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Post by lucien on Mar 18, 2006 22:08:54 GMT -5
Lucien rose from his grotesgue throne, clad in his armor of obsidian. He strode from his throne to make his final preparations before battle against that wench Moridanu.
As he walked, none dared look into his eyes nor stray into his path not even for a moment. The last unlucky creature that wandered across Lucien's path, had yet to die. That may seem generous, but it's fate was much worse than death. Every day it was brought to the brink of death, only to be pulled back to the land of the living by a cold, brutal hand.
He could hear the battle cry of his minions as he neared, they would silence the moment he stood before them. He had few preparations that still needed to be met, all but one was going to be completed in a short time. His minions were in a frenzy, they knew the time to spill the blood of Moridanu was closing in.
He stepped out onto one of the walls above his infernal army, immediatly silence fell, not even the wind dared stir. Surveying his minions with a sweeping glance, he decided it time, time to complete one more preperation. He lifted his wand, the end of which was glowing an intense green. The light at the end grew untill it was at least as big as Lucien, then he shot it forth ripping open a chasm straight to hell.
Demons flocked out first, immediately they proceeded to posses every one of his minons. Then came the ghosts, the apparitions, they would prove most usefull in the upcoming war. Lucien didn't even bother to watch as the rest of hell breeched the surface. The battle cry changed as hell spilled forth. The battle cry became "The Bitch Will Die!" The sound was as horrific as any would have expected hell itself to sound, it was music to Lucien's ears.
Yes, this time she will. This time she will.
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Post by Catrux on May 20, 2006 6:08:27 GMT -5
Lucien smiled, things were going as they should. Once he got her to trust him, he would most likely have her. "You are quite intelligent, one of the many reasons I brought you here. As for why I brought you without your consent, would you have come on your own? I think not, you wanted to forsake your demon blood Nakodai. Do not lose yourself. My cause is as justified as anyone elses." He looked again into her violet eyes, he for a moment thought about trying to dominate her, but decided it wouldn't be all to useful.
"I, and my troops, wish to bring about our revenge on the one called Moridanu. You would have your own legion of demons to command, the only two people you would have to answer to would be my self and Damien." Lucien kept walking, and touching seemingly random spots on the walls as he passed.
"I am the one called Lucien." His voice resumed its previous sound, like the voice of death should it have one. It was by no means an attempt to intimidate the demoness, and she would undoubtably know that.
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Post by Nakodai on May 20, 2006 9:04:47 GMT -5
When at last Lucien broke their gaze and turned away, Nakodai felt the breath leave her, as though suddenly released from a spell she had been under her whole life. Doing her best to ignore it, she paused, taking in everything he'd told her and trying to think where she had heard the name Moridanu before. Some myth her mother had told her when she was young? Something about a vessel for the goddesses… She shook her head, remembering nothing else, and continued after him.
She matched his strides again easily, her bare feet making scarcely a sound on the stone floor; and a few moments went by in which the two walked in silence down the seemingly endless hallway, Lucien reaching out every so often to graze the walls with his fingertips, Nakodai lost in thought beside him.
Her voice was quiet when she finally spoke, and she avoided his eyes. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
“… What did she do to you?”
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Post by Catrux on May 20, 2006 21:53:05 GMT -5
"She slayed our kin, and now threatens our existance entirely." What "Our" Lucien was talking about was entirely subjective, he had one thought about what it ment while she would no doubt have another. "Moridanu wishes to rid the world of Demons, "Evil," and the like. Now which seems more evil, her for wanting to start a mass purging of the world, or me and my troops for wanting to live? The only thing that makes me and anyone for that matter "Evil" is our beliefs. It is that simple, evil is subjective.
Lucien then turned down a corridor, leading to his throne. He stopped and faced Nakodai once more looking into her eyes. "So, what say you Nakodai, Cat-Demon?"
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Post by damien on May 21, 2006 3:18:00 GMT -5
Damien waited, and could somehow hear his masters words, and thoughts while he tried to convince the cat-demon to join the side of right. All the while this wretched horrible harlot woman Moridanu was plotting to rid us of our own existence, and we could nigh stand around anymore. Damien knew how important it was the cat-demon was to suceed in the battle. That was why he was waiting quite close, on call if he needed to be and was going to make sure that Nakodai was going to join up, or be slain a painful death.
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Post by Nakodai on May 21, 2006 19:14:07 GMT -5
Nakodai sighed, running a hand through her long raven hair. As much as she hated to admit it, his words rang true; stirring a kind of loyalty in her blood that she had not felt since the days of her pack, so long ago.
