the apocalypse : Tara the city of Demons
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				Title: <strong>the apocalypse : Tara the city of Demons </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:25:38</strong>
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				Large stone structure rise from the ground creating magnificent architecture&nbsp; that could never be created by mortals. The land is split between lush fertile land where plants grow wild like a forest and cracked soil with veins of lava that provide power to the city.&nbsp; Any sinfull pleasure you could want can find here.The city unlike Eden is not walled, but only the crazy would come here willingly unless you are demon, or an unfortunate slave to one. Even with its lack of outer protection the demons guard their city well and any one trying to get in that was not invited would be dead before they ever set a foot on their soil.&nbsp; This is the place where the demons rest, relax and revel in their victory. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 09:35:14</strong>
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				Azazel stalked the path through the town. The red veins of lava&nbsp; laid at his feet and the burnt ground crunched under his black boots. The town was busy as always&nbsp; demons going about whatever business they needed to go to.The air was very hot&nbsp; and there were the sounds of screams echoing through the it.&nbsp; Things have settled down since the angels had been cast out. The angels were said to lose a lot&nbsp; of their fight. The pure had grown tainted. The taint spread to cover the earth and all was very well in his piece of hell. <br><br>He had been responsible for such taint before the war, having caused several angels to fall, and giving humans information that turned them to sin. He had formed the group the watchers, to give humans whom the group deemed worthy such Divine information. The information spread chaos, wars where fought, jealousy. lust, such delicious chaos. More was always ready to be spread. What if , for instance a human found the weak spot in the cities defense that would sure to liven the place up around here. He chuckled at the thought of it. <br><br>He walked through the lush vegetation the thorns scratching at his armor as he pulled through it. his house was just on the other side. A dark&nbsp; building made out of blackend stone. It was not as big or elaborate as some of the other demons homes. He walked in through the door that gaped like a tigers mouth ready to descend on its prey. Inside he went to a large chair in front. There were other chairs scattered around it to make a circle. he was having a meeting later with some demonsabout security, of course he had ulterior motives in mind.<br><br>Teetered to the chair beside him was a human girl. Her blue green eyes looked at him frighteningly. He moved a hand over to her and stroked her dark blond hair as his other hand removed the belt f rom his armor opening up hispants. The girl knew what to do and quickly moved to his lap, pulling out h is hard cock an d seathing it in her lips. Azazel stroked her hair as she went to work on him. humans were such beautiful creatures, they needed another chance. 
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				Post by: <strong>MajorTeroh</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:25:20</strong>
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				Camael enters the demon city of Tara, her normal clothing and armor replaced by the relatively poor quality uniform of a certain gang of traitorous angels. She was sent here by her superiors on the remainder of the war council that tried to hold together the few remaining groups of angels that held to the idea of the Lord's holy war. They had sent her here to find an angel that had been causing a lot of trouble recently. This angel had not only once been a promising officer in the Holy Army and had defected after losing faith and being tainted by the demons of this world, but was not working as an assassin against her former comrades. These decisions just made no sense to Camael, of course she was confused by the seeming disappearance of their Lord, but she couldn't fathom the idea of abandoning the cause and then even joining the enemy. The army generally respected the choices of those who left the army, but when they actively fought against the army, this couldn't go unpunished. This however didn't warrant her being sent on its own, she was only sent as several other soldiers had failed to stop this traitor's blasphemies. <br><br>So she had to suffer through coming to this place again, the horrible stench of sin and suffering mixed with the decay of the world. She crinkled her nose as she passed a sulfur pit with a pair of imps playing in it. With her current outfit, as long as she didn't draw the attention of any especially observant demons, she would remain relatively inconspicuous. Despite her discomfort at being in the middle of the lion's den, she had to keep her hands from her weapons as this would be too much of a warning. The angel sighs as she smells the market area before she sees it, the stench of the demon's food let alone the demons themselves was enough to make her flesh crawl. Pushing gently through the crowds and trying not to shove anyone too hard, Camael moves past the hideous monsters of the underworld, large ones resembling ogres, and smaller ones with slender bodies covered in scales and horns. She growls as a particularly aggressive demon tries to make a pass at her rear end. Taking hold of the demon's wrist, she twists it ferociously and with an audible snap she cracks the bones and shoves the demon away, moving away quickly before he has the chance to draw too much attention with his howling. <br><br>Finding her way out of the large crowds in the central market, Camael finally finds the building she is looking for. It is a large tavern where she is supposed to meet a human that could tell her about the location of her target. She was far from an assassin herself, and was a little surprised that the army had taken to using informants and assassination tactics, but times had changed, their numbers were too few and their enemy's far too great. Entering the tavern, her nostrils are once again assaulted by foul odors, though these are the much more bitter scents of alcohol and sex. Finding a table that was relatively clear and far enough away from the foulest smelling of the monsters that inhabit the bar, she settles into it and orders a drink that she forces herself to stomach in the name of blending in to wait for her contact. