Sister Koffin: ::..Victorian Izaku Meramaiie, the last of the hate breed sat tall winds whipping back the long tressles of ebon. As her brotehr swooped down fast she mad no quick movement to --
Sister Koffin: --hang on but just sat still holding lightly to the scaley back of this Arosuha her brother not by blood but by trust. She wore nothing more then a long black cloak it looked.. A black --
Sister Koffin: --vestal gown that clipped together in front of her breast, yes the rest was open.. A small strip of material looking much like the black velvet of the cape were nothing more then underwear.. Vivica was never fond of cloths.. She stayed on the back of the white massive beast moving very little only her black eys scanned the aera.. There was nothing to--
Sister Koffin: --frett the sun shined very little here and it was slightly warmer.. She would survive::..
Akasha Romanus: ::It was a pet hate of the ancient vampiress' to travel in a dramatic fashion...She had seen so many come with the promise of power or challenge in those first few moments that they first made themselves known, and always ended up disappointed after their brief encounters. Now she purposefully avoided those that attempted to intimidate others with flashy
Akasha Romanus: first impressions. Personally, she preferred to travel on foot, with the same mortal tread she had used throughout the entirity of her existence, during the mortal, and immortal years.Garbed in a classically simple, but stunningly elegant gown of smoky grey, she ambled through the wastelands seemingly without
Akasha Romanus: purpose, not a smudge of dust marring her male countenance, her hands clasped at the small of her back as she made her way along some pre-destined course towards the area in which
Akasha Romanus: the others were gathering. She had not been invited here...but curious as ever, she had come to watch, ever vigilant when lands she thought of as her territory, became gathering places, intended or not.::
Arsosuha Hanozah: :: As he searches around with his eyes, he at first sees nothing, but his sense picked up the first trace of some one approaching and he swiveled his head in the direction of the one with golden hair, the another presence was picked up and he turned his head to the lady entering coming form another direction
Arsosuha Hanozah: . With a Yawn, and a stretch of long leathery wings, battle scarred, he turns his head back To Viv:: Dear by so kind as to get off, my back is getting cramped, I man it was a long fly and all.
Sister Koffin: ..::The hate chyld shaded herself with her hand she hated the light and it was getting to her now.. She slipped from his back without a word saying nothing.. She was careful in movement and slid over the white scales keeping a hand on the monstrous creature as she wounded down slightly.. She pressed her back to --
Sister Koffin: --him standing beneath his oversized wings.. She hated the light and the only shade that was safe.. She stood still and close to him not speaking a word::..
Arsosuha Hanozah: Bounded*
ChAus RaVendaWn: ::Chaus nitcied the massive dragon, giving it a curious glance. Slightly staring into this creatures direction. Chaus had been many places, and in no recent meetings had he seen a dragon. He kept his distance, but he also would not let his curiosity get the better of him. Slowly walking in fron of the huge dragon looking up.:: Chaus Ravendawn... Erm... Please to meet you...
ChAus RaVendaWn: At that precise moment, noticing Akasha he stepped back a bit, grinning, slightly. Well hello, Akasha, it has been quite a while, I must say...
GeniusBoy Dexter: ::Dexter sneezed and in all his glory he dissapeared!::
Akasha Romanus: ::It surprised her at first, that her presence should have been detected so early, but she was not bothered by it. Yes, it took away her element of surprise, should she have wished to use that advantage for any purpose, but this was a woman who was confident in her own abilities to extremes...it wasn't often that she ever felt threatened. She did not proceed much further
Akasha Romanus: forwards, in fact she seemed quite content to stay at a distance of some 20 meters from the others, poised and haughty as ever, preternatural twins gently luminous as always, that deep virescence of a hue no other could lay claim to, pulsing as if in time to a heart beat not of her own. They fastened onto Chaus as he spoke to her, and she
Akasha Romanus: locked him under her typically fierce scrutiny, acknowledging him with a nod:: It has indeed...Though I'd like to know what you're all doing here...

