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In the backalleys of Old Prague, there is a small monastary.

The monastary belongs to The Most Holy Order Of The Brotherhood Of Leopold. otherwise less reverentially reffered to as the Holy Inquisition.

The Inquisition was not as strong as it used to be, nor as proud. they now subsisted on the donations of rich and pious catholics, who did not really know who they were. but they still ran. smaller, quieter, but no less deadly for it.

Deep in the crypts below the monastary lies a prison. a prison built for keeping those things that the brotherhood had captured, but could not, or would not yet destroy. Some of the things it kept down there were evil of the darkest sort, but most were simply things thayt the brotherhood did not understand. Lycanthropes, vampires, Demons. Witches, madmen, psychics. and, one Angel.

Aziraphale wept. his tears fell on the ground on the same spot they had always fallen for the last 300 years. they ran into worn a basin in the floor, and now collected, a quicksilver pool of healing liquid, and then ran down a groove through the only gap in the Warding that held him in place. Ironically the warding came from his own book. the true kabbalah. Words. the very words of God held him in place. and every night a small monk in a black robe would come and collect the tears he had shed. tears that kept the Elders of the Order alive, and young. Tears of an Angel. Of course the Elders made sure all others, including the small monk who did the collection, believed Aziraphale to be a most terrible Demon. It had taken all of Aziraphales considerable charisma to persuade the small man otherwise.

But he had. and now the small hole was slightly larger, just large enough to send a part of himself to the only others who would hear his plea. The Watchers. How far the mighty had fallen, that he had to resort to asking those who were Banished for help. But their power had grown in isolation. and now their power rivalled even his own at his height. They had benifited in their nuetrality, their independance.

And now there would be a reckoning.

OOC: i am looking for another to play the Inquisition. this RP is a modern one, and it is open, though i would like a pre-involvement post saying how you wish to involve yourself. i dont want entire armies descending on Prague. if anyone claims Prague as their RP territory, then you are welcome to take the position of municipal, and national forces if you wish.

The inquisition will be heavily armed and well trained, there will be close to 200 of them in the building.

Vamps and Lycans looking for a bit of payback are also welcome, but SMALL NUMBERS :)

Thanx, it should be a blast :twisted:

Valentino looked down on the control panel at his son. "free will, curse, gift, chaos, so potent that it allows an demon to choose the path of good, and an angel, the other..." a tear trickled down his cheek at this. but his face warmed at the site of Angelus, his son. on the training room floor he span artfully, alternating between unloading the silver pistol in his left hand into white targets, and the gold in his right into black ones.

Valentino hit a button on the controls, and cried out. "Angelic, six o clock, melee, Demonic, one, projectile." Angelus tossed both guns into the air in front of him and unsheathed a black curved knife. then in a blur ran at the white target and embedded the knife in it's head, remained there for a second, caught the gold gun in a back holster and grabbed the silver with his left hand, unleashing a hail of bullets on the poor white target behind him. Valentino's jaw dropped almost as fast as the manakin's head disintegrated. he burst into maniacal laughter. "I think the kid's ready". he hailed an aide to his side via the intercom and informed him that the infant would be partaking in his first major mission.

That is Great! but you need to pick a side aswell, and also, isn't this kid like 10 years old?

OOC: twelve now :) but hey, his dad is half freaking greater demon, and his mum was half angelic, so don't mess. oh. and he's trying to spring the angel.

OOC: Righty ho then... we have one independant. Any takers for Prague police, swat, military etc, or the Inquisition?

So far we have:

Skittletopia: independant

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Rave: What is it...i have a lot to train for with the upcoming challenges ahead of me...*she said, raising an eyebrow to a man whom entered. She was powerful, one would wonder why more training was necesary...especially for this infamous angel. Her crimson eyes met Qui's as she brushed a strand of stray black hair from her face. Her pale skin was white with age, while her figure and body would remain 25 forever. The man whom entered was one who looked around 29. He wa sin top physical condition, and looked very much like Rave himself, minus the wings and the obvious differences. He wore brass knuckles under black cut of gloves, and looked as though he was not one to reckon with.

Qui: With the other three dead, and you the only one left to fufill my prophecy...there is something you might be interested in...there is an angel...

The Seraphim turned to Qui, and her crimson lips parted as she spoke. "The other three are dead. There are no more, and will be no more of my...type." she said slowely. "If it comes to a matter that you of all people would bring it up to me of all people, then I suppose it may be worth the travel...what took you so long to reach me?"

The man chuckled to himself, then looked at Ravelyn with a mischevious smile. "I was trying to catch my breakfast."

Rave:"I'm sure...let me guess...Joshua...maimed him again?"

Qui smiled. "Ah...yes...Nearly killed him...damn Azari."

Rave: "Aren't you engaged to her?"

Qui: I suppose I'm caught then.

Rave: You are. Anyways, back to the subject. Why would I care for just an angel?

Qui: Cause I know that you are soft at heart...

Rave: Damn Vaughn...*she said and smiled at the thought of him*

Qui: Aren't you engaged to him?

Rave: I'm supposed I'm caught then.

Qui: You are. *his eyes flicker slightly* This angel was beleived to be a most terrible demon. A battle is brewing...the angel and the outcast and oppressed...witches...demons...everything...are reaquiring their independence.

Rave: I would have sensed it...

Qui:You're too keen on having your mind focused on your God damn powers in fear that you won't be able to fufill you're purpose.

Rave: Yes...Yes I know..I know everything...even what you have not told me. In the end I will die a martyr...but that day is not today...and your God damn prophecy has not come true.

Qui: True...but it will. I've never been wrong.

Rave: Neither have I...*she smiles* At least you know which side of the family you got it from. *She looks out the window* There is much tension between the forces which I must ease...You're right..I should go...Tell no one...I don't wish to have anymore confusion on my where abouts...

Qui: Yes M'lady.

Mikael Kreoss was in his training room, dealing with some more canidates for the elite special forces. As Severius entered he dispatched his opponent with a blow to the chest. He prided himself on his skill, though this wasn't exactly a fair fight with him being a vampire and all.
"Mikael, I just sensed something," Severius said with great urgency. "What is it?" Mikael asked.
"A powerful presance" he hesitated "I think it may be angelic. And it was in great pain, it was as if this was a cry for help."
How can an angel be in so much pain Mikael thought. "Where is it coming from? We have to help him!"
"It came from Prague," Severius said. "I'll arrange for transport."

Rave walked quietly toward the monastary. It wasn't hard to surpass the people to enter the lower crypts. Wings were usually a ticket to anything, but should she smile, she would be unwelcome...but the guardians of the prison would not post threat to her. She wondered how this angel was locked up in the first place...but she was no ordinary angel...for the fangs did not come naturally with the halo.

Mikael and Severius kep watch on the monastery from one of the small run down apartment complexes.
Mikael: So this is the place?
Severius: Yes this is it. I'm suprised you can't sense the aura of all the things trapped down their.
Mikael: What things?
Severius: "Heathen" things,
Mikael: So you think were dealing with religious wonks, but if they were religious why would they have an angel captive?
Severius: How should I know? I'm not a religious wonk.
Mikael: Whatever. Let's go.
Mikael lept over onto the roof of the Monastery, while Severius flew over on wings of magical power. Mikael found one of the windows and carefully opened it about to enter...

Ravelyn leaned up against a wall, concealed by shadows as she watched Mikael. What could these two be doing here... She asked herself quietly. She drew her crimson lips into a wry smile. Her scarlet eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her skin was pale, but beautifully lit in what light was provided. Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist. Two beautiful angelic wings were folded neatly behind her back. The feathers were soft to the touch. She stepped out of the shadows and stood behind the man. "Is there something you are looking for?" she asked.

(ahh...the infamous picture of Ms. Shentavo)
http://div.dyndns.org/gfx/vampire2_lg.jpg

Both Mikael and Sevrius noticed her aura a momment before she spoke. Mikael twirled around and drew his guns (2 PX-1s) ready for nything.
Severius: Wait Mikael! It's another angel, I think.
Mikael: Angel? What are you talking about she's clearly a vampire.
Severius: Can't you see the wings?
Mikael: Yeah but her aura says she's a vampire.
Severius: We can argue later. And to answer your question whoever you are yes there is. Now as long as were asking questions what are you doing here?

Ravelyn was intrigued by the question. Indeed she was no ordinary angel, but the last remaining seraphim, Azrael out of the four...and indeed her fangs spoke otherwise of the changes that the seraphim had undergone. She looked at their guns and smiled before letting out a quite laugh. "First, I think you should put those guns away, they wouldn't do you much good." She paced around them for a moment, observing them quietly. "I am looking for something." she said with a smile.

Mikael: Yeah I figure as much, guns don't usually do much good against vampires.*puts the guns away*
Severius: I told you she's an angel.
Mikael: Oh shut up.
Severius(to rave): Perhaps you're looking for another of your kind?

Ravelyn: "Not quite...for there are none other like myself, and no seraphim left to speak of. This angel is leading these..."beings" that have been looked up to century against innocents...and that's something I can't see through."

(they're both suprised and a little cowed from here being a seraphim)
Mikael: So you are an angel, but your aura is at least partly vampiric.
However we are looking for the same thing, tha angel and all those other things down there. *Points down through the roof*
Severius: We would be happy to assit you though I don't think you really need it.

Angelus scans the complex from atop a snowy hill. "hmm, entry points, entry points." he painted a few with his binoculars, a grid here, a window there. then something caught his attention.

"whoa. who is that. a Angepire? a Vampgel?" he flew in for a closer look. "and who are those guys? they sure don't look much like monks to me, better keep my eyes open." he approached the rear of the complex, pried open a lower window cover and slid inside.

"That would be most kind of you," she said with a smile. "I don't want you to get hurt though. There are things down there that have been locked up that are centuries old." She laughes slightly, thinking of something. "They should respect their elders." she trails of and becomes aware of a new presence.
"I am an angelic vampire to answer your question." She did not turn to face him, but knew he was there. She had no need to. Her mission was for only one thing, and the less people who had to get hurt the better. She never wanted to endanger anyone's life, and wished to go alone, but knew that wouldn't be possible. As strong a person as she was, she wouldn't be able to hold them all, nor find the angel by her self.

"That would be most kind of you," she said with a smile. "I don't want you to get hurt though. There are things down there that have been locked up that are centuries old." She laughes slightly, thinking of something. "They should respect their elders." she trails of and becomes aware of a new presence.
"I am an angelic vampire to answer your question." She did not turn to face him, but knew he was there. She had no need to. Her mission was for only one thing, and the less people who had to get hurt the better. She never wanted to endanger anyone's life, and wished to go alone, but knew that wouldn't be possible. As strong a person as she was, she wouldn't be able to hold them all, nor find the angel by her self.

Mikael: Trust me we're not that much weaker than the people down there. And besides we must help that angel! And if they are able to keep a normal angel in addition to things that you think would be too dangerous for ne and him I don't think you can do it on your own. Even if you can you do it realise that we're going to help no matter what you say.

Severius:I second that. An angelic vampire? Ya don't see that every day, even every other. Nor are half angel half demons very common either. *addresing the presence behind Rave*

Mikael: (addressing rave) Oh and whatever your name is I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I'm Mikael, that's Severius.

He opened the window and looked around to see what was down there...

OCC: Nephalim or whoever is running this, what do I see down there? also I have magical senses, auras and the like, so anything sensed there?

"I go by many names." She said with a smile. "Ravelyn Shentavo, Azrael, the angel of death, savior to the people, damner of their oppressors...but most call me Rave." She levitated to the window where Mikael was and looked in. She could sense powerful things, but they didn't falter her at all. She looked toward Severius. "No...there are no other angelic vampires to walk the earth. There are some demonic angels, or demons. Whichever way you want to put it.

As Rave finished speaking, a strange thing began to happen. winds pick up, sweeping up leaves and sending them dancing down the streets, and all across the Jewish quarter, people solemnly walk out, and mark their doors with the blood of the Lamb.

Clouds begin to form, swirling into a vortex pattern in the sky. the very air shivers.

All across the monastary, Klaxons begin to sound. from the depths of the Crypts, an unholy wailing can be heard even over the wind and the sirens.

