The Devil of the Ires... (BlutRose and Osan22)
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				Title: <strong>The Devil of the Ires... (BlutRose and Osan22)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlutRose</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 12:08:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x201/kechero/caf0c7a1-a78a-4317-b217-205cadad6585.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>The Beautiful People... The Beautiful People...</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Amid the woodlands of the Ires, beneath legends and lores... <br><br>Great tales are spoken, in reverence and fear, by the celts and the druidic barbarians. Demons haunt these lands. In times when lands are fought for, or won, these people turn to the almighty. Their gods.. Their savior Angels, to protect their children in the night. To guard their hearts from the Diaboli- the fearsome creatures whom have been at war with the Angelic for a millenia. Long before the song was sung, long before the eye saw the light of day. They say, the Diaboli slid upon the lifeless earth, like great serpents, on their bellies. They consumed the life force of the world, and drained it of its hope. The most fearsome of them all, Illa, a she-demon of ferocious temper and appetite for that which is sacred, lead these incredible villains. But she was not almighty- Tuuli, the God King of the skies, had pity upon the earth, and the woe it carried upon it's shoulders. And he pushed forth with his army of&nbsp; Nephillim- half human, half angelic breeds. For to set a true angel on the earth would incinerate the soil, and destroy the life, completely. <br><br>Tuuli came forth to the lair of Illa, and pressed his palm to the air, shutting her followers in a dark hole below the surface. This place is known by many names, but most call it 'Hell'. Illa came forth to wage war upon him, but was not quite his equal. He shunned her back, and forbade her to come to the Ires in her strongest form. But, rather, in the form of a deranged woman. Her powers limited, on the surface, but to shriek and curse the lives of the humans, abound. However, when Tuuli looked around, and beheld the dying state of the earth, Gaia, he knew without a muse, Illa would grow ever more powerful. If left alone, she would bring with her a vengeance that would swallow the skies, waters, and soil, in once breath. And so, with a heavy heart, he looked to the skies, and confirmed- The war could never end. But, it must stay either below, or above. Humans are fragile, and must be protected. <br><br>And so, many years after that, Illa paced, and waited. Driven mad with her restrictions, she took to seducing men on land, and turning their hearts to love her.. the foolish souls. And she build an anti-nephillim- to counter the Angelic. And an idea crossed her at one point, "Why not turn one of his precious Angels..?"Yes... Yes, indeed! An angelic heart turned dark would fulfill her needs, and she would become a great and terrible ruler. She would push back to the surface, and swallow the light, the laughter, the music, the song. She only need to wait...<br><br>...<br><br>Therein, as the elderly shared their youthful tales of encounters with the Diaboli, around a campfire, they had no idea of the company in which they were in. A youthful woman, with wild, dark hair, and a sinful reddish tint. Her face dirtied from a days walk- her cape, damp with the dew upon the long grass. And beside the fire, you would never know a gentle shower had fallen- until you left the circle for home. That young woman rested against a rowan tree, looking thoughtfully into the soul of the witch man who spoke with silent terror to the village children. Advising his herbs and stones to 'ward away the evils'... and he would never know. </em></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>... It's all relative to the size of your stipal.</strong> </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devil of the Ires... (BlutRose and Osan22)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Osan22</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 13:09:35</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2cqfvp5.jpg)</div><em>Fortunately, for Illa. There was such a young Nephilim nearby. In the small town of Refuxio, a town bordering the forest which the humans had made as sort of a travelers haven.&nbsp; the Nephilim was named Gabriel, after one of the great archangels of old. His powers were relatively untested as he had never actually encountered a demon, his brothers and sisters had quite thoroughly cleaned the area of any threats they had found. The nearby forest, and the town closest to it had been relatively calm and peaceful. So Gabriel, being one of the newest Nephilim born, had been assigned there. He was a young and brash Nephilim, but seeing as the forest was calm and clear of demon-kin, it was a fairly appropriate post, leaving the half-angel bored and training constantly to hone his skills.