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Deep inside the decaying corridors of The Halls of the Dead, Lord Dreadfire moved by torchlight towards the secret location in which he stumbled upon the wayward entity that later manifested itself into "Agent Delta" of Crimmond. Passing through rows upon endless rows of skeletal corpses, Dreadfire decended down the secret staircase towards the location where he found "Delta's" entity.....a place forgotten to time itself. Did the very men who built the Halls know of this place? Was it a forgotten crypt where the dead souls of the condemned stayed trapped for all eternity? These were questions that none among the living knew.

Having made his way down the winding staircase, Damien stood at the cold doors of a place he deemed "The Vault of Souls", for inside this vault housed millions of entities that were imprisoned in a crystal like substance....an ectoplasmic substance that kept the souls inside caged like animals. Damien knew of one being that sat imprisoned in The Vault...a vile being that he passed on his way in years ago before discovering the manifested spirit that was the fire of Delta. This being was the first that caught Damien's eyes those many moons ago, for it's very appearence was vile in nature. Truely, Damien thought, this creature must be yearning for his time to break free from the bonds of the Other Side and recalim his place among the living.

Standing beside the chamber that housed this specter, Damien peered into the blue crystal and looked the being in his ghastly eyes. Greetings, wayward traveler. The Gods have directed me to this place where you dwell for a reason. I am here to summon you forth from the bonds that hold you to serve me, The Destroyer incarnate, the Keeper of the Dread Fires, protectorate of The Flame. I command you to come forth and release thyself and join me. Lead my armies into battle foul specter, rain Blood and Fire upon thy foes. Let the sky's fade to black and let the sea's boil over, for your ravenous spirit will be free once again. Together we will smit our enemies in a sea of brimstone......together we shall turn those that oppose us to ash. What say ye?

The ghost starred without emotion into the fiery eyes of Dreadfire, and as the being did he raised his right hand high. Δέχομαι το Λόρδο μου, διατάζω την οργή μου. Dreadfire cocked his head to the side, bewildered at the words of this feral demon. The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed floated silently above Damien in a transparent haze. He opened his mind and spoke directly to Dreadfire so that he could understand what the spirit told him.

Lord Damien, the demon accepts your offer, and he makes ready his rage.

Even a Death Dealer such as I that was born in the Tomb of the Mutilated has no knowledge of this creature. I will watch him closely.

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The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed
-Lord of the Death Dealers-
Servant of the Dread Fires

With that, The One disappeared from The Vault, leaving Damien and the demon along in the dank room. The crystal that housed the demon shook violently as if an earthquake had shaken it's core. It then burst into shards, sending Damien to the floor for cover. Standing in the dust was a demon most vile. Blood poured like a river from his mouth and eyesand ran down his cold gray arms. His hands still held his items of torture, although it was unclear what period in time this spirit was from. Damien stood up and moved towards the demon, his hand outstretched. His eyes rolled back in his skull and turned a deep crimson as his mouth uttered the unwordly tongues of the heathen Gods of old. With a great spark from his mighty hand, Dreadfire poured onto the spirit all his knowledge of the world, of his experiences, and his intentions. The spirit drew a deep breath, then in the very same words of the Automagfreek people, the demon spoke.

100,000 years spent in torment.....100,000 years in Hell. You have summoned me forth, and I have heard your call. My talents are yours M'Lord, may my vengeance be as unrelenting as the seas and may my hand strike harder than any hammer.

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The Butcher
-Feral Demon of the Dread Fires-


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To: Administrator Delta; leader of Crimmond
From: Damien the Destroyer; leader of Automagfreek
RE: Something of interest.

Though you may not rememeber it, your lifeforce once lay dormant inside a cold tunnel beneath The Halls of the Dead. Our spirits touched but for a mintute before you departed the cold corridors for Crimmond to seek your destiny. It is from that very same room that I have summoned forth a mighty demon to do my bidding. In his presense my lungs fill with the stench of a billion corpses, much as in your presense my skin turns to ice. I know not what this Vault of Souls contains, but I will find out the truth one demon at a time.

The Butcher cometh.



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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

Bump. Wow, this fell fast....

Bump. Wow, this fell fast....OOC: That's some amazing writing, but of little intrest to most of us.

OOC: That's some amazing writing, but of little intrest to most of us.

OOC: Sadly, yes. :cry:

well, I've yet to see what it means, but it's of interest to me, simply because of the writing. (I just likes to read.)

OOC: Last Bump for the night.

Definite TAG...the writing is very engaging

Eyes fixated....[tag]

OOC: AMF - Remind me never to contact you IRL, you scare teh bejebuz out of me w/ your righting :p

:shock:

I Think i just wet myself...Good God...Hope to Hell that isn't for me!

OOC: AMF - Remind me never to contact you IRL, you scare teh bejebuz out of me w/ your righting :p

OOC: lol

If you met me IRL, you'd have a very hard time believing that I'm the same person I am on NS. :)

OCC: AMF you remind me of a good friend of mine, he writes like this and i read it all the time. He is trying to become a novelist.

I love the Writing keep it up.

OCC: AMF you remind me of a good friend of mine, he writes like this and i read it all the time. He is trying to become a novelist.

I love the Writing keep it up.

OCC: AMF you remind me of a good friend of mine, he writes like this and i read it all the time. He is trying to become a novelist.

I love the Writing keep it up.

[OOC: Absolutely true about the writing. I'm an aspiring writer as well and I'm a former editor and I am very impressed.]

ooc: Very good writing. What tech level are you AMF?

ooc: Very good writing. What tech level are you AMF?

OOC: Modern tech, slightly accelerated in some areas.

Still waiting for Crimmond to post....

OOC: But it ain't a butcher if it's not Abdullah the Butcher! I couldn't resist AMF.

