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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 10, 2006 15:47:45 GMT -5
Countless men, women, and children trudged through the ruins of New York. As they made their way past black and red cloaked corpses of demons the children hid their faces, the women cried, and the men gaped. Literally millions of people rushed through the city to make it to the huge tower at teh center of the city. Many had heard of the eight winged diety who had cleansed the city and declared sanctuary to any who came. And so they came, from every race and religion to seek out the 'Holy Ground' in New York, the place that was now known to many as 'The Santuary of Ishmael.' The towers many floors where covered with lights and weaponry. Guns, rockets, the disected turrets of tanks, et cetera et cetera... all manned by militia. The tower was nowhere near full, being many miles in spanning to the sky. But still people came.
Ishmael himself stood atop the circular seal at the top of the tower, with Savior's 12 foot bladed length plunging into the sacred stones. Why he had done what he had done, why he would do what he was going to do, why he was doing what he had just began... All of it was a mystery to the Seraph.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 10, 2006 18:22:29 GMT -5
Ryan of course had also made his way into the 'Sanctuary of Ishmael' after several run ins with the new evil that had condemned Earth. Covered in blood the blue-haired devil rode his motorcycle up the tower to speak with the previouse 'Grand Seraph' against Lilith's constant plee for him to get medical attention. "I dont need human bullshit! Ill be fine..." Gritting his teeth, blood seeped from several wounds as the bike landed atop the tower. It took a moment before Ryan could stand however, turning off the engine he faced D with one eye closed and covered in blood, the other silver eye almost wincing in pain.
"Good to see ya do something good for these people, but first i gotta ask something." Ryan said, standing upright as Lilith looked at her friend with concern. "What the fuck is going on?" The wind at started to pick up, ruffling the devil's hair and torn clothes as he asked for an explanation for the sudden arrival of what seemed to be the most powerful demons he had ever faced.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 10, 2006 19:34:25 GMT -5
"There are forces at work that rival the combined might of both I and Sparda..." Ishmael said with eyes closed. "Someone has united hell... and somone has shattered heaven..." His eyes opened and he turned. "The seal beneath 'this' building will hold for eternity, but there are other places with seals that have been around almost as long as I, that have become tattered and weak over the millenia. Demons and... Devils... are beggining to slink through the cracks." Ishmaels finished as two coated figures emerged from behind two of the statues. "Ryan... I'd like to introduce you to the sons of Sparda... Dante and Vergil." One man in a red and black hyper synth-weave coat nodded at the name 'Dante' and another with pale parchment like skin, white hair, red eyes, and a burgandy and gold covered coat nodded at 'Vergil.'
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 10, 2006 21:36:00 GMT -5
Ryan nodded to both legendary sons, finding their true existence exciting. "Nice threads..." He said aloud, throwing down his torn shirt to the ground as he wounds quickly repaired themselves. Lilith made a comment about his physique to herself, before Ryan replied to what D had said. "Well now that we have the combined might of both the old and new, I'd say we need to break Hell...and well...as much as i hate to say it...unite heaven." Knowing his father and D rebelled against Heaven and Hell, Ryan truly had no place to belong, and with that thought slammed Advent into the ground.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 10, 2006 22:02:48 GMT -5
"Indeed..." Vergil replied in a harsh metallic echoing voice. Ishmael shifted uncomfortably as he looked back out to the vast lines of refugee's flocking twords the huge tower. "I agree, but these people have need of us right now, the other tasks will accomplish themselves in due time with proper effort. But we need to finish the task at hand before we move on..." The seraph raised a hand to cover his face and rub his temples. "Though to tell you the truth... I really don't know why I'm doing this."
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 10, 2006 22:10:54 GMT -5
Ryan smirked before addressing D's question, "You are the former Grand Seraph, though it kinda surprised me as well." Pacing about with Lilith fluttering. inspecting his remaing wounds he thought over what to do. "Okay, we will aid the humans first..." He sighed before looking over to Lilith. "I said i was fine didnt i?"
Dante looked at Ishmael, to his brother and finally Ryan before leaving. "Thats how Father would want it." He said, calmly before heading downwards to help the scared human population who awaited guidance from what appeared to be true damnation.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 11, 2006 17:41:26 GMT -5
OOC: I... Guess.... lol
"This place is clean... I consecrated the whole of the tower myself." Ishmael saids before letting his eight pure white wings emerge from underneath his cloak. The things had been gray last time Ishmael had seen them, and he was surprised at their majestic beauty. "What....?" he heard from Vergil before Ishmael felt something inside of him snap. His legs suddenly couldn't support his weight, and he fell to his knees as every muscle in his body strained and tightened. "This is..." The seraphs head hit the floor and a flurry of feathers of the purest white fell to the ground around him.
In his mind a paternal voice boomed. "Daedelus... Ishmael... My Seraph..."
Ishmaels voice usually steady and strong faltered before answering.... he hadn't heard that voice since the fall. "Yes... My Lord...?"
"Ishmael, Heaven has need of a Savior once more. Your sins never tainted your wings black. Your appearance never tarnished. Your strength never slackened. Above all other... You kept my gift to you. A Soul. I still seek to forgive you Ishmael..." The words became muddled speach as Ishmaels tensed muscles slackened suddenly, feeling a relaxation that he had never felt before. It dulled his pain, befuddled his mind, and diluted his perceptions. He bathed in the presence of the Creator.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 11, 2006 17:49:34 GMT -5
Even though Ryan couldnt hear or completly understand what had befallen D, a presence so familiar yet so odd could be felt throughout the entire city. A pure presence had desceanded from Heaven and was apparently communicating with D by the looks of things, and even though Ryan wasnt exactly an angel, it was a presence that almost soothed the raging blood within his veins. Lilith had flown away in fear of it as Ryan fell to his knees, his wings shooting outwards against his own command. They were still dark wings, but more of a shade of grey rather then solid black. The half-devil couldnt exactly explain what he felt, and Advent's angelic script began to glow a holy light as well. "What the..." He questioned, both hands on the ground as he felt....whole.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 11, 2006 17:59:58 GMT -5
Light began to shoot from the seraphs wings in a golden vibrance that sent a column of holy energy piericing the clouds and interrupting the night with its brightness.
"Allow me to be forgiven..." The words came out of his mouth as the light abruptly collected into a huge crack in reality a few hundred feet above the top of the tower. Through the portal a cathedral like ceiling worked with elaborate stained glass, white steel, and pure white stone stood as a testament to Angelic grace and beauty.
Ishmael's feet touched the ground as his wings spread to display their magnificent brilliance. "Ryan..." he said as a sudden smile spread across his face. "How would you like to meet The Creator?" Vergil had long since dispatched in a blast of purple energy at the needless fear of being cut down by the deity's presence.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 11, 2006 18:15:52 GMT -5
Ryan could only shake his head, raising from his crouched position, his mind's track of thought was scattered and without direction. "The...Creator..."It was almost as if D were asking him to meet his true father, yet he wasnt sure how he would be looked upon. "Yes...I do..." He managed to say, his lips not cooperating as he felt somewhat weak with the presence of the portal.
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