</em><br><br><em>Gabriel himself was a fairly impressive man, muscles being honed over the various years of swordplay. However he was far to young by Nephilim standards to be on the front lines, being 22, his skills had not yet been honed and he was still unfamiliar with the majority of skills and spells required to hunt demons. His brash nature also had him, on more than one occasion, in trouble with the other nephilim. he was far to eager to prove his worth, and far to naive to tell when a demon was in human form and deceiving him.</em><br><br><em>Someone with Illa's power could probably feel the angels presence miles away, as he had yet to figure out how to conceal his natural holy presence. The presence was both a blessing and a curse, driving away the weaker spawns of demons but attracting some of the more devious sorts to hide in his presence. his natural holy magical aura masking any evil auras that entered his domain. he was powerful to say the least. but his powers were untamed, they needed a source of guidance.&nbsp; </em><br><br><em> Gabriel didnt concern himself with these matters though, he was here to protect the innocent! not seek the guilty, so he trained, long hours often flew by without his noticing, leaving the pale morning sunlight faded into the cold dark night. his skills with his blade and his magic increasing slowly, but surely. The man was still no where near a nephilim, or even a demons level, but he was far better than any swordsman or priest in the village, so he helped guard it. healing the sick and driving off bandits</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devil of the Ires... (BlutRose and Osan22)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlutRose</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 18:05:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x201/kechero/caf0c7a1-a78a-4317-b217-205cadad6585.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>The Beautiful People... The Beautiful People...</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>The core of the bonfire began to twindle... And the elderly had moved more away from telling stories to the masses, to exchanging memories with one another. Parts sad, others in a preaching tone. To have a close encounter with a Diaboli and live to warn others was almost sacred, and they damn near bragged about the tragedies that befell them. It made them removed- almost at a higher station than another clan member who had not. The night was deep in it's abode, and the stars had reached such heights, they would be climbing to slumber in a few mere hours. A young man had caught Illa's attention within the first breaths of the night. A young thing, strong, and eager to impress. They were always her favorites.... And as he stood to leave, drunk and sleepy, she stood, silently, to follow.<br><br>She traced his path, like a predator slips calmly down the scent trail of their prey. Her footsteps were light, and fae, to be noticed by no one. And the man walked; strong, for an inebriated youth. One mile- two. Illa twisted a grin upon her face, her eyes pierced for the kill. "If the Ale has not sated you, my pet... I surely will.. " She confirmed within herself, softly. Full confidence entranced her. Her motivation seduced her. Delicious. And with no further adieu, she began to sing. <br><br>A siren's call, or a banshee's wail? It was a definite mix. A terrible and occult sound; unearthly and forsaken by the light. But no less, as she paced near thirty yards behind the man, he stopped. Ensnared by her guiles, he turned to face her. His eyes said 'angel' and pulled him t'wards her. But you knew his spirit screamed 'no!', and tried to stop him approach.<br><br>It was too late.<br><br>As he stepped surely to her, she dropped her pine-green hood to her trenching cape, and beheld him. As he drew closer, she sung more surely, holding her arms out to embrace- fingers aching against the air. And soon enough, he took her. Forcefully. His hands were upon her waste, and wandering back to where her bustier tied. His lips found her milk white neck, and covered it with pecks of desire and unholy intent. It was then that she felt it- in her heightened senses.<br><br>Nephillim. <br><br>And not just any- but the once she had been looking for. No mere Nephillim- at least, not for long. Yes. This was the soul she had longed for.. the heart that, when darkened, would be ever terrible and consuming. Her plans changed in an instant, and as she manipulated the youth to continue taking her body, she changed her song to a woeful scream. A cry for help, from the lungs of what would appear to be an ensnared young maiden- but that could not be further from the truth.</em></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>... It's all relative to the size of your stipal.</strong> </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devil of the Ires... (BlutRose and Osan22)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Osan22</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 22:45:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i61.tinypic.com/90orwi.jpg)</div><em>The nephilim in question was out in the yard outside the town, practicing his swordplay, when he heard the scream of the woman. his angelic ears perked up and he swore in a heavenly language. His large white wings held suspended in the air for a moment before launching himself,armor and all, up high into the sky.while flapping his wings to keep himself aloft, he surveyed his surroundings carefully, looking for the woman who had screamed. pale golden eyes scanning the roadside to the west of town, he spotted her. She was being assaulted by a young man and that was something the angel could not stand for.