NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC-This is my introduction thread, feel free to join in if you can see somewhere to do so. I don't know how it's going to go yet so blah.


IC

=-=Twelfth House, Central Gofaly, Lucifers End=-=

In the Office of Ministerial Affairs a middle aged man, about 47 years of age sat with his head down glaring at a piece of yellowed paper which sat upon a mahogony desk. The room had an imposing feel, its vastness was more than impressive and the huge Arch window behind the man gave a glorius view out onto seemingly endless gardens. The room was lit by three candles on the far wall, their light unusually bright for simple candels cast ample light to make the whole room visible. In the shadow of the man a quill was moving, darting across the paper at an alarming speed without any hand upon it, being guided only by the man's lips, miming the text before it appeared.
Beside the paper lay a small bottle of ink, and beyond that lay an ornate wand. Along its blue shaft was a decorative design depicting a great battle between a white caped man upon a Great Dragon, his face hidden but his head lifted high whilst his outstretched wand cast a gorious strike upon a darker character. This character's face could clearly be seen, but no man had ever looked at it, the evil of that sight was capable of many evil things. This of course, was the wand which was ceremoniously given to each new Minister of Magical Life upon their appointment.
The Minister lifted his head and stretched his kneck showing off his tired face, running his hand through his ginger hair as his eyes adjusted to the light. He glared across the room into a massive mirror which reflected his face in a wide awake state, as he wished he was. The report on the demise of underground militants in Greater Gofaly absolutely had to be completed by the morning.

=-=Izzadeen Grand Fortress, Gofoly Moors=-=

"Lucas! Lucas come to me!" called a tall man standing in a massive stone chamber, at its centre a stone platform above which floated a body, an orange glow coming from arround it. The body was of a man wearing a black hooded robe with a slit down the right side which moved gently in the light wind within the tomb. The massive vaulted door to the room lay at the top of a curving staircase which glided arround the circular chamber's wall, constantly moving. The door moved with it as it was opened and a small elf stood in the door, seeming crippled by the sight of his master as he stared into him. The tall man was young with a short beard and as he ascended the staircase it became obvious that the Elf could not take the force which came from this man as he scampered away into the hallway. The pale skinned man made his way up the final step and turned through the doorway, eyeing the feeling Elf. He let out a hoarse scream as he raised his wand from within his robe, making a violent motion at the Elf. Lucas was lifted into the air and tossed against the stone corridor wall. As he slumped, breathing heavily he was struck by a second blow as the words "Exterminus Totalus" were murmered. A ray of green light thundered into Lucas's chest and he bounced off the wall, screaming and pleading before he collpased in the centre of the hallway, only to be trampled on by the tall man. As the cloak whisped over the body it vanished into nothingess...