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheScarletBlade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 08:56:57</strong>
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				(Not one of my best pieces of work but its late and it was kind rushed....)<br><br>“Sancte Michael Archangele,defende nos in proelio;contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur:tuque, Princeps militiae Caelestis,satanam aliosque spiritus malignos,qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,divina virtute in infernum detrude. <br><br>Saint Michael the Archangel,defend us in battle;be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray: and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits,who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. “&nbsp; -The Prayer of Saint Michael the Arch Angel<br><br>As anyone who had ever been to a bar before knew how dirty and sweaty a place like that could get, they could fathom how just grimy and disgusting a bar in Tara was, with the 120 degree air that made the city like a Sana and the unlimited amount of debaucheries that took place in the city,you could just smell and taste the sin in the air all around the demonic stronghold of Tara, times that by how dirty a bar should be and you have what some people would consider to be a bio hazard on your hands. Yet Fallen Angels, Demons and tainted humans loved it, they reveled in their filth and decadence, embraced their uncleanliness. The certain bar being described was a pretty popular one, full of life that this time of the night and jam packed with filthy, sweaty bodies enjoying their sin together. Two figures&nbsp; didn't stand out in anyway yet they both seemed to project a hidden aura of uncomfortableness and even a little discontent of the whole thing but the way to intoxicated and uncaring filth in the bar didn't pick up on anything but had they known that the two figures were really Angels who had infiltrated the city, they definitely would have paid attention.<br><br>Sitting in the corner off from the door in a somewhat shadowy corner of the room, a figure sat unmoving and quietly though his eyes were all over the place. Noticing Camael enter the bar and how she moved almost into the same somewhat distant corner, separating herself from all the sin, the figure remained unmoving and masked by the shadow. Darkness and shadows, they were in an abundance in Tara for they were the trade marks of the minions of hell. Completely unremarkable, the figure in the back of the room was garbed in the full body robes of the darkest black, the robes covered in demonic symbols of the order of the nine hells, once just considered a minor cult on earth that very quickly became the main religion of all tainted humans and a very predominant force in demonic earth. Hood drawn up over the figures head, the shadows completely masking the face and giving the ominous Anonymity that was tradition with higher ranking priests of the demented cult, no one questioned the man and many people just ignored or stayed out of the figures way because if you were a demon the figure was just a insignificant ass kiss and if you a human than they were your elite bosses and not someone you got in the way of. <br><br>An not drinken from goblet, an all black obsidian goblet with demonic faces etched into it, full of some sort of red liquid rested on the all blood red table,made of god knows what, was sitting in front of the figure as the robed figured remained watching the crowd until finally standing, his movements smooth and causing his long black robes to ripple and sway slightly as the he rose. The figure was tall, taller than the average human but not so tall that it caused anyone to ask any sort of questions as the robed figure walked smoothly past a waitress and then past where the disguised Camael was sitting, two finger slipping out of the long billowing sleeves of the robe to press softly against the disguised Angel's hand, his touch warm and almost exerting a sort comfort to it as it pressed against her scarred yet still perfectly soft skin. The contact lasted only a split second as the robed figure walked on past the disguised Camael but a split second was all that was needed to send a silent and personal telepathic right into Camael's head “subsisto tutus sanctimonialis quod teneo deus servo “&nbsp; &nbsp;the words echoed through her mind for a fleeting second and just as quick as the message had faded, the hooded figure in the dark black robes was gone from the bar and blended in with the massive throng of pedestrian traffic walking down the haunted and twisting roads of the Demonic City of Tara.