Arsosuha Hanozah: :: he golden bronze eye swung Chaus's way. And with a apprising look she turned his head to Viv and spoke a guttural language:: Raugh Ichaj Fjos Djhouf Shoudk Eikfyhko
Arsosuha Hanozah: Does this petty thing really think that is courtesy?) :: his head turned back to chaus and he showed his fangs, What passed for a grin from a dragon. He waited for Vivs response before replying to Chaus::
ChAus RaVendaWn: ::Slightly grins toward Akasha, before glancing the other way.:: Well, I would have asked the same thing... I also tend to visit these canyons on occasion... So, erm... Dragon, do you have the slightest clue as to why all of these beings are here? ::Slightly steps back a bit, nodding, then adjusting that left massive Angelic wing to the right a bit. It seemed to bother him slightly.::
Vivica Meramaiie: ..::vivica looked to chaus from beneath the massive shadow of her big brothers wing.. She watched him silently just standing there.. Her attire was nothing more but a vestal cloak and what took on the look of underwear.. Both black like velvet.. She laid a single hand on the dragons scales a symbolism that she was ---
Vivica Meramaiie: --yes with him.. She spoke in English Arso would understand::.. maybe he thinks you hold simple conversations like any flesh bag.. ::she smiled up to him just standing there, --
Vivica Meramaiie: --she looke the other way to meet the eyes of chause::.. don’t speak to him in such a manor.. Its not wise.. ::she was very protective of this her --
Vivica Meramaiie: --brother and her eyes never left chauses::..
Akasha Romanus: ::Akasha gave an irritible sigh at the inadequate answer...she did not have Armadeo with her to keep her calm, and if these beings proved themselves to lack a shred of intelligence between them, she would not be held responsible for what she said...or did for that matter. She had been restraining her violent side for far too long:: Well that certainly answered my question...::She shot
Akasha Romanus: him a look that could have felled an army, muttering under her breath in her favourite tongue:: Cunnus...::Her gaze shifted, the woman and the dragon under her appraisal for the brief moment she used to fix their appearances in her memory. These two may be difficult...arrogant as she, that was obvious, but as of yet,
Akasha Romanus: having done naught to win her respect:: This little gathering...is far too close to my home for me to feel comfortable...is there purpose to this meeting or was it mere chance?
Vivica Meramaiie: ..::Arso departed as he did vivica shuddered visibly.. A weakness was found right there and tehn for thoes who looked closely it was not the loss of her protector but the little light that now was shed on her that make her quake.. She wondered now how the vampress that spoke could stand the light.. She stepped back a few --
Vivica Meramaiie: --steps the trees now gave her shelter::.. if I had not killed my gods long ago I would say it was the powers that be vampress.. But then again who gives a fuck about the powers? ::ruby lips perked into a light smile --
Vivica Meramaiie: -- as she spoke the light words with an accent long dead::..
Akasha Romanus: ::Her eyes narrowed dangerously, her lips pursed in a thin line as she found her temper rising in the heat. A woman claiming to have killed her own Gods..a grand tale, if she chose to believe it. She was old...this quite obvious from her accent, one that simply wasn't heard in this day and age. She folded her arms beneath her chest loosely, letting her scant weight rest
Akasha Romanus: slightly on her right:: The naive...give a fuck about the powers that be...::And on this note she glanced sideways at Chaus..damnable angels...she'd have to invite him back to her new home for another "spar" at some point...And perhaps "accidentally" damage him. That would certainly cheer her up::

