Blayze

Thanks to both of you, I love them both, but I'm going to have to go for Ozy's, but thanks to ArunueShekamari anyway.

Hi there, guys, I'm planning a new look, so would it be possible for someone to make me a new avatar and banner? I need it to have a lightning theme, with lightning in the background either blue or purple. Also on the banner I would like the phrase: "Let chaos reign" In the foreground. Thanks

Name: Arel, Angel of Fire Gender: Angel, Male Form Faction: Heaven Appearance: Human form-In human form, Arel is of average height, with blue eyes, brown hair and tanned skin. He wears a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt, and black combat trousers and boots. Angel Form-Arel's appearance changes dramatically when he turns to his angel form. His hair turns flame-red and spiky, his irises turn red as well. His clothes remain same, although he sometimes sheds his jacket when he becomes an angel. He has large white wings which unfold from his back. Weapons: Flame of Justice-A sword which is made entirely of flame. It appears in his hand when he needs it and disappears when he no longer needs it. Powers: Fire-casting and manipulation abilities Personality: Arel is someone who you would expect to be on the side of Hell. He takes great pleasure in what he does best, and what he does best is kill demons. He hates demons with a vengeance, and will stop at nothing until they are all wiped out. This has gotten him into trouble more than once, however, when he has tried to destroy demons much more powerful than himself, and been beaten severely. He always comes back to finish a fight, though, and usually manages to. He has adopted a sarcastic personality, and also enjoys chain-smoking, which can never damage his health. Motivation: Arel was severely injured by a powerful demon when he was just a young, inexperienced angel, and this is what has driven him to become what he is today: a slayer of demons. He believes himself to be purifying the universe by wiping out demons, and is almost fanatical about his duty. Once, when he was young and cocky, he turned and joined Hell as a double agent, without telling God. He was found out by both sides, and was tortured by Hell, then returned to Heaven and punished by God. He now only reluctantly works for God, disliking him almost as much as he dislikes the demons of Hell. He is likely to turn against his former masters, and possibly against Hell as well. (Hope this is okay, ULX-this RP looks great)

Zuriel awaited Zoku's arrival with great anticipation. He stood, shaking with excitement, as Riku and Kerthra arrived back at the building, but without Zoku. "Where is he?" asked Zuriel, "Where is Zoku?" "We could not find him, sire. We suggest that you visit the area around the Hearts Covenant club to find your allies." Zuriel took off immediately, wihtout stopping to thank his servants. He ran at full pelt towards the club, where, outside, there was a fight taking place. A priest fired his handguns at Kuroichi. Dusk and Jinsei fought with their Night-Blades. A group of humans fought against Kuroichi's men. Zuriel drew the Harbinger, vowing that this was the last time he would use it, and thrust it into the sky. A pillar of red energy blasted from it's tip, piercing the black clouds. Rain fell on the street. The other warriors stopped fighting and looked in awe at Zuriel's weapon. Kuroichi merely laughed at his foe's inexperience with such a powerful weapon. Zuriel held on tightly as the energies ripped parts of the buildings around him away, throwing them into the vast night sky, then lowered his weapon and levelled it at the Silver-Haired Demon. The pillar of energy ripped through concrete as it hurtled towards its target. Kuroichi stood still as the energy blasted towards him, and blocked it with his arm. It drove him backwards, his feet tearing rifts in the asphalt, but did him no harm whatsoever. Zuriel couldn't keep it up, and cut off the energy. He stood, exhausted and disbelieving, as Kuroichi laughed. "Did you really think I would give you a weapon and the knowledge to defeat me? You are more foolish than I had ever imagined, Zuriel," said Kuroichi mockingly. The Silver-Haired one drew his own Night-Blade, and threw a beam of energy at the Angel King. It slammed into him, throwing him backwards into the side of a building. He fell to the floor, but got to his feet again. Kuroichi continued throwing energy at him, knocking him back into the building, until there was nothing left of the wall but a pile of rubble. Zuriel continued to get to his feet, shakily though it was. "You are resilient, I will give you that, Zuriel. But you will die!" shouted Zuriel's foe. Energy blasted into him, rippling the very fabric of the air around him. It threw him through the building, and out the other side, and the building, able to take no more strain, collapsed on Zuriel. Kuroichi stepped over to the rubble, and saw no movement. He had finally disposed of the Angel King. He allowed himself a moment of mirth, then turned and walked back to the battle. A hand burst up through the rubble, and Zuriel pulled himself out of the concrete. He was bloodied and beaten, but still standing. He spat out a mouthful of his own blood, and wrapped the Skull Sapphire's chain around his hand, clutching the gem itself in the palm of his hand. He held the Harbinger in the other, but he threw this onto the floor. It clattered as it slid away from him. He looked at the Sapphire, and it began to glow brightly. He drew power from it, becoming stronger physically. Then, as Kuroichi watched, something strange happened. An image of Abaddon appeared above Zuriel, and moved into his body. A bright light engulfed Zuriel, making Kuroichi cover his eyes. The light faded eventually, and Zuriel was left, but he was changed. His old dark blue robe was gone, replaced by a jet black one. A spiked gauntlet covered one hand and metal plates ran up his arm. A plate of armour was strapped onto his chest, with the symbols of the Myrkur Aniol engraved upon it. His eyes were icy blue, and his hair was now spiked up once more, and completely jet black. He was also more muscular somehow, and he radiated power. "Zuriel?" said Kuroichi in disbelief. He couldn't believe that his enemy, whom he had thought was weak, was in fact linked so strongly with Abaddon, the vampire he had killed in Australia. "Yes, Kuroichi. It is still me, but now I have Abaddon's blood within me. It courses through my veins, making me stronger than before." "How? Why would Abaddon blend his blood with one so weak?" "I'm weak, am I?" said Zuriel calmly, outstretching his hand and blasting Kuroichi backwards with a fireball. Kuroichi laughed, and Zuriel knew that the fireball hadn't hurt him, but had shocked him. Kuroichi lunged at Zuriel, swiping with his Night-Blade. Zuriel drew a longsword from his back and parried the blow, and the fight between the two warriors began...

