Elements RPG! Part 3

[Bloodshadow]

Sorry, guys. I couldn't post yesterday, because that math assignment was more difficult than I thought, and it took more time than I originally planned. And today, my internet f**king died on me for 10 hours, and I only got it back like half an hour ago. I'll be posting something right now.

Reserved.

"The Archangel of War accepts your little challenge, Jonathan," Emparael declared. He summoned his weapon, the Sword of War, a long, elegant but menacing blade glowing with a golden-red light.

"You refuse to speak my true name, Emparael?" Bloodshadow laughed again, the cold, mocking laugh that seemed to echo against the very air itself. "Have you grown senile with old age? Or are you afraid, fearing the power I have wielded against you during the First Golden Age?"

"The Archangel of War, fearing a lowly Middle-Plane gnat of Darkness like you?!" Emparael spat. Sword blazing with light and flames, the Archangel charged at the massive draconian form of Bloodshadow. The sword seemed to lengthened and grow, as Emparael cleaved downward at the black dragon's neck with a single decisive stroke. Bloodshadow simply turned his head and opened his mouth, releasing the sphere of darkness and destruction he had been holding between his jaws. The orb of darkness collided with Emparael, exploding into a brilliant show of gold, red, and black. Emparael drew back, apparently unscathed.

"Not fear? Then is it guilt?!" Bloodshadow asked. His voice was no longer taunting. Bloodshadow's crimson eyes blazed with malice, as he hissed his next words laced with venomous hate. "Does your conscience scream out against the treachery you have committed?" A new attack was already forming between its jaws, as Bloodshadow shrieked with just a hint of insanity in his voice. "In direct violation of the Utarius Treaty, you invaded my home. You massacred my people, and your so-called Protectorate inevitably caused the extinction of my race!" Jaws opening wide, Bloodshadow hurled forth a solid sphere of Darkness composed of his purest hate and rage, as painful and torturous memories welled up from the deepest part of his soul, and threatened to consume his sanity. "Emparael, Archangel of War! I should have snuffed you out like a candle when I had the chance!"

Emparael's eyes grew wide, as he remembered those acts of betrayal and exploit he tried hard to forget eons ago. The sphere of Darkness descended upon him, and memories of the most horrendous massacre in the history of Heaven surfaced from the depths of his psyche...

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Bloodshadow, Master of Darkness, floated above the sea of blood in his full dark splendor. Three pairs of magnificent black draconian wings spread behind his back, radiating an aura of pure Darkness. Every line of his sinisterly handsome face was contorted in shock and rage, as he gazed upon the army of Angels, each riding atop a Golden Dragon.

I don't think I can write anything more today. My internet recovered at 9 PM, and right now I've only got like 10 minutes before my parents force me to go to sleep.

I'm going to post the flashback when Bloodshadow wanted to fight Emparael for invading the Abyss, but Zanzarino stopped him. After that, I'll shift back to the present. Emparael will use his True Form of Archangel, and start to overwhelm Bloodshadow; then Bloodshadow will use his second dragon form.

[Helios]

Due to the current lack of tasks to complete for Catyrael, I shall begin foreshadowing the advent of the Second War of Containment.

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In the meantime, thousands of kilometres distant, fires raged as a small village was devastated and burned to ashes, its inhabitants slaughtered. This terrible event may very well have transpired unobserved, unnoticed and unknown, were it not a for a particularly fortunate circumstance seemingly guided by fate.

Observer Unit Tol-Galen of the Army of Heaven simply happened to be watching this area of the Middle Plane at the time, which, provided the relative lack of Angelic Observers on the Middle Plane since the ending of the Last Golden Age, was very fortunate indeed.

Two Angels, passing by the area, observed in shock as the village erupted in flames; screams of agony of burning bodies suffering a slow and excruiciating end could be heard even from this distance.

"What in the name of Solraegiel was that? We should go and discover what happened!"

"No, we must abide by protocol; we are simply an Observer Unit, not the Guardians of the Peace; we cannot engage the situation directly. Instead, this incident must be reported to Emparael as soon as possible."

"I have never seen anything like it in hundreds of years observation on the Middle Plane; what could it possibly be?"

"Do you feel the evil and the darkness emanating from the village ruins? I suspect the involvement of a monster, of a Demon most foul."

"And yet, no lesser Demon could possibly wield such power."

"Precisely. A brilliant investigative detective of the Middle Plane, whom I had the pleasure to meet, once said, 'Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' If no lesser Demon could have done this, then the responsible one can only be an Obyrith."

[Purity_Riot]

OOC: I'm considering going back and deleting all of the OOC posts (the ones that are bickering mostly), so that the story flows better for readers.

I've heard Helios's opinion, but I'd like to get everyone's point of view before I make a decision.

[Sirenes]

[OOC] Go for it. We all know what they say and the only use they have is for reference in more bickering. I'm not into that. OFF WITH THEM! 

[Bloodshadow]

If no lesser Demon could have done this, then the responsible one can only be an Obyrith.

