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IC
Ravelyn slammed the door quickly, rushing down the empty aisle of the church. Her crimson eyes darted frantically around, searching for some alternative route. Her face was streaked with tears, but it was as if nothing could mar its ethereal and flawless beauty. Her long auburn hair fell in disheveled waves down her back. The soft white fabric of her dress clung to her skin from sweat. She had been running from them for too long, and exhaustion and fatigue had set on upon Azrael, a feeling she was not accustomed to. Her white wings contracted as to help her walk forward. She heard the screaming voices at the door. This was the end. She looked back toward the door and turned toward it.

"Hello beautiful," she heard behind her. She looked, immediately recognizing the voice. There was a man staggering from the alter with a large gash across the bridge of his nose and extending into his right eyebrow. his hair was dark, and his eyes a murky black. His frame was strong, and apart from his black attire, flashes of red were seen where he had been cut, though he was still alive and able to stand on his own. His left arm was also wounded, a deep incision in his fore arm. He noticed that she too had a wound on her abdomen, blood seeping through the white fabric where she had taken the impact. She did not feel it was detrimental, and had dislodged the bullet prior to entering the church. She rushed toward him.

"Your hurt," she said softy and put her hand to his cheek. "Are they...?"

"I've killed them all," he said with little mercy in his tone, even while he looked tenderly at her. "Any more that come through the dark path for either of us, I will kill them as well..." he paused, taking a minute to absorb her image. It aways took a mintue to adjust to her prescence. "I'm not going to stop fighting."

"I won't either," she said in her usual velvet coated voice. "...Vaughn. This is the end, isn't it?" She said, looking up to him, knowing little of what would become of them. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, and bent his head to kiss her with a passion of a man who had not seen his love for decades and had looked upon her once again for the first time. She felt his arms wrapping around her and extended her wings so they could fit around comfortably.

The sound of the pounding outside the door startled them, and she withdrew to his arms, burying her head against his chest. Ravelyn Shentavo, the angelic vampire with a quick wit, prideful demeanor, and undeniable beauty who had ruled this nation from near the start...Michael Vaughn, the Athealian Knight and rule of Underaloz with deep strength and dark power that extended beyond normal boundaries. The two had loved eachother to the point where either would travel to hell and back to be with eachother once again.

After all these years, the two had only been together for three days, this day dawning the fourth. Yakori's forces combined with Kaos' malice united against both. Corned from the dark path, Vaughn could not take her there, for it would be risky to them both, especially for a seraphim. Blocked from the skies within this church, Ravelyn had no choice but to fight. She would not loose him again, and he would not loose her. He interlocked his hand within hers, gripping it tight, the door began to gave way.

"I love you, Ravelyn..." he said softly, looking down at her. He gripped her tightly.

"I love you, Vaughn," she replied, tears in her eyes. It would be a lie to say that he had none in his, he choaked them back. He did not want to let her see him cry like this. She knew how he felt, and because of this, she pressed into him, and closed her eyes. "I can keep us away from this...this moment forever frozen. i don't know...if we'd ever be able to wake up...but our souls would not part from one another..."

"If we stay here without protection, we may die," he said softly. "I know you are drained, just as much as I am. I would never want anything but for this moment to last forever, for you to be within my arms, and for this to end together." She lifted her head and kissed him for one last time. She turned around, facing the door. He came up behind her with her wings outstretched and placed his chin on her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her waist and the left coming around to hold her right hand. She let her left hand settle over his. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of roses in her hair. He breathed in deeply.She closed her eyes as well, and felt his body agaist hers. This was it.

A bright light emitted from the two, and engulfed them. The door burst open, and a tall japanese man sighted, and fell to his knees. Rave's head tilted slightly toward his, her eyes closed, there hands interlocked, and both frozen within a chard of crystal. He cursed. The two had escaped what was thought to be the perfect assasination to end both their lives. And they were frozen in time...forever.

It was one hundred years ago in which she was frozen. Frozen in such crystal ice, frozen in the shadows of time. Her image had not been overlooked, having her body in the main church of the nation was regarded with visits and gifts each day. No matter how hard they tried...the crystal could not be shattered by any means tried already. A young man with white hair sat alone near the alter where the two stood. He closed his eyes and remained in the pew, saying nothing.

Joshua had been "running" for several decades by now. He still was the same young man with a past marred by tragedy and a deep burning hatred that would never die, not even if he died once more and never returned.