Ivy got to the door, when Lee grabbed her arm and stopped her from leaving. He turned her around gently, and, without words, he kissed her on the lips, long and tender. "I feel the same way about you, Ivy," he said softly when they finally broke apart. ---------------------- [I]A couple of hours later...[/I] The door of the training room slid open, and Lee walked in, only to see Eric and the new guy, Julius, training frantically, with sweat darkening their shirts. "Hey Eric," he said. He turned to the new guy. "Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Lee," he said. "My name's..." "Julius. I know, I'm a telepath. And a telekinetic. It seems kinda unfair that I have more than one power, and also while I'm ranting like this, I'd just like to say I didn't mean to read your mind." "Don't worry about it, Lee," said Julius, outstretching his hand. Lee took it and shook Julius' hand. "So when does the next mission start?" Julius asked. "There's no use asking me, all that stuff is up to Commander Red and M to sort out. So, you never told me. What's your power?" "It's not really a power so much as highly developed cognitive functions. I'm a lot faster, and can think a lot quicker on my feet than most. That's pretty much it." "Cool," replied Lee, "Well, it was nice to meet you, Julius. I'd better get going." He turned and left the training room.

"Ivy!" Lee shouted, "I can see again!" He took three steps towards the door, then the sight failed, and he fell. He curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, almost giving up. "Lee, you can't give up now!" said Ivy, "You've been doing so well, and we're almost there. Just keep trying!" "But I can't keep a clear vision for more than a minute, and I'm concentrating my hardest on this!" "Well maybe you don't have to concentrate. You just have to clear your mind completely, even of things to do with you getting your sight back. Just try it." He sat back on the bed, and cleared his mind gradually. All the thoughts flowed out of his mind, and only a small glimmer of thought remained. He used this to visualise being able to see again, and suddenly, a flash of colour hit his eyes. He saw everything in perfect clarity. He could see Ivy, looking nervously at him, and he could see the room, and the bed, and everything. He waited for a minute or two, then cried out: "It happened! I kept it up! I can see!" He hugged Ivy, then ran out of the room on his own. He ran into the gardens, shouting to the world that he could see again. Everyone looked happy, even a new face who Lee didn't recognise. They all congratulated him. He took a scrap of material that had been hanging off his shirt since the happenings in Asia, and wrapped it around his head as a blindfold, but he could still see everyone in perfect clarity. He couldn't stop smiling, but then he saw Ivy in the corner of the room, not looking as happy as he had done. He walked over to her, and sat down next to her. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy for me," he said. She replied: "I'm so happy for you. But..." (OOC: Over to you Lyuann-you can finish this conversation off)

Name: Garrek Flynt Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: Garrek is a tall, imposing figure, muscular throughout his body. He has short, spiky black hair and ice-blue eyes, which a lot of people find scary and upsetting. He wears a black tunic, like a jacket buttoned all the way up, which has a high collar, and black combat trousers with black boots. His skin is pale, and his chest and back are deeply scarred. His hands are always covered by a pair of black leather gloves, for reasons unknown. Weapon: A long-handled halberd and black magic which he can channel through his halberd Abilities: FireBlast-He launches a ball of flame at his enemies from the blade of his spear, either killing them outright (weaker enemies) or damaging them (stronger enemies), then attacks with his flaming spear Division-Garrek runs at the enemy, dragging the blade of his spear along the ground, before jumping and slashing the enemy right up their mid-section, up their stomach and their chest Personality: Garrek is a very distant person, always far away in thought, but he is a nice guy once you get to know him. Mostly he is just misunderstood. Everyone sees him and thinks of him as a hard-man, a thug, but he is in reality an intelligent addition to any team, giving good advice to everyone in their times of need. He has a very troubled past, however, and a lot of his history is black and disturbing. He is what he likes to call a warrior mage, a person who fights using brute strength and fighting skill as well as falling back on his magic attacks. He is a very skilled combatant, almost undefeated in the training circuit, but he has not had a lot of experience fighting out in the real world.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Awesome as always, kairi! Nice one. [B]Name:[/B] Abaddon, King of the Pit [B]Creation:[/B] Demon [B]Sex:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] Strangely, Abaddon is not the huge, commanding figure you would expect him to be. He is taller than the average human, and more muscular and well-built, but he is by no means the biggest demon. His jet-black hair is spiked into twisted horns, and his eyes glow red when he is angry. Normally the irises are red, but the rest of the eye is normal. He wears a long black cloak with only the right sleeve still attached. The left arm is bare, and covered in tattoos of snakes, dragons and all things ungodly and foul. These tattoos glow when he is powering up. He has huge black feathered wings on his back, which add to his air of importance and power. He can fold these wings in when he is diguising himself as a human. [B]Personality:[/B] Abaddon is a sarcastic but vastly intelligent demon. He speaks in an English accent, as he most admires the British for their wit. He laughs and jokes around with other demons, but when he enters a battle he is like a berzerker, becoming completely serious and focused on his goals. [B]Bio:[/B] Abaddon was one of God's top archangels, until he heard Lucifer's point of view and rebelled. He was cast down from Heaven by God's own hand, not by any archangel. He has become known as the Destroyer, mentioned in the Book Of Revelations in the Human Bible, and is one of Lucifer's most loyal soldiers. He controls all happenings in the Pit, and has a great friendship with Charon, the boatman who ferries the dead across the river Acheron. He must keep a close eye on the lower levels of Hell, from the fifth level, the City of Dis to the ninth, named Cocytus, home to the three greatest traitors of all time: Judas, Brutus and Cassius, as these levels are where the most trouble occurs. Even with his less-than-imposing figure, all demons in the Pit are afraid of Abaddon. He now fights with Lucifer in the final battle between Heaven and Hell, catching the humans in between. He commands every demon in the Pit, even the most foul, and uses each and every one of them to fight the angels with all their power. He has raised demons and locusts from the Pit to fight for him. He is one of Lucifer's most feared warriors. [B]Power:[/B] Flame of the Pit-Abaddon creates and controls black fire from the very Pit of Hell itself, which he channels through his body. [B]Weapon:[/B] The Sword Of Damnation-A longsword, completely black, which wreathes in black fire when he fights with it. (OOC: I hope this is good for you, kairi, PM me if it's not)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Zuriel's cloak billowed in the wind as he turned to leave. Dracula being friendly with an enemy? He must be more foolish than Zuriel had believed. He left the two vampires embracing, and stepped out into the cold night air. He began to shiver from the cold, something which didn't used to happen to him. [I]Being without the Harbinger has drained my power[/I], thought Zuriel, [I]I must take it up again, or I will be weakened.[/I] * * * Zuriel found the Harbinger where he had locked it, and felt it vibrating with power, and some sort of need for being with him. He placed it in the leather straps on his back, and felt comfort and relief flow through him. He might not need it to fight, but he was beginning to depend on it to live. He sighed with relief, and turned to look at himself in the mirror. He saw a filthy, ragged figure staring back at him. His eyes were bloodshot, and had thick dark rings under them. He looked thinner than before, and his hair hung down in lank locks over his eyes. He was a shadow of his former self. He walked outside, and felt the Skull Sapphire tingle around his neck. He took it out from under his cloak and saw it glow. It had stored up too much power, and some needed to be freed. He found an empty construction site, and fired a few blasts into the ground. To his surprise, only a few skeletons emerged, only three or four at the most. They reached into the darkness, and pulled it onto themselves to form black cloaks, which seemed to absorb light from the surroundings. One of them stepped forward. "Greetings, Zuriel. We are the Council of the Skull. We are here to aid you in your time of need," he said in a gravelly, raspy voice. "My time of need?" "You are becoming drawn in by the power of the Harbinger. It will consume you. We are here to prevent this from happening. We are your humble servants." "Well, you'd better stay out of my way!" "We will do anything as long as you command it, sire." "Good. Well, firstly you must find Zoku and tell him to meet me. Can you do that?" The lead skeleton signalled to the two behind him, and they moved off at incredible speeds. "Secondly, I need names to call you by. You may choose them yourselves." "We already have names, sire. I am Fardoch, this is my second-in-command, Zaphier, and the two who have left are Riku and Kerthra. Do you wish anything else, sire?" "Just for you to leave me alone when I am talking to Zoku. Understood?" "Clearly, sire." (OOC: I just thought if everyone else is getting servants to help them, why can't i?)

