The Archangel and the Demon Prince (Mahes666 & Eternity)
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				Title: <strong>The Archangel and the Demon Prince (Mahes666 &amp; Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mahes666</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 21:56:08</strong>
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				Evanea.<br><br>That is the name the Pantheon gave this world after its completion. Worthy of Divine pride, the world was crafted with the patience, love and care to become a shining jewel in the infinite black depths of space and time. The Pantheon held such awe for their own creation that they decided it would be selfish not to share it with lesser creatures. So they created humankind to walk its plains, hunt in its forests, swim in its lakes and sail its oceans.<br><br>Grateful for life and a beautiful world to live upon, humankind worshipped the Pantheon. In those earliest years, prayers of love and gratitude fueled the gods to grant Miracles to their children. Each member of the Pantheon became responsible for different spheres of Miracles.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Iago</span> became the god of the education. <span class="bbc_u">Allais</span> became the god of commerce. <span class="bbc_u">Jeriah</span> became the goddess of martial prowess. <span class="bbc_u">Thisbe</span> became the god of love and brotherhood. <span class="bbc_u">Sagira</span> became the goddess of nature. <span class="bbc_u">Oberon</span> became the god of the sea. <span class="bbc_u">Godric</span> became the god of the craft. <span class="bbc_u">Charmeine</span> became the god of music and art. <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> became the god of hospice.<br><br>From the city of the gods, Sanctuary, the Pantheon formed priesthoods from those humans most favored. Through cooperation, law and order, great nations began to form and prosper. Villages became towns, towns became cities, and cities became empires. Roads carved into the earth and ships cut through the seas as humankind advanced.&nbsp; Through it all, the Pantheon watched from on high with happiness and pride.<br><br>For the most part.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> decided he did not appreciate his role in the Pantheon. Because he could offer healing Miracles, prayers came to him on a more regular basis than his brothers and sisters. Though mortals thanked him for his healing touch, he began to resent the begging and pleading that so often filled his mind.&nbsp; <br><br>It is not recorded what catalyst caused <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> to stop granting prayers, but whatever the cause, it was the beginning of the end for this world. The rest of the Pantheon confronted <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> for his negligence. They threatened to destroy and replace him if he did not continue his role. He relented, but became filled with bitterness and malice.<br><br>Over the course of the next decade, <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> began a plan to subvert the gods. He secretly offered his human followers a steep price to close their wounds and cure their ills. He demanded more than devotion and prayer. He demand their servitude and soul. <br><br>He created demonkind. <br><br>Slowly but surely, he created a demon army. By the time the rest of the Pantheon noticed <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus's</span> hideous machinations, it was too late to stop the war that came. Across Evanea, humankind and demonkind waged war. The Pantheon was unprepared for the great power Dexipus had collected from stolen souls, and humankind was unprepared the awesome brutality of the demonic hoards.<br><br>As demonkind crushed city after city, the Pantheon knew the day would arrive that <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus </span> would storm Sanctuary itself. In fear of that day, the Pantheon searched desperately for a weakness of their treacherous brother.&nbsp; Though too late to save themselves, the Pantheon found a weakness.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> had a son. <br><br>The chances of a god impregnating a mortal woman were almost nonexistent.&nbsp; Therefore, <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> never kept track of the women he raped when he indulged in a mortal form. The Pantheon knew the half-god could one day be trained to destroy <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> where they could not, but it was too late for them to train him themselves.&nbsp; Instead, they created the statue of an archangel.<br><br>Within this statue they bestowed the gifts of immortality, beauty, winged flight, mastery of combat and weapons, control of the elements, the ability to communicate with any living creature, and a siren's voice to captivate and control men's hearts.&nbsp; The Pantheon designed her so that she would remain in stone until their deaths.&nbsp; If <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> should win and they should die, the archangel would become flesh. <br><br>That day came.