All across the city, people in their houses shutter their windows. People in the streets stand and stare at the sky, tears runing down their faces, filled with a sudden and unexplained fear, and sadness.

Aziraphale looks up from his prison.

"THEY COME!"

In an unmarked van a block away, Lt. Ah'rough looked over the fellow SWAT officers, the hunamoid fox checking to make sure that his unit was prepared. He silently yearned for his standard-issue .75 cal carbine and Tactical powered armour as he checked the readouts on the sidearm the Temple R&D people had provided; it was they who had issued almost all their current gear, suposedly effective against the supernatural where conventional weapons would not be. Atleast the ASPEW was a tried and true system; encompasing each trooper in a bubble of tampered reality, untouchible, atleast directly, by the effects of the supernatural; atleast he didn't have to worry about mind-control and the ilk...


OOC: Kanuckistan has, shall we say, a widly-varried population. These SWAT folks are being sent in to rescue and/or avenge a family of lycanthropes the Inquisition grabed, as they happened to be Kanuckistani citizens :)

As Lt. Ah'rough and his men poured out of the van in preparation for the attack, they find a lone human warrior walking toward them the street. Lt. Ah'rough crouches and prepares to kill the walking human.

Suddenly the human stops in fron of Lt. Ah'rough, raises his hand and says, "You're Lt. Ah'rough right? I've heard of you... I am Azara Chobhum, a warrior of the Holy Fire."

Suddenly, the human collapses...

"I was ambushed by the enemy while on my way to assist..."

--Azara Chobhum

Angelus walks along a long stone passage illuminated only by burning torches. he has discarded his jacket revealing his mismatched wings, and he carries each of his pistols by his sides. suddenly the ground begins to rumble beneath his feet. and he feels something, unfamiliar. his eyes widen with terror as the rumble approaches. he crosses his arms over his eyes with his arms and screams, bracing his feet against the floor as a wave of air carrying the dust of the passage blows against him, carrying the unholy wailing with it. then it ceases. as he widens his eyes with panic. "I don't think that's good"

OCC: Nephalim or whoever what does Mikael see? If there's something down there disregard the following post.

Mikael: It's clear. Come on Severius, and Rave I suppose.
With that he droped down through the window, drawing one PX-1 and his sword (enchanted by severius for better damage and such), landing gracefully on the floor. Severius folowed though his fall seemed extremly slow as if falling through water, and as he fell he drew a sword, but this was no ordinary sword. He had created it himself and had but some of his being in it. Having a "piece" of a living being in it allowed it to flow and change shape in accordance with it's his command.

Kain was outside the monistary, his cloak billowing out, it's colour was unusally light green, in anticipation and a little fear. Cloak flowed as it usually did, with it;s own accord, but at the moment..it stayed sullen and quiet, the animated magical Cloak remained solemn as it knew what was in there.

The Brightblade, the demon trapped within the sword, knew it too. It stayed dormant and did not speak to Kain.

Kain saw Ravelyn go inside, he had counted on her being here. Kain slowly walked to the door of the monestary...and opened the doors tensly, not knwoly quite to expect. He had only heard rumors...from the other planes as well as this. He had recieved infomation from Cloak whihc had the ability to transverse the other realms.

Kain was a vampire, but he was unusual in appearance....

http://images.legacyofkain.net/sr1/captures/intro/kain_04.jpg

Rave looked unaffected by the noise. "No..." she said softly. "We find the angel first..." she began walking toward the aura whom was not as far away as some might think. She waited to see what would try and stop her.

The plane landed at the old Prague airport. Several men stepped off. "Where are those fools of Old Rome we have been told to support?"

Kain entered the monestary, greeted by nothing by the silence...Kain could hear much, but he certainly felt a great deal. Mear hints of some other powers here, but it was inmistakable. Kain pressed on, and walked in the enterance of the monestary slowly.

The Inquisitors bowed. "Greetings, brothers from Roania. We are glad you have come."

The two seperate teams board a bus and drive to the monastery...

((This takes place before TFD))

"Inquisitors...just what I need now." She said with a grim expression on her face. She looked at Mikael and Severius. "Let's go...I don't have such a great past with that sort of folk, and wish for no more tension to arrive. One I can handle, five maybe, but a whole fleet is out of my grasp." She continues down the catacombs, sensing the presence draw nearer.

Ravelyn Shentavo
http://div.dyndns.org/gfx/vampire2_md.jpg

Mikael and Severius continue down, following rave, Mikael with his sword and gun at the ready and Severius's flowmetal weapon writhing in his hand. He also cast a small spell to try and blanket their aura, so as not to warn or alert anyone.

The Inquisitors arrive at the monastery. "Brothers, we have been watching this building. They are in there."

"Then let us do this, brother." Summoning forth a holy light, the Inquisitors enter the monastery.

Rave looks back as she hears footsteps. "Ah...inquisitors...great...perfect." *she turns around to face the direction that they were coming in. She looks at Mikael and Severius* "Get behind me now!" she yells at them. Her eyes are a deep crimson and the flame from the orb in her hand flickers in the reflection of her eyes. She throws it, as a full stream of fire is sent down toward the enterance, as if an explosion had taken place. "Go..hurry...now I am no longer safe here...we must find the angel, before they find the seraphim."

"VAMPIRE!" The Inquisitors duck away from the fire. "We should be able to handle it easily. LIGHT FLASH!" Concentrated holy energy shoots from their hands and down the hall.

Rave receives the energy in her hands. The seraphim smiles as she folds her wings behind her. She laughs. "They can't fight an angel with holy magic..." she snickers and continues. "Seraphim!" she yells back correcting the countless words she heard. She smiles at Mikael and Servius. "Alright...here is the part where you run as fast as you can and get the hell away from these psychos."

"What?" The Roanian Inquisitors draw their blades. "To fight the darkness, you must become the darkness..." They chant together. "MELGIS' FLAME!"

Dark magic raced down the corridor towards Rave. Followed in short order by the more traditional Inquisitors of Prague.

Rave laughs. This is too much...they really don't know who I am though...and if they did they would know how to kill me in an instant...with one thing... *she clutched the bloodstone in her hand and broke into a sprint. Spreading all six of her wings she flew down the corriders with immense spead. The dust from the walls were blown off as she flew.

You claim to be holy, but now I see as you use the dark arts, you are none of the sort. You are bringers of darkness, and you are not welcomed in my presense. *a voice was heard around the entire building. She needed to find the angel before the inquizitors found her hiding place...if they found out whom she was, they would know exactly where she was.

"Please... your parlor tricks don't frighten us. We exist to combat evil. And we will do that with all tools at our command." The Roanians look at the Prague Inquisitors. "If you have a problem with the way we handle things, then be gone. We have no time for weaklings."

The other Inquisitors leave the building hurriedly. The Roanians smile. "We shall find the vampires, and destroy them. And we will find the artifact as well."

Parlor tricks? Weakling? They really have no idea do they...I could have some fun with this. A smile crossed her face. Though her smile bore two, piercing sharp fangs, her back bore six angelic wings. The angelic vampire was an ancient, and even more so not in the slightest bit weak. She wondered what happend to Mikael and Severius, but knew that the inquizitors wouldn't harm them. They just wanted to kill all vampires in existance, regardless that when the apocolypse came, she would be the one to stop it...with her own life.

Mikael starts sprinting down the hall. Severius stays a second longer and casts a slow spell on the inquisitors, he doubted it would do much but he had to help. With that he ran down the corridor casting haste on him Mikael and Rave.

OCC: Sorry this is a little late :oops: so you can disregard the slow spell if you want

The Inquisitors follow quickly, ignoring the hurried spell of Severius. "ABBADON'S FIRE!" A massive surge of dark energy shot down towards the renegades. "You have no defense against your own power, creatures of Satan!"

Fortunately the haste spell combined with both severius's and Mikael great agility alowed them to dodge the blast as they flew (not literaly) down the corridor.

Rave was extremely well hidden as she watched the inquizitors. Her laughs came from all directions. I am an angel of God...you whom use the magic of Satan shall perish eventually...though not today, I really have more important things to do. Though I'll take a raincheck...and you might want to do a backround check on me, it might help you..

The Inquisitors pull out some files. "You are Ravelyn Shentavo, vampire. You commit the blasphemy of claiming to be an angel. Your inquisitorial number is 01."

Cool...I have a number. That's great. Now, I must be going...and I am and forever will be an angel. If you can't tell I have a soul. If I was a full blood vampire, then I would have attacked and killed at least one of you, but I'm not...and I will not fight you...today. *an ominous presense swept over them, and it was gone*

___

Rave breathed in the musty air deeply. She was somewhere in the catacombs away from the inquizitors. She had to find the angel before they found her. The ancient turned on her heal, and made her way down the hallway.

"Are we going to believe her, captain?"

"No. But we can forget her now. Those two witches with her must be neutralised."

They stride off, searching for Severius and Mikael.

Mikael: Severius?
Severius: Yes
Mikael: I sense something,
Severius: Yeah so do I, what of it,
Mikael: This feels different, angelic I guess,
Severius paused in the hall and cast a locator spell and found two angelic auras, one weak one strong, and many other auras, some of which he recognized as the inquisitors*,
Severius: He's that way *gestures to the right*
Mikael: OK, let's go,
With that they both sped off down the corridor

*Note: Mikael and Severius will do their best to stay far away from the inquisitors now that they know where they are,

((Won't work. Inquisitors can feel witches))

"They are escaping."

"Target 01 is to the east."

"Targets x and y are running towards an unknown presence."

OCC: Well at least I know where you are, Also Rave what happened to the Iuthian vampire confrence did it just end or what?

Mikael and Severius kept running.
Severius: Were almost there.
Mikael:What's the situation with the inquisitors?
Severius: They seem to be able to tell where we are, they're homing in on us,
Mikael: Sh*t!

(((not sure..no one's spoken to me aboout it...and WV and I are both too stubborn to let it go. lol...it will be done soon i guess...)))

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Lt. Ah'rough cocks his head slightly at the stranger's claim, sighting him down the barrel of an unusual-looking rifle along with twenty other armoured figures; their armour and weaponry an amalgum of silver and ruby and the dark grey of high-carbon steel.

"What the hell are you talking about?" the vulpine trooper demands while the ten occupantns of a third van make their way amidst the shadows down the street; scouting ahread while their fellows deal with this interloper.

OOC: Please refrain from RPing other's characters, like you did above.

OCC: Well at least I know where you are, Also Rave what happened to the Iuthian vampire confrence did it just end or what?

Mikael and Severius kept running.
Severius: Were almost there.
Mikael:What's the situation with the inquisitors?
Severius: They seem to be able to tell where we are, they're homing in on us,
Mikael: Sh*t!

The Inquisitors fan out through the building. "James, Lola. Take target x. Fred, George, take target y. Kathy, Harry, Alex, You're with me, and we're going after 01. Max and Kelly, hold the entrance. Noone gets in or out. If those cowards of Prague are out there, put them to work."

OCC: I need to get to sleep, sorry :( I'll have to continue in the morning.

"Greetings once more, Inquistors. I suggest that you leave Ravelyn alone. I never would have thought it, but you have become hypocrits to your own twisted crusade." Kain's voice plain yet the message behind it was sarcastic and hate filled.

Kain formed from the shadows, his eyes appearing first broing into the inquistors.his arms crossed. . He stood plainly, smiling thinly and sarcasticly. He had his cloak, and it's colour was a deep blue, it was flowing behind him.

He stared long and hard at them, looking at thier faces as they viewed what they refered to as subject 51, the dead vampire who died in that temple. Kain did not intend to fight them, he had his weapon still sheaved, but if he had to....

(OOC Bearing in mind the events to fight the darkness)

OCC: I'm back :D

Severius: Here it is *points to the cell door*
Mikael: Good. How are we doing on the inquisitors?
Severius: They're still after us, but with the haste spell we're still pretty far ahead.
Mikael: Now how to get in.
Severius: There are some pretty powerful wards on this, I might be able to break them, then there's an old fashoin large steel door, with lock. This doesn't look to promising.
Mikael: Great(sarcastic) Well we have to try. I wonder where Rave is? Could you try and locate her, because she could definetly break these wards, seeing as how she's a freakin seraphim.
Severius: Sure *casts locator spell, once he has located her he tries to call her here* Okay now I'll see if I can break the wards.
He starts chanting, and making hand mothions, his flowmetal weapon writhes in time with the chanting and hand movements.