I don't want to object and cause more bickering, but this sentence is simply untrue. The Ancient Ones are extinct and the Obyriths are sealed away, but another race of Demons now populate the Abyss: True Demons. According to my history of Hell, True Demons were the newer race of Demons that began to populate the Abyss during the Second Golden Age. Currently they are the ruler of Hell (Lucifer, Asmodeus, etc).
This sentence isn't all that important, and I won't argue about it, but I just don't want you guys to forget the existence of the True Demons that currently rule Hell.

OOC: I'm considering going back and deleting all of the OOC posts (the ones that are bickering mostly), so that the story flows better for readers.

I've heard Helios's opinion, but I'd like to get everyone's point of view before I make a decision.

Go ahead and delete the bickering, but don't delete ALL the OOC posts. They might contain some useful information, such as the posts when we planned for future plotlines and story arcs.

Or, why not simply put all InC posts in one place, without all the OOC posts?

[Helios]

If no lesser Demon could have done this, then the responsible one can only be an Obyrith.

I don't want to object and cause more bickering, but this sentence is simply untrue. The Ancient Ones are extinct and the Obyriths are sealed away, but another race of Demons now populate the Abyss: True Demons. According to my history of Hell, True Demons were the newer race of Demons that began to populate the Abyss during the Second Golden Age. Currently they are the ruler of Hell (Lucifer, Asmodeus, etc).
This sentence isn't all that important, and I won't argue about it, but I just don't want you guys to forget the existence of the True Demons that currently rule Hell.

When I employed the term "lesser Demon", I was referring to everyone whom could not possibly have committed such an atrocity, which includes your True Demons.

[Bloodshadow]

Then a clarification might be required. I hope you remember my classification of Demons. "Lesser Demons" were the ones that live on the Middle Plane, while "True Demons" live in the Abyss.

[Helios]

Then a clarification might be required. I hope you remember my classification of Demons. "Lesser Demons" were the ones that live on the Middle Plane, while "True Demons" live in the Abyss.

From a purely grammatical point of view, if I had intended only the sub-division of the Lesser Demons, I would have capitalised the "L", whereas in this case, I was referring to lesser Demons in general when compared with the Obyriths.

But that would be completely pointless and trivial to argue; I am aware of your classification.

[Purity_Riot]

 I don't think the planned plot points are important to keep either

1) We know the plan

2) It's always subject to change without warning.

[Bloodshadow]

We know the plan, but I might want to go back and check sometimes.

Anyways, at least don't delete the posts that are 3 lines or more.

[Sirenes]

<Yes of course. Do you have another love?> Xanriel's laughter echoed in her head, <I'm sorry that you've been left alone for so long, some people can be heartless>

Her eyes widen and and a smile crosses her lips. She stops searching for him, concentrating on talking to him in her head. [Where are you? Did they let you go?]

<They moved me out of the Cells, into a cell with less security, but they won't let me see you> Sadness heavy in his voice <I'd like to see you, but the angels won't let me>

[I know.. I want to see you too. Do you think they'll finish this soon?] Sirenes was doing her best not to show her unease.

<I'm not sure. I'm frightened. I'm sure you've seen how narrow minded the other angels are. I'm worried they might find me guilty...> A strong sense of fear transmitted through the thought, Xanriel's empathic bond affecting Sirenes emotions as well

Sirenes: Her eyes darted around the library warily, as if she thought she were about to be captured and imprisoned as well. [But you were so certain before]

<I know, but that was before they moved me...> there was a long silence before Xanriel found his voice again <Sirenes they... they attacked me. While they were moving me they ganged up while my powers were locked. I'm cut up pretty bad... I'm not sure if my wings will heal properly...>

She gasps, tears welling in her eyes [How... How could they do such a thing?!] She swallows a lump in her throat [I can't leave you here! I'm coming...] Leaving the book on a random shelf, Sirenes rushes out of the library and down the marble steps backtracking her way to the prison.

<Sirenes, please, if they knew I had contacted you, it could be even worse. Please for my safety, just hold on and wait until my trial. I'm sure my father will come through and make sure i'm found innocent. I don't want you to get hurt to.> His voice coming through very serious and stern

She pauses in the middle of a busy street, receiving odd stares from the others. [But... they might try to kill you before the trial even happens! I can't let them. I won't!]

<No Sirenes, if they'd wanted to kill me, they would have. Some of the people in Heaven believe that the only way to punish evil is through corporal punishment. They might beat me more, but they won't kill me. All of my guards would have to stand trial.>

[I understand...] An intense bundle of emotions passed through the connection: Fear, Anger, Anxiety and underneath it all Love.

<Thank you my Love. I feel your pain, and it breaks my heart, but we'll get through this. Don't trust the angels. Learn from them, and gain as much power as you can, but don't trust them. Watch for their treachery.>

Sirenes glanced back at the angels staring at her in the middle of the path. She threw glares at them and took off at a run down the road, searching for a less crowded place.

[Purity_Riot]

If Blood doesn't post by tomorrow, I'm skipping his fight, and time travelling to the future by 3 days, skipping everything that was meant to happen over those days.

We'll just look back fondly on our defeat of Morte.