<br><br>Ten years ago, <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> invaded Sanctuary, reduced it to rubble, and killed every member of the pantheon.&nbsp; The battle was not without cost. The demonic hordes were reduced to a small fraction of their numbers, and <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> himself was terribly wounded.&nbsp; Since that day, <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> has been licking his wounds and rebuilding his demonic horde to destroy what remains of humankind.<br><br>Meanwhile, the archangel is about to awaken in the ruins of Sanctuary. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she will seek out <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus's</span> mortal-born son. She must find him, make him aware of his destiny, and train him to become Evanea's champion.<br><br>This is where our story begins.&nbsp; Can this archangel find the Demon Prince before <span class="bbc_u">Dexipus</span> and bring him to the side of the light? The world can only hope.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Achangel and the Demon Prince (Mahes666 &amp; Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 04:24:44</strong>
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				Amongst the Sanctuary ruins, if one were to search, there was one small temple of sorts. The pillars wore cracks, some even having fallen over. The dust still stirred with the mist and created a sheet of haze over the lower parts of the sanctuary, such as the center of the gazebo-like temple. The world was monotonous, save for the occasional growth of ivy wrapping around the destruction. And at the center of the temple stood the crumbled pieces of stone and the mottled statue of a tall, powerful man. His hair was thick and wavy, falling to his shoulders with a wreath of olive tree leaves and twigs woven along his head's top. His eyes were closed, his lips barely parted. His chest was bare, his arms strong and masculine. Around his waist was draped a cloth that tied with a rope that tangled into a smooth knot on his left hip. Against his feet he wore sandals. This statue was broad, heavy, and broken. Thick cracks ran through it, and it looked as if on the edge of destruction. Literally. As a breeze came into existence, it rustled into those cracks and the figure began to shift, finally losing its head against the floor. The heavy structure of a head banged against the floor, breaking a crack into that as well. But the crack widened, and widened. The crack then slipped beneath the standing male statue, and the rest of the statue seemed to come down. Chunks of chest, waist, then leg; a scattered mess of stone. Each time a chunk struck the flooring, a wider crack formed. And it was like... like a wake up call. <br><br>Finally the first broke off of the cracking arm, and it slammed down knuckles first into the stone floor, causing a small hole to form. <br><br><div align="center"><em>...Wake...</em></div><br>Beneath the flooring was a small tomb of sorts, a series of catacombs that laced underneath the sanctuary with no escape or entrance save for the stone floor above. And as light penetrated inside, something happened. A stone statue beneath of a woman began to glow slightly. With the color of skin, as it to cracked. The light shone upon it weakly, and surely the statue began to shed thin pieces of stone like snake skin. Beneath it, after it was shaken off by a slowly awakening creature, was the very figure that&nbsp; the statue portrayed. A beautiful angel with long dark raven wings that extended great lengths yet could shrink or extend as she saw fit. Her hair fell in long tendrils of smooth silken ebony with ivory streaks in the front. Her skin was sun-kissed, though she had never been exposed before the sun before. To be truthful, this was her birth. And as she emerged from the stone, she was suddenly filled with an intense knowledge. Of the Gods, of Dexipus, of her purpose.<br><br>Her name was Azra (http://www.bluecanvas.com/artwork/alenalazareva-2010041532100-Black_angel-lightbox.jpg) and she was an Archangel to be the last hope. The woman rose from the stone, crawling up as her muscles contracted and expanded, flexing as she adjusted to the feel of her body. The angel for now adorned a black dress (http://cdn.is.bluefly.com/mgen/Bluefly/prodImage.ms?productCode=300996801&amp;width=340&amp;height=408) that bore one strap over her left shoulder and flowed smooth and simple down to her ankles. Her eyes scanned the insides of the catacombs and found that there were weapons and things lacing the walls, and all were forged by the gods. One weapon of each weapon class, she then continued, moving forward. For starts, she thought... She raised a sword and tucked it into its sheath, wrapping the black leather belt around her shoulder and letting the sword hang on her side as she then picked up a large lance, moving back and preparing for leaving.