"Greetings once more, Inquistors. I suggest that you leave Ravelyn alone. I never would have thought it, but you have become hypocrits to your own twisted crusade." Kain's voice plain yet the message behind it was sarcastic and hate filled.

Kain formed from the shadows, his eyes appearing first broing into the inquistors.his arms crossed. . He stood plainly, smiling thinly and sarcasticly. He had his cloak, and it's colour was a deep blue, it was flowing behind him.

He stared long and hard at them, looking at thier faces as they viewed what they refered to as subject 51, the dead vampire who died in that temple. Kain did not intend to fight them, he had his weapon still sheaved, but if he had to....

(OOC Bearing in mind the events to fight the darkness)


The Inquisitors stare dumbfounded. "#51!" The 4 remaining Inquisitors draw their blades. "By the power granted us by the Archangel Gabriel, we will dispatch you to your proper resting place! GABRIEL'S BLESSING!" Massive amounts of light energy sparkle around them.

Severius: Here it is *points to the cell door*
Mikael: Good. How are we doing on the inquisitors?
Severius: They're still after us, but with the haste spell we're still pretty far ahead.
Mikael: Now how to get in.
Severius: There are some pretty powerful wards on this, I might be able to break them, then there's an old fashoin large steel door, with lock. This doesn't look to promising.
Mikael: Great(sarcastic) Well we have to try. I wonder where Rave is? Could you try and locate her, because she could definetly break these wards, seeing as how she's a freakin seraphim.
Severius: Sure *casts locator spell, once he has located her he tries to call her here* Okay now I'll see if I can break the wards.
He starts chanting, and making hand mothions, his flowmetal weapon writhes in time with the chanting and hand movements.

Fred, George, James and Lola step out from behind a pillar. "Greetings, witches. We are the ones who will be killing you now."

Ah'rough sighed and motioned to his men to move on as the stranger apears to have lost conciousness; it takes but a minute to catch up to the advanced squad outside the building.

"Report," the Lt. queried a short hunam sargent in hushed tones.

"Scuffle earlier; quiet now. There apear to be two gaurds stationed just inside"

The force's canine commander nodded, signiling his troops with a series of hand gestures befor the twenty five advanced on the building; five remaining behind, hidden in the shadows of an alley.

Twenty troopers form a half-ring around the door two ranks thick while the remaining five burst through the doors with rifles leveled; eyes and ears scanning the room aided by technological and supernatural equipment; weapons aimed upon the two sentries almost imediatly as they enter; demands of 'Freeze!" "Drop your weapons!" and "Hands above your heads!" echoing out from multipule sets of lungs as the two Inquisitors are set upon.

The Inquisitors stare dumbfounded. "#51!" The 4 remaining Inquisitors draw their blades. "By the power granted us by the Archangel Gabriel, we will dispatch you to your proper resting place! GABRIEL'S BLESSING!" Massive amounts of light energy sparkle around them.


Kain did nothing. He smiled as the light hit him and his form shattered, like a piece of glass. Kain's form was shattered upon the floor, shards of glass. It was simply an illusion.

After many more seconds, Kain appeared again, unphased. "My proper resting place? The fact that the Earth saved me is not reason enough to leave me be? The fact that you owe me your lives, your souls and many nations is reason enough to leave me be and her? You owe me a debt, and I am here to demand it be repaid. I demand three things. That you leave Ravelyn Shentavo alone, that you leave Daniella alone, and that you leave me, Kain Irenicus alone!"

Kain roared with his own defiance, his voice booming through the room. It did not leave the room however, he did not want anyone else disturbed. Kain's eyes where aflame with inner fury, fires burned within those eyes. Cloak turned a deep crimson, almost black. It relected Kain's mood, and never had it turned fully black.

Ravelyn whirled around immediately. Kain. She turned back and vanished into the shadows. She would be able to take the inquizitors as she was at her full strength. And by the power of a seraphim, you shall win this battle.

Mikael: Awh Sh*t,
Severius: What is it? I just broke the first layer of wards. *notices the inquisitors* Awh Sh*t
Severius gathers his power and lets out a powerful blast while Mikael starts firing firing at the inquisitors, hoping the enchanted rounds will do something. As soon as the blast leaves his hand Severius conjurs a sheild for himself and Mikael, the sheild isn't physical, what it does is it chooses the strands of fate in which the person the sheild affects is not hit by whatever weapon and tries to draw those strands of fate into reality. Having done that they both leap into combat Mikael slashing with his sword and Severius's flowmetal weapon writhing around trying to move around the enemies weapons.

OCC: Rave you will recognize the sheild as Eldar rune armor from the vampire council. Also off to church Bye!

Rave: Strange...very strange indeed. *she said to herself as she sensed the rune. She was drawing closer...oh so close to the angel.*

(Nephilim where the heck are ya? :P )

OCC: I'm Back :D

Mikael: Where's Rave? he asked as he continued to fight?
Severius: She's on her way.

Kain awaited thier responce....his body glowed slightly blue...his eyes stared at the inquisitors....

I think I will BUMP my car over this speed BUMP.

Nice original BUMP

Je ne parle un Francias, un BUMP monsiuer/madame.

My mom says your French is a bad, though her's is a little rusty :)

Hago BUMP en español. :D

Oh and it's monsiuer.

i'm having trouble getting back in. could someone possibly BUMP into angelus?

I think everyone is currently otherwise engaged so we couldn't possibly BUMP into Angelus.

OOCly pokes Roania

Pick up a stick and joins in poking

Ah'rough sighed and motioned to his men to move on as the stranger apears to have lost conciousness; it takes but a minute to catch up to the advanced squad outside the building.

"Report," the Lt. queried a short hunam sargent in hushed tones.

"Scuffle earlier; quiet now. There apear to be two gaurds stationed just inside"

The force's canine commander nodded, signiling his troops with a series of hand gestures befor the twenty five advanced on the building; five remaining behind, hidden in the shadows of an alley.

Twenty troopers form a half-ring around the door two ranks thick while the remaining five burst through the doors with rifles leveled; eyes and ears scanning the room aided by technological and supernatural equipment; weapons aimed upon the two sentries almost imediatly as they enter; demands of 'Freeze!" "Drop your weapons!" and "Hands above your heads!" echoing out from multipule sets of lungs as the two Inquisitors are set upon.

"Never." The two Inquisitors draw their blades and slice at the throats of the werewolves. Moving faster than any normal human possibly could, they spin around, pulling their RA-87s and firing silver bullets at each creature.

One of them is hit by a bullet, but the armor absorbes the blow.

The Prague Inquisitors run forward and aid their brethren, firing at the creatures.



Kain did nothing. He smiled as the light hit him and his form shattered, like a piece of glass. Kain's form was shattered upon the floor, shards of glass. It was simply an illusion.

After many more seconds, Kain appeared again, unphased. "My proper resting place? The fact that the Earth saved me is not reason enough to leave me be? The fact that you owe me your lives, your souls and many nations is reason enough to leave me be and her? You owe me a debt, and I am here to demand it be repaid. I demand three things. That you leave Ravelyn Shentavo alone, that you leave Daniella alone, and that you leave me, Kain Irenicus alone!"

The Roanians draw their blades.

Mikael: Awh Sh*t,
Severius: What is it? I just broke the first layer of wards. *notices the inquisitors* Awh Sh*t
Severius gathers his power and lets out a powerful blast while Mikael starts firing firing at the inquisitors, hoping the enchanted rounds will do something. As soon as the blast leaves his hand Severius conjurs a sheild for himself and Mikael, the sheild isn't physical, what it does is it chooses the strands of fate in which the person the sheild affects is not hit by whatever weapon and tries to draw those strands of fate into reality. Having done that they both leap into combat Mikael slashing with his sword and Severius's flowmetal weapon writhing around trying to move around the enemies weapons.

"Infidels, heretics, witches. Let us cleanse your souls." The Inquisitors spoke as one, any trace of humanity buried beneath their armor.

Clense this! A voice bellowed as A raging wall of flames circled around the inquizitors as high as the ceiling. The flames were white hot and formed a barrier between the seraphim and the inquizitors. Rave's eys flickered with the flames. She was in mid air with her wings spread out in full. Her arms were raised as she called upon the fire. She was merciful, and the fire did not spread towards them, just a circle around them. She looked to them, and found pity. I have not come here to fight you, we come in common purpose. I have not come here to defend them, they come with a common objection. I have not come here to waste my time being a mediator between the two forces, nor take unnecessary measures. I could have killed you right now, but I didn't. *her humanity and compassion were clearly visable* Like doth let like...would you stop fighting, and just look for what you came here for...call it a temporary truse. Because frankly, I really don't feel like waisting my energy on you...I wish to find the angel, and you as well do, unless there is another reason why you came here...but there is none. *the fire died down slightly, but was still high. Am I clear? she asked raising an eyebrow.

The Inquisitors sheathe their blades. "Very well, #01."

The flames die down completely, and the seraphim lands. "Very well." she says, her eyes turn back to their normal crimson color. Her beauty became aparent when she wasn't in a rage. "Let's find the angel then." she smiled. "Shall we?"

The Inquisitors cross themselves. "As you wish, #01." They concentrate. "Our angel is to the east."

"Call me Ravelyn, please...I'm not a number." she said with a smile, apparently unoffended by the remark, she headed with them. This was a site you didn't see everyday.

"You are a number. You are #01." The confused Inquisitors said, leading her in the direction.

"Alright..call me Rave," she said with a smile that even the inquizitors couldn't deny her upbeat mood.

"Yes... Rave."

She smiled softly. They can be alright people...once you talk to them...and/or threaten them with great amounts of fire *she laughed to herself silently. No, their alright...

Silent communication went on between the Inquisitors. She has us caught. Captain, what are our orders?

Under no circumstances must she take the Angel.

OOC: Most of the troopers are hunam, btw; none are weres.

IC:
One of the SWAT members hastily throws his weapon up to block an incomming blade; sparks flying as the sword glances off, the trooper loosing his balance to fall painfully on his rear. The other four manage to fall back out of range, silver bullets bouncing off their heavy armour even as they loose their own weapon upon the gaurds; a pair of quad bursts erupting from each weapon, hypervelosity .45 cal rounds enchanted to the point of being as much energy as solid matter; no warding could stop them, angel and demon both as vulnerible as man to this weapon; a weapon further enchanted to pirce virtually any armour.

Even as sixteen rounds are loosed at each gaurd, their fellows rush in at the sound of gunfire, ready to lend their firepower to the fight.

OOC: A bullet enchanted to pierce armor, vs. armor enchanted to repel all attacks?

IC: The bullet slammed into the armor, but only dented it. The Inquisitor glared and opened fire one more time. His brother stood ready, and fired holy missiles at the offenders.

The 10 Prague Inquisitors opened fire as well. 12 Holy Warriors, armed to the teeth.

The Roanians stopped and concentrated. "MELGIS FLAME!"

post deleted....I have no idea what's going on. :lol:

You have the inquizitors whom aren't a friendly bunch. Then you have a pissed of ancient angelic vampire...odds don't look good. Rave turned towards them and ran towards the men. She flipped over one of them so that she was in the center of them. Then the real fighting begin. With her reflexes, hitting them was not difficult.

OOC: Wrong direction. That is happening outside, the Inquisitors are leading Rave deeper into the abbey.

:oops: post edited.

Rave: Something on your mind gentleman? *she asked raising an eyebrow, knowing perfectly that there was something they were thinking about. She picked up surface thoughts but did nothing.

Silent communication went on between the Inquisitors. She has us caught. Captain, what are our orders?

Under no circumstances must she take the Angel.

This is the last post between me and you.

Rave tilted her head and looked at them inquizitively as they traveled deeper.

They smiled and waved at her

((Monty Python!))

I hate it when they do that... *she traveled alongside them. Her word could be trusted, but could theirs?

"So... when did you" Deran's lips framed around the words 'become one of the damned', but instead he said "become a vampire?"

"So... when did you" Deran's lips framed around the words 'become one of the damned', but instead he said "become a vampire?"

"So... when did you" Deran's lips framed around the words 'become one of the damned', but instead he said "become a vampire?"

