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Even Demon Lords Get Homesick (Open - Demon RP)

Arithon
14-12-2004, 14:27
Lord Arithon of the demonic realm sat within an unknown dirty bar, within an unknown city and an unknown nation. It didn't matter to him anymore. After ninety years stuck in this human form, in the human world, Arithon had learned to loathe the place even more than he used to. Now more than ever, he was convinced the world needed to be annihilated just because it was so pitiful as a whole.

Unfortunately, there were a few individuals that stood in his way. Those few that battled his demonic hordes and kept the gates of hell from opening fully and engulfing this miserable world. There was the one that confined him into this human form, the demonic angel that betrayed his own kind and turned to the light. The Shentavo Seraphim, she was the worst one... she wouldn't die. Even more irritating, Arithon had heard word of new so called 'good doers' emerging all over the world. They even had the audacity to form a new clan storm into Lucifer's very domain. Arithon couldn't stand being surrouned by such petty creatures and righteous good doers, it was all too cliche.

Sadly, the demon lord still had ten more years of this pitiful existence. Then he could emerge once again as the true demon lord of the hordes and take his throne back from the arrogant Nez'gah. Whilst he was a useful servant, Arithon didn't trust his ambitious nature and outright belief he was unbeatable. Nez'gah would be happy with himself, sitting on the throne, but it wouldn't last long. Only ten more years...

Arithon wasn't exactly hard to miss in a crowd, but the other occupants of the bar made him look at home. The demon lord wore a long black robe with a hood that shadowed his face, keeping his perfect looks out of sight. That was always the thing that gave him away to those that were knowledgable or sensetive enough, his perfect face and body.

Arithon possessed fine black hair that trailed to his lower neck and a sculpture like chiselled face. His jet black pupils let nothing out yet took all in and his white skin seemed to absorb the light around him, making anywhere he was slightly darker. The rest of his body was muscled and slim, clearly defined as a male and would normally require years of training and effort to appear so. He was essentially the perfect human male specimen, save that he wasn't human. And so, he remained covered most of the time to avoid unwanted attention from the human filth.


The bar was filled with the stench of tobacco and the air clouded with various clouds of smoke from various substances. This didn't concern Arithon, he didn't need to breathe. Lost in his own thoughts, Arithon didn't notice the three drunken men stumble towards him, obviously with ill intentions. The first man, a burly bearded brute banged his fists against Arithon's table.

"Well there, hooded man. I think it's about time you left my bar. I only allow my friends in here. Now fuck off before we beat you down!"

Arithon didn't flinch as spit from the bearded man flew towards his uncovered chin. He wouldn't stand for this, no human ever pushes around a demon lord. He may be less powerful in this human form, but Arithon was still far too overwhelming for almost any creature on this world.

"You just made your last mistake... filth."

Arithon stood and looked up at the brute, his pulsating black eyes now on show. The man stepped back a bit but it was too late. Arithon's fist shot forward and embedded itself within the abdominal region of the brute, as if it were a blade. The man shuddered and spat blood but could nothing as Arithon took hold of what he was looking for and yanked the spinal column out of the human. The corpse fell to the floor as every other shocked man in the bar all stood and produced weapons, slowly adancing upon the robed figure.

Taking a look around the small room, Arithon raised both hands to his sides.

"You are all filth..."

The end of that sentence commenced the charge and the slaughter. Arithon's attackers barely made two steps before the spinning robed form unleashed jets of intense black flame out of his hands, engulfing all that was alive within the structure. The flames seemed to have a life of their own as they swirled around the room, burning the flesh off men the second contact was made. There were no screams, just the sizzle of cooking meat and the stench of charred flesh and bone. Seconds later and all that remained were ash and some bone remains. All blood had boiled and the bar was now a charred coffin.

Unfortunately Arithon had been a little to willing to release his wrath and set the two buildings next door on fire as well. The black flames puzzled those that witnessed the flames and it was obvious from the grilled mess of the bar that it had originated within. Deciding it was time to leave, Arithon placed his hood back once again and made a quick exit through what was left of the fire escape and into a back alley.

Besides the normal authorities, Arithon was sure he would have attracted some supernatural attention or at least a hunter with his demon's fire. Not that it mattered, Arithon was sick of this world and would kill anything that bothered him until her reclaimed his throne.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
14-12-2004, 18:29
tagitty...Arithon you want my little angel back again?
Valient
14-12-2004, 19:12
Tag too.
Gawdly
14-12-2004, 19:26
"So warm...so very, very warm. Fuzzy. Languid, throbbing heat, warming my spirit, warming my soul, bright fire burning...burning..."

The young man awoke suddenly, his dream fading into the ether. Strangely, the heat yet remained. It was at this moment he noticed the shadows being cast in front of him, the flickering flames and the smell of acrid smoke. The building he had been sleeping behind, had become a flaming inferno, a pyre of black death and fiery destruction. Snatching his small bag which contained all his earthly possesions, Beylar quickly distanced himself from the burning building, thankful for the sweet taste of fresh air. He noticed other buildings, also aflame, and his curiousity was piqued.

Coming around the corner, he immediately noticed a tall man walking slowly away from the site, unperturbed by the madness around him. He seemed to glide across the ground, faceless and formless in his flowing cloak. There was an aura around him, one that crackled with dark forces, and one that only Beylar would have noticed. Though he didn't know it, Beylar was MystRod, a being through which the magicks of a world could pass. An orphan, Beylar had lived freely on the outskirts of the village, working for his meals when he could, stealing when he needed to.

A local Shaman had found the young boy, and immediately realized the potential within him. The presence of the young MystRod had increased the Shaman's power tenfold, and he used his newfound power to extend his personal influence across the land. When Beylar finally left one day, unannounced, the Shaman quickly lost most of his power. The villagers who had become slaves under him were not amused, and sought revenge quickly, and violently. The Shamans head still adorned a pike outside the small village.

Since then, he had been on his own, lonely and falling deeper into a depressed funk. When he saw the mysterious stranger, it was if a light went off within him. THIS was his destiny, he thought to himself. Swallowing his apprehension, he approached the hooded man.
Tarlachia
15-12-2004, 00:50
Tag!
Gorgamin
15-12-2004, 00:55
Tag! I don't have a character, but this looks like fun!
Arithon
15-12-2004, 01:06
OOC: Anyone is welcome to join, it is open after all.

ATG, you can bring in the angel, but I'm not looking for a big clash of the titans kind of RP and battles, so if you do bring the angel in think carefully about her role.

IC: Arithon didn't turn around but he knew what was happening back at the flaming remains of the bar. Police and firemen had arrived to save what they could whilst onlookers stared in amazement at the black flames that seemed to twist and turn of their very own will. Screams could be heard in the background as the unwary realised the situation they were now trapped in. Death looked them in the eye...

Arithon smiled slightly at their problem. These pitiful humans fabricate religions for themselves, make themselves think there will be a better life after this one but when it comes to death they turn into unstable wrecks. They all deserved to die in his opinion, but unfortunately there were always those that disagreed.

Taking note of the soft footsteps behind him, Arithon stopped moving but did not turn around.

"Human, I suggest you change your direction if you with to live past this day. You know not what you meddle with, neither did those within the bar. Show me that your race isn't completely stupid and walk away..."
Gawdly
15-12-2004, 01:44
When he heard the voice that issued from the cloaked man, Beylar's first instinct was to run, not walk, away. The words he spoke were cold steel, dripping with promised menace and dark, enduring pain. A sane man would heed the warning, a man with something to lose would wisely run away screaming and a religious man would fall to his knees, praying to his God for salvation and forgiveness.

Beylar was neither of these.

He continued to walk towards the being in front of him, aware that his life could quickly end, here in yet another nameless alley. He wasn't brave, but he was accepting of the new path that had suddenly opened before him. This stranger was the key to his own destiny, the reason that Beylar was here in this place, at this moment. He came to a stop a respectful distance away.

"Sir, a fool I am not, nor am I a man without fear. Please understand that if I could simply let you pass away into the night, never to see you again, I would do so in an instant...but I cannot."

Beylar knelt on one knee, daring to stare at the ominous figure before him. When he spoke, it was in a clear voice, filled with conviction and emotion.

"I offer you, freely and with no hesitation, everything I am, and everything I will become. My gift is now yours to command."

Beylar turned the switch in his mind, and opened the flow. Eldritch energies burst into him, the waylines and mystic threads interweaving and streaming towards him. The young man was like a tap in a keg, a direct conduit to the magical energy that bound this world. Yet, he could do nothing with this wellspring of power, except direct it into someone who had the ability to wield and manipulate the supernatural forces. Beylar slowly lifted his hand, offering it to the cloaked man.
Arithon
15-12-2004, 02:04
Arithon was about to strike the bold man down when he noticed something unique about his mind. There was something different about this human, he had access to things that even a demon lord wasn't privy to, and yet he didn't possess the knowledge to use this access. Interesting indeed. Arithon raised a pale hand out toward Beylar but did not grasp his hand, instead the hand landed upon his head. Arithon's chilling voice found a place within Beylar's mind...

"Perhaps you can be of use, you are different to these other creatures. Tell me, are you of other origin or just a rare miserable human?"

Not letting Beylar answer, Arithon unleashed a flow of demonic energies into Beylar's mind, corrupting any sense of morallity he may of once had and filling it with a cold, calculating presence that would serve its own purpose. Arithon had granted Beylar some fundamental knowledge of magiks, but he had also placed several safe guards to ensure things went his way.

Beylar was essentially still himself, but the so called weaker emotions of these humans were no longer an issue for him. He was now a minion of darkness...
The Resurgent Dream
15-12-2004, 02:25
Lobrever the White woke with a splitting headache. Pale hands grasped at the ground. It was paved somehow but with nothing he had ever seen before. Frowning, he looked up. He was on in the world of Men, though he knew not where or how. He had been trying to breach the Silver Ban, as had all his master's servants. Why here? Why now?

Forcing the questions to the back of his mind, Lobrever got to his feet. He was clothed in some contemptible human mess. Some kind of hard blue fabric over his legs. Some king of cotton garment over his upper body, though it didn't cover his arms.

Lobrever, however, still had his own body, for the moment at least. His skin was still the pale white of the dead. His form was still horrifying yet beautiful at the same time. The kind of ravaging, seductive body that made you want to stare at him with lust but look away with utter disgust at the same time. The same body that glew with the power of an unholy light. His tongue was still a serpent's tongue in his mouth.

