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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 11, 2006 23:41:50 GMT -5
Ishmaels eight pure white wings burst from his back and began to glow brightly as he began to rise slowly. "Good... he wanted to meet you after I mentioned your name..." His form was suddenly surrounded with a cleansing light and he shot up through the portal with incredible speed. "Follow me!" Ishmaels voice said quietly to ryans ears.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 12, 2006 17:16:14 GMT -5
"Meet me?" Ryan said with sudden interest, however D had already entered the portal and the blue-haired devil followed quickly behind with decent haste. "As always." He said with a grin before entereing the portal, light nullifing his every perception.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 13, 2006 23:28:24 GMT -5
( youtube.com/watch?v=Dic1mA0gTUo - plays from nowhere and everywhere.) Ishmael walked forwards with a slow measured step, stepping in time to the over powering music emenating from every bar, every window of stained glass, every arch in the ceiling. His tattered gray robes where replaced with gold and white steel armor and a sape of the most resplendant white cloth hung from his shoulders. His eight pure white wings were out and seeable through slots in the cape that ran down to his ankles. He was standing at the alter of some grand, no, Monolithic Cathedral. Words ran across the white stone walls to compliment the immpossibly huge stained glass pictures on the walls, depicting scenes from the bible and some other seedier source. Around the alter was a huge line of individual stain glass angels in a giant circle that ran the length of the small circular room, many of the windows where shattered, one in particular stood out though. The one Ishmael's eyes kept flickering too. On the alter was a simple white linen cloth and a golden chalice. "They come... Be prepared Ryan... I am the one who committed the crime here not you, don't let them convince you your to blame for your fathers actions..."
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 14, 2006 16:44:07 GMT -5
"What about my Father?!" Ryan yelled out, attempting to drown out the noise with his own voice. "And who were they?" So many questions, no understanding, and yet the young half-devil couldnt help but shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen...Was it because of his blood? Perhaps, however there was something that felt so familiar here, as if this had been a place he had gone to long ago. Or maybe it was just another memory passed on from Samael to his son. Regardless Ryan felt lost, the massive Cathedral almost numbing every sense and feeling Ryan possesed. It couldnt be explained, flashes of Samael entered Ryan's vision...he could see him within this very place. Why? The blue-haired devil had assumed his Father died long ago...so...why did it feel like the Dark Angel that was his father was watching him here...."WHY?!" Ryan shouted out, a mindgrain setting in as questions about his past repeated over and over. Scenes of a battlefield slowly emerged, an Angel with 15 foot long black wings slaughtering both armys as they charged, a black...ADVENT! It was Samael! Ryan suddenly dropped to his knees, grabbing a hold of his head as both the music and pain intensified. "WHY FATHER?!"
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 17, 2006 18:20:14 GMT -5
The doors at the back of the huge cathedral slammed open as rank after rank of white winged angel entered wearing their finest arms and armor. Ishmael turned to face the approaching angels and the ranks reached for their weapons before taking notice of his pure white wings. Murmur arose of "redemption?" and "Consescration of Hope." before the angels reluctantly put their weapons away, albeit still keeping their hands on their hilts. But everyone became silent as a single being entered the room. His white hair bore gold ornaments and his white steel armor resembled Ishmaels in its gaudyness. The man entering obviously had had his armor made in the likeness of Ishmaels. "Ryan..." Ishmael said as he bent over to help ryan up. "This is your brother... His name... Is Micael. Like me he is known by other names, many know his as Michael the Arch Angel." Ishmael was not sure if Ryan heard him but he felt the boys anguish grow even deeper.
"I suppose you've come to try and reclaim your position..." Micael said ignoring ryan as much as he did everyone else in the room. "I will not allow it unless..." Every angels head in the room swung to the doors as somwhere in heaven a seal was breached.
Ishmael hauled ryan to his feet yelling. "GET READY DAMMIT!!!" Savior materialized in his hands moments before portals of black glass shattered around the entire room, admitting demons of every size and shape. One moment Ishmael has ryan by the coat the next he and Micael where appearing and dissapearing around the room in white flashes as the angels tore their blades from their scabbards or readied their bows or spears or axes or maces or any number of weapons. The melee was joined in seconds as devils also entered through the portals.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 26, 2006 12:21:33 GMT -5
Finally getting his shit together the blue-haired devil equipped Advent into hand,"BATTLE ROYAL!!!" He laughed, sharp canines now visible from his mouth before jumping to the fray.
In complete chaos Ryan swung his weapons, impaling devils with ease while letting out an array of shotgun shells towards their angelic counterparts. "Taste my blade! hahahahaha" Apparently in a fury of sorts Ryan's eyes changed from a astonishing silver to a dim scarlet red, the location of the battlefield fuiling the dormant energys that resided in the man.
From above Ryan caught glimpses of D's battle with what appeared to be an old rival of sorts, and while deciding not to jump in and help instead let his now grey bird-like wings take the half devil into the air for a full view within the massive cathedrial.
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Post by Ishmael Kingsglory on Dec 27, 2006 0:19:22 GMT -5
The white shapes erupted around the room and gold edged weapons clashed with ashen steel and dark metal. Within seconds however the tide of the battle had been decided as the defenders crushed the advanced force with ease due to the efforts of three figures Ryan, Ishmael, and Micael. As the last devil's skull was crushed beneath Ishmaels guantlet-esque metal shod boot righteous fire burned from his eyes. "We must reach The Creator. Take us to Him NOW!!!" his voice demanded utter and total unthinking obediance, and the lesser angels responded quickly, forming into a column of deadly sharp heavenly steel leading for the doors of the cathedral.
Ishmael stopped by ryan as he slashed gleefully through another group of unfortunante devils who chose the wrong place to materialize. "Thus begins the Siege of Heaven... Aren't you Exited!" The enthusiasum in Ishmaels voice was unchracteristic in the extreme, but even more so was the inspired fire glowing in his eyes.
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Post by Ryan Saint on Dec 27, 2006 15:47:02 GMT -5
"Maybe if i knew what the hell that means." Ryan mouthed off, again his attitude as shitty as ever before following behind Daedelus, finding the guy's new found enthusastic attitude to be strange if not creepy. Hell, he could really use Lilith's company right about now....
Covered in devil dust and the divine blood of angels Ryan trudged along quitely for once, just completly caught in awe of the magnifcient place he stood within. "The creator huh? Well this is going to be interesting."
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