Lee sat on the bed, not knowing if he was looking at Ivy or not. He wanted to be able to see again, and this looked like the best way to do it. However, he didn't want a lot of human contact right now. He was feeling down, understandably so. He moved his sight to where he thought Ivy was sitting, and looked at her for a long time, before saying: "I would love it if you could help me, Ivy. I want to be able to see again, I don't care if it won't be as well as I used to be able to. Please help me." "I will, Lee, I will do everything in my power to help you to see again." "Thank you, Ivy. I would hug you but I don't know where you are." She wrapped her arms around him, and he held her tight in his arms, whispering thanks, trying to hold back the tears that were flooding out.

I'd have to say my favourite classic rock bands are Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Cream, and Queen rock as well. I'm beginning to get into Rush as well, but I haven't heard many of their records. I also find it quite impressive that bands like Motorhead are still around, even thought they have been ging for 30 odd years. Although I will tell you, the sight of fat aging Motorhead fans taking their shirts off at gigs is not a pleasant one.

(OOC: Umm, Kiba, Lee wouldn't say he wanted to see the HellKnight one last time, because he is blind. Just thought I'd mention that) Lee stood at the HellKnight's cage, feeling his life essence ebb away. He felt the pain of the Knight as it died. He sighed, feeling a great presence leave the world. He looked away, and then used the code he had been given to open the Knight's cage. He walked slowly in, feeling that the Knight was dead, and stood over the corpse, feeling the power around the body. He knelt down to touch the Knight's face, feeling it's last thoughts, when it moved, and grabbed him round the throat. It began to throttle him, choking the life out of him with it's extraordinary strength. He turned blue and fell to the floor. Suddenly, in a burst of colour, he saw the Knight, and drew his sword, ramming it through the Knight's head. A shower of blood splattered all over his face, and the sight left him again. The Knight fell on top of him, and he gasped to get his breath back. He sat up, and lifted the Knight off him with his powers, dropping it on the floor. He stood up, and felt his way out of the cage, locking the door behind him and leaving, going back to his room...

Ok, if any of you have read my last post, you will know that Lee is now blind. He is not permanently blind, just for a while. The viper's venom didn't hit him directly in the eyes, so it won't have it's full effect on them. He will be blind for the rest of this mission at least, but if the worst comes to the worst, he will always have his new-found telepathy to fall back on.

They found the hole that Andy must have fallen down and jumped down it, one after the other. They fell a short distance into a network of underground tunnels and viper-holes which all seemed to interconnect. They began to walk along them. It was fascinating, seeing what these completely blind creatures could do with just the power of hearing. They seemed to have an entire community worked out underground, where they could all co-exist peacefully together. Lee trudged along the tunnel, trying to find any sign of Andy. He looked for scorchmarks or anything. He smelt the air, and found a hint of burnt flesh. That was probably where Andy was. He turned a corner and came face-to-face with a colossal viper. It opened it's jaws and spat at Lee. He covered most of his body, saving it from the corrosive venom, but the black substance hit his eyes. It burnt, and then everything went black. He was still conscious, he knew because he could still hear and smell eveything that was going on, but he couldn't see it. He fell to the floor and gasped, clutching at his face. He heard vague sounds of Ivy shouting at the others to help Lee, and then a wet splat as the viper exploded, probably due to Ivy. A hand gripped his shoulder, and he felt himself being hauled out of the tunnel. He lay on the ground, shaking, his body covered in cold sweat. He was blind. He couldn't see. After a while, they walked him back to the hotel, and he lay down on a bed and fell asleep, exhausted from the day's activities.