The White Fomorian stepped out of the alley where he had awakened, looking to either side before tilting his head at the great energies he saw coming from Arithon and the human man. Lobrever started that way, walking slowly and smirking a foul smirk.
Northwestern Liang
15-12-2004, 02:56
An obsidian castle rose out of the depths, vaguely Japanese, black and forboding, maze-like in its complexity and yet smooth, surrounded by useless walls that only added to the effect. Fog and mist swirled around it, and at the top faint violet glows radiated in the dank air.

This, then, was Gizu, castle of Dao Yorinaga, current feudal sovereign of the Domain, and yet always a little bit more. His normally black eyes flashed violet, and on his face the smirk of amusement that he always held there widened a bit. His emotions never flucuated past amused or below annoyed, but this, then, was very interesting indeed.

For Lord Yorinaga had been around as long as there had been a Liang. Stories, dances, and history books recalled his small kingdom growing to preeminence on the isle through pacts with ancient draconic entities that still slept beneath the surface. But as for Yorinaga, he had always maintained the reigns of power. Atleast among the humans. The dwarven kingdom that now dominated the extra-Terran positions and the stellar navy, they had always escaped his grasp. Six wars he had fought, six wars, and they had denied him victory in all six. Of course, peace had been achieved, they accepting him as feudally sovereign, but it had little meaning in reality. 'Nominally' was an excellent word to use in the situation.

This, of course, was entirely unimportant. Among the more superstitious (and the more educated) it was an irrefutable fact that Dao Yorinaga, Lord of the Domain, was a demon lord, malevolent and immortal, powerful and irremovable. Of a different strain of infernal being, however, for he was not the bloodthirsty annihilators of Western demonology, but the calm, cool, slightly malevolent yet not insanely or overly so, asura or oni of Hindu and Shinto traditions, capable of dignity above angels and malice of the type normally associated with him.

So when the demon lord felt the signs, sensed the presence and discharge of energies that read like an open book for another like and yet unlike himself, his interest was piqued. His odd, form-fitting lamellar armor was somewhat like that of elden samurai, yet totally black and without the scale-like structures of the ancient warriors, his blood-red cape was etched in swirling, cloud-like patterns. His hair was short and drawn up into a traditional Eastern bun, it's forked edges bursting free after emerging from the silk band that held the bun in place, but it served its purpose. In a dark scabbard at his side was the ancient, legendary blade Gulveig, of which only whispers were heard of. Some said it had an infernal soul of its own, others that it was dwarven craft, others that it was forged from Yorinaga himself. And, with only a small note that put into motion the clockwork which ran the Liangjin while he was away, Dao Yorinaga swirled his cape and was gone, etching a path through the warps' ether and honing in on the strange 'signal', of sorts. Interest framed his dark, slightly tanned face as his supernatural powers carried him with unearthly, unerring speed, across the surfaces of innumerable miles, and towards the 'peer' he had sensed. With hopes for an amusing time, the demon king sped on.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
15-12-2004, 04:01
Grumble.

Plop...drip....plop....drip.

Grumble.

It was pouring outside and she had a umbrela that had a hole in it. Great. Just my luck.

She tossed the black umbrela into a nearby heaping garbage and heard it squish with its surroundings. Several newspapers already soaked and the black words spreading like the black clowd above.

She shook her long now appearing black, because of the rain, waves, spending droplets of water in ever direction.

She wraped her long black cape around her shoulders shielding her from the cold environment, not that it really mattered, but she thought she should blend in slightly with humans. Seeming normally this was hard to do with her enormous white wings that now were secured under the cape.

She was on her way to board a train, hey angels can enjoy things also. Like a rest, which was needed.

Her pale face, getting paler to the blackness around. Her job was getting tiring and she was glad for the break. She wasn't quite sure where she was off to, but hopefully sun and relaxation.

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She exited the train with a soft smile on her face, she was dry and happy. She looked around, these places were all looking the same, especially to someone who has been around for hmmm...ions.

She walked down the way a bit. The weather had been comfortable and she slipped off the cape. No need to hide, I really don't care anymore.

Now, the villagers would see a woman with a pair of wings, but not just any one. The famous Rashel. Talk was getting around and most people knew of her, some even seen her. She hoped this place was different. She just didn't want to be noticed anymore.

Which would be difficult, not just because she was an angel, but one gorgeous perfected from God's own eyes. Loved and hated by many.

She looked down the street and saw the crisp black outline of a buildings foundation.

Can I get away from choas?

OOC: Arithon, I plan to do something different with her, so talk to me if you can. Okay, we can discuss it. Her more extensive discription will come later.
Arithon
15-12-2004, 05:56
Beylar was obviously stunned after having the demon lord rip through his mind like that and still hadn't moved. Arithon was about to speak again when yet another figure approached. The demon lord sighed and pondered why everyone seemed to be attracted to demonic activity.

The demon lord didn't look at the newcomer, he didn't need to. Possessing senses beyond the basic physical abilities was quite useful and something Arithon took full advantage of. This new figure didn't seem human, he was far too confident. Now losing his patience, Arithon held a hand up toward him.

"What..."

With that single word Arithon manged to convey his menace and displeasure with being interrupted. The cold word echoed slightly off the surrounding buildings just to reiterate his point.
Northwestern Liang
15-12-2004, 06:17
This is unusual. Dao Yorinaga's cloak swirled, and a brief flash of deep purple light heralded his arrival on the road of the street, coal-black eyes surveying the scene. Black flames whipped and swirled in the building as firefighters extinguished it, puzzled. And now it was close, very close. Arithon's signature blazed in Yorinaga's mind, but there were...others. A...human, yes. Dao Yorinaga had long forgotten to make distinctions between those of divine and infernal heritage and those of the earth. It had been so long since there had been any others in Liang, he had forgotten beings of might still walked the earth. This human, was he a servant? Magical, atleast. And...another. Confident and aware of the demon and his human companion. And still, futher off and faint, a being he cared not to classify as of yet. Odd, to be sure. Very odd. Yorinaga gripped the hilt of his blade, and his eyes flashed violet. He remained, ever so still, watching the scene from afar, there yet apparently unknowing, certainly cutting an odd figure amidst the crowd gathered around the fire, but silent nevertheless. His keen eyes watched the scene, ignoring the odd stares and shifting constantly among the people, eyeing the scene with aloof intensity, calculating and quiet. Sensitive ears tuned in, and Lord Yorinaga waited for the right moment. Interrupting, of course, was impolite.
Arithon
15-12-2004, 06:28
Arithon finally turned this time, a menacing scowl hidden behind his hood. He was about to unleash his fury upon the newcomer when he recognised the power, that same fundamental energy that flowed through himself as well. He was starring at another demon lord, one that had been on earth far longer than he.

Bowing his head slight in respect, Arithon turned his attention to the demon lord. He didn't know anything of this demon, he may be stronger or not, but he was indeed different. His domain was earthbound, that much he could tell. Deciding it best to start off on good terms with this demon, Arithon spoke first.

"Greetings. And what brings another like myself here?"

The tone was still the usual cold menace, but it was obvious no ill intent was being directed towards Dao.
The Resurgent Dream
15-12-2004, 07:23
Lobrever just arches a brow slightly. He isn't sure why the other infernal lord got such a better reception than him nor does he seem to care that much. He pauses, the frown on his face rather tiny, strangely menacing. He doesn't seem about to answer Arithon's question either, not the way it was phrased, or intoned. He just sneers faintly, watching another long moment before he turns his back and walks off. "Have it your way."
Valient
15-12-2004, 09:00
Lucifer Morningstar ruffled his wings and watched with bemused eyes as the Lord Arithon greeted the demon Yorinaga, and yet seemed to brush off Infernal Lord Lobrever so easily.

"Careful," thought Lucifer, as he awaited the arrival of the Celadrin Clan in his domicile, a palace of bones built on the mountain of sorrow in Hell. "Lobrever isnt one to take a snub lightly, Arithon..."

He continued to watch.
The Resurgent Dream
15-12-2004, 09:09
Actually, Lobrever doesn't seem to be one to care. He continues walking away, turning a corner to a small newstand. He casually touches the owner on the neck, smirking lightly as the man sinks dead to the ground. Then, Lobrever picks up a paper, reading quickly. "My, my, how the world has changed..." He sticks out his snake's tongue, hissing lightly.
Arithon
15-12-2004, 09:26
Whilst Arithon awaited the demon lord before him to speak, his mind wandered to the one that had just walked away.

"Tell me, how do you endure living in this world? Do not mistake my offhand manner before, for I know who you are. There seem to be just as many demons roaming this world than there are on demonic worlds. How do they bare it?"

Another useful ability of demonkind, they could multitask to no end. Essentially, Arithon had dedicated a part of his mind for each interaction...
The Resurgent Dream
15-12-2004, 09:28
Lobrever shrugs slightly, responding with his own mind. "I would not know. I was not on earth until about five minutes ago. It does seem a rather drole, uninteresting place, does it not? Still...there's something about it..."
Arithon
15-12-2004, 09:38
Arithon smiled slightly, he could relate with this demon for he was not a occupant of this miserable world, and yet he had noticed it as well.

"You are observant. There is something special about this human world, why else would it always seem to be in the middle of the struggle between us and the angelics? And what is your purpose on this world, amongst these... humans?"
Kaiakoura
15-12-2004, 10:07
OOC- This seems neat mind if I step in.

The water in the sink was far too cold for the season, the man thought as he splashed it on his face. The man looked into his cracked mirror, traces of dried blood still remained on the cracks. His face, would be called beautiful to mortal eyes. Platinum blonde hair fell down just over his eyes. Deep blue eyes, that seemed to reach into your soul. He had slept far later than he had expected. He hated that he enjoyed sleep so much, he hated that he enjoyed, hell, he even hated that he hated. That was a thought for a different day though. This mortal shell would prove do him good.

The man walked over to his chair, the lone piece of furniture in his apartment's living room. He sat down and picked up his bible. He opened it up to the first page. There he had scribbled Minion. This was the name he had decided for himself. Names were not used much amongst the first fallen. By common consensus they had defied their Lord. Even though he had rebelled though, he was still a minion to Him. Everyday he used the gifts that his creator had endowed him, his intellect, his power and his reason. Someday I will find the secret to become my own Master....someday. He thought as he opened up his bible, all over it were scribbled notes, simple runes that conveyed in one letter what it would take thousands of libraries to hold. He also turned on his television, it was then that he saw something that caught his eye.

"A strange fire has broken out here on the south side. Firefighters are trying to contain the strange black flames but are finding it difficult..."

