RPG Damien [M - VSL]

[Guest Sean]

[COLOR=SLATEgREY][CHAPTER ONE - The Killings]


Those Red Eyes. Bright. Gleeming in the moonlight. Looking upon the chaos he created. Death was in the air, burning carcasses littered the streets, shadows pointing up towards the creature. Now people were believing in his power, now he wasn't a fugitive, he was hell. Walking, Talking, Jumping, Stomping. A living hell, and now everyone knew it.

[CENTER]~~~~~~~~[/CENTER]

Jon looked out his window, his house freezing cold next to the bright yellow flames appearing from house windows. Finally waking up and smelling the death, he quickly ran outside grabbing his waistcoat, he knew the creature wouldn't be far, he knew because he smelt the evilness lurking.

Outside Jon's eyes scanning the houses, nothing, scanning the yards, nothing, finally, the fingers all pointing to the hill and a shape shadowed in the moonlight. Two clear red eyes staring back at his. Once more a rage appeared, and Jon grabbed the knives attached to his arms, and threw them with all his might. They soared, cutting the air, they were going to hit when he looked up. Less than a few metres and then, a swish of the monsters cloak. And nothing, the monster had disappeared once more to leave two small feathers lying at Jon's feet.

[I]So Close, Always So Close[/I]

Picking up the two feathers, they returned to there normal diamond encrusted knives. Ready to use once more in his ever-lasting battle.[/COLOR]


OOC: Ok now all this chapter will be about Damiens attacks, showing Damiens power over the town and its people. Please wait until the Underground thread is up, for that is where i'll post who posts next.

[Angelus_Necare]

Let me know if this is ok.
[color=navy][size=1]
Father Alexander was once again standing in the darkened church, a candle holder gripped tigtly into his trembling hand. It was not only the sudden cold that made him quiver, it was the sense of the beast that stirred him from his sleep.

He wore only a thin simple robe and a mop of disheveled hair. His bare feet were planted on the cold stone floor spread before the large wooden doors which the lord's people passed too and from.

Tonight however they were closed, and firmly at that. Alexander sighed with releif, turning his back to the guarded doors and returning to his chambers. He was a few steps away when the pounding began.

[i]"Please!"[/i] Came a muffled cry through the doors, accompanied by the feirce pounding of fists, [i]"Father Alexander please! Sanctuary! The Beast, the beast is here!"[/i]

Alexander stood still, too frigtened to move, there was nothing he could do.

[i]"Oh God, please! No! No! Stay back! Sanctuary! Sanct-"[/i] The rest was unintelligible screams of pain and tourture, now Father Alexander had found a place on the floor, he knealt, hands clasped together, the candle holder had tumbled away, casting akward shadows on the darkened walls.

The noise had stopped, all was still once again, yet Father Alexander still trembled, Still wept, still prayed....He was there untill the next morning.[/color][/size]

[Mykul]

OOC: first post, serious RP from a serious RP maker...nervous!

IC:

Alan tumbled forth from the brush of the woods and fell to his stomach. he lay there, tired, bloody, and frightened, drinking in these heavenly new senses. the smells, the sights, the sounds of Carcius at night.

for three weeks Alan had braved the terrible forest all alone, listening night after night to the grunting of the best, the breathing of lucipher himself.

"praise be to god!" he silently heralded from his spot on the ground. he was too weak to rise.

his fatigued eyes focuses and made out a very welcome shape in front of him: a glowing window! he was a few mere meters away from a warm house! Alan began to raise himself, but what he saw next completely made him forget he had arms.

a humungous form in a cloack was making its way through the darkness and to the house. it was so big, and moved with such terrible purpose that alan could hardly bare to watch. the fiend reached the door and stopped. ever so slowly, it turned its head to face alan, who's heart skipped two beats.

under the hood of the cloack was no human face. it was an abomination beyond description. its bright eyes stared at alan, and the crooked fangs leered at him in an evil grin.

The thing entered the house and closed the door behind it. Alan bolted from his position on the ground and ran into the town as fast as he could, followed by the terrible screams and shatterings. the sreams stopped, replaced by the yowlings of a child. those too, were silenced.

[Ezekiel]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]The night air was unusually cold for this time of the year. A closeness that seemed to chill the core hung in the air and everyone in Carcius knew what it meant.
Blair tried to banish the shudders running down her spine as she leaned over the stove, making sure the fire was well lit.

She was holding a dinner party tomorrow. Only a small thing, a few neighbours and close friends would be coming. The young woman was planning on it being a good time to sit back and try to enjoy an afternoon of peace and happiness. But something kept nagging her; Blair knew that all would not go well, no matter how hard she wanted to believe it.

Another chill swept over the room and this time she fully shuddered. The light from the candles reflected in her bright green eyes and seemed to make them sparkle.
A shuffling outside caught the girl?s attention and she jumped, knocking against the warm embrace that was her brothers.

He whispered in her ear that everything would be okay and that nothing would happen to them. Blair nodded and swept some strands of hair from her face, biting her lip to hold back the fearful tears.

Another shuffle and a low ripping noise caused both humans to balk as they realised what was happening. The smell of rotting flesh crept through the wooden boards that built the house and infested Blair's nostrils. She gasped but her brother clamped a shaking hand over her mouth so as to keep her quiet. The noise stopped for a second and then something thudded against the far wall, causing even Imric to flinch.