Lee had managed to lodge himself in the viper's throat, so as not to fall into the corroding acid of it's stomach. He was holding onto the cartilage inside the viper's throat, making it cough and spasm wildly. He grabbed handfuls of the cartilage and began to pull it around, causing the viper's spasms to increase violently. It coughed him out, onto the hard ground. "Ew," he said, dripping with saliva, strings of it almost sticking him to the ground. He stood up, and shook the worst of the sticky mucus from his body, then looked around for some kind of weapon. He saw a dead tree sticking out of the ground, its sharp branches itching to be used as a weapon. He ran over to it and ripped one of the branches off, then looked at it. "Am I going crazy? That won't help me." He dropped the branch and used his powers to grab the entire tree, and uproot it. It broke from the ground easily, the rotten roots breaking at he slightest hint of tension. It floated in the air next to his until the viper was in the optimum position. Lee drew his handgun and fired into the viper's forehead. It screeched and pulled its head back. He launched the tree at it, and it slammed straight into the viper's neck. Black blood oozed from its neck, hitting the ground in large gobbets which slammed and broke apart as they hit the ground. The viper fell, and Lee held it up with his powers. This time it was a great strain to hold it up, and he almost dropped it on himself a couple of times. He moved well out of the way, then hurled the viper skywards. It flew upwards, then smashed into the ground, cracking open gashes in the landscape. He waited for a second, the heard the movement underground. The ground shook, and the last two remaining sandvipers burst forth from the ground, erupting from it like colossal geysers of flesh and blood. Lee drew both his handguns and fired into the back of one of the viper's heads. It turned and heard where the noise was coming from. It moved rapidly towards Lee, who took a grenade pack from his bag. He threw it away from him. One grenade exploded, so the viper moved towards the sound. As it got to the grenade pack, the rest exploded, showering the surrounding area in viper entrails. Carl slid out gracefully, and landed on his feet, covered in blue-black ooze. "Thanks a lot," he said to Lee sarcastically. "Any time." Lee winked at him, and laughed, forgetting about something. He turned around, and the second viper swallowed him whole...

(OOC: Ok, so maybe Jun wouldn't be crying, but it helps with the story if he is. Maybe he's weeping in a manly way) Kane and Kala were ready to go, and standing in Zack's old bedroom, armed to the teeth and ready for battle. Jun entered, his two swords sheathed at his sides, followed by Lyon, holding his staff and the hilt of his sheathed sword, and finally Jack entered, his sword shining in the dull light of the early morning. "Are you all ready to go?" asked Jun. They all nodded, and he flung open the doors to Zack's cupboard. They all began to descend down the stairs, into darkness... [I]Meanwhile...[/I] The Destroyer saw what Sam had done to his demonic horde, and laughed. "Sam, do you really think I would be foolish enough to allow my demons to be killed by you? That was merely a small percentage of what is to come." Winged demons flew down from the roof of the cavern, and swarmed towards Sam. She slashed at them with her knives, but there were far too many of them. She was bogged down, about to fall, when a wall of flame burst forth and engulfed them all. Sam turned and looked, seeing Jun running down into the cavern, followed by the other elementals, his hands smoking from the production of fire. The Destroyer saw them and laughed. His cloak flapped in the breeze that was now rushing through the cavern. He raised his hands, and electricity burst forth from them. Bolts of purple energy flew from his outstretched hands and threw the elementals against the walls. His face was contorted with rage and insanity. They were all dying. The pain was too much for their bodies to handle. Kane was smashed against the wall, crying out with pain, but he managed to move his hand. He used some of the gravity in the room to make a huge disc of gravitational energy, and threw it at the Destroyer. He was thrown backwards, and the electricity stopped, dropping them all to the ground, where they lay in pain, gasping for breath. "You won't get away so easily, angels!" he cried, "Demons! Attack!" The demon army charged from the shadows at the six angels, who stood their ground and began to fight... (OOC: I'm just gonna come out and ask this: are Heero, kairi and Garelock still in on this? It's just that they haven't posted for a while. If anyone could find out where they've got to then that would be really helpful)

This sounds like it could be a good, well-structured RP with the manic touch of the Looney Tunes. I've done some research and found out about this new show-it kinda freaked me out when I first saw it, I must admit, but I'm beginning to come around to it. I'd really like in on this one, and I'm thinking I'd want to go for Wile E. Coyote. He's so cool, and silent... Please let me know when this starts.

I have decided, with great regret, to cancel the sign-up and close down this RPG. While your sign-ups were great, ShadowsRebel and natchan, it is just not what I wanted it to be when I started it. Its nothing to do with either of you, its just that I have decided I have much more important things to be doing, and I needed to get my priorities straight. Who knows, maybe this will start up again later on, but for now I think I will just leave it where it is and finish it before I get too into it. Thank you for signing up, and sorry again, Blayze