=-=Izzadeen Fortress, atop the Black Tower=-=

The silhouette of man stood atop the massive Black tower which itself stood on the NorthEast corner of the terrifying gray mass that was Izzadeen Fortress, home of the darkest wizard in over 3 centuries. 'Lord' Victor Thome had been a ruthless killer, and untill the day of his death had no clear motive. From atop the castles highest point, this younger more agile Hans Thome remembered the day he had sworn to find revenge against the Wizarding Community...
Three small looking men wearing green robes had landed on the castle roof late at night, about 3am. Thome had expected them, but not as early as they had arrived and at this point he was in the Deepest chamber of his homestead gathering strength from the recently deceased. His son however, Hans, had been un-aware of the coming attack and was busy in the upper battlements torturing a tiny elf with a variety of spells. "Stricarus" he yelled as the elfs eyes began to go bloodshot and bulge, ready to pop out of his little green head. The veins were bulging as if some unbelievable force was inside the body pushing outwards, but before Hans could see the result he was interupted by noise in the hallway. "Suspendus" he wheezed through his laughter as the elf froze in mid air, the expression on its face sickening. The dark figure of Hans opened the massive wooden door into the hall to see if his father had emerged from his feast yet, but looking to his left he saw 3 familiar characters, dressed in the green robes of The Supreme Protectorate holding their wands aloft.
Hans drew his wand and threw himself into the hallway, screaming "Diciflavus" with a sweeping gesture across the room. The spell rocketed from the wand with a whizz but as soon as it got even close to the triumverate a hand rose from under the robes of the central character halting the spell in mid air. The other two wizards both cast immobiliser spells toward Thome which he dodged. They had expected this, but it was a formality to attempt a semi-peacefull ending in conflict. Hans turned and again screamed "Diciflavus" with more force this time, and it payed off as a massive green streak erupted from the tip of his wand only to hit the wall and deflect into an elf who was watching. The elf screamed as his insides became his outsides and he fell to the ground, dead. The two flanking wizards raised their wands to cast a spell but were beaten by their leader who uttered the words "Dragonis Pure", shocking everyone. The Dragonis Pure spell was rarely attempted, and even rarer was it to see the spell succesfully completed, but Semus, being a purely magical being obviously had the power as a streaming white dragons head darted from his palm, spiraling down the corridor towards Hans in an instant. It pounced upon him and attacked, ripping at his face whilst the magical power of the beast cleansed his soul. The process was cut short by the arrival of Hans' father to the arena, sprinting towards his son, wand drawn. He was firing off basic spells which were countererd before they were cast by the Protectorate. He ran to his son's side as he lay on the ground, his attention taken away from the invaders who took the oppertunity, all three casting an "Imperify" curse upon him, throwing him backwards into a spin where he died, before tumbling down the winding staircase into the massive tomb in which he was suspended today.

...That as several years ago now, but Semus had not stopped thinking about the innevitable conflict with Hans Thome which would no doubt come his way. His right hand, which was darker than the rest of his pale body anyway, burned from the inside. He was sure that this was a sign, a sign from someone, maybe even from Lucifer? A tear rolled out of his eye and dropped frightfully close to the report he had been writing at the thought of Lucifer, especially the way he had died. Many people were a little confused when Semus mentioned the now deceased Lucifer, "a name for the devil" they would call, often demonising the great man to such an extent that Semus would cast a strong immobilising spell on them and hold them untill they shut their mouths. These days the ministry frounded upon such action, and so Semus rarely spoke of his beloved companion, which made him feel the memory of a great wizard would surely die.
Semus glared at the statue of Lucifer, a short, podgy man carved out of Tarak rock from East Asia, its green glow perfect for such an established member of The Protectorate, who swore to protect every wizard, witch and magical being or die trying. And he had. Semus let another tear ripple down his cheek as his minds eye cast him back to the minutes when they were leaving the Izzadeen fortress after locking away Lord Thome once and for all in his own tomb. Hans Thome lay motionless on the ground as they mounted their brooms ready to vanish into the night air. Semus and Harry had already risen 20 feet into the air before Lucifer got his broom started, bringing it to life with a cold shudder. The snow fell from its bristles as he began to kick off the ground. A second later he was struck by a burning sensation as he tumbled sideways, over the towers edge and then down. It took about 15 seconds before his body thundered into the ground, Semus arriving on his broom a mear second later screaming. He gathered the power he had left and channeled it, through his right hand into the body of Lucifer as he continued to scream. Lucifer opened his eyes for a moment and smiled before Semus was thrown back by magical force. Semus hadn't had time to realise that his friend had delivered all of his magic into him before dying, an act only true friendship or love could ever warrant. He looked up and saw Harry darting arround on his broom avoiding a torrent of spells from Thome who had aparently risen from his comatosed state to fight. Semus ears burned as he heard the words "dectarunnis Extravigosa", the prucurser to one fo the Darkest spells ever seen. Semus had no doubt that Lord Thome would have tought his son this evil spell and instantly raised his wand and tapped it, making himself, Harry and the body of Lucifer vanish back to the Ministry Building at Twelfth House.