ChAus RaVendaWn: ::Chaus merely grinned a bit, stepping back from the two.:: I believe I will let the two of you talk... ::Glances back directly to the sun's burning core once, not bothering the Archangel in the least...:: As he did this, both orbs began to flame, for the light was head on with Chaus' very retinas.::
She Who Fell: ::..Poised Mid-Heavens among a vantage point, the Watcher examined those below with oculi of innocence as well as wrath.. Magnificent flowing robes caressed that un-Earthly form. Statuesque perfection; delicately bronzed skin softly radiated an other worldly glow. The Baroque detail of the being in all its entirety supported nothing short of
She Who Fell: faultlessness. Remarkably perfect symmetry of the bones.. And the wings. Yes, enormous appendages adorning alabaster contour feathers. Long and sleek with a glossy, alluring shine. She Who Fell at the hand of God. An accuser.. Not so much defining the Latin title, Satan.. Yet one who undeniably followed
She Who Fell: Memnoch. Loved him? Yes. And He only knew such adoration. Cunning, almond-shaped eyes fixated over two of His creations. The blonde feminine one. Lamia, Verdilak, Nosferatu.. Earthbound. She frowned. Vampire. A purely Atheistic creature.. one who doubted His plan. If
She Who Fell: only forgiveness could find this eternally damned one. The specific details were left unknown until finally she'd given a viewing advatage. Ah yes. The most telling details were given. Wings.. She had wings! But the face, classical, robust, the long, thin nose, the chine.. yet tgere was a ferocity in the
She Who Fell: profile. Mm.. The wings caught the angel's attention again. Such an evolved creature that protrayed characteristics which only they had seen in Heaven. She could see that now.. Reptilian, not feathered. The other one had been notable. It seemed that he, too, had served under His court. And also questioned His plan..::
Vivica Meramaiie: ..::vivica reached up her ebon talons and dug into the the trees bark and climbed up one or two branches shaded by the trees leaves and such she sat back straight looking to Akasha::.. Then call me naïve vampress ::she nodded her head lightly black coal twins peering out from the trees limbs, those eyes and her pale skin --
Vivica Meramaiie: --were all that shown between the limbs. She was going to speak again but was taken by surprise by the angelic shall we say woman who now appeared on the sceen, now her attention was cought and she sat motionless watching::..
Akasha Romanus: ::Her impatience almost at the end of its tether, she ground her bare heel against the dusty, gravel strewn ground, watching the woman as she ascended into the lower branches of the tree, obviously intent on avoiding the light as best she could. It was all she could do to stop herself launching an undeserved attack....oh how Armadeo would reprimand her. She hid her
Akasha Romanus: annoyance beneath a carefully maintained veneer of glacial calm, though her smooth brow was furrowed, tiny lines creasing the marble-like flesh at the corners of her predatory eyes as they narrowed further still. Chaus too was proving to be an irritation...grinning at anything and everything as if it were all very humorous::
Akasha Romanus: Well...other than a dramatic and charismatic bore who has stumbled unwelcomed into my territory, who, and what are you? ::The insult slipped out without her having intended it, so very odd with her dulcet tones, so soft and languid, and yet it was unmissable. She didn't let her distaste at her choice of words show though...her face remained unmoved, almost absent of expression::
Vivica Meramaiie: ..::vivica raised a brow at the woman her hands clutched the trees she seemed unaffected by the insult the woman spoke and now she just sat there waiting for the end of her sentence.. --
Vivica Meramaiie: --Who was she? Well was it not obvious? What was she? Even she herself hasn’t spoken the word in ages::.. I vampress are Victorian Izaku --
Vivica Meramaiie: --Meramaiie of the wyrms of old.. The first born of the hatebreed.. ::her words were light and carried that same long since dead accent as always. She tried not now to annoy the pretty vampress as she only meant to --
Vivica Meramaiie: --be civil. She was sure the mention of wym and the hatebreed would surely tip the vampress off without being entirely strait out::..
ChAus RaVendaWn: ::Suddenly Chaus sneered in utter fury, sensing a mighty presence. Orbs beginning to flame a bright white, that golden blonde transforming as well to a sea of lavender fire. The massive Archangel growled with anger, at this... this... presence he had sensed.:: Where are you?...
ChAus RaVendaWn: Show yourself... Now.. ::Chaus stepped back a bit, glancing to Akasha, and then to the other Vampiress..:: There is another presence, unlike anything I have sensed in centuries...
She Who Fell: ::My, this one did know things. It was a questionable idea.. But had it not been exactly what God had shunned them for? Disrupting His Plan. Oh, considering would be entirely blasphemous, and the Archangel knew it. His demanding qualities were
She Who Fell: less than appreciated, yet ignoring the recognition would surely place him in a position for mockery. Consequences.. Only once before had this lower Divine Being gone down to Earth in the form of man. If God denied this being of his light, it would go into hysterics. Fallen once before and shunned by
She Who Fell: His authority. The thought could have ceased any of the unfallen's singing and brought them to weep. Yes, that was the measure of their delight for Him. The angel's eyes produced a scowl, and in that instance a great concentration grew, which it had not summoned for millions of years. Matter drew forth from all over God's creation. Molding and swirling
She Who Fell: about to support one chosen form. Angels knew nothing of gender in their God given form. This time it had chosen female. Her voice was small and typically feminine, that is, the pitch was without mistake feminine, but she spoke with terrific self-confidence now, and so her words seemed to have authority, ratherl ike those of a man. There she