<br><br>In one of the many sectors of the massive city of demons,there was a massive execution and torture area. It was a place always full of screams, gore and suffering, it was the one of the main sources of entertainment for the demons, sort of what the gladiatorial arena was to the Romans. All sorts of unholy things happened in the pit but it was roughly sectioned off into two different sections: an area for executions and a place for torture. The side for torture was full of every device for torture you could imagine and sadly almost every one of them being used on some poor human or some masochistic demon. The other side of the Pit was a place for executions, a wide open almost stage that could be adapted for any sort of spectacle could take place right in front of the currently empty Royal section where only the most important demons watched and also in front of a massive area for people to gather and watch from the ground floor the executions. It was been wide spread that there was a special event today and already thousands of demons and tainted human's had gathered to watch, in one massive throng standing in front of the stage and looking up to watch and wait for all of the “good stuff”. The robed figure passed smoothly through the throng of people, pushing past most of them without a fuss as the figure moved closer and closer to the stage. Finally within 5 or 6 feet of the stage, the figure quickly looked over what was transpiring on the stage and just listened as the blood thirsty crowd seemed to all go silent when one important looking devil on the stage raised in clawed hand.<br><br>From the left side of the massive stage, in a massive flaming cage, two somewhat brutish looking demons opened the cage by throwing its massive flaming door out of the way and then with powerful hands,they grabbed a frightened human out of the cage and pulled him out onto the stage,the door to the cage slamming shut behind them. The human, a man of middle age, was covered in what would be considered tattered rags of earthen brown, he was skinny and looked pale, probably from Malnourishment and didn't try to fight the demons as they brought him to the center of the stage and held him there for everyone to see. The head demon, the sort of ringleader who had silenced the crowd walked over slowly and stepped right up in front of the man and looked him over with an intense look of contempt and then with a sweeping gesture of his arm, showed the man the crowd that responded with thunderous fanfare. Finally silencing the crowd, the ringleader looked at the man and in a very deep and gravelly voice, a very simple question “You sir are charged with being a Heretic and uncooperative with the members of the new religion, you are blinded and still believe in some false hope and a deceiver god.” The demon said matter of factly and after adding a dramatic pause, continued to the question “Since I am merciful, I offer you one last chance of redemption: denounce your god and savior, denounce your false messiah Jesus Christ and embrace the true power of Satan and you will live but refuse to do so and like your kind burned heretics who didn't believe, so to will you burn but it won't be quick, you will burn for hours until you are no more and when you finally die, you will not go to your heaven, you will be in the lake of fire below and then your real fun begins” The demon said with an slight laugh at his own words “ So, do you denounce your god?”<br><br>The man, held completely by the demon to each of his sides holding his arms,the man could barely stand on his own feet, his head down the entire time but when finally asked the question,the man lifted his head, his face was pale and his eyes were blood shot yet there was a look of almost defiance in the back of the man's hallow eyes as he looked to the demon in front of him. Sucking in a deep breath,the man looked at the massive throng of people at the edge of the stage and then back to the demon awaiting his answer and finally drew the courage to speak his words “I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken,Psalm 16:8”&nbsp; the man quoted the bible perfectly and in an unshaken manner, defiant and unafraid as the ringleader demon's ugly face contorted from an arrogant grin to a quick look of shock before a twisted face of rage. Shaking his head slowly, the demon waved with one his clawed covered hands towards the massive array of the stakes that were posted on the far side of the stage, practically a forest of wooden stakes, half of them occupied with bound humans and many more to fill.<br><br>&nbsp;The demons to either side of the human pulled him back and away, dragging him away from the center of the stage as the ringleader of the demons turned back out to the crowd. Facing the awaiting mob and with a theatrical flourish of his hand called out to them “ Another to burn at the stake!!” the words echoing amongst the throng for a second before being met with a massive amount of ecstatic shouts and fanfare,the tainted humans and demons of Tara wanted more and more to burn for their amusement, they wanted more blood and they were going to get it but not in the manner they had expected. <br><br>In the massive throng,there was only one person not clapping and calling out for more to burn,it was the hooded man in the dark black robes. The shouts of the crowd continued as the two brutish demons were starting to tie the man to the stake when suddenly a powerful voice called out above the entire noise of the thousand or more strong mob, it was a crystal clear and echoed across the entire pit “STOP!” one simple word, in a tone so commanding that the two demon's tying the man to the stake stopped moving and looked over at the ring leader, not to mention the entire crowd went quiet in almost a stunned awe that a voice could be so loud that it could drown out all of the noise: within a split second, something that had never happened before happened, the entire pit went dead silent. <br><br>The ringleader demon,standing in the complete silence almost stunned finally looked out into the crowd to try and determine where the voice came from. The entire mob doing the same thing