“Ill deeds beget only ill deeds, Lucien, and balance cannot be wrought though bloodshed. However…” She crossed her arms and thought for a moment more, a small frown on her lips; when she spoke again her voice was soft but unwavering. “It seems we have no other choice. Do not misunderstand me,” She continued, looking up at him, her gaze matching his in its intensity. “I will join you, but only because I believe it to be the right thing.”
“You do not have my full trust, not yet.”
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Post by lucien on May 23, 2006 18:36:40 GMT -5
Lucien sent a message to Damien that things were going as they should, and not to worry about the Cat-Demon. When she said that he did not have her trust, he made sure to have a slightly hurt/dissapointed look in his eyes. "Very well then, but untill you can trust me and I you, I cannot have you fight. I will not let anyone fight that either does not trust in me and my abilities, nor vice versa."
Lucien then turned sweepingly into his throne room, where Damien should be already waiting. The parts of the walls that Lucien had touched before opened a passage for Damien. "What is the status of the troups? Are they ready for Moridanu's first assault?" He questioned Damien as an old veteren. Part of what made Lucien so "Evil" was how manipulative he was, and how he was able to twist words the right ways so as to produce entirely different effects in people.
(OOC: Cue for Elyza to bust in anytime)
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Post by damien on May 25, 2006 14:42:24 GMT -5
Damien watched as his master walked in to the room. It was a splendid room. With gold and Jewels adorning the entire place. It didn't shine anything like gold or jewels though. It was almost like all the light in the room was being completely snuffed out. It never struck Damien as odd, or misplaced when his master would walk into the room, and the light would dim even more. Sometimes he swore that he saw his feet glow red when he walked, but that only happened on a few occasions. Damien knew how powerful his master was, and just figured that because of his power, and his essence being so strong that he sucked out the light. He was right.
Damien was a tall, skinny man. He is known for wearing his famous Crimson red armour. For that he has come to be known by his troops and others as "Crimson Death." He has fought most of his life, which has been undeterminable because he is an elf. Damien now watched Lucien as he told him everything went all right with the cat-demon, but to watch her. He strode in, and asked, "what's the status of the troops?"
"Troops are ready, and even willing to go on the attack and pre-emptive strike Moridanu's troops. We have recieved information about their exact location. We could set up ambushes for when they come my Lord."
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Post by Catrux on May 31, 2006 6:02:31 GMT -5
Lucien concidered a pre-emptive strike, but thought it may hinder his current standing with Nakodai. "Hmmm....have them prepare for a surprise attack when Moridanu's troops come." His gaze then shifted to Nakodai, "What do you think? Pre-emptive strike or no?"
OOC: Sorry its incredibly short but I am running short on time.
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Post by Domar on Jun 3, 2006 11:44:32 GMT -5
Suddenly the trumpets of the guard blared and the roars of demons were everywhere. A group of twenty men had approached the cavern with the armor of the enemy on, but the had with them the standard of Lucien. In the lead, holding the standard, was a man in his twenties decked with platinum armor. He watched as the possessed solders exited the cave to slay the newcomers. "Halt or be destroyed," he called to them. Not a single one listened to him. The men behind him began to tremble, not out of fear of the solders, but rather out of fear of what the man in the platinum armor would do. Last time someone didn't listen to him that person ended up in hundreds of peices in the blink of an eye. The worst part about it was that the blast was so powerful it killed many people who had done nothing wrong.
Luckily for them the man just stood their and said, "Shall I let forth the master you betrayed to deal forth punishment and retibution or are you going to let me see your new master?" Immediately the solders cowered if fear and begged for forgiveness. "I'm glad that you understand that the anger of a demon is far greater than that of any human." With that he walked into the cave to meet the man that had the power to summon such creatures without a gate.
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Post by lucien on Jun 4, 2006 15:50:23 GMT -5
Rather than wait for an answer Lucien turned and left in a hurry. Before he left he excused himself, but seemed distracted. Quickly he wound his way through the halls, leading him to the commotion outside. There stood a group of men dressed as the enemy holding his symbol. At first he scowled at them while searching them, untill he felt Hell itself. There was no mistaking which one it came from.
It came from the one who just called him a human and began walking toward the entrance. "I fear you have made a mistake. I am no human, nor is a demon's wrath worse than mine." All eyes whipped onto Lucien out of surprise since few if any were able to sense his power while he approched. One of his demons began pleading with him, seeking forgivness for having cowered at the man. Lucien merely touched him and the demon began screaming and writhing in pain. At the same time his energy flared up, returning to normal after he stopped supressing it. Many of the demons cringed as his power surged, a couple humans were sent to the ground.