She Who Fell: appeared, with flowing robes and presumably lack of wings. Given a closer glance, they'd been towering above her form almost iridescently.:: ..And now I have come. What brings you to destroy such faith?
Akasha Romanus: ::Her response was automatic, though normally she would have restrained such actions until she was sure of the new being's intentions. For some reason she was picking up on a terrible malevolence, and she had no control over her reactions. The flesh on her back erupted with a ripe, moist, tearing noise, twin, bony structures forcing their way through the blooded mass,
Akasha Romanus: the sounds of their growth audible in grotesque groans of protest. It was mere seconds before they had formed a familiar bat-like frame, and a thin membrane began to ensnare them in a flexible and durable covering. Before long, they had finished their transformation, flight-appendages rather too large for such a diminutive
Akasha Romanus: figure, black as anthracite with an emerald lustre which stopped them from being utterly unpretty. She flexed them in readiness, "The General" leaving its well-oiled, leather sheath at her thigh with a metallic grating that always brought a grim, battle smile to her face. No longer was she the perfect simulacrum for what she really was, that imagery had been
Akasha Romanus: banished as soon as her own dark vitae had soaked her, and everything within an 8 foot radius. Now she appeared the very epitome of a predator, eyes flashing with keen anticipation, wings twitching as if they were separate entities...Things were getting interesting, but Akasha would not speak unless she thought her input was necessary...::
ChAus RaVendaWn: ::The massive Archangel continued with fury burning throughout his very veins. Lustrous pools of white pearl dust floating through the sky about him. His chest ripping with power, like an emplosion of pure goodness throughout his Angelic body.:: What brings me to destroy such faith?... Heh heh... Well, well, look who is talking. The very lady who fell because she couldn't obey the GOD DAMN rules! ::Sneers.::
She Who Fell: ::Such accusations astonished the Heavenly being. Its form had been rather large for a female, or human, really. Larger proportions and heaving appendages in the background. Slender arm rising in protest towards the fellow Archangel's words. His slurred human speech was puzzling.. Hardly what one would call angelic. Though thought be true, it
She Who Fell: had fallen. On the contrary, She Who Fell had been accepted back into the Divine Light of God. Blasphemers were given no mercy and it seemed that he in particular would never see the Light again. These thoughts aimed to penetrate his mind in an
She Who Fell: orderly fashion, as this trait had been common amongst their kind. The Vampire's fury had been acknowledged and 'she' had shaken her head in misbelief.:: Unworthy. ::It was unspeakable that such an individual roam the Earth in Human's flesh,
She Who Fell: proclaiming Holiness in God's name, when his only goal had been to distrupt God's creatures. An expression of sorrow and distaste fell over those projecting human features::
Akasha Romanus: ::Her distaste at being in their presence was obvious...Akasha had always seen these ethereal beings as pests, creatures which did not belong on this plane...in fact despite their fleeting comings and goings, she still found herself doubting the existence of heaven and hell. They could preach to her as much as they liked, but her logic always led her astray from finding any faith.
Akasha Romanus: All she knew, was that she would be visiting neither shore, neither than of heaven or hell, if she had any say in the matter...and Etoch certainly had no intentions of releasing her that easily. She straightened up, her arms hanging relaxed at her sides...Shw was interested to see how Chaus would handle the situation...would he
Akasha Romanus: flee like a coward or face up to the heavenly being. Akasha was willing to bet good money on the former::
ChAus RaVendaWn: ::The Archangel merely walked up to the Angelic creature, simply nodding. I am sorry. I believe we met wrongly. Name is Chaus Ua Quesias Ravendawn. Please to meet you... umm... --- ::It was obvious Chaus was expecting a name at any moment. Stepping back a bit, he held out his Angelic palm, with a half smile. he was still being precautious just in case, without a doubt.::
She Who Fell: ::It was all too human, his actions. There was a great understanding now that this being, Chaus, had been away from His Light for what could have been centuries or more. It had been accustomed to greeting other angels by kissing, as was the normal form of acceptance, but he'd probably have by
She Who Fell: forgotten now. His unusual rage made 'her' only turn from him to the female. Just had Michael had frowned upon Memnoch in his attempt at triumph. Feathered appendages fidgeted lightly and cast a shimmer of blinding light off of them from the sun's rays. Rather unlike God's, they'd been a harsh
She Who Fell: yellow which atoned everything in more bland colors. This was was not unlike Heaven, with its plumage and special growth among living things.:: Leave this place, dear Chaus. You'll only cause the worse. ::Gingerly staring upwards at the
She Who Fell: battle-ready preternatural being It felt such need to say something. An apology for all this pain. This lack of reason. Yet it would only come to complete and true understanding when she finally died. She had given a faithful gesture as if to pronounce unverbally the words 'I am sorry,' ferocious mane of hair
She Who Fell: wafting gently in the breeze. Only there would have been more to this gesture. In words unproposed. She would apologize for the vampire's misbelief. That even if God never cared for her, He Understood and she had purpose. She meant something entirely more important in his plan than a parasite among the mortals. Though would it be fair
She Who Fell: to call her Immortal? Of course this was truth in whole.::