and becoming somewhat shifty, the ring leader stepped over to the edge of the stage and looked out amongst the throng of people, calling out to them in a powerful sounding voice that shattered the silence “ Who dares command such a thing of an executioner blessed Lord Lucifer himself!” the ringer leader shouted out as he scanned the silent throng “Come forward and show yourself” the Ringleader commanded with a shout as he continued to scan the still and silent crowd, waiting for someone to step forward. <br><br>“I do” the strong voice that had silenced the entire crowd broke the silence. The voice had come from the hooded figure in the dark black robes and as soon as the figure had spoken, the people around him had began to move away from either fear of the powerful voice or what wrath the ringleader demon would rain down on the man who stepped forward. As a large space became clear around him, the hooded figure looked up at the Ringleader who's ugly was face was twisted in rage and his burning red eyes were beating down on the man who was wearing the black robes of a high priest.<br><br>“and just who the fuck are you?” The ringleader said as he looked down at the figure in the dark black robes of a high priest of the cult, the demon considered him insignificant and just another worthless human, the blinding rage of being insulted by such a lowly being becoming more and more evident on his features though the wise demon held his rage in check for a second to determine just who he was dealing with, for if some reason someone more powerful than he was playing a joke on him, he would hate to strike someone who could kill him and send him back to hell. <br><br>“Who am I?” the hooded figure said as he stood in the center of a throng of people, the eyes of almost the entire city looking at the man who stood in the black robes,within a split second suddenly the robes went flying backwards as they came off the man and with lightning fast speed,&nbsp; a pair of massive and majestic looking wings,the color of untouched snow, shot out of the man's back and spread completely up and out to intimidating wing span. As the collected mob got past their sort of the collective gasp, the man in the black robes was suddenly replaced with a visage they all knew of but many had never seen: a powerfully built and muscular man with perfect features, a classically handsome yet scarred face, fully adorned in golden battle armor.: a polished golden breast plate that was sculpted to the perfect definition of the angel's upper body from his defined chest to the solid abs, it was emblazoned with a crimson cross that ran down the center of the armor from the neck to the top of the abs.,Golden arm greeves covered his forearms and matched two golden shin greeves that covered from the bottom of the angel's knee cap to this top of his feet, the golden plate of the shin guards crafted to look like flames. Held aloft in his left hand high above his head for all to see was a large golden round shield much like a hoplite would be seen carrying, the shield was golden as well and bore the inscription "Quis ut Deus” in the center of it, the words illuminated with a holy white light the shone brightly for all to stare at in awe and was almost as bright as the light radiating from the angel's sword, the hilt of the weapon was crafted from the purest silver but not overly extravagant,the blade of the weapon surrounded by an inferno of bright white fire that burned stronger than any other flame around the entire demonic city.<br><br>“I am He Who Is Like God, The Commander of Heaven's Host, He Who Treads On Satan, The Angel of Death: I am Michael” The angel said in his crisp and powerful voice that carried over the entire pit&nbsp; as he remained completely still,surrounded by a stunned and somewhat horrified throng of demons, fallen angels and tainted human's, all of which knew exactly who he was and all never expected him to be there. Many children shuddering in fear, Michael being the boogeyman to many a young demon or tainted human child, the initial shock held many in place but the ring leader of the demons, when finally over his own awe looked around in somewhat of a panic and a little bit of doubt,hoping that maybe someone really was playing a joke on him but the Ringleader finally figured out it was not a joke as a massive amount of pain overwhelmed him, so strong he had never felt anything like it before as he was split in two pieces and consumed in a burst of holy white light, Micheal's flaming sword having cut cleaning through the demon's midsection as the Archangel flew past the man in almost a blur, Micheal's majestic wings having propelled him up in forward faster than the somewhat disoriented demon could even follow, the Archangel well across the stage as the demon evaporated, dead and back in hell where he belonged. <br><br>His powerful wings beating as Michael moved as almost a golden blur across the stage towards where the forest of wooden stakes were, Micheal's flaming sword was held aloft in front of him and lead the way as the Arch Angel descended on the other two Demon's who were just two awe struck by the whole thing to even move, Micheal's flaming blade striking with the speed of a coiled snake, in a massive flaming arc as the blade hit the first demon in the left shoulder, the flaming blade cleaving through the demon's flesh like a hot knife through butter, leaving a bright white trail where the blade cut through the man's entire torso and down to his right hip,the screaming demon suddenly consumed in bright white flames, its horrid screams filling the air as Michael smoothly reversed the flow of his blade, his movements fluid like a rivers as the blade shot up and cut cleaning cut the demon's partner right in half, the blade hitting one side and smoothly exited out