Minion turned off the television. He did not have to think who caused this. Thinking was for mortals. It was Arithon, though higher up in rank (only because Minion did not crave power over others) was still what mortals would consider younger. How he despised his demonic brethren.

"Fools!" he shouted. Those displays of power would merely get the divine involved. All of Minions work over the centuries, of slowly turning mortals from God could be lost in a mere second of attention. He would have a talk with Arithon...

Minion walked outside of his apartment and headed to the scene. His residence was only a mile or so from the fires and he could easily make it there before Arithon left, at least he thought so, Arithon likes to see his victims suffer. "Such a misguided fool," Minion said under his breath.

It was just then that Arithon had noticed his presense. Minion had never met Arithon but as a first fallen he knew all demonkind. And as a first fallen Minion knew what Arithon's response would be. Etiquite though dictated he await the response.
Gawdly
15-12-2004, 13:28
Arithon was about to strike the bold man down when he noticed something unique about his mind. There was something different about this human, he had access to things that even a demon lord wasn't privy to, and yet he didn't possess the knowledge to use this access. Interesting indeed. Arithon raised a pale hand out toward Beylar but did not grasp his hand, instead the hand landed upon his head. Arithon's chilling voice found a place within Beylar's mind...

"Perhaps you can be of use, you are different to these other creatures. Tell me, are you of other origin or just a rare miserable human?"

Not letting Beylar answer, Arithon unleashed a flow of demonic energies into Beylar's mind, corrupting any sense of morallity he may of once had and filling it with a cold, calculating presence that would serve its own purpose. Arithon had granted Beylar some fundamental knowledge of magiks, but he had also placed several safe guards to ensure things went his way.

Beylar was essentially still himself, but the so called weaker emotions of these humans were no longer an issue for him. He was now a minion of darkness...

As the cold, pale hand pressed to his brow, Beylar's simple world exploded into a tumultuous wave of light and dark. Images screamed through his mind, long-fanged demons and pointy-tailed demons, bloody angel wings and broken halos. All that he was before was laughable, and all that stood before him was unlimitless. He felt the war within him, the anger dislodging the patience, the rage destroying the peace, the evil slaying all that was good within him. He was changing, becoming more than he was, finally knowing the majestic feeling of control. Yet, a spark of innocence remained, coccooning itself from the onslaught.

He watched as the other approached, speaking softly with his new master. He had no choice but to ignore their conversation, his focus becoming grey, his mind trapped in the viscious transformation. The eldritch energies that swirled within him now had a direction, and a release. No longer would Beylar simply give his power away...now he would wield it himself. He saw himself reshaping the world into his own vision, and knew that he had the power to do it.

Then he hit the wall.

A barrier had been erected, one that burned him when probed. The cloaked one had done this! He had unlocked the potential within Beylar, but had set limits to better control him. Immediately, the young man chafed at the bit, not wanting to be a slave yet again. He quickly realized that biding his time would be of benefit to him. For now.

He smiled at Arithon.

"Thank-you, m'Lord, for awakening me. I see clearly now, and anticipate the taste of mayhem. I am yours, ready to serve at your leisure."
Arithon
15-12-2004, 15:33
Arithon looked down at Beylar, he had finally awakened. Arithon could see the potential this one had and so limits had been placed. Whilst he was not a threat to Arithon's existence, he would prefer an ability like that under his control, serving his ends.

"Rise Beylar and keep watch, I seem to have sparked quite a bit of attention."

Arithon physically growled this time, detecting yet another presence. There was no mistaking this next creature, he was one of the first fallen. One of Lucifer's ilk. Arithon's breed of demon did not have the same history with the light as Lucifer and his fallen angels. Sure they were all demons now, but Arithon's kind served a higher power, this species was older. Whilst Arithon could not claim age over the first fallen, they were a relatively new species of demon compared to the others spread throughout the worlds.

Again Arithon thought it odd that he had attracted all this attention, all of which was demonic and yet not a single angelic had appeared. Not a single being of the light was within his presence. They would come though... they always do. Arithon flowed his cold words into the mind of the fallen.

"Fallen, why do you come to me? As you can see we already have an overwhelming demonic presence here. Yours is bound to alert angelics..."
Five Civilized Nations
15-12-2004, 15:36
#taggo for an appearance of the steadily crazed Xuanyu...
Gawdly
15-12-2004, 16:08
The first command he received from his new Master was a simple one, and easily accomplished. Beylar reached into himself, twisting the strands of his new-found abilities and casting his mystic web out. The threads that spread in a widening circle around them were attuned with darkness, and deadly to the light. All that had the touch of the demonic would be free to pass through, though they would be noticed and recognized. Those that walked with the angels would find their access barred, and unable to directly affect those that stood within the protective web. Humans who stumbled into the field would simply die, burning from within. Beylar stood back, pleased with his accomplishment. He hoped his Dark Lord would be, as well.
The Resurgent Dream
15-12-2004, 17:07
Lobrever laughs. "Yes, yes, the Tuatha have kept my people from these lands for countless centuries. Now, at long last, I seem to have found a way to return to the Waking World." Still reading his paper, he slowly makes his way back to Arithon.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
15-12-2004, 18:48
She rolled her eyes like a teenager feed up with their "uncool" parents.

She went the opposite direction of the scene and shortly came upon a gathering.

She hide in the backround shadow, how odd for me to be sneaking around.

Hmmm....a gang of misfits?

No...I am mistaken.

She stepped out into the light, her wing white almost blinding against the black of the crowd around. Even her white scantly covering called a dress could be seen dancing in the dark, while her black leather matched the aura of the group.

"Did I not get the memo on this meeting, boys?"

Now, it was time to play...
Kaiakoura
15-12-2004, 20:28
OOC-This is before imported_AmandaTheGreat makes her appearance.

"Fallen, why do you come to me? As you can see we already have an overwhelming demonic presence here. Yours is bound to alert angelics..."

These cold words hit Minion hard, but like a steel plate he barely felt it. "Arithon Unfallen, you have brought this demonic presence by your mere foolishness. If you had been content to just kill the mortals in normal fashion this would not have drawn my attention, but what you have done could have irrevocable consequences."

Before Arithon could reply Minion broke in, "I am not speaking about the black flame, that can easily be repaired..." Without a single movement on Minion's part, the black flames that engulfed the building very slowly began to fade into a normal reddish-orange color. "...what I am speaking of is allowing this mortal, who hasn't even been claimed to taste of your power. I predict he will be your downfall, and rightly so."

During this time he spoke up to Lobrever and Dao, "Masters Dao Yorinaga and Lobrever the White, why do you dawdle here, when there is no reason too, now I have said my peace and I shall leave, I would suggest both of you to do the same, we do not need the divine to get involved in this."

With that last utterance, what took a mere moment in human reckoning, he sensed another close by. Perhaps the divine had gotten involved...
Northwestern Liang
16-12-2004, 00:51
Dao Yorinaga smiled. Angelic warfare had never been a problem of his, mainly because there was no angelic presence capable of challenging the demon king in his own domain. Long ago had all supernatural creatures stopped walking among the Liangites, Yorinaga was the last of the brood. And yet, here were two more, obviously of a fundamentally different nature, but similar all the same. He tried not let his mild surprise show. Lord Yorinaga, who rarely spoke, allowed his mind to be heard. His 'tone' was one of careful enunciation of words, perfectly formed and moderated in volume and speed.

Long has it been since I have glimpsed others of my kind walking this earth. It appears I have lurked in dark castles for too long; I have become complacent. I am Dao Yorinaga, ruler of a domain far from here, and there I had set my boundaries for eons. Your...dischargal of powers jolted me from my ignorance. And yet...Lord...Arithon, is it? Why do you walk the streets like a commoner, when your powers entitle you to so much more? Unless...unless Earth is not your home. Perhaps you are all too recently spat out into this world? It seemed as such by Arithon's remark to Lobrever.

His tone was inquiring, but as has already been said, Dao Yorinaga's essence was different from those opposite him. His tone carried no malice, no cold, icy tone, it was calm, moderated in all respects.

And then Minion addressed him, a calm rebuke for warranting divine intervention. Lord Yorinaga had not fought a deva for long years, but beings every bit as powerful had met their end on Gulveig's glowing edge long after the devas of Liang had fallen prey to demonic power.

And, then, of course, came the interruption of the angel. Yorinaga was not so ancient to forget the wars with devas and wise men every bit as powerful as him. Divine powers flowed through this one, and Yorinaga smiled. His smile was one of quiet amusement, and he regarded the being carefully and quietly, waiting for another to make the first move. A hand crept to Gulveig's hilt, and black eyes flashed dark violet.
The Resurgent Dream
16-12-2004, 00:57
Lobrever begins to open his mouth to answer...before quite a few other beings make an appearance. "I see we have quite the party here." His serpent's tongue slides in and out of his pretty, pale mouth as he speaks, almost hissing. "Fate must have something in store to bring us all here at this place and this time who have never before met one another. I only hope it is something favorable to us."
Gawdly
16-12-2004, 02:37
It was all too much, too quickly.

Scant moments ago, Beylar had been a simple streetkid, living in alleys and haunting dark taverns. He would have been completely unforgettable, except for his Gift.

When he had first seen Arithon it was as if an alarm had gone off, awakening Beylar to different potentials, and offering him a chance at destiny.

He rolled the dice. He gave his soul to the Dark Master. He was greatly rewarded.

Now, he had control over his Gift, as never before. Beylar understood the meaning of great power for the first time. He relished the thought.

Still, he realized that the beings around him could destroy him with a thought, and this humbled him somewhat. They were a grim and eldritch group, and Beylar was surprised that he wasn't more disturbed by the strange events happening around him.

Then SHE arrived.

Even though Beylar had now become a veritable juggernaut of mystic destruction in his own mind, he was still first and foremost, a young man. His concentration wavered, and the defense web crumbled rapidly. He tried desperately to focus and bring the web back up, but his eyes were drawn to the miniscule shift of material that could barely be called a dress, and what was behind it. The web stayed down.
Arithon
16-12-2004, 03:58
OOC: Guys, I'm going to be away from the computer for the next 2 days almost. Sorry for the interruption but it is unavoidable. If everyone could just not post for that period of time I'll make one addressing everything when I return. Thanks...
Kaiakoura
16-12-2004, 10:20
OOC: Gotcha, although I do feel a little out of the loop with the whole angel thing, have a good portion of you role played these char's before? If so can you fill us noobs in a bit. It'd be fine if it was just in telegram form. Thanks, oh and I'll be patiently awaiting your replies.
Gawdly
17-12-2004, 00:59
OOC: Gotcha, although I do feel a little out of the loop with the whole angel thing, have a good portion of you role played these char's before? If so can you fill us noobs in a bit. It'd be fine if it was just in telegram form. Thanks, oh and I'll be patiently awaiting your replies.