<br><br>She pressed her bare feet to the stone casing from which she emerged, and she slid her fingers into the cracks. With a tug, the stone floor above her broke a more gargantuan hole, gaping and shedding light down on her. Azra blinked a bit, pupils adjusting to the light as she gripped the stronger edge and then pulled herself up. The angel pulled herself up, her wings expanding and flapping twice. The dust rose up immediately in thick waves the escaped her feathers' raise and fall. She looked around then, and felt her immediate purpose engraving itself into her mind. Her silvery eyes grew solemn as she then knelt and raised her wings, jumping up and beating them, taking off like a bullet into the sky. <br><br><em>The mortal-born son of Dexipus...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Achangel and the Demon Prince (Mahes666 &amp; Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mahes666</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 20:13:10</strong>
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				Cadmus choked harder. He made sure not to cut off the cat's airway completely, because he wanted to hear the pathetic sounds it made. The orange tabby screeched and thrashed, it's feral claws leaving thin red lines on his forearms and chest, but Cadmus didn't notice. He just continued to listen to the feline's high-pitched cries.<br><br>"Cadmus!" Mason's voice took him by surprise. The cat fell from his hands and took off like it had become demon-possessed. Now awake from his dark reverie, his scratches suddenly burned along his arms.<br><br>"What!" Cadmus shouted back. He didn't like being snuck up on.<br><br>"You're supposed to be preparing the furnace for today's work.&nbsp; Instead, you're out here throttling animals!" Mason was only half-dressed. He must have noticed Cadmus had snuck out after waking up and come out to the woods after him.<br><br>"The furnace could've waited ten minutes. And what I do on my own time is none of your&nbsp; business."<br><br>Mason's face turned red. "You're my apprentice! That means everything you do is my business."<br><br>Cadmus grinned, shocked to learn Mason still believed he had any control over him. Its true, Mason had been Cadmus's master for nine years. In that time, the older man had instructed Cadmus on the vocation of&nbsp; glassblowing. Cadmus's attitude had made things difficult from the start. Even at age ten, he would always talk back, ignore work, and insult his master every chance he could. He had done so in the hopes of losing his apprenticeship early on. However, as angry as the old man would always become, he never sent Cadmus away. Cadmus's father had been friends with Mason before he died in the war, and Mason still felt obligated to care for Cadmus even to this day. Now Cadmus was a grown man, twenty years old and just as bitter and angry as ever. Cadmus didn't care about his dead mother and father, he didn't care about Mason, and he didn't care about glassblowing.<br><br>The demon hoard might have been reduced to small numbers by the end of the Battle of Sanctuary, but everyone in the world knew that all the gods were dead...save one. Dexipus was still alive, and he had already had ten years to heal. Everyone knew the former god of hospice had been rebuilding his army. It was only a matter of time before a new attack came.&nbsp; But this time, the Pantheon wouldn't be there to protect humankind. This time the world would end.&nbsp; Before that time came, Cadmus intended to enjoy himself.<br><br>"In case you didn't notice, I'm twenty years old now. I've already learned everything about your stupid vocation, and I already decided its not for me."<br><br>"Glassblowers are skilled and highly-paid craftsmen. You know better than to think you can make more doing anything else."<br><br>"You keep pretending the end of the world isn't coming. What good is money and a vocation when the demonic hoards arrive?"<br><br>"Well then do your part to stop it. You're a strong lad, go join King Soma's army."<br><br>"Just because I'm aware of what's coming doesn't mean I plan on running headlong into it."<br><br>"Keep doing what you've been doing and you'll end up becoming a part of it." Mason shook his head, knowing he sounded like a broken record. "How many times have we talked about those dark impulses of yours. It's not normal to torture and cut up animals for fun."<br><br>"We both realized a long time ago that I'm not normal." His words had the effect he was looking for. Mason usually tried to ignore the fact strange things sometimes happened when Cadmus got upset. <br><br>"Are you going to prep the furnace or not?" Mason asked.<br><br>Cadmus grinned and started back toward the workshop. It was best to keep up appearances. By this time tomorrow, he would be on his way out of town, with Mason's life savings as a parting gift to himself.&nbsp; <em>Before I leave though, I'll come here for that damn cat. These scratches really hurt.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Achangel and the Demon Prince (Mahes666 &amp; Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 19:46:49</strong>