He had visited the site where the woman who had saved him twice was encased in a eternal crystal with he lover. Occasionally he sat there in silence just watching and waiting for something to happen. Often though he sat in the back never attracting more than a short glance by those who didn't know who or what he was. It was always the same thing for him; walk in, sit in the shadows, and just quietly let the troubles he had spew forth so that they would be delt with somewhere that he could consider a place of safety and escape.

This time it was different. Joshua silently walked through the doors of the church his coat wrapped tightly around, his hair hiding his eyes, and his gaze only at the ground in front of him. He took little notice of the man sitting in the pew in the front and simply took a seat in the back.

The history of Crimmond contact with the Shentavo clan wasn't very pretty. Reil Tian. Domino. Drake. Zedd. Goor. All who went to the lands of the Shentavo Clan were dead...

Though there were others that knew of the fallen Seraphim. One sat in a crystal not so different from Ravelyn's, though it was a crystal meant to be a prison. It held less power of a prisoner that had gonne in willingly though... In the place known to the world today as the Vault of Souls, a rumble emited from the crystal as it observed the world, focusing it's energy on that one church.

In it a shadow was on the floor of the aisle of the Church, walking slowly up it until it was before the crystal. It had the form of a tall man in a broad brimmed hat who bent over to peer into the strange ice. This was The Beast's third visit to this place, but the first when others were present. A faint, barely audible sound broke the silence and echoed softly for a second after. Azrael...

It was only when he heard the voice did the man in the first pew stand up...if a man is what you'd call him. His hair was jagged white and unkempt underneath his black hat. His skin was deathly pale,a nd he wore a long dark coat that suited his tall and strong frame adequately.

"Azrael's not here right now," he said softly, exposing viciously long fangs. He looked up, one eye was completely white with a deep scar running down the side of his face. His right eye was red. He glared. "Feel free to leave a message with her son."

The shadow on the floos became long and narrow, as the unseen force turned and looked over the man. In fact, nothing was there, really. A small amount of energy, enough to cause the shadow, but nothing at all solid. But she is here. And perhaps she and he can hear every word I am saying, just not respond to it. The soft, rumbling voice filled the church neatly, no louder than it had to be. I am The Beast. Perhaps though, you know me as Delta, deceased ruler of Crimmond.

The man sighted, and appeared to be thinking for a moment. He assumed a smart aleck expression. "No, sorry." he said with a laugh. "I don't remember you. You must have been one of the temporary leaders...nothing substantial in your reign, eh?" He laughed to himself once again, his fangs showing without regard.

He looked at his mother, and closed his eyes. "You know its doubtful she can hear what your saying. It's been over a hundred years, what she may have heard years ago has faded with time. Theres nothing that we can do it seems." He took off his hat, revealing he seemed no more than twenty eight, despite the fact he had white hair. He pushed his hair from his forehead.

"But if you need something, I may be able to help you. My name is Quissera Shentavo."

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no writing, just reading. hi rave

The shadow twists as it looked at the other man in the room, then back to the one speaking. I know who you are... sone of the fallen angel and one of the last of your clan. I'll let your ignorance pass... my reign was a failure. I ended up having to personaly wage war with the government I created, to save the nation from ruin. That's how I ended up dead and existing to this day in a crystal, not unlike your mother is. A pause as it faced the frozen two.

They're minds are dormant. But no more so than a coma, I think. I do find one thing that confuses me. Why would a fire manipulator cover herself in ice? And arm stretched out and a small glow came from the encasement, in the shape of a hand. An ice unlike any I know of.

"Usually I am the one to be making insults," he said with a chuckle. "I will let it pass..." He put his own hand against the crystal. "I will give you some respect considering you've done your homework. She could manipulate fire better than anyone I've ever seen...and I've been around." Of course he wasn't referring to his professional experiance, Katarina, Genesis, Azali, all the same... He walked aruond the two observing once again with little interest.

"That is partially because its not ice," he said softly. "Being unable to chip it to try and analyze it, I'm beginning to think that it has some diamond in it as one of the elements. It's clarity is beyond me though. I can still she the blood on his face...and smell it as well."

Michael had entered the church. He walked down the long aisle. He saw two men were engaged in some conversation, so he tried his best not to disturb them. Then, he managed to see the crystal-like case around the angel Ravelyn. He tried to remember what he was here for.