<<OOC: I'm new to all these character's, but not to some of the RPer's controlling them. I created Beylar specifically because Arithon's first post inspired me, and I wanted to get involved. I'm not really sure about what kind of power levels we're dealing with, but there is obviously a long standing feud between the Light and Dark. My character is currently straddling the fence between the two...>>
Arithon
17-12-2004, 15:23
OOC: I'm back... ^_^

IC: Arithon considered the fallen's words for a moment. He knew Beylar had a lot of untapped potential and it would be inevitable that the human would gain is own freedom, but Arithon decided he would take advantage of his control whilst it lasted. Beylar may have potential, but he didn't have the vast knowledge, experience and power of Arithon.

"Wise words fallen. I do not intend to discard this human as of yet, but I shall remain vigilant as to his actions."

Arithon looked around the back street, taking in ever figure that had gathered around his presence. It was quite the sombre looking meeting, several cloaked figures, an overwhelming sense of dread and menace in the area and the dying down black flames slightly illuminating the background.

It was too good to be true that so many demonic forces could gather in one place without running into an angelic.

"Well... gentlemen. Perhaps it is best we located ourselves elsewhere before we attract unwanted attention..."

Arithon was stopped in mid sentence by the apperance of the angel. Whilst he had never encountered this angelic before, her aura had been conveyed to him by Nez'gah, who happened to be watching the entire event involving Izual and the banishment of an ancient demon lord.

Izual was the traitor. He originated as a human, but Arithon was able to mix his blood with that of demon and form one of the first creatures only known as the 'new breed'. After several incidents involving Kain Shentavo and the Roanian Inquisition, Izual was caught in a holy blast. The blast purged him of his physical demonic form, essentially transforming him into a humanoid demon. Another conflict within the barriers of the underworld saw Izual save the life of Kain, taking a demonic spine through the chest.

Hoping for a death, Arithon was disappointed to discover angels had healed the demonoid by imbuing him with angelic properties. And so, the modern day Izual was created. Half demon, half angel yet currently not part of either. The angel had aided in the banishment of the demon lord possessing Izual. She was obviously a force not to be underestimated.

Turning his eyes upon the angel, Arithon ignored the scantily clad human curves. He was not concerned about desires of a human guise and was not distracted by her lack of covering.

"Angel, perhaps it would be wise if you were to depart and not meddle in affairs beyond you."
Kaiakoura
17-12-2004, 16:36
It was too late, Minion knew he could not leave now. The creature he had sensed was a slave to Him. Minion looked at the creature, being of celestial birth, he didn't see a beautiful woman standing in front of him. He saw a blinding light, the light of the creator. His eyes, teared up visibly, though he was blinded he could not look away. Like all fallen, he still craved the divine light, though it burned, oh how it burned straight to the core of his being.

He knew that the angel knew who he was, the creator had made sure of that. All fallen were cursed with the Mark. He knew that on his forehead a bright rune glowed with a distinct pattern. This rune would be invisible to all but the angel. The Mark was an irrefutable proof that he had betrayed his former master, that he had defied his creator. He didn't fear though, he had met angels before, although, there was something different about this one.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
17-12-2004, 20:00
A smile crept across her face. She knew many things, so did he. Yet, it did not know what she was planning, not many did. In fact no one did.

"Now, how do you suppose me to be meddling? All I happened to do was stumble across this little gang."

She paused looking around at each one and stopping breifly at the one named Minion. He had not be called that before. She whispered in his mind.

*Do not be afraid of the light. It still is in you. Although, you have betrayed him, he always has forgiveness for those. I know what your soul craves, for I have craved that before.*

She did not linger long though. She gaze rested once more on Arithon, seemingly the "ring master" of this circus.

"Can't a girl have some fun, now and then?"
Gawdly
17-12-2004, 20:14
He tried picking his jaw up off the ground, to no avail. He tried to look elsewhere, but his eyes were glued to her. He thought about baseball and old people, but his blood kept racing, and his heart was about to pound itself out of his chest. Magic was forgotten, his new Master was forgotten...all that he saw, all that he was...was focussed on HER. He desperately hoped she would not notice that he was drooling. He tried a little smile, and an even smaller wave. He introduced himself.

"Mbrgl gritz fleckh...uhm..heh...urrr...hi?"
Northwestern Liang
18-12-2004, 04:39
Yorinaga smiled. "Fun? What fun can you have here, deva?" His eyes strayed to Arithon's apprentice, and a curl of disgust found its way to his lips. Humans. He had forgotten how they tended to put libido over their craniums. His eyes flashed, and a small, barely noticeable spark of dark violet electricity jolted the man, enough for pain but not enough to yell out because of it.

His eyes flashed again and he smiled a disdainful smile at the angel. It had been long since devas plagued Liang. No matter. Perhaps it might be possible to dissuade her without harming her and arousing even more attention.

He closed his eyes once, opened them, and an aura of crimson light surrounded the demon and the starstruck mage, not crackling with intensity, nor shimmering, somewhat transparent but not solid, clearly a simple projection of infernal energy that burned upon the touch of anyone Yorinaga was not feeling particularly kind to, replacing the inept wizard's easily broken field with something much more resilient.

His eyes, black as the void when not burning crimson, bored into the angel again, apparently waiting for her to leave.
Arithon
18-12-2004, 14:28
Arithon merely glared at the angel for a few silent moments, as if waiting for her to leave. He already didn't like her. It was given that angelics were his enemies, but some angels over the centuries Arithon had learned to respect for their prowess and attitudes. This one was a cocky female in need of having her divine heart handed to her on a pike.

Looking down at Beylar, Arithon growled as he willed a force to bore into the human's left shoulder, fracturing bone and tearing muscle. The human would learn more self control or he would suffer the consequences of such. Arithon would not tolerate a weakling, even in the light of an angelic.

Without warning the new shield popped up. Obviously Beylar was not responsible as something like this was beyond him. Looking around the crowd, Arithon soon identified the source as Yonringa and gave a slight nod of approval.

"Angel, I believe you have done enough already in the past. Be warned, the last demon lord you had 'fun' with was weak and blinded by arrogance. His bark was more than his bite you might say. This is an exclusive meeting, I'm sure you can tell who stands out..."
imported_AmandaTheGreat
20-12-2004, 00:13
Rashel nodded. This was to be expected. She knew the dark would think this of her arrival. It is hard to hide one's origin. It had been true about her dealings with the last demon lord, but she had not done it by herself.

There had been the workings of someone else. Jyai.

"I did not have fun as you assume I did with that demon lord Izual. That being merely my job description. Have you not heard of how we defeated him? It was not just me, but I joined with David."

She paused; maybe they will not understand.

"I was given a taste of a different type of energy, power. My mind flirting with the idea of it all. How could you turn someone alway from curiousity?"
Arithon
20-12-2004, 05:48
Arithon shook his head in disgust. The angelic couldn't even get her facts straight and she was there. Arithon had been told every detail of that event and seemed to know it better than this angel. Obviously, she was hardly the best representative of the angelics.

"Angel, I am truly beginning to doubt your so called mental maturity. First of all, Izual is not a demon lord. He is an angel, he is one of yours! An ancient demon lord possessed him and the only reason you succeeded was because Izual opened that portal. No one else present at that battle would be able to and so the demon lord would have been able to roam free in this world. Now that you have been corrected, be gone."

The area around Arithon seemed to grow darker as demonic energies gathered within his person, awaiting the moment of release so they could do their damage. Tiny arcs of purple lightning spashed around Arithon's robes and an unnatural wind flickered his robes. It was evident he was about to do something... that much, even the angel could see.
Kaiakoura
20-12-2004, 18:25
*Do not be afraid of the light. It still is in you. Although, you have betrayed him, he always has forgiveness for those. I know what your soul craves, for I have craved that before.*

Minion knew that she did not lie. He remembered the times that he had spent in the great beyond. Of the love his creator had given him. Love, yes, Minion could remember the love, but the trust that he shared with the creator was broken. His former Lord had violated that when he created the wretched creature known as man. If he had truly loved the angelics he would have never created such an inferior being.

Minion also knew that the light was still in him, you could not escape the light, Minion had been trying for an eternity to do so. Her words, meant to shift his heart and allegiance had utterly failed thoguh. His resolve stronger he met her gaze, not in awe as he had before but in pure malice.

Sister, your Lord betrays you. You are now like a lamb to the wolves. And us wolves are ravenous.
Gawdly
21-12-2004, 13:48
He had been lost in her beauty when a sudden, massive pain brought him back to the here and now. His Master, Lord Arithon, had turned his shoulder into a splintered, mangled mess, the pain blossoming like fire. Beylar did not cry aloud, realizing that it would demonstrate a weakness in him...and weakness was something that you didn't show around the likes of these creatures. He allowed himself to fall again to one knee, the solid agony of his wound blinding him.

Moments later, it was gone. Something within him had decided that pain was not in Beylar's best interests, and healed the trauma immediately. In fact, the young man was feeling better than ever before. It was if a blindfold had been removed from him, and he looked towards the Angel, suspecting that her presence had something to do with his sudden recovery.

Beylar sensed the tensions rising, the age-old nemesis' coming together, a conflaguration of ancient violence threatening to fall upon them. He had heard her words, and thought he had understood what she was saying. He needed to get his Master's attention before this went any further.

"WAIT!" he cried, the mystic energy within him turning a teenagers voice into a booming thunder.

"Master...listen to her words. I...I think she wants to JOIN us."
Arithon
21-12-2004, 14:57
Arithon couldn't believe it. He thought Beylar would have learned his lesson after dealing that blow to his shoulder, but apparently not. The human would have to learn his place and Arithon would be the one to put him firmly within it. The little outburst would not be tolerated.

Turning to the kneeling human, Arithon glared at Beylar with a fury that reduced people to quivering wrecks.

"Join us? She is an angelic! Do you have any idea what that means? She is our opposite, our enemy! There is a reason why your species are lesser beings and once again you have just proved so!"

One fluid motion saw Arithon's muscled arm arc backwards and change direction, flowing directly towards Beylar's head. The arm was still covered by the robes but demonic energy was obviously waiting within it as the energy arced around the limb. The back of Arithon's fist made a prompt connection with Beylar's jaw and sent him sprawling onto the ground and sliding across the wet for several meters.