Akasha Romanus: ::Oh but it was too good an opportunity to miss, Chaus' dismissal, and the battle smile was replaced by what could only be called a spiteful sneer. It vanished as quickly as it had arrived...all of her expressions were fleeting, as if they had no purpose upon her fine features, and were utterly alien to her. It was hard for some people to imagine her ever having been mortal:: Your
Akasha Romanus: apologies are wasted on me. ::Oh it was blunt and to the point, certainly, but there was no rudeness in it, it was not meant as an insult, in fact she found herself choosing her wording carefully around this one. Her tone was soft, words carrying upon the air just a moment too long to be normal, the timbre of it signalling her out
Akasha Romanus: as unnatural:: Your God gave us the freedom to think and believe what we wanted, did he not? I am simply putting that freedom to use, if that is the case...or perhaps...I am just not naive enough, to believe, and he is as vulnerable as all of the other so-called Gods that have fallen from grace, their apparent omnipotency proven a falsity. ::She returned the knife to its sheath,
Akasha Romanus: for if there was to be fighting, which she doubted by this point, a mere man-made weapon would be of no use::

ChAus RaVendaWn: ::Looks to the other Archangel, with a questionable look.:: Perhaps you are right, I have more imprtant things I must attend to, anyway. ::Looks back to the "newly-appeared" Akasha. Akasha, it was nice erm... talking to you... again... Yeah... Well, I must be off... Oh, and Akasha, don't hurt her... She means no harm to you... I assure you...
ChAus RaVendaWn: ::With that, the massive Archangel leashing himself back into "human" form. Although, still having those wings always did make him look a bit strange to the mortal society. Milliseconds later, the Archangel vanished on sight, a wisp of whiten pearl dusts forming in each and every dirrection, as he had made his exit.::
Sereibus: ::Moonlight bounded across the barren earth, Illuminating the vague outline of the vaste wastelands. A silhoutte began to take form in a dim portal of moonlight, Making his frame visible. Crimson pools glistened off the faint rays of light, Talons were visible on his outstretched wings, feet, and claws. The black tail extending from his rear twitched hear and there audibly,
Sereibus: A stitched-on grin curled on his malicious face baring his visible gnarling fangs. Twin horns extending from atop his head, As did matching ears which were laid back on his head. A gently breeze flushed out the eerie silence, As he began to land. His wings now tucked onto his spine, Gazing longily at the awkward inhabitants at the wastelands.
Sereibus: The demon began to ponder about gis presence here, Shrugging it off he focused watching for any unexpected movement from the three.::