He remembered long back, a few years ago. A horrible day for him. The day his clan was destroyed. He was the last surviver, but he wished he had been killed. He was on the ground, in terrible pain. His leg had a gash, gushing much blood. His cheek also had a cut on it. He was crawling, although not knowing were he was going. He stopped and looked around, to what he saw filled his heart with much more pain then his wounds. His family, friends, clanmates, and even his clan leader, dead. Brutally and mercisally massicured. An unknown, warmongering group of men probrobly from some clan far away, had come in destroying anyone and anything in there way. None were spared. All but him. For some reason, he had seemed to be the only surviver.

Untill he heard a voice. He recognized it... but he didn't want to. He crawled to were the sound of his love's voice came from. Finally, he had made it beside her. He did not want to look, but something inside him to anyway. He knew from that moment that she was going to die. Not only was there a cut across her leg and arm, but also a stab wound to her stomich. She spoke again, although he could not recognize what she said. His attempts of holding back his tears had failed. He cryed hard, but he was finally free from the hurt, though not completely. He looked into her eyes. She spoke again, and this time he could recognize it.

"Mike..." she exclaimed softly. He tried assuring her it was ok, and that everything would be alright. "Mike... I love..." she spoke again. He knew she was fading away from him. "I l... love... y... you." She had finally gotten the messege out before she finally left the world. His tears increased with every second. He kissed her head. He wanted to die so he may be with her in heaven.

Just then, another voice rang out. "Michael," it said, "you must let her go." Michael did not want to look, assuming it was some other dying villager. Again, that force inside him forced his head to rise and view the voice's owner. The woman was beutiful. She was dressed in complete white fabric. The strangest parts were her were that she was glowing with pure light, and her wings stretched out. He know she was some kind of angel, and he assumed she was here to talk his soul away.

"Michael, you must go." He could not believe what she was saying. Go? Go where? He could not understand. "Micheal, you must go to the church of Rave Shentavo. There, you will find your destiny." She looked at him. He was about to ask why and many other questions, but in a bright flash, she disappeared. Moments later, a traveling band of Gypsies found him, and took him and healed him, as if it were the work of that one angel to make sure he did his quest.

Suddenly, he broke out of his vision. He found himelf on his knees, tears begining to form in his eyes. He noticed the two men that were talking glancing at him. He stood up and had tried to look as if nothing happend. The two men went back to talking.

Michael then looked at the crystalized prison. He stared at it, confused. He did not know what it was. He was about to touch it, but he held himself back, afraid he'd either brake it or mess up. He kept thinking as he stared at the angel and her lover. "Is this my 'destany'? What do I do? What is there to do?" He then waked backwards and sat somewhere in the back.

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OOC: I guess there is far more backplot than I know about this, can you give me somelinks or a run down? If this isn't akay.

IC: High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind
Or where the gorgeous East with the richest hand
Showers on her kins barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminece

The words ran through his head as he staggered through the streets towards the church, memorys pain, death destruction. He leant against a wooden door despretaly trying to put his thoughts back together.

And the Lord God, in his fury
cast down the rebles and smote upon them
death and pain and everlasting curses

His thoughts where a jumble, his past present and future mixing together inside his head, driving him unto the point of insanity, a dull becone of sane thought told him to make for the golden building on the edge of his vision.

The preist spoke slowly, "You must repent, Thraneil, You must repent for your sins against his mightyness.

Another stab of pain steered into his brain, his wing fluttered beneath the tattered clock and some inner instinct told his to keep them hidden, that to show them would be foolish.

He was cursed, the seas boiled and the lands rose as he staggered away from the battle, but he would forever be curse for following the way of horus, the way of the fallen.

He reached the building, the house of god, the church, the golden specter that haunted his dream, there was somehting inside here something strange, that would cleanse him, or drive him into new deapths of pain and fear.

For ages he walked, trying to escape fromt he great guilt that engulthed him with greaif and horror.

He stepped forward, and pushed the door open with a creak, and looked upon it the great crystel that stood at the chapels end, inside it two people stood, one was a angle and the other a man, locked in everlasting embrace.

He staggered forward, overcome by it's majesty and tottered into a row near the back, collapsing, in a pew. The golden light it edmitted seared hs vison, he ahd not seen such a thing siunce he had been cast out so many years ago.

The clock gave way and the wings, there golden feathers tainted as if with back tar, spread behind him, but his face remained hidden in the deapths of his hood. And he just sat and stared, unaware of all other presences in this room, his pilgramage had ended, soon he would be cleansed.