The demon lord was silent as he merely watched Beylar, a few remaining arcs of the demonic energy Arithon had just discharged into him remained but they would die out. Understandably, Beylar was in quite a bit of pain. As he deserved. Arithon had made sure not too hit him too hard, Beylar's jaw was still in one piece, although very sore.

"Perhaps that will teach you some sense?"
Gawdly
21-12-2004, 16:03
...and yet again with the hitting.

Beylars mind flashed back to a time when he was younger, when he had first displayed his natural talents, and been taken into the home of a shaman intent on using the young boy for his own nefarious purposes. Apart from draining him of his magical energy on a daily basis, the shaman also administered beatings to Beylar whenever the mood struck him...and that was fairly often.

The blow from Master Arithon brought back the memories of those days.

The pain was excruciating, and as he slid across the hard ground, Beylar realized the his Master had restrained himself...thankfully. He could already feel his mouth swelling up. Then...peace. Calm. Relief. He had just slid to a stop when he realized that whatever had helped to protect his shoulder was now doing the same for his jaw. He could see the threads of magic escaping from the earth around him, and flowing directly into him. As the tendrils intersected, they became a blinding white color, radiating warmth. When they touched him, he felt renewed.

He was whole yet again, though he stayed down, allowing Arithon to feel as if his point was made. Beylars eyes fell on the female, and her beauty invigorated him, and made all his agony seep away. This...Angel...represented something new to Beylar, something he never really had before.

A choice.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
21-12-2004, 22:31
OOC: Hey, if you don't want my character in here, just let me know Arithon and I will go. It seems that your character is not so willing to mingle, eh? Meh, if you ask me to go I will....:(

IC: Rashel, felt the pain. It vibrated within her and her body absorbed it, much like a sponge would absorb water. The light within her disintergrated it and healed the broken and bruised. This was her calling, she was a healer, not so much the warrior of the past.

Arithon's words stung, but the truth could hurt. She herself were blind to the happenings after she sacrificed herself to Jyai. She did not know of the ending. She knew though she was a help with it and that good came out of it and that is all that mattered to her.

His anger boiled within and she was getting woozy. What could drive so much hatred of angels? The answer she could not find.

She would not explain herself to him, she knew he would use those words to bring others down. It was a sign of insecurities, otherwise, he would have gladly overtaken her by now. Yet, does he realize he cannot? He does not know what is hidden in the dark corners of the mind, no one does.

No one knows what stirs in the blackest abyss of one's mind.

Her brown eyes swirled with black ribbons until all colour was lost.
Starring into an abyss one can be lost in it.

"Although I may have been corrected, I am not leaving. It is not as simple as one of your poisonious spells your put upon others. Do not forget the power of the light. Sometimes it is not such a bad consequence to use it to your advantage."
Northwestern Liang
21-12-2004, 22:36
Healed. Again. Yorinaga studied Beylar's face, and he studied the angel. He is considering...Alas, he is not mine. Let him have his human fantasies, for now. Turning his head, he noticed the buildup of energy centering around Arithon, noted the look of malice, and wondered at the different history of these demons and angels. A rebellion, then? Against who?

The angel's words bounced off Yorinaga like a pebble on a brick wall. Join? A deva with an asura? It was not unheard of in the cosmology that Dao Yorinaga followed for asuras to rule over devas, but apart from that they were strictly at war. Time after time the devas had whined and moaned to the higher gods after they had been subjugated, and time after time war in the heavens had been fought. We had been so close... Once more Yorinaga stopped. And now she seeks to turn aside demonic wrath once it has been aroused. Most interesting.

Dao Yorinaga's eyes flash deep purple, and the sphere that surrounds the demons brightens. "Curiosity has been the downfall of many a great being, deva. Judging by certain factors, it appears as if you will join the cat." He smiles pleasantly before turning to Arithon and projecting his voice into the demon lord's head. Arithon, I realize that your servant's ineptitude is well-deserving of punishment. For now, however, the constant physical rebukes combined with his human lust for the deva...draw your own conclusions." His 'voice' was calm, with a hint of subservience so as not to be seen as meddling. Long had Yorinaga walked among men on the Earth, and he recognized their signs all-too-quickly.
Arithon
22-12-2004, 01:22
OOC: ATG, your character is perfectly welcome. I know Arithon seems hostile, but he is a demon lord after all. I think Beylar will draw your character into this mess quite nicely though :D

IC: Arithon watched Beylar. His newly awakened power was working well for him, healing the physical damage the demon lord dished out. That didn't matter though, Beylar had gathered the point. The only problem was this angel, she was causing more trouble than she thought. Especially with the human...

He was starting to lose patience with this woman. She was an angelic, but she seemed to be hardly acting as a representative of the light. She just stood there...

"Angel, obviously you won't be struck down here for obvious reasons, but you know how much we welcome your presence. What is your purpose here, why have they sent you?"

The energy still flowed around Arithon, but his stance appeared as if he would not strike in the near future. Although, apperances can be misleading. The demon lord paid attention as Yorinaga as he spoke to the angel and then to his advise regarding Beylar. He was correct.

"I see what is happening. It seems a different approach would be prudent to keep the human's loyalties."
Gawdly
22-12-2004, 01:40
He peeked through tightly closed eyes, not believing that the Angel was still there and not a pile of smouldering ashes as Beylar expected her to be. Arithon, his Dread Master, had not smacked down the beautiful woman, which was a good thing. She was much more pleasant on the eye than the rest of the group.

He looked at his Master, and respect grew in his soul. He had spared the Angel, and was willing to listen. Beylar realized that his respect and belief in Arithon was well-founded, and he got to his feet, proud to be a servant of the Dread Lord. The eldritch energies were still visible to him, swirling and weaving, the multi-colored threads dancing around all who were gathered here. With his mind, he traced a large, ruby red vein of purest mana and redirected it towards his Master. The power flowed into Arithon, filling him suddenly but causing no pain or distress. If anything, he would feel pleasure at his newfound power. With his mind, Beylar sent out a message.

"This is my Gift, Lord Arithon, and so it is yours as well, whenever you desire it."
Wandering Argonians
22-12-2004, 18:53
Darkness was an ally, he reminded himself... Cloaked in its concealing blanket he could move unseen, unheard through the city...

His charcoal-gray attire contributed to this belief... The cloak that once hung from his shoulders was now draped across them, covering most of his torso & snout. Tattered pants hung around muscular legs, a long-sleeved shirt did the same on his torso, his clawed hands wrapped in cloth like a boxer would tape his knuckles. The reptillian feet where wrapped in the same manner. His tail, long, dexterous & whip-like, curled behind him. He was unarmed, not that he needed the weapons of his past... They had been taken from him at the time of his death... He would never wield them while he served another.

The tattered strip of cloth that hid his eyes, pupil-less orbs of molten gold, gave him a blinded appearance. In truth, he was blind in the conventional sense... He saw with eyes of a different kind. The beings below where presented to him as shades of red, blue, gold, or grey, the buildings where detailed shapes of black against a colorless sky...

The man in the street below burned a firey black-edged red, his footsteps leaving crimson marks in the pavement as he walked. The younger man, sprawled several feet away, burned with a lesser hue of the same odd fire...

'Demons, or some spawn connected to them... The standing one is powerful, he smells familiar... Perhaps he is Arithon? The younger must be his student...'

The female near the two was highlighted in gold, a shimmering aura that pleased the shadow-creature...

'Angelic, a servant of our Lord... Odd, Makaal has not singed me for making such a reference. His power must be null outside of the Marsh...'

The final individual was a mystery, shielded in gray hues, an unknown factor...

Slowly, the shadow crept down to the edge of his rooftop perch, landing in the alleyway with little more than a soft thump. He rose slowly from his low crouch, moving towards the gathering slowly, streetlight illuminating his scales, that same hue as his clothing. He had taken an oath, long ago to root out the evils of the mortal world, since his return to it he had done little to honor that oath...

That was about to change...
Arithon
24-12-2004, 15:46
Arithon nodded in acknowledgement towards Beylar's gift. He had big plans for that gift, if her ever had the oppurtunity to channel it and see what could be done with it. Unfortunately, this little party had formed and continued to attract new members.

The demon lord was about to speak to the angel once again when he sensed yet another presence. This one wasn't human, but it wasn't demon. A species of this planet. It didn't really matter, Arithon didn't want whoever it was here.

Energies began to flow faster once again as Arithon wrenched them out of an easy flow. He would be ready to annihilate this newcomer unless they had a very good reason for being here and why he shouldn't strike them down on the spot.
Wandering Argonians
24-12-2004, 20:20
The black-edged aura around the upright male glowed brighter... A build-up of energy. Death was something he had tasted before, a bitter finale to a sad excuse for an exsistance. Makaal would not tolerate him within his realm until his task, whichever random act of violence the diety had laid out for him, was complete. The painful process of transportation to the mortal realm would take about an hour or so, and he would return...

"Stay your hand, demon... Your kind are not welcome in the mortal realm... Why are you here?"

The shadow-creature's voice was a gravelly hiss, sounding as if it hadn't been used in a long span of time. He coughed once, sending a plume of ashy dust into the air... Air once more filled his lungs, allowing for clearer speech. The creature awaited a response...
Kaiakoura
25-12-2004, 02:54
OOC-Sorry I don't have anything better to post now, I think minion is kind of in background, watch everybody elses move mode. Oh, sorry I haven't been posting, Holidays and I was trapped at my friends house for three days due to snow.
Arithon
25-12-2004, 15:30
OOC: That's fine, we're all kinda just playing along with things, I don't have a specific direction for this RP save that Arithon won't be dying or starting any large scale battles. So anyone is welcome to steer in a direction they may like.

IC: Arithon could see there was something odd about this creature, but he wasn't really in the mood for caring. The energies remained active around his person, ever ready to strike the newcomer down and send him back to the dark bit from which he came. For now, Arithon witheld.

"I know very well where my kind are welcome. I am not here by my own choice, keep that in mind... beast. If you can endure my presence for another ten years, then you won't have anything to worry about. That is, until the horde floods this world and consumes all that live within."

The muscles in Arithon's arm strained and relax obviously as his fist clenched and unclenched. The tension was in the air again, recently revived by this new arrival. Arithon waited for the other demons to react.
Northwestern Liang
25-12-2004, 18:25
Yorinaga eyed the new arrival curiously. "You would question our existence here when your own is so miserable?" He said quietly, taking in the creature with somewhat disgusted eyes. Naga? Asura? What is he? he thought, attempting to classify the being within his own heavenly hierarchy, different from the ones the angel and Arithon swore to.

