NationStates Jolt Archive

((Only people who understand what this is about will be allowed to post here... when I return from holidays, the endgame begins...))

How long I have been chained here... how long have I lived? Trapped... trapped by that fool, Michael... well... now I'm free.

The dark figure snapped the last of the chains binding him. Yes, Mephistopheles failed. Yes, Lucifer is in chains. But, I am free. Free to spread the growing darkness. Free to bring death to the world. It stood, and the world around it grew dark. It stepped into the void.

Nalor and Beelzebub might have been killed... I am free. Arithon might be trapped in hell. But I am free. It faced into the void, and spoke. "Master, I have come."

GOOD. LET THE TIME OF CHAOS BEGIN. An immense eye, larger then any human could comprehend, opened and shut.

And Tzela, lady of chaos, bowed. "That bitch won't know what hit her."

(OOC: maybe if you didn't use a blinding yellow it be easier to read and not cause blindness and death)

(OOC: maybe if you didn't use a blinding yellow it be easier to read and not cause blindness and death)

OOC: You're just weak.

Besides, the people who this are directed to will go to any lengths to read that message. :wink:

I call it the "Proactive Ignore". Angelus, take note. This is how you beat an uber-character...

(you sly dog! and damn that yellow print.
(takes place after the new girl thread)
Sage's eye twitched slightly as she walked about the mansion. Gaining her memory back, she placed her hand on the soft skin where the blade had been driven through her heart by Mephistop. Rave had changed...immensly. While her soul remained the same, she had quite a few adaptations. No longer in the body of an angel, but a demonic halfbreed, there were definately some things she hadn't done before.

It was not to Rave that this voice called, but to another. The last angelic tie to the Shentavo family; Qui. Though it lay faint within his blood, it lay there, waiting for a time to be needed. His eyes went wide momentarily, and he let a breath escape his lips, the coldness of the room trapping him. "He comes..."