Or the fires of hell would await.

OOC: Just intoducing my caracter, I think you can guess who he is.

The invisable force of the astral projection, which it really wasn't, but it was the closest thing in the common lexecon, turned, shadow making a strange shape as he did, coat flowing. Destiny is a bunch of crap, excepting a choice few that the Creators and Destroyers have big plans for. You make your own path and walk it just as-. He pauses as he looks at the one standing in the front pew, then looks at Qui. What's going on here? Is the church holding a bake sale or something?

As Joshua sat there he felt a small rage build up. He hadn't seen Qui in almsot a century and had nearly forgten about him, yet when he saw and heard who it was that had ben in the church with him before the others begna to appear the memories he held back rushed forth and his rage built slowly. His fist clenched tighter untill the nails began to break the skin letting blood flow from his palm.

Ooc: oh yes…you may want to read all the threads from 2003 with Underaloz and Rae Shentavo participating. If both of us were in it, probably Vaughn and Rave’s storyline is discussed. It went on for a year in a half.

IC:
Qui chuckled to himself, breaking out in laughter in a loud ring. Such ignorance. There was always a higher power, and before him stood the only two which he had seen elude the wishes of a higher power. "Show some respect," he said softly at this beings comment. "This is sacred ground you stand on, I'm suprised I'm even allowed here. Maybe its because her blood is in me...maybe its because my sins have been forgiven, but I don't seek forgiveness, so that is unlikely."

He shot his eyes toward the back of the room, and moved so quickly that no one was able to see his transfer to the pew behind Joshua. He leaned forward over his shoulder. He had an unusually solemn tone. "Please, let's put our distaste of eachother to the side while we are present here. I have changed over the past hundred years...i would perfer if we kept this meeting of ours secret." He looked Joshua in the eyes, and tapped him on the shoulder. O.o perhaps he had changed. Qui made his way down the center isle toward the front of the room once again, speaking indirectly to everyone there.

"You see today is a very special day..."

Konai entered the Church, dark cloak pulled around her tightly, a royal emblem clasping it in place. On the back of her cloak was a silver stitched cross, which was very ironic for her. She had pale skin and dark straight hair with violet eyes that could pierce through even the ancient vampire at the front of the room, Quissera. The two of them were not unaquainted. She undid the hood of her cloak as she approached him.

Behind her followed a young girl with a black skirt on and light pink shirt. her hair was bleach blond and eyes a deep red. While not direct, she was a decendent of Genesis Versai. This was Hitomi Shentavo, a psionic threadmaster. She, however, was human. She trailed behind Konai as they approached Qui. While Konai went towards him, she sat in the first pew and closed her eyes, meditating to herself while interlocking strands of razor wire between her fingers.

Joshua had to almost restrain himself from leaping on Qui and trying to rip his throat out as painfuly as possible. "A monster like youself," he whispered trying to keep himself from screaming directly in Qui's face, "such as yourself could earn no forgiveness from me." His fingernails dug slowly deeper into his flesh letting the blood now run across his hands and drip slowly onto the floor. He rose up slowly just glairing at Qui the memorys of Kenja laying dead and Qui's voice directing him to her body so many decades ago.
Only the apperance of the new comer doused his blood lust only enough for him to regain his composure.


OC:Ah now all that is missing now is Joshua finding a way to piss off Qui and Qui dispencing backhands like no tomorrow

OOC: This may be my last post for a few days. I'm on a trip to visit a very ill relative, so I'm stepping out.

IC: The Beast had moved, walking slowly up the aisle, past Qui when he walked down it, I'm sorry I won't be here. This 'projection' uses up much energy. I shall be observing passivly, though. With interest if it's as special as I think it may be. he said, moving to the door.

Making no move to open it, he mereky walks through it, a bright glow in the outline of a man in a trenchcoat and broad brimmed hat there for an instant, then gone.

occ: waiting for the others to reply

OOC: *this thread has too much potential to just die BUMP*

Qui's eyes flashed in return to the beast's words. People always seemed to be coming and going. It wasn't Konai that he had noticed first, but Hitomi, placing with threads near the front of the church. His eyes then searched the room toward the figure who was approaching him, knowing that with Hitomi, Konai always came.

"My dear Konai," he said, taking her sight in with carnal delight. "I'm glad you could join us."