"As it stands, you look hardly more welcome in this realm then demonkin. And much less able to keep yourself here," he said with a tone of malevolence, his eyes flashing violet and the sphere that surrounded the demons and Beylar pulsing slightly.
Arithon
28-12-2004, 13:06
OOC: A response from ATG or WA would be appropriate...
Wandering Argonians
29-12-2004, 07:16
OOC: I apologize, my computer locked up in the midst of a posting. It just now seems to be cooperating. I appreciate your patience in waiting.

IC:

The shadow-being stood a bit taller... Demonic arrogance was something he had become used to. Their kind had fallen to his blades, bullets, and spells in the past, but he had none of those things, save any residual magic left over from his resurrection. He had never been a powerful mage, more of a master of a few select spells he had used when he needed them... Fist and foot where his sole armaments, harmless beyond arm's reach...

"Do you believe that you will succeed where your master Satan has failed? Do not underestimate the resolve of the mortal people, not just those of the human race but others that share this exsistance with them. Do you not think my Lord will let you enter unchallenged? Angels will descend from the heavens & cast you & your hordes back down into whatever black pit you where spawned from. My people will leave their marshland homes to do battle with your kind, as they have do with vampires & other insurgents of your overlord in the past. What makes you think you are to succeed?"

A battle would do little good. He was alone, and unfamiliar with the opposition, the terrain, and his own limits in combat. The demon lord alone would be more than a match, much less with his minions at his side. It would be best to trade verbal blows than physical ones. Perhaps a motive could be learned...
Arithon
29-12-2004, 07:42
Arithon had enough. He wanted to get onto more important things, like taking advantage of Beylar's unique ability. The fact that this newcomer thought Arithon to be associated with Lucifer was almost insulting. Arithon was a pure demon, not some half half cast betrayer that had fallen from the light and now existed as a twisted breed of demon.

Arithon was a real demon, 100% of the darkness and he served the true master of evil, The Nameless One. The very counterpart to the light's God. Of course, he couldn't expect insignificant mortal creatures to possess a great knowledge of demonic relations and the sort, it was beyond them.

Ignoring the newcomer, Arithon walked up to Beylar and placed a hand upon the human's head. It was time to see just what could be done with a human that was connected to the very energies of the planet. Within minutes, there was a noticable difference within the sky.

Odd streams of crimson light arced through the night sky, seemingly following random paths and illuminating below in an eerie red glow. A few more seconds and the earth noticably shook beneath their feet, causing a significant crack to open up before the newcomer's feet.

This would be useful indeed. Arithon could use Beylar for the detrement of all those on this planet.
Wandering Argonians
29-12-2004, 08:03
A simple sidestep countered any earth-based attacks that might have been launched from such a rift...

"It has been written, Arithon... You will fail. Consult the book. It speaks of Armageddon, and its outcome... Be content with your firey underworld, and covet not that which is not yours."

The demon-lord was arrogant, proud in his title & power. If only his companions of old where here to stand with him against this threat... The last he had seen of them was before his fall at the hands of a wraith in some dark Velmorian crypt... A mental note was made to check on both Skadi & Sigrun when he was done here, victory or defeat...
Gawdly
29-12-2004, 13:58
At his Dread Master's touch, Beylar froze, his mouth an open rictus of a silent scream. Arithon was not just taking the flow of eldritch energies from him, but sucking it through him with such a force that it felt as if Beylars very soul was being torn asunder. Never before had he felt so much pure power flow through him...it was as if each cell in his body was aflame. The pain was blinding, and still his master took more from him. As the agony grew, the young man briefly wondered whether he would survive the experience...
Arithon
29-12-2004, 14:02
Arithon didn't care for human prophecies. He knew of the bible and the so called Armageddon. That didn't bother him, in fact... it could work to his advantage. The earth was the middle land between darkness and light, neither ruled it yet both attempted to. Arithon was more concerned with the destruction of mortals, something this Armageddon could bring about.

Looking down at the newcomer, Arithon scowled once again.

"You think just because it was written it shall come about? That mortal, is where you have been fooled by the light. There may indeed come an armageddon, but it is just as likely to be an event caused by myself than some biblical fabrication. I will not decieve you, I intend to have humans purged from this realm and have it ruled by demon kind. You have no idea what the angelics want, they will never be forthright with you, they will just expect your faith and give you nothing in return."

With that, the demonic energies exploded around Arithon as he moved upon the newcomer, threatening to snuff out his life where he stood.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
29-12-2004, 22:10
OOC: Sorry, my job at the bar has left me sleeping most of the day away and then working late.

IC: A smile crept across her face as she listened to their words. Such ignorance in Arithon. He, of course, would not have anything in return from the light because he lacked faith. Although, sometimes it appears as if someone does not receive they do, but not the way they expect it.

She thought for a bit before speaking. Arithon was very intelligent and would manipulate her words.

Before speaking she looked upon Beylar. ~Child, I hold you in my hands and you are in the hands of God. He shall not let you die. Your time is not yet and we will not let you go this way.~

Rashel closed her eyes and took in the essence of the human and molded it with hers, giving a part of herself. This would reflect the very part of Arithon who could eventually kill the human. His destiny was not fulfilled yet; she would not let him die, well yet.

She sighed. Words were not always her suit, more so was her heart. "You seem to not know of what you talk of Arithon. How can one know of faith when they lack it? That is to say how can one know a foreign language when they have not been exposed to it. The very idea of faith would conflict with your ideas. So, how are you to say that nothing is returned? You would not know because you have not had faith in the one of above. Things are granted in various ways until they become knowledgeable and understand why."

She nodded to the newcomer. "As for the end, it is much of the bible, just a story. A story created by humans. They do not know of the end. Only one does. Arithon, do not forget what created this world, he would not let it whither under your control. A battle would be formed, but be useless in your sense because if their was a chance of losing this place to a demon of your kind, and do not be arrogant there are others of your kind, he would end the world. It would be nothing, a void. So any plan you have would be worthless because he is always watching. If you want a battle then I do agree with him," motioning to lizard creature, "there are many on the side of the light."
Arithon
30-12-2004, 07:54
Arithon could sense Beylar's concern over his life. The human worried for nothing, Arithon would not let him die. Then the angel intervened. Arithon was immediately alerted when her presence touched the human, molding his essence, attempting to corrupt him. This would not be tolerated.

Without hesitating, Arithon unleashed those energies and directed them towards Rashel. The attack wouldn't kill her, or even harm her beyond anything that would cause significant damage, it was merely a warning. Arithon watched as Rashel was sent flying backwards and crashed into a brick wall, causing the wall to shudder under the impact and a few bricks to fall down.

"That, angel, was for intervening where you are not welcome! This one has made a decision and that decision was me. You have no place inside him."

The demon lord stepped forward slightly, closer to Rashel. There wasn't another attack evident, but Arithon's presence had been felt.

"You think your god is unchallenged? You think he holds dominance over this world? The Nameless One is easily his match, easily. Your god tries to destroy this world? Ours won't allow it! There is a balance whether you like it or not, and eventually we shall destroy that balance, plunging this world into darkness."

Calming down slightly, Arithon composed himself.

"I grow weary of your games angel. The human and I have things to worry about that do not concern your kind."

He then turned to the newcomer.

"Or you!"
Doodius
30-12-2004, 07:58
Alas, the Holy Empire of Doodius came down upon Arithon, and smited him with the holy hampsters of Dildonia! Brothers, join me!
Gawdly
30-12-2004, 13:03
The pain...the pure, unadultered pain tore through him, shredding his soul and ripping away all semblance of sanity from him. His eyes were aflame, and his tongue had grown to the size of a shoe. His hair screamed in agony as his skin blistered and peeled, regrowing to start the cycle yet again. Beylar was lost, aware he was being sucked dry to the point of death. He would have wept, but his tears had razor-sharp edges, and cut deeply into his flesh.

Suddenly, a quiet hush fell in his mind, and the pain, the unrelenting waves of agony, ceased. It was as if a coccoon of peace had surrounded him, healing him and caressing the young man with hope, faith and light. He saw an aura around the beautiful Angel, a bright glowing explosion of warmth. A small tendril snaked towards him, connected to his coccoon like an umbilical cord. He realized she had saved him yet again, protecting him from his Master's uncaring abuse, and leaving herself open for retribution.

Why? Why would she risk her own life to save him??

He had to find away for her to survive...his Master was filled with the life-force of the world, and the crackling energies that swirled around him were looking for an escape. Arithon was still drawing the eldritch flow through Beylar, but now the young man felt more in control. He watched helplessly as Arithon unleashed the smallest portion of his power, throwing Rashel across the alley to land heavilly against the brick wall. As she slid to the ground, Beylar broke from his reverie and stepped between his Master and his target.

"M'Lord...forgive me for speaking out of turn but...are we not wasting our time here? Fighting her will only lead to more of her kind coming here, which will only delay your quest...surely you could simply immobilize her somehow, so she can't disrupt your plans?" Beylar looked hopefully at his Master.

"You can always kill her later, sir."
Northwestern Liang
30-12-2004, 19:43
Yorinaga was, to say the least, an entirely different sort of demon. In fact the term 'demon' itself was somewhat misleading. For in Lord Yorinaga's cosmology, there was no higher power, only gods and demons of greater and lesser powers, all of whom would be consumed at the current cycle's end. Several times before had the demons, the asuras, triumphed over and maintained their rule over the gods, or devas, yet always to be eventually tricked, outsmarted, or simply beaten and pushed back into the type of hell that they lived in, which was very different from the fiery lake. And so, you see, he was a sort of a fatalist. All would be consumed at the world's end, why waste time waging war on gods or humans, who would die, eventually, as all would? Yet this is not to say he was not capable of evil of the greatest sort. Yorinaga was always keen to make a mark on history, and he held no regard for any life, be it human, angel, or demon, but he did not seek out mass annihilation like Arithon did. He watched the growing exchange, noted the misconceptions the naga had about demonkin in general. This Satanic breed, as far as Yorinaga was concerned, were not true demons anyways, simply angels with a grudge. True asuras had been created with a separate existence when the world came into being, were not simply fallen devas.

Of course, the angel in front of him ranked as simply a lesser version of deva, hardly worth considering when you knew the sort of power thrown around in past heavenly wars. No power or dominion could be taken over from her death, as such she was no threat and of no use to Yorinaga. He eyed the growing exchange between Arithon and the angel with a look of almost-amusement, noted again Beylar's infatuation, and wondered if anyone was getting anywhere.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
30-12-2004, 22:38
OOC: Hmmm...I always ponder why the demons consider my character of being such an useless angel? Many battles have become with her and she has prevailed. Are your demons too arrogant to realize a match, or are the writers? Sorry, I just get alittle pissed when my characters are belittled in such a way, when I do none of the such.