Rave: Wow...I haven't been asked that in a while. Many millenia ago...I can still remember everything.

OCC: I'm confused are my guys still fighting?

OOC: wow, a lots happened since i last posted. sorry guys

IC: Strange lights flicker in the gathering storm. Suddenly, a number of forms appear from the clouds, wreathed in light and weilding blades of flame.

Wings of Angels, nearly a dozen of them. in the lead, an angel in armour of gleaming gold. he cries out, his voice like the clarion bells of war:

"YOUR TIME HAS COME AVERNUS! BEHOLD THE WATCHERS WRATH AND TREMBLE!"

Meanwhile, in the highest spire of the Abbey, a group of robed figures stand. one stands apart from the others, in his wizened hand he bears a Book that shimmers oddly and offends the senses in a way that is difficult to explain.

He reads out from the Book, each Word like a great block of black Granite. Shadows lengthen, the sky darkens, and a strange gibbering begins.

In the catabombs, the horrible creatures contained go wild. Those who are not evil cower, for they feel the presence of an evil that is so great and pure it is elemental. Above, the Inquisitors of the abbey gather to defend themselves.

(OOC I am confused...but Kain is near Ravelyn regardless...)

Kain did not look at Ravelyn, he was still in shame. He remained nearby....but remained quiet. He could have driven many knifes into their backs, made them explain themself for thier own crimes, but he did not, as much as he would like to. He would not cause trouble if Rave did not want it.

Kain stayed in the shadows....watching, but still visible. Whenever Rave might have looked at him, he turned his head in shame and humilation. He had nothing to say to her....there was no words for it.

Rave closed her eyes for a moment and sang softly to herself. Her angelic voice was soothing to all those whom heard it. They felt warmth and light come over them and were at piece. Rave stopped singing for a moment and did backhansprings down the hall playfully and ended with a full twisting layout. It was more for fun than for show. She began singing again and closed her eyes.
After minutes of her melodic voice, her eyes' shot open as she whirled around. She immediately took in a full defence mode, carefully listening. "Can't you here it?..." she said to them. "It has begun."

The 10 Inquisitors gathered together. "What is going on?"

"The time has come! Ravelyn Shentavo, our apologies. But your services are no longer required."

The ten Inquisitors squared off against Rave, drawing their blades, hands glowing. "We shall save your soul, and then the world."

((They can't grasp the concept that a vampire is happy in that state. They think that they'd be doing her a favour.))

Rave: Remind me never to trust the likes of you again...*she yells, her voice bellowing over them ominously. She rose into the air, her wings spreading out in full. She was near her apocolypse, her power would be at full until then. If you looked closely, you could see signs of it increasing, but not here...it would not end here...there was more than a year before her destiny...and until then, she would be in a state of dominance.* My soul is saved. It seems that you can't grasp that I'm a seraphim. How many times have I told you now. Can you not see six wings upon my back? Can you not hear the melody in my voice. Can you not see the nature in my eyes? Can you not see the life within me, deeper than a pulse? *she asked them, as she raised her hand as a wall of fire was brought up between them and her.* And you're services are no longer required...tell me, how fast are you? *her eyes flickered, and while the smoke blinded those looking at her, she disappeared into the shadows* You're not fast enough, I can tell you that. *the wall of fire disipated, leaving no sign of Miss Ravelyn Shentavo. *

In a flash, and traveling through the shadows, the Seraphim Blade of protection clashes with that of the lead angel dressed in gold armour. Who should be at the other end of the Blade but Azrael herself, the last seraphim to walk the earth. The angel would easily recognize Rave as Azrael. Azrael was one of God's most coveted angels. He had only created four seraphim, and only one remained, to watch over the earth and it's creatures. She deflected the blade from her. "It is nice to see you again, though I am sorry we meet on such terms." They were angels and archangels, several and eight ranks below her, they would recognize her...

((Hey, I control Gabriel...))

Gabriel flew down. "Ravelyn."

"Gabriel," she said with a smile. "It is wonderful to see you again, but you no longer walk this earth..." she said raising an eyebrow. "What brings you to this realm. The seraphim aren't extinct from the earth...Azrael remains." she says, smiling.

"You and your 'children of the night' are interfering with my Inquisitor's work. I granted them their power, need I remind you?" Gabriel said, harshly. "I know not why they are after you, but our old friend Mephistopheles is up to his old tricks again."

(Gabriel would know that the inquizitors were misled, if he was a real seraphim, and also would know the truth behind Ravelyn...seeing that she is really a good spirit.)

"It is not you whom granted them power," said Rave with a confused and suspicious expression, pacing around her old friend...if it really was him. "It is God that granted them power, trusting that their finite minds might be able to grasp and focus on the right morals. They have been corrupted, as most humans are with power. Our minds are infinite...we can grasp what they can't. We can grasp many aspects of God that they are baffeled by. I stood beside you in the fight against Mephistopheles and the three brought him down together, and I will do the same again. But now is not the time...we have over a year before that time." she looked to him, her eyes the ice blue as they had originally been. She whispered softly. "You know what will happen in a year, the seraphim will wiped out completely from the earth, but we remain still in heaven...Tell me, why have you come?"

"You are too smart for me." 'Gabriel's' body twisted and changed.

http://www.proeto.com/pix/meph.jpg

"I failed before, but I will not fail my master this time!" Mephisto said, power welling into him.

Rave: You seem not to recall the last time we fought. *she said, continuing to pace around him* It ended with you being sent into a fiery torment in hell by my hand. *she said raising her hand ready to strike him. She still held the sword* Go ahead, make you're move. I've become stronger, faster...due to some, additions. *she said. The angelic vampire paced around him faster* Are you afraid? With the fear I saw in your eyes as you were cast down to the bottomless pits of hell to burn for all eternity. You should have stayed there...Mephisto.

"Come, my old friend." Mephisto hovered. Is that any way to treat an old comrade? I changed my name, of course. Mephistopheles. Too much of a mouthful.

Rave looked at him with disgust. "You lost my trust the day you defied God...you are not my friend, for a friend is not someone whom has such a vile heart, if any, as you. And I as well changed my name, though it wasn't my choice. Azrael wouldn't hide my identity on earth. And the scientists called me Ravelyn, but I perfer Rave." she said with a defiant smile. "I will not follow you, I will send you back to where you belong." *she said as she raised her sword as it glowed with light*

So, we fight... but I have already won. You saw the Inquisitors, thinking they do god's work. But a moment to corrupt their powers. Gabriel spent centuries teaching them, and I undid it in a few months.Mephisto drew his own blade.And I've learned a few tricks myself

Let's see if you have learned enough.. She said as she levitated meeting his level. Her six wings were spread out, and her sword was ready to strike. You will never win Mephisto! I have already forseen in.

A vampire, thinking to challenge me? One true lord of darkness? As well that I am the one who shall destroy you. For my master is now the equal of your master! Many who claim to serve God serve the Devil, though they know it not! Mephisto parried the strike, and sliced downwards. He drew another blade, and used the two as a shield.

Rave flipped backward, deflecting the blade with her boot. I will never serve darkness. Angelic blood and vampiric blood mix only in one way. And that is neutral. I am not of dark, but in my ranking a seraphim, my being has been shifted to the divine light in all of it's glory. I will send you back to where you belong. *she slices diagonaly, then whirls around to strike toward the stomach once again. THis sword was blessed...*

But Mephisto's twins blades were cursed. A virgin's blood had been poured on them. Mephisto deflected the blade, but stumbled back. No. Now is not the time. He vanished, his voice saying "Think on it... you know I speak the truth."

The Watcher arched an eyebrow.
"I Can See That This Will Take a While..."

He then gestures, and the Choirs descend on the Abbey, chanting ominously.

Meanwhile, in the Abbey, the horrible moaning and gibbering intensifies.
A portal opens in place of the main gate into the abbey, and the courtyard is filled with the stink of sulphur.

Horrible creatures, twisted parodies of the Angels descending from the sky, emerge from the Portal, howling and gibbering. Madness, in fact the very essence of insanity, glows in their eyes.

In the spire, the Abbot looks down, his eyes haunted.
"What have we done?"
The Book drops from his numbed hands. he turns to the others, and a strange look comes over him. he speaks again, his voice changed:
"It Is Done. Your Usefulness Is At An End."
His hand raises, and the assembled Elders twitch like puppets gone crazy, and then collapse, their very souls taken from their ancient bodies.

The Abbots body twists, power surges, causing crackling arcs of purple energy to crawl across his now corrupted body. muscle and bone grows with sickening rapidity. he doubles in size again, and again. huge, leathery wings burst from his back, and horns from his lengthening skull.

"HEAR ME SLAVES AND MORTALS FOR I AM BAAL! LONG HAVE I LANGUISHED IN NEAR DEATH, BUT I HAVE RETURNED, AND I HAVE BROUGHT YOUR LOST LAMBS WITH YOU!"

reality seems to tear arround him, releasing more twisted, maddened angels. he strokes the head of one with a blackening claw, on his face is a parody of a smile.

"COME TO ME, LOST CHILDREN OF GOD, SO I MAY FEAST ON YOUR SOULS!"

Foolish, mishapen beast.[/b] Mephisto appears out of nowhere. "Your time is over. Begone!" He shoots dark energy at the creature.


The Inquisitors stop at the sight of Baal.

The energy dissipates long before it reaches the creature, blocked by the defences of the Abbey building itself.

Baal looks at Mephisto, contempt shines in his eyes.

"FOOLISH CHILD. YOU ARE BUT A DISOBEDIENT CHILD OF GOD, DO YOU WISH TO CHALLENGE ME ALONE?

He gestures dismissively, and reality is rent around the unfortunate Mephisto. Mad Angels emerge all around him, wielding swords of sickening green flame. They hack and slash mercilessly, seeking to bring him down with wieght of numbers.

OOC: because of the distortion of reality, teleportation is extrmely dangerous. i would say there is a 50/50 chance of ending up in two places at the same time.

IC: The Watcher sees Baal and shudders. reaching into the folds of his robe, he removes a mobile phone. fiddling with it he finally gets through, and speaks into it three words, then puts it away again.

Come back for more? Azrael asked as the angered Seraphim held her blade, then heard the mishapen creature's voice. Fine...now is not the time, but later I'll send you back to the pits of hell she said with a slight laugh and turned to the creature. [i]You[i] First of all, I am no slave. Secondly, I have linguered closer to death than you will ever will. *her fangs rested on her lower lip. And you're as sure as hell not going to feast on my soul. She rose into the air and braced her right arm with her left hand around the wrist. A sharp blast of white energy was sent toward Baal. This would be a battle of light and dark.

ain saw the conflict around him and looked on at the combaticants. If he where attacked he would defend as he drew the Brightblade.

(OOC I am not quite sure what is going on here, who is fighting who...I tend to lose sight of the events if I do not post in a while... :? )

OCC: I have become completely lost. Are my guys, Mikael and Severius, still fighting those four inquisitors, if so what has happened? Did the inquisitors leave?

OOC: A bullet enchanted to pierce armor, vs. armor enchanted to repel all attacks?

IC: The bullet slammed into the armor, but only dented it. The Inquisitor glared and opened fire one more time. His brother stood ready, and fired holy missiles at the offenders.

The 10 Prague Inquisitors opened fire as well. 12 Holy Warriors, armed to the teeth.

The Roanians stopped and concentrated. "MELGIS FLAME!"

IC:
The fight continued, mundane silver rounds unable to gain purchase in the thick Kanuckistani armour; magickal energies flowing around the protective envelope of their ASPEW units while all twenty five entered and loosed their weaponms upon the Inquisitors within; a hail of enchanted gunfire first joined by thermite-throwers and then beams of coherent plasma as several officers draw their sidearms.

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Outside, the five lookouts continue to hide in the shadow of an alley across the street.

"I think we might have to call in backup on this one..."



OOC: I'm alittle lost, too.

OCC: I have become completely lost. Are my guys, Mikael and Severius, still fighting those four inquisitors, if so what has happened? Did the inquisitors leave?

Ditto. Apparently, everyone is now fighting Baal. And I do mean everyone.