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				The air took beneath her long raven wings, and the woman was taken to the sky. The wind whipped past her, and it felt so brand new. Life was a unique gift, and being alive after having never lived before was interesting to say the least. Azra was never born. She was <em>created</em>, and incubated in stone beneath the Pantheon. Her dress hugged around her like she were a black satin bullet in the sky, obsidian like a meteorite. She had a ways to go, her strong wings never ceasing to beat, never seeming to tire. Her right hand clutched the lance and held it close to her side as it formed a silvery streamline as she moved onward. Hours passed, and she finally heard something very distant in the woods beneath her. Azra's paced slowed immensely, as she then pinpointed the cries of a hurting animal. The sounds wrenched her heart and pushed the ignition of her anger. <br><br>But as she looked down, she saw him. Never had Azra seen Cadmus, never had she even heard his name or voice. But hiding above the trees, spotting him through the canopy of twigs, leaves, limbs, and buds- she knew it was him. And when she saw him, something cold kicked in. He was evil, she could feel it. Knew instantly that she was already losing this battle. The argument then ensued lightly between Cadmus and Mason, and she could only find her silvery eyes narrowing in disgust. Before she would follow Cadmus, she dropped down through the canopy and landed nimbly on her bare feet, ever-so-gently crushing the dead leaves beneath them. The archangel turned towards the cat, watching it warily approach her. Azra's entrancing eyes met the soft dull green orbs of the cat's, and she curled her finger. The cat pressed forward, until Azra leaned down. Lifting it, she curled her arms around it. Her fingers rubbed its neck tenderly and she stroked her nails through his fur. His tail began to flick as he affectionately purred, grateful for good attention.<br><br>"Shhh..." The sound was unlike any human woman's voice. Smooth, rich, luscious and yet deep with a feminine strength that rivaled one of a Gods'. "Run away from here and do not come back, find yourself a good home." She whispered. The cat looked at her and blinked as she reached up, using her nails to barely push away the collection of rheum from underneath his eyes and petting his head once more. Letting the cat go, she watched him flee as she had told him too, and returned her attention towards the shop. She waited for Mason to turn his back, slipping past effortlessly and with total silence. <br><br>Upon reaching the shop, she slipped inside and trailed behind the scent of Cadmus. Her body moved with total grace, her lance never touching the ground until she stepped inside and saw him. And when she saw him, she was overwhelmed by the feel of his energy, by the look of him that spoke of depravity like she wouldn't believe. Her lance's butt was stamped against the ground as Azra reached up, pushing her fingers through her predominantly black hair bearing white streaks. Her eyes met his, of an intangible marbled silver that glinted in the firelight. <br><br>"Cadmus." Azra said, her voice seeming to put a calm over the room. "I've come for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Achangel and the Demon Prince (Mahes666 &amp; Eternity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mahes666</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:01:11</strong>
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				(http://craig-horner.com/assets/images/db_images/db_Richard_Cypher1.jpg)<br><br>Cadmus stood from a crouched position. He left the forge unlit, too curious to see what girl had come looking for him by name. Women from the local village stayed clear of him ever since he gave Kimberlyn a black eye.&nbsp; It still bugged him that everyone took Kimberlyn's side. The girl had it coming for flirting with Gheed right in the middle of a crowded festival.<br><br>As he turned, light from the open door stung his eyes and he was forced to squint. With the light in his eyes like this, the girl...no, the woman...appeared as a silhouette. The sight looked like something out of Sanctuary. Her figure stood strong and resplendent, and something large was behind her. Whatever it was made her look like she had wings. <br><br><em>Whoever the hell she is, I've never met her before. What does she mean about coming for me? Sounds like a nutcase.</em><br><br>"Close the door, dammit! In case you didn't notice, it's morning, and that door's facing east." He spoke with his usual curt arrogance. He glanced at his discarded shirt nearby, but shook away any further thoughts of modesty. This was his workshop, and he would dress as he pleased. He turned around and crouched back down to the floor. He set back to work lighting the forge, resolved not to face the stranger until the sun's rays were out of his face.&nbsp; The tanned muscles in his back bunched as he repeatedly struck rock to flint, until he managed to create a spark that lit the forge.&nbsp; "Finally," he muttered to himself.
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