IC: Rashel shook of the warning, much like a dog would shake off a flea. Just an annoying bit of everyday life. She wasn't stupid she knew what he spoke of, but he lacked any knowledge on the other half because he was not open to it. Although, Rashel was bathed in the light, she was also exposed to the dark, thus she gained more "power" then those around her.

I suppose it is better that they underestimate me, let them be the fools in the end.

The energy inside Rashel absorbed much of what Arithon had thrown at her and her own inner tendrils of lights escaped, more so exploded, and hit Arithon with much of a similar sense. Her intention was to be much of a slap in the face. She was not going anywhere and she did not need to be warned of the danger before her. It was her decision to stay. Her tendrils splattered against Arithon sending a flight of burning fire to errupt on him. It licked at his very core. Just like his was a warning and not much harm was done, so was hers.

"I did not know that demon lords worried. Those emotions remind me of humans such as Beylar."

She looked at him and then back to Arithon. "Do not think I will leave because of what you possible could attack me with. I did not think you were that stupid to know that the light would always be there and without the light you can not have your shadows."
Northwestern Liang
31-12-2004, 02:29
OOC: Yorinaga has absolutely no knowledge of your previous battles. The devas he's dealed with in the past tend to be the huge, massive-elephant riding thunderbolt-throwing burly huge muscled types. By comparison, Rashel doesn't fit the typical 'mighty god' stereotype at all. That and her gender just make it all the more unlikely that Yorinaga, who's used to being head hauncho, would see her as an equal. Don't take it personal, ATG. ;)

Unfortunately, the angel had not taken into account Yorinaga, who remained silent but whose violet spherical shield around the demons repelled the warning shot with a small amount of effort. If it had been larger, the shield, which was only meant as a small deterrent, would have shattered, but the small shot was summarily dissipated. His expression did not change, and he remained quiet, watching the war of words with interest.
Arithon
31-12-2004, 03:08
OOC: ATG, I'm not trying to belittle Rashel. Arithon is and always has been an arrogant character, it's nothing against you. I know from first hand what Rashel can do and as you saw, it was just a warning, nothing significant. I know if I picked a real fight, Arithon wouldn't so easily swat Rashel away.

Keep in mind though, he is the head demon lord of my demons. He's bigger and badder than the last demon lord you battled with Izual. But, he's still trapped in human form for 10 more yrs, so he's not a big menace to you at the moment. Sorry for any misunderstandings... ;)

IC: Arithon hadn't been expecting the angel to return an attack and was not ready for it. Whilst only a warning, it would have been uncomfortable nonetheless. Thankfully, it was stopped. Arithon recognised the demonic shield as it flared to life in use and sighed slightly. He gave a slight nod to Yoringa, showing his appreciation.

Calmed down slightly, Arithon looked at Rashel with a more reserved expression.

"We exist seperately. Whilst we balance eachother, we are seperate creatures and will always exist independently. If you don't believe me, just wait. The day will come."

With that, Arithon picked by Beylar by his shirt and began walking down another side alley. He'd had enough, there were more important things to be doing.

"Come human, we need to explore your potential."

Now back in the streets, the intense dark aura around Arithon had dissipated to avoid getting anymore attention. They were now just another two human wandering the streets.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
01-01-2005, 10:34
OOC: Sorry guys, guess I let my female hormones get the best of me. Just a misunderstanding.
Wandering Argonians
01-01-2005, 19:23
The shadow-lizard remained unphased by Arithon's attacks... They where nothing more than pot-shots coming from a being of his power. His clothing, however, emitted a light, hazy smoke. He turned to the angel...

"I feel as if we have met before... Are you familiar with a vampiric who calls himself 'David'?"

He had little concern for Arithon's destination. Being a demon, he was sure to destroy something in the next few hours. After such displays, one could not help but locate a being such as he. The shadow-lizard awaited a response from the angel, hoping to better understand his potential ally...
imported_AmandaTheGreat
03-01-2005, 00:42
David. She smiled, Jyai. They were one the same and so much more. She missed her dear friend, could he know of David and his whereabouts?

"Yes, I do know of David. We have had a lot of history together. Most recently with the angel Izual. Tell me what you know of him."
Gawdly
03-01-2005, 13:42
As his Master dragged him off, Beylar looked back at the Angel, longing in his eyes. At least she would survive, now that Arithon had decided to leave her behind. He watched as she spoke to the lizard-man, for lack of a better name. Beylar had never seen, let alone imagined, a creature like that could exist...but he was quickly learning that there existed another, more dangerous world outside the mortal realm, one that he was now firmly a part of.

As his heels dragged along the muddy road, he looked back again at Rashel, wishing she could join with them, adding her light to balance the darkness. The young man knew that this could not be, and he stared long and hard at her, capturing the memory of her in his mind, hiding it deep within him so that no one could purge her from his soul. With a last, fleeting glance, he turned to regard his Master.

"Ummm, you can let go now, boss. I can keep up, I promise."
Arithon
04-01-2005, 04:06
Arithon looked down at Beylar as he kept walking and grunted, releasing the human as he continued walking.

"Listen to me. Forget that angel. You have already made a committment and it does not involve her in a friendly manner. If you don't accept that, I'll kill your right now and this can be over with. As it is, I'll only be here for another ten years. Your fate during that time depends entirely on how you choose to behave."

The demon lord seemed to grow even more menacing, as he spoke those next few words.

"Do not cross me human. I still command powers beyond your imagination and you will feel the wrath of the Underworld if you betray me. That, I promise you. Now hurry, we have business to attend to. We must get out of this city."

The demon lord led Beylar through the winding streets of the city, not looking back to see if he was following.
Arithon
07-01-2005, 04:33
I'll be away from the 8th to the 18th/19th. We might as well let this thread die since it isn't really going anywhere.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
07-01-2005, 20:33
OOC: Boy you are not very optimistic. Well, I like this story and I hope you continue it. It has much potential.
Gawdly
09-01-2005, 17:02
<<OOC: Me too. I think there is potential here...maybe Amanada and WA should join forces and come after us, to try and stop whatever Arithon has planned? Anyways, when you get back, let's see then...>>
Wandering Argonians
16-01-2005, 00:26
OOC: I could see that happening, it would be good for Whiptail's development to get back into the grand religious scheme of things.

I would also like to apologize for my lack of inactivity.

What do you say, ATG?

Will we form an alliance of Light & (Insert Alignment Here)?
Arithon
18-01-2005, 11:08
Well I am back and willing to continue this thread if there is still interest.
Gawdly
18-01-2005, 13:18
*waves*

Welcome back! Much interest here!
imported_AmandaTheGreat
18-01-2005, 17:47
Points above at previous post. I am interested. Yes, WA, we can work something out.
Wandering Argonians
18-01-2005, 18:20
OOC: What is Arithon's grand sceme?
Kazar-Tiyon
18-01-2005, 21:14
Interesting... So many powers converging on on location! Clearly something interesting is going on there.

Kazar-Tiyon stepped onto a disc woven of shadow and soared off towards the site of the meeting, but he was more cautious than usual. He directed most of his power into concealing his approach; only the most sensitive would detect the dark magic that filled him, and he was completely invisible to ordinary eyes. He had almost regained enough strength to take a more active role in the world, so he had something to lose for a change. It would be best, he had decided, to see what exactly the situation was before taking action.

Reaching the general area of the strange group, Kazar settled down a roof top. Arriving just in time to see Arithon haul Beyr away through an alley, he dispatched one of his spy constructs (it looks like a tiny speck of red light) to follow the two, his attention remaining on the rest of the group.
Gawdly
19-01-2005, 01:32
Arithon looked down at Beylar as he kept walking and grunted, releasing the human as he continued walking.

"Listen to me. Forget that angel. You have already made a committment and it does not involve her in a friendly manner. If you don't accept that, I'll kill your right now and this can be over with. As it is, I'll only be here for another ten years. Your fate during that time depends entirely on how you choose to behave."

The demon lord seemed to grow even more menacing, as he spoke those next few words.

"Do not cross me human. I still command powers beyond your imagination and you will feel the wrath of the Underworld if you betray me. That, I promise you. Now hurry, we have business to attend to. We must get out of this city."

The demon lord led Beylar through the winding streets of the city, not looking back to see if he was following.

Follow he did, as closely as possible without infringing on the Demon Lords personal space...Beylar didn't want to incur his fearsome wrath yet again. He repeated to himself for the hundredth time that he was doing the smart thing, and that his decision to give his soul to this Great and Foul Darkspawn was one that would grant him immense power and wealth. Already he could feel himself changing under his Master's wing, his unique abilities changing and morphing with virtually every step. He wasn't surprised when he sensed the arrival of the newcomer.

Beylar had become even more entwined with the eldritch energies that flowed through this world, and he had become more than a simple conduit of magical power, he had become one with the mystical blood that pumped through the heart of the planet. When the stranger had arrived, it was as if a drop of water had fallen on a pond of oil, his own alien energies warring with the natural power of the land. Beylar wasn't able to pinpoint his location, but he knew that something was not quite right. He quickened his pace, and drew abreast of his Dark Master.

"M'Lord, my apologies but I have...sensed the arrival of yet another creature, one with powerful magicks about him. I...I thought I should warn you..." The young man kept walking, waiting for the blow he was sure was on its way.
Arithon
19-01-2005, 02:21
Arithon slowed down until Beylar walked next to him. It appeared as if the demon lord gave a slight smile, but it was gone quickly.

"I know. He is one I have heard of many times before, having being involved with other demons under my service. I know not what he does here, but it is unlikely that he shall provide a problem for us. Now let's get out of this city, we have business to conduct."

Leading Beylar into another alley, one that seemed just as dark and secluded as the other, Arithon cast his hand about and watched as a brick wall seemed to collapse in on itself, revealing a swirling portal of darkness, lined with a crimson glow of energies.

Not waiting for Beylar to grasp what that was, he hurled the human through the portal before stepping inside himself. Quickly emerging upon the other side, Arithon picked up Beylar and indicated the large forest in front of them.

"We are about 100km away from that city."

Taking the lead, Arithon moved into the treeline, not paying any attention to the animal sounds or other parts of a forest that might intimidate some lesser creatures.

Walking behind Arithon, Beylar would notice the trees his passed seemed to wither and die, the grass turned black, silence now filled the night air and the forest was quickly becoming a graveyard of wood.