IC: Mephisto smirked. "Disobedient child of god?" He laughed boomingly. "Do not let this shape fool you. I am more, so much more. I am the third master of the legions of evil, behind only the Dark Lord and Lucifer. I am MEPHISTOPHELES! You have been dead for thousands of years, I am as a god compared to the worm you have become! Bow before your master, worm!"


His human form shredded away, revealing his true form.

http://www.jilaensherwood.com/winged%20devil.jpg

BOW BEFORE ME, WORM!

Ditto. Apparently, everyone is now fighting Baal. And I do mean everyone.


OOC: Well, there are 25 Kanuckistani SWAT officers trying to kill 12 Inquisitors just just inside the door, and they just happen to be blocking the way out.

Ditto. Apparently, everyone is now fighting Baal. And I do mean everyone.


OOC: Well, there are 25 Kanuckistani SWAT officers trying to kill 12 Inquisitors just just inside the door, and they just happen to be blocking the way out.

Those would be Prague Inquisitors. Talk to Nephalim about that.

My Inquisitors could destroy Mephisto and Baal if there were 20 of them. 25 SWAT troopers at 10 of them would be easy.

OOC: These are Kanuckistani SWAT troops; their standard gear include such things as .75 cal carbines, tactical power armour, and high-explosive armour-pircing grenades; they're kinda like the SEALs of the National Gaurd. And these guys are packing some real special kit fresh from the colabritive minds of both the Temple and the military starship program; all of it personally blessed by the nation's God-Prime Minister(long story).

OOC: For someone with 342 posts, I'm sure it is... but these Inquisitors are wearing incredibly thick armor, and carrying enough holy water to negate magic of any sort. Doesn't matter, the Prague Inquisitors, having summoned Baal, are now their enemies as well as yours.

Azrael laughed. "You are a lesser creature than I, I do hope you show respect to your elders...and I do mean elder as in "ancient". *she said with a smile.* "Baal? What kind of a name is that? Did your mother love you?"

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=79290&highlight=

OOC: Baal is not a demon. at the time of the old testament there was one other major religion in the middle east. it worshipped the pantheon of Baal, or Bhaal. it is a rather nasty religion, involving the sacrificing of firstborn children. according to judaeo-christian mythology, God banished the "Lesser Gods". Baal has just been invited back.

As far as i am concerned, Baal is a reflection of Humanity, a creature born of the dark side of human nature. he is elemental evil. therefore he is, i would suggest, more powerful than any angel, or demon, of any rank. if you want to drive him back where he came from, you will have to cooperate. (which you appear to have done anyway).

This creature is not mine. please do not complain that i am not large enough to field it. it is banishable, but you will probably need to think laterally.

Also, the Prague inquisitors have withdrawn within the Monastary. the door is blocked by a portal, which is spitting out evil critters.

IC: Again, the abbey defences hold against the onslaught of Azraels magic, but the Abbey defences have dwindled noticably.

Baal Laughs:
"SO, YOU FIGHT ME ALSO. NO MATTER. YOU SHALL ALL PERISH!"

meanwhile, a sleek black limousine pulls around the corner. five men and a woman emerge, dressed in sleek black suits with sleek sunglasses.
each pulls a sleek pistol from a concealed holster, and one takes a large object from the trunk of the car.

The Watcher smiles. Hefting his sword he dives, phisically penetrating the barriers around the Monastary before loosing an onslaught not at the Creature, but at the butresses that support the spire on which he is perched. fire pours from his fingertips, causing the stone to melt and run like wax. an entire butress is destroyed, and a hole is created in the wall behind.

The Watcher pulls up as a wing descend and dissapear into the hole in the wall. The Watcher turns to Azrael.
"So Broken One. I Know Not Why You Came, But I Welcome You To This Battle."
he nods once, and then sweeps away, narrowly avoiding a stream of black energy fired from Baal's palm.

Kain looked on...and joined the combat relising what was occouring. He began to chant...his lessons learnt from the last time he attempted the spell. It would not be a possession, it was going to be a normal attack.

Kain crouched and closed his eyes, communicating with the earth if they wished this to be stopped....they complied and said yes.

Satisified Kain began the chant...his voice deep and almost drowned out in the noise of combat and demons.

OOC: Ok, guess I'll have to fill in the continuity-gaps with a little fog-of-war...



IC:


Even in his power armour, Lt. Ah'rough was almost thrown back by the force of the blow, parrying the twisted creature's blade of unholy flame with his own of forged space-time; immaterial sparks flying as they met; the vulpine trooper taking the opening to loose a lance of plasma and divine energies from his sidearm into the tortured and battle-scared armour upon the misshapen being's chest. The beast roared as the unexpected onslaught over taxed it's already worn armour; already twisted face further contorting in pain as it was riped from this world.

Gasping for breath, Ah'rough quickly looked around, a glance at his IFF display showing all his men were still alive, somewhere in this melee, while a part of him breifly wondered where their original combatants had gone. Spoting a discarded special issue rifle, he reholstered his sidearm and picked it up; cracked LCD showing all green, twelve rounds left in the clip.

A sudden roar to his left alerted him that he had not been forgoten; spining around he unloaded a quad burst from almost point-blank into the face of a charging.. 'misshapen', for lack of a better word; the creature disintigrating in a storm of fire and ash as the bullets' enchantments tore into it's flesh and riped it's very essence asunder.

Eight rounds left. Thumbing the single-shot selector, he quickly looked around for another target... and froze, gaping at sheer scale of it, befor a voice he couldn't imediatly place came over the mission's general secure comm.

"Where the hell's our backup?!" the voice demanded, "It's a frelling warzone out here!!!"

When a reply came moments later, Ah'rough didn't hear it; his world once more that of instincts and reflexes as he was again set upon by another misshapen and draged into another all consuming melee...



OOC:
Hope you don't mind me killing a few grunts; I felt it was necessary for the 'what the heck's going on?' mood I was trying to set. I can rewrite it if you find it too objectionible.

Angelus wandered unprepared into the room where everyone was fighting Ba'al.

"Holy ****king **** on a ****king ****er!" ((ooc: the kids are rather foul mouthed in my region.)) he drew his wings behind his back and was surrounded by tounges of red flame and flashes of blue lightning. then thrust himself airbourne and gibbered away with many voices, shooting the results of the incantations of holy tounges and infernal curses from his hands at the hulking great devil in front of him...

Down in the catacombs Severius was hit by a powerful magical shockwave.
Severius: Mikael, did you feel that?
Mikael while not as strongly affected (he's not as magicaly sensitive) also felt the wave of magic.
Mikael: Yeah I did. Holy sh*t what could it be?
Seveius: I don't know, but I just broke the last layer of wards. You see how the angel is doing and I'll go investigate.
Mikael: OK
Mikael proceded to break down the door and see how the angel was doing, while Severius proceded to cast haste on himself and rush through the corridors up to where Baal was.

Azrael still laughs as she looks at Baal. "You can't be serious can you?" her eyes glow red. "There is a reason they call me the angel of death." *she said as she charged toward Baal, her light essence engulfing everything around her in a three foot range. She gripped to her side and removed her Seraphim's blade of protection and sliced toward him. this sword was blessed, and when a holy thing touches that of a demon...

Mephisto gritted his teeth. Great. I'm helping Azrael. How wonderful.


The 10 Inquisitors had escaped the battle. "Quickly, we must get to the angel."

Mikael slashed through the door with his katana and then kicked it in. Inside he saw...
OCC: I'll wait for Nephalim to fill me in on that.

Severius sensed the inquisitors coming. He sent a mental message to Mikael: 'the inquisitors are on their way down, I'll see what I can do though, if you don't hear from me assume I failed'
He then cast a spell to hide himself and then another to project an illusion of himself into the prexence of the inquisitors.
Severius (illusion):What are you down here for? I thought you'd be dealing with that magical disturbance.

"Silence, witch. The angel is the only thing that can save this world."

Severius: Fine take the angel, as long as you don't harm it as the last inquisistors did. However I have one question, what are your plans for Me and my friend?

*BUMP*

Something donned upon Rave that had never made sense. The inquizitors had been misled...that was not the angel that would save the world...It was then that she realized that they could take the angel....she knew where the other would be found all to well, and that angel was fighting along side Mephisto against Baal. Yet still...Don't let them take the angel severius... a voice said in his mind.

Severius (still an illusion): I just got word from a friend of mine that I can't let you have the angel. Sorry :)
Mikael recieves a message from Severius Get the angel out of here
Mikael entered the room and saw the angel in chains. He tried to break them...

OCC: Nephalim, where are you? Disregard the last part of the post if thats not what Miakel would see.

Hurry Severius...

Rave raised her sword of Light up against Baal once again, completely aware of Mephistopheles.She sunk the blade in with violent yet percise slices. "You disgust me!" she yelled as she continued.

While the illusion had been talking Severius had made his way back to Mikael. As Mikael was trying to break the first chain Severius arrived and set two work on the second.
Mikael: You're back,
Severius: Yep,
Severius (message to Rave): Shall I get the angel out or is there anything else me and my friend csn do?

OCC: Do you know where Nephalim is? Or maybe I'm just a little impatient. :)

Rave: *while continuing to fight Baal effortlessly* Get the angel out of there and bring him to safety...do NOT let the inquizitors take him at all costs...I will be with you soon...I am being detained for various... *Her swords strikes again* ..reasons..

OOC: you dont seem to be taking Baal very seriously. Rave, no matter how powerful you are, you are an angel fighting a God. the fight would be far from effortless.

IC: Baal laughs as the seraphim blade touches him. energy crackles along it as is blackens, and drops to the ground, falling to dust. the curses thrown by Angelus are absorbed by the creature, leaving a mark, but little more.

Easily, he plucks Rave from the air and flings her against a wall, demolishing it with her body. he then steps down from the shattered tower.

As Rave struggles to rise, she feels a strange crawling sensation where the creature touched her, and her wings are scorched and blackened where they touched its skin.

Meanwhile, inside, Mikael breaks open the door only to find it full of released monstrosities. several of the weaker ones lie half-eaten on the floor, along with the remains of most of the remaining inquisitors.

OOC: sorry Menoth, but the Monastary is bigger than that. The Angels prison is on a sub-basement level.

Kain saw this and reassessed the situation. He could not defeat this....but he could certainly help Rave. He began chanting, weaving various protective and curative magics around Rave, thier power was rather impressive for what Kain was. Still, it was hardly the best healing, he was still only a fledgling, but skilled none-the-less.

His cloak turned red at the combat, it was swirling in many directions. Kain had yet to draw the Brightblade....

OCC: OK Nephalim,

Severius: Damn! I thought he was here,
Mikael: Well we better get going,

They backed out of the room, slowly as not to draw anymore attention to themselves. Once out Severius sealed the door. He then cast a locator spell and found the actual position of the angel.

Severius: I got it,
Mikael: You're sure this time?
Severius: Yes,

Severius cast haste on them both and started toward the new position .

Rave looked at her wings and staggered up, healing with her inner light and already enhanced vampiric abilities. She tilted her head slightly, as a single feather fell to the ground. "You will pay for that dearly..." She said. "Meaniliste creaste!" (which could be translated from the angelic language to the common tounge: Light of Restoration.) Her wings healed and put her in a surge of a blood rage. She rushed toward Baal...

Because of my destiny that will fall upon me in less than a year Kain...I am in no danger here...go...find severius and mikael...they will need more help than I will Kain...I will not forget what you have done...

The Kanuckistani troopers continued to fight both the twisted monstrosities and their own tiring bodies as they strugled on below the greater conflict.

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Elsewhere, a man watched their struggle from afar; there was no doubt now that the SWAT team would be unable to complete their objective; indeed, they'd be lucky to save their own hides. He hated to risk it; they weren't ready, damnit; but there were few units still on Earth that would be able to acomplish the objective befor those they saught to save were consumed by the growing carnage around them.

The word was given; Ah'rough would have his back-up.

Kain wondered about what she meant by destiny...he had not believed in someone controling his every action, preordaining his every move (lol...what I am doing right now). But he replied.

I shall do so. I am sorry I let you down before....I shall not fail you again. Of course Kain refered to Daniella.

Kain gave one last look upon the battle and walked back, his long cloak and white hair streaming behind him, the sounds of magic and combat fading from Kain's ears. The cloak was slowly dimming from the bright wild red and was turning a deep crimson. Kain began to walk down the passageways when he heard the conversations.