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Delta looked at the message he was given and frowns. "Out." he says to the others in the room, reading the message over and over before replying. "Damien... I wonder if you know just what you toy with. Demons are notoriusly unstable creatures. Make sure you keep the Butcher happy, or he may look to chop you up... I also wish to remind you that some vaults are sealed for a reason. Be careful which you open. The Earth is in enough trouble without another Pandora's Box.

I do remember a cold place and your face before I awoke here, in the midst of the Black Staff. I want you to thank whoever released me. Leading a nation is much more preferable than the Halls of the Dead.

Delta turned in his chair and looked out the window. The sun was blotched out by a storm front that had been approaching for the past hour or so. Being in Myer, the industrial heat of the nation, instead of the capital, meant that the rain would be acidic. Perople were already clearing the streets into the acid resistant buildings. Lightening flashed across the sky, out well beyond the storm front and struck a building. This storm was going to set off warnings all over the monsterous city.

A smile traced Delta's lips.

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Administrator Delta
Leader of the Crimmond Combine
Lord of the Crimmond Province
Overseer of The Seaside Empire of Quarell
Overseer of The Jingoistic States of Survivalist Legions

Ah yes.....Angels and Demons......the bewildering hosts of man. Indeed there are creatures walking amongst us that should not ever be set free to walk among the living. But the Gods have a plan, and it was by their will that this foul specter be released onto me. I have not seen him since I freed him from is prison, but The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed has been following him closely. He was been roaming the plains and the woodlands as if he was searching for something long lost.

Damien noticed he was trailing off as the clouds began to darken. A cold breeze blew in from the east as a light rain began to fall on the beautiful ULE mountains. As the sky became more overcast, Damien paused from his letter to Delta and walked out onto his balcony. The weathermen had predicted a light scattered thunderstrom for the evening, and Damien paused briefly to feel the cool water splash against his face. Sighing deeply he returned to his private quarters, shutting the windows and closing the large crimson curtains ever so slightly.

Indeed this demon must have tabs kept on him, I cannot afford to have such a creature slip from my grasps. It is wierd though, when I look in his rotten eyes I get a certain chill up my spine. It is a chill that I only feel in your presense Delta, and I feel it every time. I feel that you and this creature are of a similar mold. The Winds only know what power you truely possess.....


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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

*TAG*

Great writting, just the whole demon thing is not my style...i take it this doesnt have anything to do with normal NS matters right?

OOC: Indeed it does.

IC: Delta smiles at Damien's response. The One is another I have been meaning to speak of. He intrigues me. None of my agents can find a history for him, nor a name, nor a face... not even a mention of a creature like him before he appeared. I know of the rumors that he moves with the wind and wonder if he shares something in common with me and your demon.

You are chilled by my presence? I'm not sure if I should be honored by that. You are a rare man and don't react with anything close to the broad term of fear or anxiety very often. To know that this demon also gives you this feeling is... unsettling. I will have to think on my past more often...

A light fog had drifted across the mist soaked plains of the ULE vally. Strom clouds were still resting high above the peaks of the ULE mountains, and in the midst of the fog, The Butcher roamed. His movements were undetected to the human eye, but yet The One continued to keep pace at a safe distance. The Butcher did not scare nor kill, but instead he wandered across the plains and through the trees. The One floated serenely behind him, wondering where this ghost was headed.

The Butcher stopped at a small pond, starring into it's crystal clear waters. He placed his weapons on the deck beside him and knelt down, his expression unchanging. He dipped his hand in and stirred the waters about lowering his head as he did. A strong breeze made the cattails shiver and sway, and the leaves on the trees danced violently in rhythm. The Butcher then covered his face with his hands and began weeping gently at the water's edge. The One looked on with great perplexity, for why would such a fearsome creature cry? The Butcher raised his head towards the heavens and cried aloud, and The One thought he heard a woman's name. I understand now, he must have lost someone dear to him a long time ago. The One whispered to himself.

As The One spoke, The Butcher ceased his weeping and held his head at attention, peering about for intruders. The One dematerialized instantly as to not be caught, and as he vanished The Butcher grabbed his weapons and with a mighty roar began romping about the countryside. The winds picked up and blew heavily as The One returned to Damien's side. M'Lord, are you sure that releasing such an unstable creature was a good idea? Damien glanced up from his work and eyed The One. Without saying a word, The One bowed and exited the room, knowing that he was wrong to question Damien's decision.


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Indeed Delta, there is much investigating to be done. I pray that as time unfolds so will this mystery. I will spend every free second in The Halls trying to find some sort of clue.



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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

Across the city of Myer, sirens blared. Police and Marines were on the streets, getting the unprotected off and to safety. Above, the sky was growing black as the sun set. Lightning spidered across the sky as the storms, for another front had formed a storm suddenly, blocked out the setting sun and the newly appearing stars.

Delta had his back to the wall of armored windows, not watching what nature was up to. Advisors were moving about in another part of the room, as were agents and military officers. Delta wasn't watching them either.

His screen beeped as Damien continued the conversation, but Delta was not watching that. His eyes were closed and he was looking into his memory. He remembered the Halls, most certainly. Why he was there he could not say. He stayed still for almost ten minutes, thinking. The effect on his staff was noticable. They worked harder, trying not to see if he was actually asleep at his desk.

An agent slowly approached, but didn't get the chance to speak. "What is it?" Delta asked softly, eyes opening. The agent just set a leffter on his desk and walked off. Delta picked it up. A report on Inferno, the new super-max penitentiary near the southern border. He set it aside and answered the message on his screen.

I wish you well on this endevour. I am busy hadling a situation here, otherwise I would help.

OOC: Thus concludes another great RP. Thanks Crimm, it was fun.

Now off to the Archive!