Kane and Kala wandered the streets, knowing instinctively that Gabriel was somewhere here in the city. They were drawn to him by some sort of angelic connection. They went to the docks, and saw a young man, dressed in a white suit with black shoes, standing quietly, looking at the ships go past. What was strange about this was that he was standing on the water. "I guess we've found Gabriel," said Kane. The man turned at the sound of his name, and walked back to shore across the water. He took a large step up onto dry land, and smoothed his suit. He had shoulder-length brown hair and startlingly blue eyes. His face was smooth and kind. "Did someone call for me?" he asked in an upper-class British accent. "Yes, we did," said Kane, folding his wings back into his back, "Are you Gabriel?" "Yes I am, and you shouldn't be afraid to let your wings out every once in a while, Kane. I have a pair just like that. Look." An enormous pair of white wings unfolded from his back, much larger than Kane's. Kane let his wings out a little, just enough so that the wind could blow through them. "We need your help," said Kane. "I know. You need one of my keys to open the door to Hell so you can rescue your friends. Unfortunately I can only open a door to Hell one way. Once you were there, you would have to find your own way back out again." "That shouldn't be a problem," said Kane. Kala was hanging back, looking terrified at the thought of going back to Hell. "Very well, then. If you wish to go to Hell, then that is your choice." Gabriel concentrated, then threw a bolt of golden light at Kane. It his him in the chest, and he glowed all over. He grabbed Kala, and she glowed as well. The light shrank, taking them with it. "I hope you know what you're doing," said Gabriel, "For the sake of us all." [I]Hell...[/I] Jun, Jack and Lyon fought furiously against the demons, but there were far too many of them. They had never faced such overwhelming odds, even when they were fighting against Kelthor. Their weapons were bloodied, but so were they. They had been hurt, in some cases badly, even though they had managed to take so many demons down with them. Bodies of demons littered the floor, laced with black blood, mixing with the blood of the angels. "We can't do this for much longer!" shouted Jun. "Three angels can't hold back all of Hell!" replied Jack. "The others will return soon!" said Lyon. A bright white light shone above them, and grew until it blinded them, and fried all the demons. They fell, burning to death from the pure light. Two figures stepped out of the light, and it faded. Lyon blinked to get the spots from his eyes, and saw Kane and Kala step out from the light. His face lightened, and he embraced both of them. "I'm so glad you're okay!" he said. He saw Kane's wings, and looked impressed. "Where's Sam?" asked Kane. Jun, Jack and Lyon looked at each other sheepishly. "Dawn took her. She must be with the Destroyer now. Who knows what he's doing to her," said Jun, his eyes filling with tears of rage and sorrow. "I'm sorry," said Kane, embracing the weeping Jun, "I'm sorry I wasn't here to help her." "How did you get back here?" asked Lyon. "We found a few helpful people along our way," replied Kala. "Where did you go?" "Well, the first portal took us to a desert. Then we found another portal which took us to Heaven, where we met the angelic version of Zack, and then Kane killed Dusk and he gave us information on how to find you and the Destroyer. Then we met the angel Gabriel and got a key to come to Hell to get you back." "And how did this Gabriel say we could get out of Hell?" asked Jun, wiping the tears from his eyes. "He didn't exactly. He told us he could only get us a gateway one way, and we would have to find another portal in Hell to take us back to Earth, and God only knows where on Earth that will take us," said Kane. "Good," said Jun sarcastically, "So we're in Hell, we've lost one of our team-mates to our enemy, and we can't get out of Hell. What next?" As if in answer, a bolt of fire shot down from the sky and hit the earth in front of them. A flaming wormhole opened in front of them, and Jun shrugged and stepped through it. The others followed him. They emerged in the garden of their own temple. "That was lucky," said Jun. "Not luck, just helpful friends," said a voice. They whirled around and Osiris was standing there. "Osiris!" shouted Jun, embracing his angel, "How did you know where to find us?" "Well I thought to myself; where's the place with the most danger that Jun could get himself to? And then it came to me: Hell. The place he spent so long in when he merged with his demon, and the place where there were the most demons you could think of." "Good thinking, Osiris," said Kane. "And what of Sam?" he asked Jun. Jun looked at the ground. "She was taken by the Destroyer's men," he said. "Where was she taken?" "I know." Everyone turned to look at Kane. "Dusk told me where to find the Destroyer just before he died. He said he was hidden in a cavern miles beneath our own temple. All we have to do is find the entrance to this cavern, and then we find the Destroyer, and Sam." "Well, I think I know where we can find the entrance," said Jun. He led them to a room of the temple none of them had ever been in before. "I've been wondering what this room was," said Kala. "It's Zack's room," said Lyon, "This is where Zack used to sleep." "And where is Zack now?" asked Jun. Lyon's face lit up. "He's the Destroyer! So where else would he put an entrance to his new lair than his old room?" "Exactly." Jun pushed open the door, and there was Zack's old room, adorned with carvings of lightning and the prophecy of the elementals. Jun walked to his cupboard, and opened the doors. Inside there was a huge, dark stairway, leading downwards. "There is the entrance to the Destroyer's cavern," said Jun, "But we're not going down yet. We can't go down there unprepared and still injured from the last fight. We are going down to rescue Sam first thing in the morning. I will warn you, though. This could be our last night alive, so do with it what you will, but enjoy it as you may never have another. Goodnight," he said. They all went away to their own rooms, Kane and Kala went into Kane's room. The Destroyer watched them all, Kane and Kala making love, Jun sitting in Sam's bedroom, crying on her bed, Jack preparing for the battle ahead, and Lyon meditating calmly in his room. "So," he said, turning to Dawn, "The elementals know where to find me, no thanks to your brother. But we shall be ready for them, and this will be the last night they will ever see!" He laughed, and Dawn joined in. The Destroyer moved over to where his army lay ready. Demons in their thousands, all ready for battle. There were hundreds of times more than the angels had fought in Hell, and they were all more powerful. The angels stood no chance...

Zuriel sat on the chair with his head in his hands. He had caused the destruction of his own building? He couldn't believe that. He looked at the Harbinger, which was still in his hand, and he felt the destruction that it had caused tonight. He left the building and strode out to the dock. He pulled his arm back, and hurled the Harbinger into the water. He felt a weight lifted from his chest. He went back inside, and on the chair where he had been sitting only moments ago, was the Harbinger, dripping wet but still in one piece. He cried in anguish. "Why do you insist on haunting me so? Why must I carry this burden?" He dropped to his knees and began to cry, fat tears dropping from his eyes onto the floor. "Because you were the one chosen to carry the Harbinger," said a voice. Zuriel looked up and saw Abaddon standing in front of him. His black wings had become even more majestic since the last time Zuriel had seen him. "Abaddon," he said, "How I have longed to see you again. I never got a chance to thank you for your help with the Skull Sapphire." "I don't need thanks Zuriel old friend. Just the satisfaction of seeing you succeed is enough. But this Night-Blade. It is a powerful weapon, as you have seen twice before. But you must not use it's power for the wrong reasons. You have used it to kill a horde of Blood Spawn, and to fight the Fallen Angels. You have used it for reasons of anger, of rage, but you must first learn to control the energies inside you, before learning how to control the energies of the Harbinger. The Blade will only respond to your command once you have total inner peace." "How will I do this?" asked Zuriel, getting to his feet. "Find Zoku. He will teach you how to control yourself, as he has done for Dusk. Find him soon, and your problems shall be over before you know it." And with that, Abaddon disappeared. Zuriel grabbed the Harbinger and locked it away, keeping it safe until he had learnt to control himself.