Must be them.....he saw them move at tremendous speeds as the haste spell was upon them. He followed them silently, not wanting them to stop yet, his running pace easily keeping up with them, he did not even break a sweat. Not that Kain was sure he could now....

OOC: does haste merely improve your physical speed, or does it improve your mental speed and reflexes as well? if it does, take part B of the following post. also, Rave, you can be destined all you like, but you might perhaps try thinking laterally. this thing cannot be killed, even by you. but it can be banished. (hint: try thinking about how it was summoned)

IC: Baal seemed unconcerned by Raves sudden recovery. he then proceeded on to his next target, moving with speed incredible for his size, he snatched Angelus out of the air. The youth's clothing scorched and his skin blistered under the creatures acid touch. he raised him, apparently intending to devour him whole.

but then there came a crimson blur. one of the Nephilim had come to his aid.
The creature screamed as the Angel released a flare of energy in to its unprotected eyes.

Letting Angelus drop to the ground, it strukck the Angel with a claw, powered by his rage, the blow was unstoppable. The Angel dissipated with a flare of blue flame, which clung and burned the flesh of the Beast.

(A:)Meanwhile, under the Monastary, Severius and Mikael travelled with lightning speed, travelling through twisting corridors and unlit rooms, everywhere there were signs of carnage. before they knew it they hit the first layer of defense for the Angels prison. a flare of blue light dispelled their enchantments, their momentum carrying them off their feet, they flew into the next, which scorched them with balls of flame. they stop just short of a field of blue energy whish would have atomised them on contact. catalogueing their bruises and burns they stand, dusting themselves off. Kain however, was not sustaining his speed by magical means, and so was unaffected. he does however feel a growing pain in his chest as he passes the first barrier, and crosses into sanctified ground.
OOC: Mikael & co are now aware of Kains prescence (if they werent before)

(B:)Meanwhile, under the Monastary, Severius and Mikael travelled with lightning speed, travelling through twisting corridors and unlit rooms, everywhgere there are signs of carnage. Before they knew it they reached the first layer of defense for the Angelic prison, stopping barely in time, they examine a line of Script engraved into the floor, walls and ceiling, which is generating an anti-magic field across the passage. Kain stops a fair distance behind.

BTW: exactly how powerful is Rave? cos i initially divided my Pop. by 1,000,000, and am now capping it at 50 for balance, because my people are very hard. how about a little i'll show you mine if you show me yours?

OCC: The haste spell improves the reflexes and sch as well,

Mikael: What's that?
Severius: It's written in a very old language, O can barely read it. It appears to be an incantation for an antimagic spell.
Mikael: Damn,

OCC: Does the antimagic field affect the space behind it or does it just destroy your enchantments if you walk through, in short would I be able to use magic after having passed the field? if not disregard the rest of the post,

Severius: It seems, from the inscription, that it will only destroy the enchantments we currently have, so once through magic will work again.
They step through, both feel a slight pain but nothing more.

OCC: The haste spell improves the reflexes and sch as well,

Mikael: What's that?
Severius: It's written in a very old language, O can barely read it. It appears to be an incantation for an antimagic spell.
Mikael: Damn,

OCC: Does the antimagic field affect the space behind it or does it just destroy your enchantments if you walk through, in short would I be able to use magic after having passed the field? if not disregard the rest of the post,

Severius: It seems, from the inscription, that it will only destroy the enchantments we currently have, so once through magic will work again.
They step through, both feel a slight pain but nothing more.

Kain continued to walk until he fell to his knees, as though his body ahd suddenly been starved for years. His skin flared brillaint blue, as he gasped. He relised someone was effecting the Brightblade...and so Kain resorted to drinking some blood. He drew out a small glass vial, filled with demonic blood. He put it to his lips and was rejunivated by it, the warm liquid passing through his veins joyfully. Kain stood up slowly, recovering. His Cloak had dissolved, he knew it had retreated to the other realms. The Brightblade seemed heavy and plain....Kain had to go it out alone here.

He continued on.....and he saw the other two.

ooc: Rave is quite powerful...she is just until she can close all her threads...and go on to her apocolyptic desenty in "The end?" thread....you'll see.....

IC: Mikael and Severius cross the barrier, and find that they can still cast magic. however, the magic is severely impeded by the huge undercurrent of divine power pulsing through the sigils that now cover the walls. traps abound that slow their progress significantly. several are triggered that do not seem to affect Severius at all, but send Mikael and Kain screaming to the ground. the corridors are eerily but brightly lit, and kain can no longer disguise his prescence.

OOC: i was thinking of something slightly more specific Rave, for you have never actually defined what Rave is and is not capable of.

eg: my Angels are energy based lifeforms. created before the world began, their physical bodies are constructs around their energy forms.

As such, their appearance is changeable, and they can appear however hey wish. when their physical bodies are destroyed they retreat into Sheol, or purgatory. a parallel dimension only slightly out of phase with this one, where the souls of those not good enough for heaven, and not evil enough for hell (Ie. the majority of souls) go when their bodies die.
from there they can construct a new body in a safe place, or retreat back into Erebos.

ooc:
restoration of oneself and others
healing (pysical)
Sheild of light
fire elementality
(vampiric abilities of course)
(excell in all the courses at the academy she is a head mistress in (look at thread: shentavo academty)
Rihad attack (watch out after she starts praying after five turns...most powerful attack she has)
creation (which hasn't been used against anyone...nor will ever..only to create the land she now controls)

Kain gitted his teeth. He was determined, he would follow Rave's order. He stepped through the area, his skin flaring blue trying to absorb the powerful antimagic field. But of course Kain could not repel that much power, but was granted additional power by it. He walked a while, and relised how naked he felt without the presance of the Cloak or the potency of the Brightblade.

But the feeling soon passed...he was out. The Cloak reappeared upon Kain, and the Brightblade gained it's power. kain had no more demon blood....he had his thirst slaked for the first time in a great time. He felt vibrant and full of energy. He continued on...

Just when it seemed to be going so well, Kain collapsed, pain coursed through his body as blue runes burned through his cloak and into his skin. they crawl over him, forming chains around his wrists and ankles, binding him to the floor. even the slightest movement causes them to start burning his flesh again.

Mikael encountered a similar trap, but stopped before it completely enveloped him (he was bieng more cautious). instead of being bound completely to the floor, he is bound to the wall by one of his wrists, his sleeve hangs in smouldering tatters, and the pain is excruciating. strangely, Severius seems unaffected.

Meanwhile, on the surface, the so far ignored suited men begin to walk slowly through the carnage. creatures close on them from every angle, thinking them easy prey.

OOC: I'm still here; just letting things progress a bit befor my backup arrives. I'd post, but it'd be a rehash of the same thing, and I'm tight of time I can spend here :-/

Just when it seemed to be going so well, Kain collapsed, pain coursed through his body as blue runes burned through his cloak and into his skin. they crawl over him, forming chains around his wrists and ankles, binding him to the floor. even the slightest movement causes them to start burning his flesh again.

Mikael encountered a similar trap, but stopped before it completely enveloped him (he was bieng more cautious). instead of being bound completely to the floor, he is bound to the wall by one of his wrists, his sleeve hangs in smouldering tatters, and the pain is excruciating. strangely, Severius seems unaffected.

Severius: Don't move Mikael, I think I can get you out of there. (To Kain) Who are you?

Severius starts unding the spell.

Kain fell to the floor, as his skin glowed ligthening blue, giving him some assistance. With the help of Serveruis he was released, and he got up slowly, frustrated that he fell for that trap.

He brushed himself off. "I am Kain Irenicus, friend and once relative of Rave Shentavo. I am here to help, we must move quickly!" Kain said quickly, as he waited to hear thier names and for them to continue.

Severius: I'm Severius, and that's Mikael *points to Mikael*
Mikael got up slowly
Mikael: Hi, *he started to ask about Kain being a "once relative" he remembered how vampires usually felt about their past and refrained*
Severius: I'll cast a spell to sheild us from the traps, however it may not be strong enough so I will cast a spell to detect them as well.
Once Severius finished he started to chant and make hand motions. He motioned the others forward once he finished.

kain followed and started to ask how things where going, as he strode purposefully with long strides. He was rather tall, and his Cloak added to his size it seemed.

"What have you discovered? What are you attempting to do, I was simply sent to help you with this." Kain stated as he looked at the ancient runes upon the walls, with interest. He brushed his talon against them, as they crackled as he felt them.

(Whoops, wrong profile....)

kain followed and started to ask how things where going, as he strode purposefully with long strides. He was rather tall, and his Cloak added to his size it seemed.

"What have you discovered? What are you attempting to do, I was simply sent to help you with this." Kain stated as he looked at the ancient runes upon the walls, with interest. He brushed his talon against them, as they crackled as he felt them.

Mikael: We're looking for an angel. The inquisition have him imprisoned here, we don't know why.
Severius: We don't know what's going on outside or anything, the last we heard something immensly powerful appeared, we have no idea what, or on who's side.
Severius slowed as if walking under water, however after a few moments sped up again.
Severius: We just passed through another trap, it was strong and I had to add more power to our sheild.

Rave slowly made her way into Mikaels veiw. She was slightly out of breath from the fight. She would heal soon. She looked at Severius. "Where is the angel?" she asked, collapsing on the ground in slight exhaustion.

"We still looking rave....are you alright?" kain asked slightly worried. He took a few steps to see how she was, he was slightly hesistant...he still felt great shame.

Mikael: Rave are you all right? *He moves forward to help*
After Rave is up agian Severius continues the conversation:
Severius: The angel is that way *points down the hall* There are many traps gaurding it but we've been able t make it through so far.

Rave: My power is mostly drained, I need time to heal before I can do much. Gods can be very challenging to fight..." *she looked at her broken wing. It was slowely starting to heal.* "But I will be very vunerable, and I'm not looking forward to taking that risk. I'll go...who took the angel?"

Severius: We went to the wrong cell the first time so he's is still imprisoned. I suspect that the traps will only get worse as we proceed so you may want to stay behind. However all the traps so far have had an undercurrent of divine magic so you may be able to help us there.

Kain looked on, he was scanning the area. The walls and the floor had runes upon them, the words in a language which he could not read, and hurt the mind to look at too long.

"We should take great care....this doesn't seem right...they would leave some kind of guard...or some kind of defence. The price seems too great...." Kain almost whispered as they continued, anticipating a trap to be sprung at any point.

Rave placed her hands against the walls, she smiled. "Or maybe I could serve as a translator." she stepped slowely along the wall, reading the ancient texts as she went. They told her of the defences, of the captives, a sort of blue print of the place. They told her many things that she would not reveal to them...only what needed to be revealed. She looked back at them. "Come along, but step carefully...and be wary of this character on any of the walls." She raised her hand, and a symbol appeared before them. It curved and twisted in the ancient language. She looked back to them, and said in explaination; "a trap".

Mikael: Thank you, though Severius already has a sheild up that has worked so far, but if the traps get to powerful it will fail.
Severius: Let's get going again.
They start off down the hall, keeping watch for that symbol,

Kain continued to walk, the air growing colder, the area seemed to have a light blue light to it, the entire place seemed eerie. The runes seemed to sparkle menicingly.

"Why do I continue to go to these places? It seems wherever I go, something supernatural occours. Still, like attracts like...." Kain muttered, his words echoing, his voice was almost a whisper. There was a silence that kain did not really wish to break.

A smash could be heard ahead. Rave placed her hand back, stopping them from going any further. She spread her wings and swooped into the darkness silently, only about ten feet from them. No sound could be heard. She looked upon a broken glass. Moisture still clung to the sharp edges. She picked up a small chard as it pricked her finger. She looked back to them, and stood up, dropping the chard to the ground. She walked toward them slowely. "Keep sharp," she said with a twinge of trepidation. "We're not alone."

Kain closed his eyes and drew the Brightblade. It gave a hollow chilling ring as it usually did. But it seemed to chill Kain also...the blade seemed darker. But Kain was forced to hold it still, for he still felt the thirst, but the Brightblade sustained him.

He looked into the gloom. He couldn't see anything.

"Who is it Wise One?" Kain asked, using the words to refer her as he did as a mortal.