The pair continued deeper into the forest, nearing Arithon's intended destination.
Arithon
22-01-2005, 12:55
If you guys want to continue this than perhaps you'd like to post?
Gawdly
22-01-2005, 20:04
Leading Beylar into another alley, one that seemed just as dark and secluded as the other, Arithon cast his hand about and watched as a brick wall seemed to collapse in on itself, revealing a swirling portal of darkness, lined with a crimson glow of energies.

Not waiting for Beylar to grasp what that was, he hurled the human through the portal before stepping inside himself. Quickly emerging upon the other side, Arithon picked up Beylar and indicated the large forest in front of them.

"We are about 100km away from that city."

Taking the lead, Arithon moved into the treeline, not paying any attention to the animal sounds or other parts of a forest that might intimidate some lesser creatures.

Walking behind Arithon, Beylar would notice the trees his passed seemed to wither and die, the grass turned black, silence now filled the night air and the forest was quickly becoming a graveyard of wood.

The pair continued deeper into the forest, nearing Arithon's intended destination.

The blow never came, and in retrospect, Beylar had almost wished it had. Instead he was picked up bodily, and tossed into a vortex of mystical energy that seemed to shred his being into a million strips, then reform in time to watch himself be born, live and die. The young man became a woman, then a bird. As quick as it began, it ended, and Beylar found himself standing in a strange land, his Dread Lord Master already striding far ahead. He hurried to follow, his eye noticing the lush vegetation turning black at their passage. It was then he noticed that he was not mystically connected with this land, as if his gift didn't exist. As he ran to catch up, he desperately hoped that this loss was only a temporary one. Without his powers, Beylar was useless, to his Master and to himself.
Wandering Argonians
24-01-2005, 00:19
OOC: I have a rather busy RL, I post when I can.

IC: Whiptail was at a loss... The Demon Lord & his underling had vanished. The Angel was unresponsive...

"Where might they have gone?"
imported_AmandaTheGreat
25-01-2005, 01:06
She extended herself to find the human named Beylar. She couldn't reach him; he had traveled beyond her reach. All she could do now was wait and she had been around long enough to be able to do that.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked to the creature named Whiptail. Her voice grave, "All we can do it wait because they have traveled into gray and I cannot reach him. I would only know where he is if he would call out to me."
Kazar-Tiyon
25-01-2005, 23:11
Kazar's Eye (the spy construct) returned, reporting that it had lost the trail when Arithon took his new servant through a portal. He released the spell, letting the magic dissipate. It had recorded the working of energy that had formed the portal, and K-T thought he might be able to recreate it, but for now he was more curious about the less familiar group...

He crept to the edge of the roof, watching the beings below.
Arithon
27-01-2005, 09:00
OOC: Guys keep in mind that Arithon hasn't taken Beylar anywhere particularly evil or anything. He's just in a forest a fair distance outside the city where they were before.

IC: After about fifteen minute's walk, the pair reach a clearing surrounded by dense growth and a plentiful amount of thorns. As the pair stopped within the clearing, the path seemed to disappear and was engulfed by the plants. Arithon didn't seem disturbed by this at all.

The forest wasn't a particularly disturbing place, yet this single grove had something odd about it. Probably just because Arithon had been here before and influenced it, but the plants all seemed dead, yet still active in a creepy way. Narled trees blocked out any light and black grass jutted up from the decaying leaf cover.

Indicating that Beylar should sit down, Arithon looked down upon the human.

"Now it's time to see what we can do with this power of yours."
Gawdly
27-01-2005, 13:46
After a few moments of following his Dread Lord and Master, Beylar began to feel the first inklings of the magic around him. Shortly, he realized that his connection to the eldritch energies that flowed through the world was being reestablished. It seemed that the magical teleportation he had gone through had somehow disrupted his powers temporarily. Beylar felt relief, realizing for the first time how important his power was to himself, and how empty and lost he felt without it.

They continued on, coming to a stop in a small glade. It was a surreal setting, all the plantlife seemingly filled with life, but in a dark and twisted way. Everything was black, and crippled and gnarled beyond comprehension. The young man looked around, a small chill creeping through his soul. Arithon told him to sit down, not unkindly but in a brusque fashion. His Lord wished to test him, and Beylar took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever was asked of him.

For some strange reason, the image of the beautiful angel came to him, smiling at him, bringing a familiar comfort to his mind. Now he felt ready for the pain that was sure to come.
Arithon
29-01-2005, 16:06
Arithon appeared to fall backwards, as if he expected something to catch him. Beylar watched, expecting to hear a thud as he hit the ground but it never came. Arithon was now casually seated upon a throne of shadows. Physics couldn't explain how he was sitting upon it, but it was solid enough. Looking into Beylar's eyes, Arithon spoke calmly.

"Alright human, it's time you learned something about pain tolerance. Pain is nothing. It is merely your body reacting to something it doesn't like. If you have the self control, you can ignore that message. You can close off the nerves that carry such pain. Since you humans have such a low tolerance for it, I suggest you become quite adept at blocking it off. I am going to channel your power through my will. You will feel my presence within you. As long as you cooperate, there won't be any problems. Understand?"

Arithon didn't give Beylar anytime to respond before he placed a hand upon the human's head. Shadows engulfed the pair, completely blocking out Beylar's vision whilst Arithon seemed to be concentrating on something. He could feel Arithon's presence deep within him, but it didn't hurt. Arithon wasn't doing any damage, he was merely there, getting used to the attunement Beylar lived with.

"Are you ready human?"
Gawdly
08-02-2005, 19:44
"Are you ready human?"

His new Master, the Dreaded and Much Feared Arithon, had just told him that he was about to experience a new sort of pain, one that would probably dwarf any he had ever lived through, or could ever imagine. As far as Beylar was concerned, he would NEVER be ready.

Arithon was inside of him now, seeking answers forcefully, peeling layers from the young man's very soul. There were no secrets to be found, except for one that could not be answered, and that was Why Beylar? The human seemed to simply be a pipeline to the eldritch energies that lived in the world's core, and nothing more. This direct connection gave the boy a sensitivity to the magicks of his surroundings, as well as the ability to channel and direct the flow of power that ran through him.

Why Beylar?

The young man didn't have the answer, and even if he did, he was currently too scared to even think about it.
Arithon
09-02-2005, 08:03
Finally happy with the way Beylar was attuned to the energies of the world, Arithon seized control. This was something he had always wanted, control of the power flowing through this realm. Arithon probed the energies to make sure all was in order before making his first act.

First of all, the night became completely black. The sky was totally devoid of anything but darkness. A shroud of darkness had engulfed the world as core energies were ripped out of balance. Now for something bigger. Arithon plunged into the elemental energies of Earth, shifting alignment that subsequently caused tectonic plates to shift alignment.

With a thunderous intensity, the earth moved beneath the pair, sending a shockwave of energy through the earth, toward settlements all over the nation. The force of such a shock was sure to crumble buildings, open the earth and claim several lives. Lives that would be send straight to Arithon's realm.

Storms soon filled the sky, spewing eratic arcs of lightning onto unsuspecting cities. Lava emerged from the widening fissures caused by the earthquakes and storm surges battered the coast with an extreme ferocity. Chaos reigned as the elements of the earth were shattered and forced into a path of destruction.

Arithon drew back from Beylar's mind and grinned. They were perfectly safe within the wards he had established...
Gawdly
09-02-2005, 13:22
The young man watched as Arithon rode him like a rearing stallion, directing the flow of energies back into the earth, causing cataclysmic reactions. Beylar floated, detached and uninvolved, watching helplessly as his Master gained control of the mystic flow, and claimed ownership of it. The young man could do nothing but observe silently as Arithon had his way with him.

What was the Masters purpose now? Why would he simply destroy? In his heart, he knew the answer. Evil was as Evil is, and the more darkness that spread throughout the land, the more powerful Arithon would become. With Beylars aid, the Dread Lord could quickly cover this world in black anger, and then use it as a stepping stone to conquer other realms. With Beylar by his side, there was now no limit to Arithons power. Briefly, the young man felt pride, knowing that his gift would help his Master. The pride was swiftly overcome by a wave of guilt, knowing he was responsible for the deaths of many innocents.

Then his mind filled with an image of her, smiling forgiveness towards him. As he smiled back, the torrent of eldritch energy that flowed through him began to ebb, then trickle down to a tiny stream. This was not Beylar's doing...he was too busy losing himself in the Angel's beauty. Somehow, she was influencing him from afar, without his knowledge. The storms around them began to relent, and slowly lose their intensity.
Arithon
12-02-2005, 15:24
Arithon sat back and reflected. Things were going well so far. The human would prove useful, he could easily cripple human defences with this ability and make it that much more easier to conquer this world when the demon horde finally tore a permanent gate into this world open. There would be time for that in the future.

Whilst significant damage had already been done, Arithon noticed the storm was dying in intensity. Knowing that only the human could be doing such, he delved back into his mind to find the image of the angel firmly embedded there. Moved to fury, Arithon lashed out with a mental jolt that sent Beylar's mind into a spiral of agony and disorientation. Whilst stunned, Beylar was unable to evade the thundering kick to his face by Arithon, sending the human sprawling to the ground.

Spreading his awareness over several kilometers, Arithon found the little gathering and decided to give the odd creature and the angel something to play with. There was no warning for the pair as lava flowed out of the ground and brick seemd to come to life, forming six large golems. Three of molten rock, three of processed rock. The party attacked the angel first, launching flame and rock at her slender figure.
Kazar-Tiyon
14-02-2005, 20:37
Kazar blinked as the six golems suddenly formed below him.

Well, now... this is an interesting development! It should be informative to see how they deal with this little problem.
Arithon
20-02-2005, 02:32
*Awaits to see if this thread is fully dead yet...*
Gawdly
20-02-2005, 18:19
*Awaits to see if this thread is fully dead yet...*

*sits by his Dread Lord's side, hoping that the story will continue...*
Arithon
03-03-2005, 08:50
OOC: Looks dead to me. If you want to do an RP focused on Arithon and Beylar specificallym I'm happy to talk things over.

If you've got an IM addy, TG it to me... i'm on almost all of them.
Kazar-Tiyon
03-03-2005, 09:04
OOC: ~sigh~ I have to agree. The forces of good all seem to have vanished from the thread...
Gawdly
03-03-2005, 13:33
<<OOC: Oooooh...yup, I would love to get a story going...Arithon and Beylar make an interesting team...TG me with any ideas you have, or dig me up on Messenger at kanuck_korner@hotmail.com >>