Soon, they were both showered and had dressed in the new, clean robes laid out for them by the angels. Kane's was black, and hooded, with a red pair of wings on the back, adn Kala's was purple with a pair of wings on the back that were the same green colour that was in her hair. They smiled at each other, and kissed, then left the room holding hands. They went out into a large courtyard, where the angel Zack was waiting for them. He smiled and opened his arms wide, and a friendly, plae white glow radiated from his form. He embraced Kane and Kala, and kissed them both lightly on the forehead. They smiled even more, until the angel fell to the floor, a sword through his back. Blood spilled out onto the ground, creating a large pool around the angel's body. Kane and Kala looked up from the angel's body, and saw Dusk. He had just thrown his sword, and killed Zack. Kane drew his sword, and it flashed in the pale light. Dusk held his hand out, and the sword jumped from the angel's body to his hand. "So this is where we finally fight, is it angel?" he said in his deep, gravelly tones. His sword and the mark on his breastplate glowed with a silver light, and his wings spread out, becoming larger than before. "You will pay for killing Zack!" shouted Kane. His own wings spread from his back and glowed a soft white. He looked furious. Kala gasped at this sudden transformation, and ran to hide under the huge stone steps up to their room. [I]Meanwhile...[/I] Sam, Lyon, Jun and Jack were surrounded by demons, and fire spouted up from the ground all around. A bright golden light burst forth from the air in front of them, and Dawn appeared, his sword and armour glowing with golden light. "My master has a use for you, girl," he said, grabbing Sam and disappearing into the air with her. His voice was left. It said: "Kill them all." The demons charged at the three angels, swinging their blades. [I]Heaven...[/I] Kane's blade struck Dusk's, and sparks flew, silvery-white showers surrounding them. They clashed again and again, but neither of the warriors could land a blow properly. Kane swung at Dusk's head, but he ducked out of the way, and swept Kane's feet, but he jumped over the weapon. Dusk held his hand out, and strands of silvery light flowed rapidly from it, striking Kane in the shoulder, knocking him off balance. Dusk thrust his blade at Kane's chest, but he moved out of the way. It still caught him in the shoulder, however, and sliced straight through the skin and muscle. Silver sparks flew into the wound, causing even more pain, and blood ran down Kane's new robe. Dusk was hunching as Kane fell to the floor in pain, and then, as Kane hit the ground, he thrust his sword up into Dusk's stomach. It cut the armour apart, and then crunched through bone and cartilage. Blood rushed down the blade, and covered Kane's hands. Kane got to his feet, and Dusk fell onto his back, clutching the sword. Kane withdrew it, slicing open Dusk's hands as well. Dusk gasped, his breath now rattling through his lungs, raspy and ragged. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and Kane walked over to him, holding his shoulder to stem the flow of blood. "The Destroyer's minions are no match for the angels, Dusk. You found that out the hard way. Now you are dead because of your servitude to the Destroyer. That's what you get for siding with evil." "Wait...Kane," he gasped, "I...didn't want to help in the deaths of all those people...Dawn joined him...and wherever Dawn goes...so must Dusk. I can't make up completely for what I have done...but I can give you this information...the Destroyer is based in a cavern far beneath your own temple...get to your temple...you can get to the Destroyer. And...to find your friends...you need to find an angel called Gabriel...he holds the keys to the inter-worldly gates. He will allow you access to Hell to rescue...your friends." He sighed, and then his eyes went blank, and he was dead. Kane turned away from him, as his body shattered into millions of tiny stars, all made up of the same silver light that emanated from his sword. His sword stayed, and Kane picked it up, and carried it back to their bedchamber, where he collapsed on the bed, blood leaking out of the wound Dusk had given him. He managed to get up to wrap it in bandages, and wait for his rapid healing to take effect. He folded his wings into his back as Kala came through the door shyly. "Kane?" she asked quietly, "Are you alright? That sword must have hurt." She sat down next to him, and kissed him lightly. He kissed back, and then went over to the cabinet where he had lain his sword down. It was glowing, and so was Dusk's. They both glowed with blinding light, so much so that Kane had to cover his eyes from the light. When he looked again, the light had gone, and there was only one sword. It looked like Kane's old sword, only cleaner, and it seemed to glow slightly. There was an inscription on the blade. It said: "From Dusk and Dawn there must also be a Noon. The brothers will unite against their former master." Kane looked confused, and then laid the weapon down again. He walked back over to Kala, and kissed her on the lips again. "I guess we should go and find this Gabriel then," she suggested. He nodded, and they left the room together. (OOC: ..., you told me you wanted to be captured by the Destroyer, so now you are. Don't worry, though, we will rescue you soon enough)