"I'm not sure..." she said trailing off. The light that had been provided snapped in an instant, and they were engulfed in the darkness. A small white light could be seen as an orb of light flickered in Rave's hand. It lit up the surrounding area, as she tried to make sure everyone was alright. A shadow slipped past them, so fast, that it was only seen out of the corner of your eye.

Kain turned to try and see the shadow. He couldn't it is too fast. Kain was not afraid...he very rarely was, not on the battlefield. Only once had he felt true fear, true horror. And one of those people died to the person who was protecting him.

Her voice falls dead on air gone suddenly stale. a strange, twisted scream echoes down the corridor. it curles aroung their senses, invading their minds and blooms in their brains, amplified by their worst fears.

As they run down the Corridor, avoiding the traps, they find themselves at a door, the door is made of pure energy, and the group can see through it. what they see astounds them.

In the room stand a circle of eight Angels. The Nephalim that had entered the Building earlier. in the center are two figures.

One is chained to the floor by bonds of black iron, which flicker and flare with red and purple runes. most of the circles, and complicated imprisoning Glyphs seem to have been erased, but the atmosphere of the room is not one of rescue.

Aziraphale sneers up at the figure standing above him. His wasted frame strains at the chains which hold him down. The eight Angels chant continuously, but the words can be heard clearly over the undercurrent of incantations.

"Who Are You To Judge Me Watcher?"

"I Am The One Who Has Seen. I Am The Watcher. Many Have Fallen. Few Remain. Your Sentence Was Laid Down. You Have Broken Your Covenent, And You Shall Pay The Price."

The Watchers words fall like physical blows on the Chained One. He writhes in his bonds, and his form wavers.

"You Were Sentenced To Imprisonment For All Time. Until The End Of Time You Were To Stay Here. Until You Could Bring Renewal To The Race Of Man. The Race You Condemned."

Again, the words are like blows to the stricken Angel. He seems to waver and fade as the condemnation falls upon him like a hammer blow.

Abruptly, another layer of the prison falls. the Layer holding back the group from what is rapidly turning into a Trial. The Group, however, remain unnoticed.

Kain watched....fasincated yet horrifed.

"What maddness is this? What crime has been commited?" Kain whispered to himself as he peered into them, looking at their forms.

The reply nocks Kain from his feet. a bare glance from the Watcher, and the Truth falls on his head like a hammer blow.

Aziraphale. favoured of God. Honoured with the Task of guarding the Gates of Eden.

Aziraphale. Betrayer. Allowing the Serpent Lucifer access to Eden, causing the Fall of Man.

Aziraphale. Conspirator. Driving Man out of Eden uprepared, into a world unable to hold Him.

Aziraphale. Sentenced to Imprisonment until the End Times.

Aziraphale. Chained.

Broken Wings.

OOC: ONLY Kain knows the truth out of the group. the force of the answer may be interpreted as an attack.

Kain was sent reeling by the new hidden truths granted to him, he closed his eyes as the past flashed before his eyes.


"By the Gods....what....how.....this isn't possible! Wait....." Kain said, lying on the floor, seeing Rave and the others react to this. The relevations where sinking in...the words of which the narrator of the story shown to him floating back into his mind..

The Watcher looks down at the stricken creature, and straightens his shoulders.

The chanting Intensifies.

"You Sought To Gain Your Freedom Through The Perversion Of The Humans Who Caged You. You Took Away That Which Made Them Human."

The Watcher reaches into his cloak:

"You Are Damned."

The room is filled with the sweet music of a Blade drawn. Aziraphales' Eyes widen, his face a Tableau of despair. he scrabbles backward to the furthest extent of his chains, trying pathetically to escape.

Severius: Holy sh*t, what the hell is going on?
Mikael: I don't know. Rave do you have any idea as you are an angel?
Severius starts gathering power incase they need to make a get away, all the religious (rave exempted) seem to have a thing about killing vampires.

Kain tried to get up slowly groaning as he did, not so much at apin but at what he had seen from the shock.

"T...They are punishing him...for his crime...at the begining of this earth....I still cannot believe it is true!" Kain said, the last words inwardly asking himself if it was. He knew it was true...

Rave flashed her crimson eyes and spread her wings out in full, revealing the six, soft feathered wings. The seraphim glared at them, her presence would be noticed, and she would not be attempted to be thrown back. "STAND DOWN!" she commanded. The angels would recognize her. They all did. None could forget a seraphim, the highest rank of angel, and the last remaining on earth.
"Merha que rowtha, soleste ri mesalla ne irda la sine mael resine de'laosa. Metsea ne traie maliste crianaste barhiem. Persulsa merda, ne la. "
You let him free, in my care, and I will not have to send you back from this earth. I will not have to cause eight unnessesary deaths. You know very well, I can.

Eight robed figures turned.
Eight faces darkened.
Eight Voices rose, their voices tinged with barely controlled anger, barely concealed contempt.

"Stand Down Tainted One. You Have No Rank In The Eyes Of The Watchers."

The words were laden with images. Images from Azraels past. Moments when she had wavered, had fallen, had been tarnished. Things she had buried, never wanting to remember again.

The Watcher continued as if uninterupted.
"Your Crime Is Proven. Stand And Recieve Your Penance. You Know What Comes."
The sword is revealed as he bears it forth. flames chase up the blade, it is of the finest Angelic craftsmanship, and it is unmistakeably the Flaming Sword of Aziraphale. Aziraphales blade, which he used to chase Adam and Eve out of Eden.

Aziraphale freezes like a rabbit caught in the headlights. fear and indecision writ large on his face. they dissapear, filled with a terrible certainty, the macabre dignity of one who has accepted his fate, or one who has decided to go down fighting. a ghost of a smile flickers across his face.

He stands.

A sound like trees sighing echoes down the passage behind the three still in the corridor.

In the Courtyard outside, the black figures have spread across the battlefield, forming a rough circle. the loud rythmic thumping of a helicopted fills the air, as a chinook comes in from the southwest, carrying a large black box. as it goes overhead it drops the box into the circle, then flees, its tail smoking from a glancing hit by Baal. the box unfolds, revealing a rough-cut statue of a twelve foot heavy set man-shape. across its forehead is a word. it burns blue and is painful to look at. all of a sudden, the creature begins to animate, flexing its hands, and rolling its shoulders, it fixes its faceless gaze on the Creature, and begins to trundle forward.

Fallen? she asked raising her eyebrow. Then you are much deceived. I have never bowed to a watcher, and I'm not going to start anytime soon. I'm warning you..and beleive me, my warnings are best when heeded....stand DOWN! *she yelled at them. Her crimson eyes flickered and a light was forming with in her. Five shots...that was all that it would take...and Kain had seen this banish "gods" before. He knew what she was doing. Her most powerful attack was strengthening*

Kain watched all of this occour, fascinated and awe struck at her power. Kain did not even have an opininon on all of this, he had no real comprehension of this, he was only coming to grips with it. Who the hell where they? God's own prison guard? Kain was loyal to Rave still...but he did not know fully on which side each was on. Where both on the side of God? Would Rave be defying God? The paradox was too much to think about, apparantly Rave knew her stance.

Watching, Kain decided to walk blind after Rave. He got up, ready to fight....whoever they served.

There was no seeming transition between Rave replying and the Nephilim responding, simply one millisecond they were unarmed and dressed in brown robes, and the next they stood terrible in their beauty, resplendant in armour of gold, with swords aflame. Their wings spread, black tips nearly touching the vaulted ceiling. writ upon their armour was the Litany of Protection, in Gods own hand. On their swords, the word TRUTH.

The part of Rave that was still totally Azrael was shocked. when they had left heaven they had been considered the lowest. in truth however the nephalim had come from all ranks of Angels. and each rank had a specific purpose, and a set of knowledge exclusive to them. upon leaving, the Nephalim had pooled this knowledge, all of the small powers available to heavens choirs were pooled into a great Art. The Nephalim had not wasted their exile. they had returned many times more powerful than they had left. and the now uncovered faces of the eight Angels revealed them to be eight of the ten Ringleaders. one was missing, and so she had not earlier made the connection. The Ten, at the time of the Exile, were no match for her. but now?

the question nagging her now was: where is number ten?

The answer came from an unexpected quarter.

Behind her came a pleasant, if sarcastic, upper crust British voice:

"I do hope i am not interrupting anything... excuse me... thank you sir."

Kain looks back to find a man in a White suit, with a panama hat and a wide freindly face, and a black ebony cane with a silk bound silver handle.
beside him is a man who is dressed in Black silk and velvet, and is wearing a black silk top-hat, he is also smiling, though it could not be described as pleasant. his skin is black as ink, and his eyes are china blue. he also carries a similar cane, though his is white.

OOC: the two strangers are introduced in a previous thread, which i know Rave has read. here is some good quotes describing them:

One was dressed all in black, a long coat with the collar pulled up, and a top hat disguising all of his features, The other was dressed in a white suit, with a Panama hat, and a big smile. both carry canes, but neither use them for walking. blue smoke apears to be wafting up from inside the shadowed brim of the Others hat.

The White stranger's smile is one of those expressions humans are not truly programmed to deal with. it conveyes a sense of hidden knowledge. like, for example, the knowledge of the exact time that you will meet your death, or, just as an example, youre deepest, darkest, most well-kept secret. but at the same time it conveyes a kind of benign reasurance. along the lines of "sure, tommorow you will die of a terminally ingrown toenail, but by monday you will feel just fine. trust me."

The Black stranger, however, radiates Menace. with a big M. but again, it is a restrained menace. when he draws near, the infernal smoke wreathing his head turns out to, in fact, be Cigar smoke. he is also far less threatening up close than far away. this is because standing next to him is like standing in Central Park. standing in Central Park you can ALMOST not feel New York.


And here is what Azrael sees:

The White stranger is robed in white, his hair is like spun sunlight, his large eyes a tawny gold.The white wings folded close to his back are edged in black, and a deep, ageless sorrow can be seen in his eyes.

The Black stranger has changed perhaps the least, his Tattoo's flare and flame, and crawl across his skin like living things, his clothes have taken the appearance of Satin and Silk, the Black so deep it is like a scar on reality, his wings are Black, with new white growth coming through, like a fledgling Swan. His eyes are china blue, and look out at the world with a childlike intensity, as if seeing it for the first time, or in a completely different way. There is however an inestimable rage behind those eyes. a fury unmatched in any other bieng any of the others have ever seen. the combination is, needless to say, terrifying.

Both Mikael and Kreoss disappear (they teleported, not very far as there is a blanket of divine magic on this place restricting their movement). As they leave Severius sends Rave a message: It's best for us to leave as we can't help and all this will lead to is us getting killed. Again Mikael adds.
Underneath that however is a more "secure" thought, one that the other angels hopefully will not be able to sense or at least understand: I'll keep watching for when I'm needed, right now there's not much we can do. Call if you need us

The White stanger takes the abrupt dissapearance in his stride and smiles amenably:

"Do all youre freinds do that when the going gets tough?"

He then smiles in an "of course they do" fashion, and stops about four meters roughly from the pair in the doorway.

The Dark Stranger smiles in a predatory way, and speaks, his voice like velvet on steel: "Your ignorance is no excuse for your rudeness sister. We all here are a little... Tense." He seems to savour the word, rolling it around like fine wine. light dances in his eyes, and the tattoos on his face writhe and bunch, like coiling serpents.

the Watcher continues, apparently still oblivious, or unconcerned. He raises Aziraphales Sword high, held with the grip reversed. He moves with the slow grace that one can only accomplish over eons, his movements a reflection of the inevitability of death. Compared to him, all others are pale imitation.

Aziraphale relaxes, his eyes shut. his stance is wide, his arms out. welcoming.

OOC: my Population is capped at 46 for a very good reason, my people are very hard indeed. i hate to say this but please bear this in mind when posting your replies, as Rave, you particularly tend to make a lot of assumptions about people you fight. Just an observation, no insult intended. i just wish to point out that i have made a lot of sacrifices in order to make my people as hard as they are. It is difficult to RP an angelic nation while still remaining balanced, and i try very hard.

my race is extremely powerful (for each Angel, i sacrificed 5500000 pop at present count), and fundamentally different to your representation of Azrael, where mine are completely alien, and yours is basically a super-uber human vampire priest with wings (mass trivialisation i know, sorry). if you do go through with your big spell, please use sufficient detail that i can assess for myself the damage caused, and dont simply assume i shrivel up and die (like you did with Baal and the holy sword).