</em><br><br><em>He launched himself forward, using the various currents and the own strength of his wings to send him hurdling at the two. Righteous zeal sending him forward to stop the young man before he could progress any further in his transgressions. He was there it what seemed like an instant, covering the vast amount of ground in mere seconds through the sky. a mere white streak through the air as he crashed into the man, careful to avoid the woman with his strike, he sent the young man tumbling to the ground with one strike, a mere mortal no match for the nephilims strength.&nbsp; </em><br><br><em>When the man was sent flying, a good 10 feet back mind you, the angel rushed forward, placing a second strike down, making sure the man wouldn't be waking up in the near future. He had shown a fair bit of restraint, the angel had managed to avoid breaking any of the young mans bones. He simply knocked him out, he was the towns guards problem now. turning back to the woman the nephilim folded his wings behind him to make himself seem less intimidating. Approaching the woman with concern in his eyes he said in a deep calming voice "Are you alright my lady?" he took a couple steps forward, saying "he didn't hurt you did he? do you require healing?" looking up and down the womans fair form to appraise any damage the man might have caused to her. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devil of the Ires... (BlutRose and Osan22)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlutRose</strong> on <strong>19-06-2015, 07:25:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x201/kechero/caf0c7a1-a78a-4317-b217-205cadad6585.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>The Beautiful People... The Beautiful People...</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>As she had expected, grotesque as it was.. The Nephilim was... ugh, heroic. A swelling discomfort in her gut ensued. A mix of her carnal hunger for his light, and disgust at how he wielded it. Such a pathetic use for such power. But not for long... She would have it, soon enough. And the young man? Well, he would awaken with a rather massive ache, but no more. Pity, she thought as she licked her lips. The mere thought of bloodshed sent chills of utter lustful desire spinning up her thighs, within her core, down her arms... She could smell it in the air, though it had not come to pass. <br><br>And here he was, chivalrous pawn in her elaborate game. She wondered if this fool had ever been graced by his God, or if Tuuli forsook such minescule players. She certainly would. An over-glorified lap dog, and guardsman. "Thanks to you, M'Lord.." She whimpered softly t'wards him. It nearly made her gag. "Yes.. I.. I am alright. It has happened before..." She turned her head away, tears welling up in her eyes, as her voice cracked at the end. <br><br>Deep breath, Illa. Consume him.. Yes, control him. Be a dirty little maid, just for now.<br><br>So she was. Her knees shook, as an ocean breeze swept in, she looked back to him, with hair wild and ravaged by her original prey. Her lips were plump before him, a little bruised, and moist from her humid breath, rapidly escaping her. And then she looked him over- and found he would, in fact, do quite nicely. Broad, strong, with a mighty weapon that almost rang like a bell at the prospect of bloodshed. His wings were something of envy. And she then longed for her true form. <br><br>Patience.. She thought. Soon you will leave this realm, and return to your glories. </em></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>... It's all relative to the size of your stipal.</strong> </div>
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				Post by: <strong>Osan22</strong> on <strong>19-06-2015, 11:37:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i61.tinypic.com/90orwi.jpg)</div><em>The nephilim smiled in relief saying "oh thank Tuuli, I'm glad i got here in time to stop something from happening" before noticing her bruised lip and extending a finger, a spark of magic jumping from his finger and dancing around her wound, healing the bruise. The man gave a stern look over at the unconscious man saying "and don't worry about him, he will come to justice when the town guard find out about him." frowning the nephilim turned back to the woman appraising her tattered appearance before once more speaking up in a curious voice<br><br><em>The angel wasn't a very dull man, infact he was quite sharp, he had many questions for this woman, but they could wait until later. For now, he had to make sure she was safe at the very least. He raised his hand slowly, offering it to the woman while saying "if it pleases my lady, I can fly you to the nearest city, and offer you save haven for the night. I would be remiss to leave such a lovely maiden out here in the wilderness to fend for herself" his wings poised to take flight when the woman answered his query. he was wary about taking the woman, and it showed, but his chivalrous nature outweighed his doubts </em></em>
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