[SIZE=3][COLOR=DimGray][FONT=Arial Narrow][U]London[/U] It was a quiet, still night in London. The day-birds had gone back to their nests, and the night-birds had come out. The bats were flying around, and there were no clouds in the sky. Just a clear, bright full moon and a sky full of stars, twinkling like fireflies. Everyone in the city was at home by now, with their families and friends, or on their own if they preferred it that way. There were just a special few remaining on the streets. One of these was an elderly man, probably drunk, who was staggering back and forth like he was taking part in some sort of clumsy dance routine, and holding a bottle in his hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. He wore a brown overcoat, falling down below his knees, and a pair of moth-eaten trousers. His shoes were battered and broken, and the toes were worn through. On his hands was a pair of worn, fingerless gloves, which had been badly repaired many times before. His hair was shoulder-length, dirty brown with grey patches, and greasy. He had a scratchy beard of stubble, and his teeth were crooked and yellowing. His eyes were both of different colours, one being clear, crystal blue and the other being a very dark green. He stumbled along, and somehow found his way into a dark alley. He stumbled into the metal rubbish bins, knocking them over. Rubbish fell out onto the cold street, blowing away on the breeze. He lay on the ground where he had fallen for a moment, and then apparently decided to sleep there. Three young men ran up to him, and they saw that the old man was drunk, and possibly quite ill as well. They were well-dressed, wearing long dark coats and leather gloves over suits, and their hair was styled professionally. One of them was kneeling by the old man, checking his pulse rate and his pupils. ?Guys!? he shouted to the other two, ?We?ve found him! Finally we got him! This is the one we?ve been looking for!? ?Seriously?? asked the second. He took one of his gloves off and held the old man?s head up by his chin. He looked into both of his pupils for a moment, then nodded and agreed with the first man. The third, who obviously had some sort of authority over the other two, shoved them aside and grabbed the man?s head. He put on a pair of glasses, and looked carefully into his eyes. He saw something behind the eyes, a power that wasn?t there for most humans. It was him! They hauled the old man to his feet, and propped him up against the wall. He stood, quietly mumbling into his chest. His mumbling grew louder and louder, until it was like a steam train going along the tracks. He stopped as suddenly as he had started, and opened his mouth wide. A purple-coloured mist floated gracefully out, and then spread out into the air, disappearing after a few seconds. He stood facing the three men, and spread his arms out wide. He opened his eyes, and saw the three men looking at him fiercely. He merely smiled and spread his arms further apart. ?You may do to me what you wish now,? he said in a surprisingly clear, well-spoken loud voice, ?My work here is done.? The three men looked at each other, and nodded. The leader lifted his hand up, and fire wreathed around the fingers, flicking up into the air in tiny showers of sparks. Soon his entire arm was aflame. He walked slowly up to the old man, and ripped open his shirt. The old man?s ribs were sticking out, and his skin was like paper. Liver spots covered his pale body, and there was very little hair to protect him. The man grabbed his throat with one hand, beginning to squeeze with a grip that would crush the engine block of a car, but seemingly having little effect on the elderly man. He pulled his hand back, and pulled his sleeve up. He took his glove off and threw it on the ground, where it smouldered quietly and gently. Then, with a final effort, he rammed his fist straight into the old man?s gut, where it singed flesh for a second. Then it began to burn through, melting the flesh and burning the nerve endings away. The fist went through to the old man?s intestine, then stopped. It began to burn away the old man?s body. The young man withdrew his fist, and extinguished the flames on his arm, then rolled his sleeve back down and put his glove back on. The flames were still burning inside the old man, though. A ball of fire just sat in his intestine, spiralling and burning away all the flesh and organs. The old man didn?t seem to notice, though. He just looked into the sky and siphoned the pain away. The fire twisted and spiralled, burning away the old man?s organs, then his muscle, then his skeleton, before he was just a loose, human-shaped bag of skin, and before long that burned away too, leaving nothing of the old man but a few buttons from his shirt. The three men turned and walked away, fuming that their work still wasn?t done. Ok, this is my new RPG. It is about the war between Heaven and Hell, which is taking place on Earth, in London to be precise. The old man was, in fact, the Archangel Gabriel, sent to Earth by God to protect the humans. The three younger men were Satan?s three generals, Leviathan, Asmodeus and Belial. For this I will need the three generals to be played by someone, as well as any other demons you would like to include (these must have authentic demonic names-for this purpose I find THIS site quite useful), and I will also need four or five angels to fight for the side of Heaven. These will also need authentic angelic names, and for this I use THIS site, unless you want to use the other Archangels, whose names are: Michael, Chamuel, Jophiel, Zadkiel and Uriel. The demons, as you know, are posing as respectable businessmen, but do in fact have demonic powers and fighting skills. The angels are posing as students, but also have angelic powers and fighting skills. There is also a key weapon in the war, a person, half-demon, half-angel, with powers greater than both halves. Anyone who wants to be this person just PM me. This is what the whole story is about. Both sides are trying to find this person, as they could tip the balance in favour of either side. This is what I need in the way of sign-ups: Human Name: Real Name: (angel/demon name) Age: (human age and angel/demon age) Gender: (I want a good mix of male and female) Race: (Demon, Angel or Human) Human appearance: (picture or description) Angel/demon appearance: (picture or description) Bio: (at least three good paragraphs, and this is how I will be testing for your writing style) Powers: No supreme godlike powers, please, three or four at the most Weapons: Medieval-style weapons, no guns Not everyone who signs up will get in, I will warn you now. I will be going on the quality of sign-ups, not first come first served, so make sure you make your sign-up as good as possible. I will be posting my profile later, to see if people want in, so I don?t waste loads of time on my profile. There will also be some humans thrown into the mix, these will be super-powered religious demon hunters or zealots of some kind, fighting against the demons and the angels. For these, just use the sign-up given but forget all the angel/demon stuff like the age, appearance and Angel/Demon name. You can decide how they got their powers, but please do include this in your bio. Happy creating![/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]