Lucien looked closer at the man, in the platinum armor. All at once things made sense, he was Hell's keeper. Lucien smiled then questioned "What business have you, Keeper of Hell?" Lucien searched the man and found no inkling that he was of the enemy, but was genuinly here on his own accord.
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Post by Domar on Jun 4, 2006 18:13:17 GMT -5
"Hello there sire, I am Renthor," the man in the Platinum armor said with a smirk. *Now it makes sense. He is so evil that he could give some of the Greater Demons a run for their gold.*
(OCC when something is in between these ** then Renthor is thinking to himself)
Renthor took a look around and his grin grew bigger. Fear was thick in the air and he knew that IT was feeding off the fear. "I bring you a proposition from the master of the scum you summoned to aid you. IT wishes to show the other weaker demons of IT's realm that to betray IT is to seal yourself in a fate worse than death. If you allow this the master of which I speak will supply you with Greater Demons with which you can to what you please. Also I, and the meat bags behind me, shall help you in the upcoming war. This shall of greater benefit for you because I can supply you with more demons if a much less noticeable way than ripping open the ground."
He was watching the man in Obsidian armor turn the proposition over in his mind when the humans behind him decided that they no longer wished to be there. Without even turning to look at them Renthor faced his left hand behind him, with him fingers facing toward the ground, and each of them turned into solid ice and exploded. "Looks like the propositions changed. No meat bags," he informed the man in front of him with a satisfied smile.
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Post by Nakodai on Jun 20, 2006 19:25:05 GMT -5
Nakodai turned as Lucien strode past; glad as she was that he did not wait for a reply - for how could she answer a question of tactics when he had only just told her that he would not allow her to fight - it troubled her to see him looking so suddenly intent on something she could only faintly sense. With a sideways glance at the solemn-faced Damien, she bounded out of the throne room and down the narrow corridor after him.
She followed him a long way to what she could only guess was the outside, dark and barren as it was. There she saw a man or what looked like one, standing on the steps with a smirk and a terrible gleam in his eye. A crowd of demons stood nearby, and those who did not shrink from the newcomer’s gaze smacked their toothy jowls and fixed their beady eyes on the nervous-looking men that accompanied him.
This uneasiness became extremely apparent in the moment of silence following their master’s conversation with Lucien, and when she saw Renthor’s expression change, she knew what he would do.
Nakodai’s ears flattened against her head and she let out a soft noise, a slow hiss as she watched this armored man raze his human troops to the ground with a flick of his fingers. He smiled, and she scowled at Lucien’s thoughtful face, feeling the flecks of ice grow hot on her cheeks.
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Post by Catrux on Jun 23, 2006 23:27:10 GMT -5
Lucien merely watched and took in the man's powers. He is much more than merely a gateway, he has magick of his own. He could prove immensly useful. Lucien knew that he was followed, but cared little. She was a demon after all and would most likely in time feel drawn toward him, even more than now.
Lucien looked down at the writhing demon and clenched the demon's face. Slowly he pulled his hand away and somthing followed, as if being stripped from the body. Lucien was pulling the demon's essence out of it, once it was completely outside of the body it seemed to be absorbed into Lucien. The demon went completely still and crumpled to the ground. Lucien then re-fixed his gaze upon the man, an even more intense red burning in his eyes for a moment before returning to normal.
"We have a deal, I shall allow it to seek it's vengence. Come, i have just the place for this to take place." Lucien then turned and began leading them toward his little colosium or The Pit as many of his followers have dubbed it. Without looking at Nakodai, Lucien began to address her. "You come as well, surely you wish to see what you would be capable of if you trusted me and let yourself go."
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Post by Domar on Jun 24, 2006 11:54:24 GMT -5
Renthor stood there and waited for the man to make his choice. While he was waiting Renthor turned to the lady behind the man, slowly smiled, and nodded at her in a greeting.
Then the man in the obsidian armor said, "We have a deal, I shall allow it to seek its vengence. Come, I have just the place for this to take place."
As the man started to walk away the whispers started up again. He followed the man and walked passed the lady whom the man was talking to. He looked at the lady to see if she made any sign of hearing the whispers. There were times that the whispers in his head were so loud that he was amazed that no one heard them, this was one of those times, but the fact was that the whispers were in his head was probably why no one could hear them. He then continued following the man in obsidian armor and asked, "What may I call you by sire?"
(OOC: If the whole whispers thing confuses anyone just look at The Unholiest of the Holy thread in the History realm.)
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