into a demonic state and began a transformation into the unholy. Upon victory the little half demon would eat the entire body of the human which somehow has the soul infused to it become a full blooded demon with a slightly higher than average power and already be ready to join ranks.

Over the course of the next few hours these many unholy, evil, ravenous deeds where commited upon the hapless people of the city untill there was no living humanity left present. They had all died eventually to something. At this point the city was destroyed and had a barrier of evil magic around it. A foothold and an outpost on Earth against heaven. (Garakon finished all these deeds just seconds before Oni arrives at his Fortress. He would be informed of Kilo Company's succesfull campaign as they will currently garrison the now unholy castle.)

Garakon looked around as the place had been rebuilt with his specifications. Certain strange looking devices had been erected. they would take the energy from the surrounding area so they could travel to hell if needed. This is when a small imp like messenger showed up in a flustered hurry.

"Captain of Kilo Company, your orders henceforth are to return the entire company to hell. This comes from the new leader of hell." The imp said then handed the proclomation over. He then turned and dissapeared into a small puff of flames. Garakon opened the scroll glancing at it. He shrugged, well news to him was the old leader was not big enough apparently. Slowly but surely the traces of the devil where slowly changing as the century's droned onward. As each leader looses more and more similarities. Garakon gathered the company and all the spoils. In about 15 minutes they where ready to return. He had the engineers set the devices to self detruct after sending the company back. This was so they wouldn't be followed. They shimmered to life and the company was once again on the large platform used for transporting large masses to Earth where the war would likely take on in full. The company began to head back to their living spaces and Garakon knew what was to come. A conversation as he would deem it for now.

His massive form would open the doors to the throne room and walk down the center standing tall and proud, something not seen in too many demons anymore. He remove his cloak and left it near the entrance as deemed a proceedure long ago.



On his right shoulder was the ancient rank which no one should be able to recognize. Oni might but it was doubtfull. The rank was changed when Satan fell. However Oni was in service of Kikyo his daughter so he may have been around when Satan was. On his left shoulder he held the newly acquired Double silver bars of Captain. He walked to 20 feet dropped his right knee in a form of bow and then rose clasping one massive plated arm over his chest in a form of salute, "Captain Garakon of Kilo Company reporting as ordered."

Garakon could see, feel and even taste Oni's anger. Oni was indeed powerful this excited Garakon however the anger was not a bonus. The only part of Garakons body actually visable on Garakon's body was his eye which glimmered through tiny slits in the massive suit of armor. Azmeredeth glowed slightly in it's sheath as it sent thoughts into Garakon's mind. The sword laughed and mocked Garakon telling him he couldn't tell this new leader the true purpose was to repower himself.

"Excuse me sir." Garakon started. His own voice had no emotion, no hint of fear or any other element. It made it seem as his voice had a powerful element of command to it. "The lower ranking elements of hell grew restless. The true inactivity of hell these times of past... Inactivity for the lower ranks, have caused unrest. this unrest has caused them to begn pokig their eyes and curiosities in places they aught not go. I took my company to earth as a distraction to distract all of Hell from what aught go on unseen." Garkon explained his original reasoning. He hinted at many things within that he himself might not supposed to have known. Regardless he put out his case. He mentally berated Azmeredeth in case someone of psychic elements was near. He reminded Azmeredeth of the many scrutiny's of hells political offices.

Garakon listened and watched Oni. If he had truly wanted to he may have been able to overpower the man at the moment, however hell was not in this form of a chaotic political situation. Aside from the he wasn't interested in the throne yet. Hell didn't look the way he wanted it too for that. He was interested in the words. They told him things haven't been good which explained a good bit of things. Garakon had been out of the loop for too long so it wouldn't be surprising he could fill the guise of Captain so easily. He didn't have the knowledge that someone of his power normally would. Not to mention he was hiding his power levels from the rest of hell. He got up and turned around walking out grabbing his cloak as he left. Hell had indeed changed if conquest and blood was no longer looked at as glorious. Aside from that he had just been berated. This was shocking indeed. From the olden days he would have been praised. Victory, glory in annihilation of enemies. This told him the whole attitude had changed. Hell had become dormant. Only one thing rang in his mind relentlessly... Why?

If Oni decided to look up the old rank to refresh his memory and maybe get some back info on Garakon he would find it had two places where it was held. In all of Hells history only three ever held this rank. It usedd to be known as Colonel, however it's basically back then the same as 1 star. Later on the Rank was shifted to the third seat of power in a special group known as Helion. Now the full history of the group is not recorded. The group was made of the Devils most devout warriors as well as his best. His best friend was the first seat, and the brother of his best friend was the second. Helions purpose was to hunt down and destroy those who planned to overthrow Satan. They did this very well for 42 years. Then things got crazy within the group. Evidence was found to frame the first and second seat for wanting to overthrow Satan. The battle to destroy them was enough to almost annihilate Helion. The first seat was killed by the third Garakon while the others managed to take out the second. The first seats soul was one of the two used to make Azmeredeth. After another five years Helion had never recovered it's numbers and was one fifth of it's original force. However they still had Satans favor but this favor didn't seem so big as Satan was heartbroken. He seemed weaker. This is where there was a massive battle which was labelled as the Soul Demon's war. This is where Helion was supposedly annihilated. In truth there where five surviving members. Garakon led the five for an additional five years untill Satan found they planned themselves a hostile take over of Hell. The emergency meeting for Garakon was called where he was sealed. An hour after that the four other members where turned to stone in Garakon's home. To this day they are still there. However historically based on record the last soul demon was killed in the Soul Demon's war and so was Helion. The name's of the first three seats also are missing from all the records.