Kain, i love your RP style, and the depth and believability of your character. no gripes there!

Also, i have no problem with you legitimately killing/crippling my people, and i will tally it down as permanent, so long as you do to.

ooc: I really don't...ten against one isn't a good shot. However, Rave is arrogant, and therefore I play her to be arrogant. :lol:

IC:

Azrael looked at them, and saw the look in their eyes. She wasn't worried for herself, but for Kain. Ten of them...one of her...though she was of a higher rank, there was more of them.
Kain... she said after minutes of silence. I beleive we are in for a fight...two against ten sound good to you? She tried to laugh, but nothing came out and the laughter was stuck in her throat. 1:5 ratio...not in her favor. She drew her sword, and her eyes flicked slightly. She was ready. "Give the angel to me," she said firmly. A hint of fear was within her heart, but it was hidden to the ones that looked upon her.

I do not know the immense angelic politics here, but I am with you Rave, whatever happens. Till the end. Kain said as he went near here, his Brightblade drawn. He meant every word.

What in the name of the dark powers are you doing Kain? You will die here! You cannot possibly win! They are too strong, run now so you can save Velmora and Daniella!
The fight may seem an impossible one to win...better make sure I do not die eh demon?
Why did the higher powers give me to someone who seeks his own death at every turn? And for what, loyality for someone you betrayed by sireing the girl Daniella? She will not forgive you, flee now and save what you can! You have made a bargin with me Kain! THe demon pleaded to Kain, if Kain died, the demon would be trapped almost certainly for eternity within the sword.
SILENCE! How could you comprehend what I feel for her? How much Rave has done for me? And now, when my own debt to her comes for me I should run away like a coward to allow the single most powerful and wonderous being in this world to die? Frell you demon, you best make sure I live for your own sakes! I may have betrayed her family name but I will not fail her again! Kain roared silently back in the conversation to the demon. The demon said no more words to him, the demon knew when to shut up. The demon had to protect Kain...to protect his own freedom.

Kain looked hard faced. He was not ready to die, he still ahd much to do in this world. And all he had was the word of Rave that this fight was one they should fight these angels, however holy they might appear. But it was enough for Kain. It was enough. Kain trusted Rave beyond anything, his loyality was stronger than everbeofre after he appreciated what she did for him.

He stood, gritting his teeth, ready to fight these brilliant beings. A question crept in for a breif second and dissipated just as quickly. Who where those two men? He would have asked but a soon to be combat would never grant him the chance he thought.

She looked toward all of them, her sword ready. Her hand gripped the silver hilt. Her cold hand sent a chill through the sword as it coverd in ice...then flared a deep red. She was ready to fight, but were they? Her black raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her red eyes met theirs.

As the eight armed Nephilim closed, their humanity seeped from them.

Their beauty and grance was unfathomable, they advanced in perfect harmony, the ultimate unit. their eyes swirled, faceted and multicoloured, they reflected a deep sorrow, and a burning anger. their inhumanly beautiful faces, like carved marble, remained impassive and emotionless.

They do not speak further.

However, as they draw near, a cacophany of voices descends upon the two, voices that whisper in their ears all of their failings, and all of their secrets. the betrayals, the weakness. All of their worst deeds came back to haunt them, in full technicolour. images flashing in their heads, searing paths across their brains.

The White stranger chuckles quietly.

Azrael remembers this.
This is Sheol, The well of souls has been opened, just for them. All those whose blood had covered her hands now came back to say their piece.
And to Rave, the noise was deafening.
The screams of mothers, the wails of children doomed to die.
The cries of the firstborn.
Bloated, broken bodies hanging from waterlogged trees.
The forlorn wails of a city consigned to rains of burning sulphur.
In an instant, all the suffering she had caused crashed down on her. as she shakes it off, the lingering dying shriek of a small child echoes through the corridors of her mind.

Kain looked unto these bings, and stood behind Rave his sword ready to fight, his grip strong.He was readying himself for the combat...

OOC: I wanna RP but i don't want to read all ten pages, hmm. Desicions decisions.

(Rave did not kill anyone such as mothers nor children...i wish that you would let me write my own reaction to the noises. You can preempt it, but don't tell me what I feel. That brings down the rp, and gives complete control to one person...and it's a multi rp. thank you.)

Rave looked at them. She had faced this before. She had faced this on trial, but more severe in bringing her almost to her death. She had faced this in Whispering Voices...and in Leelo...and in Orphen...all had used her past against her.

"You may forget one thing," she said, struggling to shatter the hold on her. "We live in the present," her eyes flickered red, "Not the past!"
With that her wings spread out in a luminous glory. Her eyes looked as though small orbs of the sun, and her sword was held tightly in her right hand. "Thou are the first knave to ere madst a duke" she said strongly. "And if you think that the people I've killed outweighs the number of people I've saved, you are much decieved, and darkened in your malice!"

OOC: I have based my post on Azrael, Angel of Death, who slew the firstborn of egypt, and brought the indiscriminate wroth of God on Sodom and Gommoragh, and also flooded the world to erase the taint of the nephilim. you have said your character is Azrael, therefore you HAVE killed women, and children. and rather a lot of both. i am sorry but i never told you how you felt about it. but i did base it on your present apparent personality, ie you seem to be basically benevolent. also, the angels themselves said nothing. their presence can facilitate the communication of the souls of the dead in Sheol, the well of souls, also known to christianity as Purgatory. i am sorry if that wasn't clear.

IC: The Eight Angels converge, swords held ready, wings held up and out of the way, used to help balance and maximise momentum as they pace forward.
They stop exactly equidistant from one another. just far enough away, that they do not enter each others circle. they stand, poised. Waiting.

In the background, the Watcher seems about to finish the ritual, and deliver the punishment. Aziraphale stands low. knees bent, wings hard against his body. poised as if to take flight. his chains slack, and gripped loosely in his hands.

The Voices continue to mutter and shriek, groan and wail.

OOC: The Flood is, btw, the reason they all seem not to like you very much.

Also, is anyone on the surface still around, cos that side has gone a little bit quiet. anyone who wishes to get involved should do so in that fight.

also, a little hint, remember that book that the priest was reading from before he turned all big, red and evil? try finding it, it may help.

hello? (bump)
PS: i am sorry if i come across as sarcastic or arrogant, i have to write these posts quickly and so sometimes they can be... ill considered. the last posts are patronising , and i apologise. everyone who has taken part has been great, especially Rave and Kain, and Menoth. your characters and roleplay are exceptional, and i am honored.

PS: i am sorry if i come across as sarcastic or arrogant, i have to write these posts quickly and so sometimes they can be... ill considered. the last posts are patronising , and i apologise. everyone who has taken part has been great, especially Rave and Kain, and Menoth. your characters and roleplay are exceptional, and i am honored.

OCC: It's no problem and thanks for the compliment. I'm not sure what happened to the others.

It's alright. Thank you for saying that. I'm not sure what's really going on, and am very much confused. And there is a knife sticking through my hand right now...or it was...and i just got stitches...don't ask. :P

Kain waited posed in all of this chaos of planar politics. His mind was drunk with the magnitude of which this was occouring, God's own servants where going against them? Perhaps Rave had gone too far...? Or was it that God was not whom he thought he was? Confusion and doubt filled his mind, but he had one beacon. Rave.

Kain trusted her with all the fabric of his being and soul. And that was enough. He readied the demonic blade within his cloven hands, the skull hand flaring up against the opposite to which they faced.

He felt the true presance of the demon within the sword, awakened truely at the presnace of such beings. Kain had noticed how it always tingled when rave was near, but this was simply a feeling which horrifyed Kain. The Brightblade's long-dormant spirit was now fully aroused. Kain watched, mesmerized, as the demon-spirit uncoiled itself, and snaked down the length of the physical blade...

And for the first time, Kain felt the true presence of this other entity - willful, ravenous, and deranged from thousands of years of imprisonment...

Kain became flooded with visions of war...an unholy war between demon and angel...Waves of combat…unholy hatred, the sight of the hordes of Evil against the hordes of Good…it seemed so crystal clear who was enemy. But where was Kain in all of this, Kain questioned? Whose side?

Kain saw the demon to which inhabited the blade, huge and domineering over it’s lesser brethren, its mighty thunderous roar made Kain wish that he was deaf. He understood the raw hatred of the demons…he felt it…why the demon hated the angels with all of their being….he did not know. Kain drowned in the sheer emotions…and became lost within them. All the hatred….all the pain the suffering…all the frustration of the demon filled Kain….

Then the Brightblade was now in command - and Kain, now merely it's helpless host who was the tool of the Demon's vengeance launched himself, his eyes blood red, completely lost within hatred’s passionate embrace, the demonic blade ignited with unholy flame which was the opposite of these holy creatures. Kain was not in control….the demons embrace of hatred consumed him as he launched his attack against them.

His unholy blade moved with the skill of the great demon, the sword darting parrying…. he constantly was casting spells of the darkest litany, the unholy chorus of his voice was music to Kain. Great swathes of necromancy broke unto their ranks….

Battle had commenced, and Kain was simply a being caught in the center between demon and angel.

OOC: oops, my last post seems to have been lost! i posted it in a hurry, and it seemed to go through... doh! It was meant to wind the tension down a notch and provide an opening for explanation and negotiation. since this is now impossible, i will do my best to explain the storyline. Rave might incorporate this knowledge as background knowledge, and i will IC a revelation for kain.

Basically, this is all about Angelic politics and justice.

Aziraphale was the Angel honored with the duty of protecting Humanity in Eden until the world was prepared for them. However, for the purpose of this story, Aziraphale grew jealous of Man. he felt that they were weak, and unworthy.

So he cut a deal with Lucifer, he lets in the Serpent, and God gets Wrathful and destroys humanity.

It didn't work. he was found out, and was cast in chains till the end of time. kept in a separate Prison Plane. the room in which you are standing.

and now he is trying to escape. by bringing the prison plane and earth closer together, he has become able to influence people into serving him in return for extended life and power. Now, he has finally pulled his prison wholly into the Earth Plane, and he has done so by releasing Baal. the rift created by his entry has broken the last walls between his plane and this plane, and now he is breaking free.

The Watcher is here to stop him.

OOC: for the purpose of forwarding the plot, i will control the deamon in the sword, and the damage he does. if there are any objections, please voice them, and i will discard this post. This post has been edited once for greater clarity.

IC: The Deamon flexes its aquired body. laughing, he releases his power indiscriminately forward on the assembled Angels, blasting them with Black energy. Rave and The Eight are blown backwards, the extremeties of The Eight's forms tattering noticably under the onslaught. The Watcher and Aziraphale, however, seem unharmed, The Watcher's cloak merely buffeted by the crackling attack.

The Two in the center seem, however, completely intent on their own unseen contest, and make no move either to protect themselves or aid their allies.

He cackles horribly, doing a little jig as he pins the Angels to the floor with Thorns of Black flame.

He begins to rant.

He laughs at the Angels for their stupidity, chides them for not expecting the unexpected, his voice like nails dragged down a board, like screams torn from a dying victim. his face pushes grotesquely through Kains now-ravaged features.
His voice takes on a sing-song note. now he will free The Chained, and escape to wreak havoc on the world of man!
And as he speaks, a shadow creeps, silent as night behind him.

A hand slides out of darkness and clamps down on his shoulder, a voice like velvet on steel, as chains of blue runes wrap and bind the possessed vampire to the floor.

"Why do we talk so much? Ridiculous habit. No wonder we lost The War."

The Black Stranger takes form out of the shadow, blade drawn, waiting to see if his bonds hold.

as the others release themselves, something reeaches a climax in the center of the room.

The watchers stance changes infinitesimally, and Aziraphale suddenly roars, launhing himself forward with tremendous force.

Time stands still for those in the room.
Everyone bursts into action at once.

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OOC: I can tell interest in this thread is failing :/ so i will bring it to an end. if you could all just post your responses to this final bit, it will be over and we can all move on. also, if you could rate, and maybe comment on the thread then that would be great. i will also modify the previous post, as i realise it was a GodMod of vast proportions.