He looked at the others in the room, still waiting. Telegrams have been sent out to some of the most powerful or skilled people in the world, and they were waiting on a few more, all for a reason. Konai was a good addition, as was Hitomi, who shared a weak bloodbond with the Shentavo family. Joshua did as well, and his strength, as much as Qui despised him, could be used appropriately.

"My personal attempts have failed," he said to the others in the room. "Failure is not something I take lightly, and I do not like to accept it either. I've summoned some of the most influential people...in a hope to find some way to break through this prison."

Joshua had enver liked being used by others yet when it came to people he owed his life to it was something he was willing to do in the blink of an eye. He quietly began to walk towards the front of the church his hands still slick with the blood from his self-inflicted wounds. As he was only three meters away form the crystal prison he spoke, "What the hell kind of use would I be? The only thing I'm good for is getting people killed."

On some days, life was good. On some days, life was bad. And on a few days, life wanted to tear you out of the sky and flatten you like a piece of paper. That's when you had to watch out for your life.

That, at least, was Aiteil Ryblia's creed. And today, unfortunately, happened to be one of those days.

It seemed routine enough. There was supposedly some great reward for solving the puzzle, and his job as a low-level clerk within Tiburon's Office of Management and Budget needed a little bonus. Then again, he should have realized that as a part-time bounty hunter, he would have criminal eyes watching him all over the place.

He staggered around for a while as needle-like droplets began hailing from the darkened skies. He had to get someplace fast, someplace dry, and, most importantly, somewhere that he wouldn't be spotted by either OMB higher-ups or some of the more shady elements of Ravian society. A church would do as good as any, and he was quickly losing energy, He glanced down at his shirt, which gave off a perfect crimson hue, the most red of all reds.

Aiteil was wearing a white shirt.

He stumbled somewhat noisily into the chapel, noticing a couple of tense people and a shining red crystal, two people trapped inside. Out of amazement and out of weakness, he let out a gasp. He knew where he was.

I made it.

Qui looked at Konai and smiled viciously. He had known her, and known her two well to less show his dominance over her. A member of the Vimes family was indeed hard to tame. And Konai was no stretch. He looked at Hitomi, the short blond haired girl with piercing red eyes. He walked over to the young threadmaster, and set his hand under her throat, bidding her to rise. She did so, pusheing back long bleached strands of hair from her eyes and looking at his. She stepped to the side in shock of his actions, and then settled.
"Miss Hitomi," he whispered softly in her ear. "I hear that your the best psion there is, would you care to awaken her?"

Hitomi paused for a long time, and walked over to the clear crystal. She set her hand upon it and looked back to the anxious Quissera. "She's been awake for a long time..." She turned to him, "Do you really want to do this? Do you understand the ramifications before you ask me to do this?"
"What do you mean?" He said, giving a cold dead stare.

"Ravelyn sealed herself with her lover within this crystal for a reason. She did it for a reason. If you bring her back into this world, then he will surely come."

"You speak of Yakori," he said with a scoff, an undertone of hatred. "He is no threat to her anylonger."

"He awaits her return. She'll be weak..."

"Do it...we have people here to protect her..." he said in reply.

"As you wish, Seraphic Quissera. You are fallen, and your ways are twisted.
You should seriously consider that everyone will be judged..."

"Save your talk of God to the converted. Angels are different...you know what to believe, but you don't want to heed to the rules...Get to it, wench." He snapped, showing his fangs.

She closed her eyes, and her dance began. "Ombra, ombrellino. Sotto L'arco del cielo È là e al di lÃ" She had a remarkable voice which was singing and falling with every word to entrance anyone who heard it. It was a deathless song, like a siren pulling the sailors to certain doom.""Allora vienne l'alba. Come si dà il fiore al sole. Il tempo sempre volgera. È il nostro viaggio. Cosi, il mondo si alza. Uno viso s'illumina."

A bright light emmited from her chest, eminating with each word, growing in intensity, yet still contained. "Une ÃternitÃ. CerclÃe de poussière Des jours fragiles Et nuits sans défense La roue tournero."

Joshua stood quietly gazing into the crystal before he turned his head to his left to watch Hitomi sing. As the first ethral like notes found their ways to his ears his normaly hostile eyes softened slightly.
As the light began to eminate he began to squint slightly sheilding his eyes from it. All that's missing now is fire falling from the sky and we are all set he thought aloud not truely caring if he was heard.

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