the other as the two pieces of the demon came apart from each other and thumped down onto the stage. <br><br>As the screams from the other demon finally stopped,the flames having finally consumed the demon,Michael smoothly swung around to meet another demon that had jumped down to attack him, raising his large golden shield up to defend against the attack, the demon's powerful two handed blade crashed against the golden shield held by Michael. Meeting force on force, Michael smoothly pushed forward off the ground, leading the way with his large shield and pushed back against the demon's blade,pushing the heavy weapon back towards the demon and the shift of momentum causing the demon to go off balance as Michael wasted no time, his shield swinging aside as his flaming sword snapped out, the blades point leading the way as within a split second the flaming blade was hilt deep in the demon, about&nbsp; a foot of white hot flaming blade sticking out the demon's back as the blade ran completely through him,the demon shouted out in alarm as Michael just looked at him with a completely cold look in his razor sharp eyes, the demon suddenly combusting in bright white flames and becoming little more than ash that dispersed out onto the stage. Lowering his blade smoothly, the Archangel turned back towards the man on the stake and the other faithful that were bound to the massive and thick pieces of wood towards the end of the stage. There was suddenly mass panic and the mob was scattering every which way, the sight of so many demons killed so fast caused all the spineless to run in fear but despite his success so far, Michael knew he was run out of time because very very soon there would be hundreds if not thousand of actual warrior demons and maybe an arch demon or two, either way they would eventually overwhelm him. <br><br>As if almost on cue, a group of black armor clad demons came pushing through the scattering mob, trying to fight their way towards the stage where Michael stood. Looking from side to side quickly, Michael walked into the center of the rows of stakes, surrounded by all the bound faithful, Michael looked out at the demons as they clamored over each other to get on the stage first, brandishing whatever their weapon of choice was, Michael had a completely tranquil look on his handsome face as he suddenly began to glow bright with light. As the demons continued to charge forward to Michael, the Archangel was completely covered in light when suddenly there was a massive, blinding burst of pure white light that consumed the entire stage. The force of the explosion of light caused the earth beneath the stage to crack and split much like an earth quake , the stage to collapse in on itself, the white light burning out the retina of any tainted human who beheld its light and when the remains were finally examined,there was nothing left of any demon that was on the stage or any trace of Michael or any of the human faithful that had been on the stage before.
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				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 22:22:42</strong>
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				"Michael came here and did <em>what</em>?" Berith asked with an unnatural calm voice. Unnatural only to a demon who is used to get his orders shouted at. It made Sral, one of the minor demons in Berith's legion feel rather uneasy.<br><br>"K-killed e-everyone at the j-j-j-j-judgement place"<br><br>Berith stood up from his from his throne...well that is...he merely hovered as his feets were just shades in the light of the lava streams. Berith decided to let them flow trough his throne room, he thought it was nice and decorative. The eyes on his arms focused on Sral again, while the one in his head seemed without focus, glancing at somethimg far away. Berith thought...not about his next action, but about where to put all of his anger into. His eyes fixed on Sral the little demon.<br><br>"Don't fear...i won't kill you." Berith said breaking out in evil laughter. "But you will spend the next two hour picking flowers, cuddling bunnies and bathing...."<br><br>"Can i choose the killing thing instead?"<br><br>"Oh i will kill you...when you're of no use anymore...but now...activate every demon of my legions, search Tara for pure souls! I don't even want anyone that says bless you after sneezing alive!"<br><br>So he did it...Michael decleared war. but a pure soul could be senced. If he or whoever helped him getting here was still there he'd be crushed... Aside of this Tara needs a cleaning badly... Demons and Human grew weak. It was time for Berith to take actions he would again make cruel kings. Form armies of people murdering for gold, but most of it, he would show the angles their rightful place. Yet he needed help and there were few powerful enough to offer any to Berith.<br><br>On his way Berith sneezed.<br><br>"Bless you!"<br><br><em>Fwoosh</em> A burned corpse fell to the ground.<br><br>"Kill the pet, we have no time to fool around with the human. Michael has come here and he took our prey. We could already be infested with angles...and i want to spill there blood."<br><br>It were only eyes that appeared first. Eyes and darkness, Berith had no need for a solid form, it was easier and much more efficient to be without it. Sadly the one he went towas a soft demon. He actually seemed to care for human.&nbsp; Only the though of it made Berith want to puke. Still he was one of the most powerful demons, one of the three. Lucifer trusted him, and he had power, enough power to help wipe out the angles and thus grand him to go and hunt down those who hided in the wastelands.<br><br>Berith stepped out of the darkness soaking it inside his body, trying to ignore what Azazel did with that woman. "You with me, <em>Azazel</em>?"
