Remember that time WAY back, in the very beginning of this RPG? I wanted to explore the Aetherland at night a bit, but you guys already moved on to the next day before I could post. In response, I simply posted what I wanted to post, and said that it happened before the new day started. The timeline isn't something that we must strictly adhere to at all costs.
Another problem. What do we (as in everyone in the Dead Marsh right now) do after we defeat Morte? The rest of the player characters care enough about Xanriel to not just carry on with their lives and pretend that Xanriel didn't exist.
Reserved.
"What is the meaning of this?" Bloodshadow hissed, focusing his intense sanguine gaze on the Riders of the Dawn, Heaven's most elite armed forces. "How dare you step foot in the Abyss, my domain, without my permission?"
"What does it look like?" Emparael's face split into a broad, savage grin. "Today, the Demonic race shall be brought to its knees, like the punishment those vile and treacherous beasts deserve." The Archangel of War was at the forefront of the Dawn Riders, mounted on a vermilion dragon clad in golden armor. His sword blazed a fiery, vengeful light, as he prepared to lay waste to the Abyss.
"Do not play games with me, Emparael," Bloodshadow's eyes narrowed. His own sword, the Soul Eater, began to glow with a scarlet, bloodthirsty sheen. "I am the Master of Darkness. I may not possess enough power to drive back your entire army, but I certainly do have enough to ensure your total and complete annihilation." With a flap of his six wings, the fabric of spacetime itself ripped open, revealing the roiling mass of dark energies underneath. Like the tentacles of some abominable monster, the cracks and rips in spacetime reached out with incredible speed, wrapping themselves around Emparael and his mount. The dark tendrils merged and melded with each other, imprisoning the Archangel in a prison of darkness. The Dawn Riders, Angels mounted on Light Dragons, could do nothing but watch in horror as their leader was taken in an instant.
Inside the twisted folds of the dark prison, Bloodshadow's eyes burned with anger. "You called us treacherous, and yet you invaded our rightful domain in direct violation of the Utarius Treaty. Chamuel and Solraegiel will be shamed." The Dark Master's voice boomed and echoed, reverberating in the darkness as though a myriad of voices were speaking in unison.
Emparael sneered, as though he did not at all worry about the slithering tentacles of condensed darkness that were constricting his movements. "You have no right to speak Solraegiel's name, Darkness filth," he spat. "He will be proud when I return to him victorious, having subjugated the corrupt Demonic race."
"You think your pathetic little army could subjugate the all-powerful Ancient Demonic Race, under my command?" Bloodshadow hissed menacingly. His sword blazed with bloodlust, as the Master of Darkness held the tip of the soul-devouring blade against Emparael's neck. "I could end you right here, right now."
"Really, Master of Darkness?" Emparael sneered. "Still think you are the Supreme Archlord of Hell?"
"What are you..." Bloodshadow frowned. Then his eyes widened in horror. "No... I don't--"
"Oh, but I think you do," Emparael whispered. His eyes blazed with twisted glee as he spoke his next words. "As the Master of Darkness, your only affiliation is with Zanzarino, the Overgod; you no longer have any right to interfere in worldly affairs. Thus, you have no choice but to watch, as I burn down the Demonic race you once belonged to..."
At that moment, Bloodshadow wanted to tighten the dark coils around the Archangel's body until all life was crushed out of him. He wanted to drive his sword straight into Emparael's face, wipe that sneer off of his face, and hear him scream in agony as he was skinned alive. But Bloodshadow knew, better than any other being in existence, that he was not permitted to harm Emparael in any way. He could hear Zanzarino's voice, saying that with great power comes great responsibility, and the powers of a Master was given to him so he could protect instead of destroy. With a hateful glare that promised nothing but death and destruction, Bloodshadow allowed his dark prison around Emparael to dissipate.
"The Demonic race will not bow down before oath-breaking fools like you," Bloodshadow's voice boomed. "Even without my leadership, they shall crush your feeble attempt of subjugation. And remember, Emparael..." he paused, and for one instant he allowed the humanoid facade around his body to slip, allowing the Angels a brief glimpse of his true Master form. "I am Darkness. Wherever there is darkness and shadows, I am watching your every move."
Several days later, in the pocket-dimension world known as the Masters' Dojo, Bloodshadow could only scream in rage and indignation as his own race was massacred. Chamuel, the Master of Light, tried to apologize as best as he could, but the only thing that was keeping Bloodshadow from attacking the former Archangel was the powerful gravitational hold on him cast by Izekiel, the Master of Gravity. Mephisto, the Master of Death, only giggled in glee, as he bathed in the twisted magnificence of the war and slaughter between Demons and Angels.