She Who Fell: ::She raised her eyebrows slightly as she looked from the Vampire to the fleeing angel. Laughter rang out in Heaven. Laughter from one end of the skies to the other. Every single angel was laughing, and of course the laughing was melodic and filled with delight and wonder as always, but laughter it was, and not song. She stood there with perfect
She Who Fell: seriousness and utter amazment as the Archangel, one of fifty had descended from the area. Perhaps these around the Divine Presence could not audibly hear such mockery, but surely in the name of God, Chaus had been an outcast to Heaven. They had all witnessed his flight from the Earthbound one and
She Who Fell: 'herself'.. But the strangest phenomenom had occurred. God, too, had laughed, and was laughing, softly, with them, in unison, or in a leading rhythm, and only His laughter slowly died away, so did theirs. She could hear nothing from the Heavens any longer as boundingly a another form approached.
She Who Fell: Another Blasphemer. But the Fallen One had realized suddenly that some among the bene ha elohim had drawn close. At first she thought no. They were merely shifting among the great Light and it had been a mistake. Calculating eyes played over a demonic form and the angel's faux-human design
She Who Fell: had radiated softly with the Holy Glow::
Akasha Romanus: ::Her amusement at Chaus' rather sudden disappearance was not well concealed, and her ringing, silvery laughter, joined that of the heavens, though hear them, she could not. It ended abruptly, as she felt the approach of something altogether less "pleasant" approaching, and gave a rather annoyed sigh. It seemed the disturbances would never end this evening. Slowly,
Akasha Romanus: she turned to face the new threat, her posture relaxed, unbothered, her self-confidence obvious:: Has he possibly come due to your presence, Angel? Or is he simply another wanderer, lured here by chance? ::One brow arched in question as she indicated what was obviously a demon, making its way towards them:: It truly is sad that Chaus
Akasha Romanus: had to leave so suddenly, I'm sure he would have like to behere for whatever is about to occur.
Rage Xantelis: ::A thundreous roar was heard throughout the Heavens as well as the skies. Hell even shook with fury, as this creature was unleashed once more. Someone, something awokened it from its sleep. Today was not it's date to awake and whomever it was that this creature awoke for, was no doubt, powerful. The dirted crevices of the wastelands cracked with pure hatred. ast.
Rage Xantelis: Creatures of the skies flying in different directions, frightened to say the least. This horrible being was none other then the Chaotic Evil Rage Unos Exios Xantelis. An undead body it carried. For it was the rage within people, it was the very hate that locked there souls. But now it has came back, and with a mission.
Rage Xantelis: The clouds now transforming there normal light blur to crimsonic liquids of Rage. Shadows of Demons enlightened the sky, horrible screams from Hell were sounded as this creature, arose from his slumber. A hideous voice crashing the air as it spoke.:: Who dares wake me?!
Sereibus: ::A growl emitted itself as it escaped from his gnarling lips, Causing a seemingly eternal echo. Finally it died but the feral sounded continued to be audible. Those crimson orbs flickered with hatred, As swollen nostrils flared with the same hatred. Glaring daggers at the angel, His keen hearing noticed another prowler had arrived.
Sereibus: Perhaps another weakling, He heard the anger in the intruder's voice. Without turning, A sharp, stern tone pierced into the dense night air. I have awoken you fool...I will take care of you after the angel goes. Heaving a heavy breath, His lips curled into the same malicious grin.
Sereibus: Talons dug into the tough sand as giant footsteps hit the ground, Each step causing an audible thud. His clawed hand rose, The palm open in direct aim at the Angel's forehead. A onyx sphere of energy formed slowly,
Sereibus: An aura of violet surronding it. It was freed from the clutches of the demon, It was headed for the angel with such speed that the pale sand parted east and west. An insane cackle followed the release of the sphere of energy, Thus showing his hatred towards anything with a pure heart but espicially angels.::
She Who Fell: ::The glorious being had turned around to face this newly appeared disturbance. Ah, 'she' had known it were a foul idea. Adorning matter and retaining human form. Repeating the words gently in the angel's mind. Leave. You'll only bring the worse. Yet in the name of His plan, cowardice was no
She Who Fell: choice in the matter. Those wings were now apparent, huge, a moving uneasily, as if an inner tension caused her to work the invisible muscular apparatus to which they were attached. She looked perfect, irresistable, and wholly unalarmed. God would surely avenge any blasphemous activity that
She Who Fell: took place on His Creation.:: This is your way of making yourself known, isn't it? You desperate, lowly ejected One. ::Asking gently, she turned around, towards the demons. The wings vanished and she ascended towards them. Ambling slowly up to him in a very human manner, and past him. Sitting
She Who Fell: down gracefully on a moss-blanketed boulder. She absorbed the detail of his being. Her robe was hemmed in dust from the ground. There was a tiny bit of leaf, green leaf, caught in the long flowing tangles of her hair. The energy slowly dissipated through her form and crashed into a large land mass::
Rage Xantelis: No one. This, was what angered Rage the most. Angelic Beings sent from God. Demonic Beings sent by Satan. Couldn't any of them fight for themselves instead of having a diety stand up? Rage had to live with itself for centuries. "He" never believe in a "True Good" or a "True Evil", and he never had anyone or thing help him, what made them special? Perhaps they didn't even exist. Perhaps there were just
Rage Xantelis: "Creations made by the true existences", nothing more. In this case, God and Satan. Rage was not a diety, nor was he mortal or immortal for that matter. He was a thing... A thing that fought for itself, when it felt the need, and when it wanted to, nothing would stand in its way.:: Heh heh... You are pathetic, Demon.
Rage Xantelis: You can't be the one that is important enough to wake me! Begone. Yes yes, the Angelic Creature. That is what I want...