"Ok," said Lee as he administered the serum to the last villager, "That's our work here done." He dropped the empty syringe into the plastic bin that they had brought, and closed it up. He packed the bag into one of his bags, and threw the bin away. It would decompose, as it was made entirely from natural materials. He sealed his bag and swung it onto his back. "Hey Carl," he shouted, "You ready to go?" Carl nodded and threw his bin away after packing away the bag of used needles. They left the village, and some of the villagers waved them goodbye. They walked through the scrub to try and get to Taikaru's position, where Farel would also be, with luck. They left the scrub after a while and began onto some hard, dry earth, covered in dust. They had walked on this for around half an hour when the ground began to shake. Cracks appeared, and dust rose into the air as it was shaken around. Something began to shove it's ugly head through the ground. "Sandviper!" shouted Lee, drawing his sword. The viper emerged fully, rearing up, about to strike, when Carl unloaded an entire clip of explosive ammuntion at the creature's head. It was surrounded by a cluster of fireworks, and it was stunned for a moment, which was enough time for Lee to hold it still with his telekinesis, and run up onto it's back. He propelled himself forwards with the power of his mind, and very soon he was on the back of the viper's head. He held himself steady as the viper moved around, recovering from Lee's psionic assault, and plunged his sword into the back of it's head. He pulled it out again, and it dripped with black blood, which steamed and hissed. He stabbed the viper repeatedly, and soon blood was splattering all over Lee's clothes and face. The viper began to fall. "Look out Carl!" shouted Lee. Carl dived out of the way as the giant viper came crashing down to the ground, which it struck with considerable force. Dust rose and settled on it as Lee stepped gracefully off it's head. "I guess we know how to kill them now," he said light-heartedly. They continued on towards Taikaru's location.

Kane stopped shivering, the warmth of Kala's kiss running through his body. He felt her soft, smooth skin against his, and it gave him great comfort. He embraced her as she embraced him. They stayed like this for the rest of the night. They woke in the morning, still wrapped up in one another, and they kissed again. Then they got to their feet, and decided to try and find their way out of the desert. They needed to find the others as well, and rescue them from Hell. They walked North, trying to head out of the desert. They stopped for a while at a small lagoon, after walking for about four hours. They were both hot, sweat dripping from their foreheads and making a sheen over their faces. They drank deeply from the oasis, and splashed water all voer themselves, cooling down immensely. They sat for a while, working out what to do next, when the water in the oasis began to swirl uncontrollably, spiralling up into the hot, humid air. It formed a sphere about three feet off the ground, and floated there, spinning slowly. Kane walked over to the sphere and touched it. His hand went right in. "It goes somewhere, I think," he said. He shoved both of his arms in, and felt around. It was cooler on the other side, more manageable. He turned to Kala. "Shall we go through? It seems better on the other side. I don't think its a portal back to Hell." "I guess so," she replied. He held his hand out, and she took it, and smiled at him. He smiled back, and then he jumped through, taking her through with him. They arrived in a cloudy, sunny place. Bright light shone from all directions, but not so much that it made you shield your eyes. Someone was standing in front of them, dressed all in white. They looked at his face, andsaw the same face that looked at them from the Destroyer's hood, only well-shaven, smoother and more handsome than that one. Kane stepped backwards. "I know you're scared, Kane," said the figure softly, "But I am not like my other half. He is full of darkness, but I will take care of you." "Who are you?" asked Kala. "I am Zack. My other half is known as the Destroyer, but I am not him. You are in Heaven now, and there you shall remain safe for a while. I will show you to your chamber. I suspect from what I have seen that you would like to share a room?" They nodded, and then followed the angel to a large, luxurious room furnished with a large double bed and a sofa, as well as chairs, tables and other such places to relax. "I hope this is to your liking," said the angel, who swiftly left the room as they nodded. "Well, we don't have anything to unpack," said Kane jovially. Kala laughed softly and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back, and then they moved over to the bed. They sat on it and kissed for a while, then Kane began to unbutton Kala's blouse. She lifted his shirt off, and threw it on the floor. Kane began to kiss her neck, and then threw her blouse on the floor along with his shirt. She moved her hands across his back, feeling his muscles and scars. He lay back, and Kala moved down on him, unbuttoning his trousers. Soon they were off, and Kala could feel Kane through his boxers. She took off her trousers, and Kane kissed the area around her navel, before sliding his hand down her underwear, slipping it off gracefully. They moved around, and soon Kane was on top of her. She gasped as he entered her, but then moved to the rhythm of his thrusts, and his body was heaving up and down on top of hers. Sweat glistened on their bodies, making them slide around on top of each other more easily... (OOC: S ratings are great!)

Light broke through the rubble that was piled on top of them. Zuriel's body was bloodied, broken and bruised, his robe ripped to shreds. He was unconscious, if not dead. The rest of the Myrkur Aniol who remained struggled out of the rubble, breaking through to the surface. Zuriel was dragged to the surface by a pair of powerful hands. Suddenly, he spluttered into consciousness again. He blinked a few times, and looked around him. He saw a crowd of unfamiliar faces, and some familiar ones. He saw Dracula, LeStat, and a host of unknowns along with his Myrkur Aniol, both loyal and treacherous. "Who are you?" he spluttered to the unknowns, wiping the blood from his face. "My name is Julia, and this is Itzhak, Leon, Mia and Pinto. We are Labareda," said the woman who had hauled Zuriel out from the rubble. "Well, I thank you for your help, Julia, but there is no more needed here. The rest of my clan is dead." "What happened here, Zuriel?" asked Dracula. "I can't remember fully," said the King, "Lucifer turned on us. There was a fight, and something happened with the Night-Blades, and then the bulding collapsed. That's all I remember." "With all due respect, my lord," said Michael humbly, "I can remember what happened. You fought with Lucifer, and as your Night-Blades clashed, something happened in the sky, and it burnt Lucifer badly, but it did something to you. Something took over your body, and claimed to be the spirit that resides in the Harbinger. That was what destroyed the building." Zuriel sat down on the concrete. He had destroyed his own headquarters? Why? "I remember now. I saw it, but it was like I wasn't in my body any more. I was watching what was happening from afar," he said. "Well it seems to me that we have a problem on our hands," said LeStat, "The Fallen have turned, and now they have gone." The group turned around, and saw that all seven Dukes of Hell had disappeared, leaving only six Archangels and Zuriel to form the Myrkur Aniol. "We will find them eventually. And when we do, they shall all die," said Zuriel. He stood. "You shall stay with the Gwyar tonight, Zuriel, along with all your Archangels. We are your hosts for this evening," said Dracula. They walked away, leaving the wreckage of the building behind. Julia began to follow them, stalking them to find out where the Gwyar were hidden...