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 00:44:57</strong>
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				Azazel laughed. Petting the girl who was currently sucking him offs hair. He already knew of Michales exploits news of the angel had spread like wild fire. Chaos hung in the air over the city, demons brandishing weapons, shouting through the streets, fear, anger, such delicious chaos. It was a pity that none of it was his doing. The thought of going to the angels to bring them in had occurred to him. Though he would doubt they would trust him after past events.&nbsp; He had never liked Michale much anyway with his unwavering loyalty to God and unending faith. Even when he had been an angel Michales actions made him sick. <br><br>Hearing a voice he turned his head to see who was in his house. With a sigh, he undid the leash that kept the girl at his throne.&nbsp; Caressing the girl on the check he brought her head up to meet his gaze strings of saliva running down her mouth to his cock. " why don't you go find something to eat ." He told her.<br><br>The girl did not have to be told twice and took off running back to the kitchens without a second glance at the demons. Azazel&nbsp; watched her go with a sigh, and then latched his belt back up. He stood up stretching and looked&nbsp; at his visitor with a cocky smile. He knew who this was, this demon controlled legions and most would be afraid in his presence. From what he had heard he was a heartless bastard. <br><br><br>" I take it you heard about Michale&nbsp; Isn't it delicious, the chaos on the streets is a welcome change, and I never cared much for the judgment place...torture is not to my taste." 
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				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 14:33:26</strong>
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				Chaos? Oh poor Azazel really enjoyed chaos? Chaos was only a change from one order to another. Everything strives to be organized, because there's no other way of keeping the world working. . Once this war was over, no matter how it ends, no chaos may exist anymore. There'll be conflicts, sure. But chaos exists only exists in a world of contrasts. If everything is good, bad or death, everything turn into an uniform mass, thus noone can strike out enough to generate chaos. Poor Azazel...so much he tought, so less he knew. But well Berith was willing to give him what he wanted for a short time in order to get what he wants for an eternity.<br><br>"You don't get what i mean. Michael has attacked us, the angles have a triumph...imagine the chaos that would break out if armies of demons invaded the demons, seeking for revenge. And furthermore, imagine the slaughter, tonight we could drink the angles blood and the few that survived without being captured...they will be filled with panic and thus making mistakes..." Berith laughed. It was a maddened laughter. <br><br>Berith loved order, it was order that made him get power the mortals. Just by pushing one up a bit, though he loved one thing more, one thing above everyone else. Killing. With nothing living the order was perfect, plus the order was easyer to understand. Berith, the maddened king, the only demon who did not want a better destiny for himself than for everything else. All should die. He wanted to see the world burn, as the last strive of chaos to reign before it destroys itsself and order takes its eternal place. Though till that happens he was surely open for the fun of torture enslavement, blackmail and some more "normal" funs like eat and drink.<br><br>All of Beriths eyes now focused Azazel, if he had him, he'd get Luzifer as well and if he gets Lucifer, he got all the power of the demons behind himself. Oh yes, Berith knew the way to get power, after all it was his job to do that. But most important from doing it to others he learned, that you should never be the one who actually HAS it, that only grands you a faster death and Berith wasn't willing to die, not before everyone else would follow.
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 01:27:23</strong>
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				Azazel didn't really care if the Angels triumphed. Tara needed to brought down a peg or two, all the cocky demons that thought they couldn't be touched. Now they knew they were not so invulnerable. Azazel did not care for the demons, not the angels, He would play both sides if it was possible. The only thing he cared for really were the humans, and they were sadly doomed. There the odds were slightly better if the angels managed to win. Though his thoughts on that was not something this demon needed to know.<br><br>He sighed a little unnerved by the demons laughter and willingness to spill blood.But that's how demons were well most of them. Azazel though would rather use his silver tongue then his silver sword.&nbsp; <br><br>" So your off recruiting then? Even if you went after the angels the waste is a large place it would be hard to find...Chaos is sweet, but blood shed is not quit to my taste. The angels will not return and if they do I'm sure security will be more eager to catch them this time."
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