Sereibus: ::The creature seemed quite ignorant on the matter of this demon not being able to wake him, How foolish for him to be making his own assumptions. He rose in a cluster of sand that parted as his enormous wings flapped, Being lithe and agile he was as graceful as a swan in the air.Halting before the creature who dared defy him, He let out a deafing roar whiched boomed throughout the wastelands.
Sereibus: Smoke emitting itself through his inflamed nostrils, Shadows bouncing around them. The shadows represent the horde of demons that bounced up and down, The evil had arisen into the night. Nonchalantly he began to fall back to the earth, The talons on his feet burrowing into the thick sand. His claw extending with fingertips of sharp ebony daggers. Grasping the creature around his neck,
Sereibus: The claws did their best to sink into the rough textured skin. His fangs gnarling as a raspy voice hinted with fuming anger. Ah, But you underestimate me fool. Once I'm done with you the angel we be the next victim...

She Who Fell: ::My, my. Such feral behavior displayed by the beings here. And fully illuminated, the Love of God was in no way enhanced or enlarged or complicated by any question of tiny details for the Archangel. Once more she arose from her seated point atop the greenery coated boulder, she had come to a small pool of dirtied water, stilled within the lands of
She Who Fell: waste. She allowed ger foot to slip into the water itself, and watched the water swirl around her toes. The nails of her toes were ivory, perfectly trimmed. As she looked down into the churning, bubbling water, her wings became visible, rising straight up suddenly to great peaks above her, and one could see the moisture glittering as it coated the feathers.
She Who Fell: There was a commotion; the wings appeared to close, exactly like that of a bird, and to fold back behind her, and then to disappear again.:: Imagine now, the legions of angels, the multitudes of all ranks-and there are ranks-coming down to this
She Who Fell: Earth to fall in love with something as simple as this bubbling water we see before us or the changing color of sunlight as it pierces the gases surrounding the planet itself. ::The angel looked up serenely, eyelids lowering as she'd glanced upon
She Who Fell: the ground, seeming to pay little attention to the war going on to her side. God would allow them to destroy each other if he liked. And it would mean nothing. For He had not unstructed the angel to descend upon Earth this day. It was by her own arbitrary choice to instruct a fellow, misguided one, lest he place himself in danger. For It was a
She Who Fell: Watcher, and it would do as He created them to do.::

Rage Xantelis: Well, well... Foolish boy... You are more foolish then I had expected of you. ::Soon after those words rose from the things mouth an eruption of extreme heat and liquid cascaded the palm that dug into the skin of Rage. No one was to touch Rage. For if they had, the ultimate torture would have been set upon them. Thus, what was happening to the Demon this precise moment.
Rage Xantelis: Energies enhanced, flames burning through the very core of his talons, ripping through bone, and char-coaling the ridged skin.:: Heh heh... You, Demon, will never learn. Step aside. ::Milliseconds later, the massive arm of Rage unleashed itself toward the Demonic being, a slight push if you will. Something that would likely make good contact,
Rage Xantelis: but nothing that would cause any effect, except for a slight back pedal on the Demons part, before turning to this Archangel.:: Water is everywhere, water is even in my lair. ::Grins as if he was actually hinting something. Perhaps that she could start working for him, instead of God. At least then, she would be treated to some nice rotting corpses each night, something in which she would likely not find in Heaven, anywhere.::
Rage Xantelis: Take my hand, join my path, the true path. In my path, there is no "True Good" or "True Evil", it is just life... itself.

Sereibus: ::Being from Hell he had become immune to the infernos that had torched the weaklings of Hell. Thus the attack was reduced to nothing. However, His wing had collided with the arm the sharp talons on the end most likely would dig into the fool's chest. Increasing his grip on the creature's throat,
Sereibus: He began to feel a crushing sensation. Hoping the squeeze the damned zombieish head off..::

She Who Fell: ::The idea of the Fallen one 'joining the other side' was unthinkable and unimaginable. Even if she had chosen to, God would never allow it. As all of God's creations were created in His image, he held complete control over them all. Wings would disperse at the least, leaving it as vulnerable to mortal pain as anything. Forgiveness had been
She Who Fell: something It spent centuries working for. Never again would the Archangel be able to endure the loss of His Light. She shook her head in the negative gesture. Her eyes were changing. It was giving them that dull look like a dog who had caught the scent of the bitch in heat. Patiently waiting for the end result of the two's dispute, her hands folded carefully
She Who Fell: behind her.::

Rage Xantelis: ::This creature was really beginning to irritate Rage. Perhaps the being was not as foolish as he made him out to be. Perhaps this Archangel was the foolish one. For she seemed to be the one foolish enough to shake her head to his question.
Rage Xantelis: No one was ever to say no, or motion no to Rage. His true irritation seemed to fall upon the likes of her gesturing. Rage, swung his cranium backward to look the hideous beast right dead in those satanic twin pools.:: It is obvious you are not going to stop bothering me long enough to have a simple word with the lady.
Rage Xantelis: Do you want her too? Is that what is? Is that why you are here? Possibly. Well, Demon, let's kill her off, shall we? And then, maybe I shall go back to my eternal slumber... --- ::Looks back to the Archangel.:: in which I was so rudely awoken! ::Rage grimaced in evil dialogue, staring deeply into those Angelic orbs the woman carried amongst her perfect face.::
Rage Xantelis: I am sick of these so called "perfect" beings anyway. They tend to anger me quite often! ::Sneers with fury, ready to crush this pathetic Angel whom stood before him, fearless. Everyone was meant to fear Rage, yet she seemed so calm. Rage didn't like it one bit.::

Sereibus: No, I came here for Chaus not for the woman even though I would like to crush her but I must take my leave now creature. ::An onyx aura formed around him as he bursts into a flock of screeching bats. Flying off towards the thick, illuminating rays of moonlight. He had left the presence of evil at the wasteland hoping to return...Now vanished from sight, He had more impotant things to attend to..::

She Who Fell: ::The Archangels were anything but chaotic in nature. As had been stated before, they were created in His image, and could be little less than perfect. She stood, poised elegantly in her Angelic form. Exquisitely glowing while wings appeared ever again with the rise and fall of her advance. No, not there. Material, but not material as anything else.
She Who Fell: Immediately from behind, a near blinding light shone down past her, and into the eyes, if he had any, of Rage. Usually in the court of Heaven, there had been the lower ranks of Angels to stand with their backs towards Him, so that the light only reached the others through eloquent streaks. Fragmented rods they could admire without cowering from its
She Who Fell: brightness. The Seraphim, Ophanim, and Cheribim would all be there to hold it back. Something as pure as the Angel would surely be unaffected by the over-comings of Rage itself. Few thousands of slaughtered people were all it had taken to create itself. While God had been the creation of those
She Who Fell: very people, and unto Himself had been the source of over five billion people. Something such as this could cause the Fallen one little damage, indeed::

Skull Blackheart: ::Locks of platinum flowed down past deep pools of azure that seemingly absorbed into the charcoal colored night. A youthful, ebony face seemed expressionless. A marking of a serpent ran up his left cheek, Adorned in a a cut off pale yellow shirt. Extended clothes acted as sleeves, They were held down with onyx leather bands. Only his pale shoulder was uncovered.
Skull Blackheart: In his human presence, His keen senses smelt the once existence of the demon which in the past had been here. A bit of tension spread of his pale lips as the parted in a long frown. Matching onyx gloves covered his delicate palm, Being cut off at mid-finger. The pants were also the same colored which hung loosely over his boots. His appearence in human form but an aura surronded his presence,
Skull Blackheart: The fallen angel known as Skull walked the wastelands. Shifting orbs flickered towards the female angel then to the awkward creature who seemed a bit angered. Silently he leaned against a dead tree, Observing the strangers..::

Rage Xantelis: :Rage was no ordinary evil creature. In fact, Rage was only considered "evil" toward the opinions of foolish Angels, one such Angel stood before him, of course. Rage not "good", nor was he "evil". A mere reflection in life. A mere misunderstanding to certain beings. Most Angelics seemed to think they could overcome rage, but nothing can overcome Rage by a diety.
Rage Xantelis: For God would not tolerate such nonsense. If he would not let a being make his/her own choice, then what be the point of these things called "polls" and "debates", "conversations" if you will. God created such beings in His image, but he also gave them matter of choice on what they wished to do. Rage didn't feel like explaining, he was not about to.
Rage Xantelis: The creature would just become more irritated. There was no reason. But there was a reason to destroy this Angelic Blasphemer. She had the right to state her own opinon, but she did not have the right to upset Rage. No one had the right.
Rage Xantelis: Not the humans, not the other creatures that sulked the Earth, not even thse pathetic beings that believe they have the right to call themselves "Heavenly" Angels, or "Calloused" Demons. It was pathetic. It made Rage sick. A simple nod was all that came from Rage toward the Archangel, he was not in the mood for a Christianity Debate.
Rage Xantelis: Jerking his head back, he noticed Skull amongst the tree. Beginning to grin to evily to himself.:: Well, hello Skull, it has been quite a while.