Blair held her brother and cried silently into his chest, waiting for the terror to leave their home.
She just heard her brother mutter three words, breaking the silence,

"God help us."[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Skye]

[size=1][font=veranda][color=red]Naomi sat on her bed, curled up. She hugged her knees to her chest, brown eyes clenched shut against the shadow that passed along the wall. Her window barred and covered, every candle lit. Her mother sat on the bed, holding the teenager close, and the two swallowed as they heard the snap of someones bones breaking against the outside wall.

Naomi forced it out of her mind, and said under her breath,

?[I]Circle turn, Goddess preserve us. Danger pass. Please, hear my prayer![/I]?

Her mother held her tighter as they heard shuffling outside, and a low growl before a sharp scream. Naomi bit back a sob, and her shoulders shook with the effort.

Soon all was quiet, and her mother said, ?[I]By the Gods? good grace? peace be upon us.[/I]? Both had their eyes closed.

It was so difficult for them. A mother and her daughter, with no men in the house. Naomi did not move, and pressed close to her mother and the solid wall behind them.[/size][/font][/color]

[Guest Sean]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]Jons mind working like a sequence of cogs, always turning, because one wrong turn and he could be lost in the maze of the town. He saw the shadow of the monster high-up in the sky. The moonlight often catching him, a shadow on the buildings, a rap on the roof.

Jon often lost the monster as Damien crawled aaround peoples houses, scaring the innocents inside. All Jon had to do was follow the smell of dead flesh, death, deceit, it always lead to the monster.

Jon looked aaround him, the monster disappeared. Nothing around him but dark windows, and seemingly empty houses. Maybe a small thud, coming from the houses made him turn around. But it was nothing.

He sensed something behind him now, pretending he took no notice, he walked up to the window, his eyes darting around to make sure whatever it was didn't jump on him. Then it happened, a road, louder than he heard, he quickly grabbed the knives and didn't need to take aim.

He hit the thing right in the neck, it hunched over, and collapsed to the ground. Jon ran over to it. [I]Nothings ever that simple[/I]. Thats when he saw it, the golden Sheriffs badge, and a note in the left hand.

Jon quickly took the note, now not taking any notice of the person he had just killed. He read it aloud, confused.

'Look Behind You'

He was even more confused he didn't hear the rustling of the leaves behind him. Then soft thuds, all he did was look at the note.

A stick broke, he woke up from the trance. Turned around to see a glint of light and a silver object fly past him, centimetres from his eye and ear.

[I]I fall for the simplest tricks[/I]

And with that the foul smelling creature disappeared, and then a cry of help from a woman. Immediatley he rushed to the voice, he knew it from before. And what he saw next drove him into a deeper state of depression.

There door wide open, the curtains flailing in the wind from the broken wood. And ow more blood splattered against the walls of the house. He saw Naomi curled up into a ball underneath the bed. And a head rolling off the table. Her mothers.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Angelus_Necare]

[color=navy][size=1]

The next morning was the beginning of a fine summer day, yet a somber air was about the town as the scent of death hung heavy and thick. Alexander strolled through the streets, passing clusters of survivors who stood around gaping at those who were less fortunate. There was even a crowd he had greeted in front of the church this morning, staring at what remained of the pour soul who had actualy left fingernail marks on the grand wooden doors as their last act.

Alexander didn't know how much longer his constitution would last among the streets, the carnaige and the stench was begining to overpower him. But he had to remain strong, for those who looked him for comfort. And he had to remain strong for his duty was to give those who had died (and those who were close to it) a blessing and last rites. It was the least he could do.

He had just moved away from the remains of a limbless man when a villager had rushed up to him with a desperate look in his eyes.

"Father Alexander, you must come with me." he stopped to catch his breath, "It's the Tanner's, one of them is dead."

Alexander nodded slowly, He seemed numb now to the deaths that had occured, yet he faintly smiled and touched the villager on his shoulder gently.

"Thank you my son" He said softly, "I'll be on my way as soon as I can."

"Th-Thank you father." The man stuttered before rushing off to another location.

The people in the village were spooked, and more so than they should be. It was a shame too, that such an evil beast was allowed to make men quake. In Alexander's mind he knew that the village wouldn't last for much longer. It seemed that the beast feasted upon fear, and with each passing attack the fear grew more along with the casualties.

When Alexander had finaly reached The Tanner household, currious spectators stood aside for him, casting their eyes down as he went.

He met eyes with a man he knew fairly well, Jon Schaeffer, who looked as though he had seen better mornings himself. Alexander was a bit surprised that he was out in the village, seeing as how not many saw him after the unfortunate accident with his family occured.

"Jon..." Alexander greeted with a small empty smile.

"Father..." He replied quietly, lowering his gaze.

"I have not seen you in church Jon, i was begining to think you had left town." He bent slightly so he could be in the younger man's gaze again.

"No Father, I couldn't" Jon's eyes hardened into a cold stare, "Not after God let that beast tear my family to peices."

"Jon, I-"

"Father! Thank goodness you're here" He was cut off, by an elderly village woman, "Please, come this way Father."[/color][/size]

Bah, that took too long to write, damn talking people on messenger :P

[Skye]

[size=1][font=veranda][color=red]Naomi sat, sobbing, as she heard footsteps outside. An elderly women led a priest, whom she recognized as Father Alexander. Her thoughts were hazy with pain and loss, and she felt no will to live.

?[I]Goddess, God, Diety, why did you do this to me?![/I]? she whispered.

The girl could feel the spirits of her brother and father hovering around her as her mother?s wailed in despair. ?[I]Naomi, child.[/I]? She looked up, her tear stained face showing fear, grief, and loss. Her large brown eyes were wet with tears unshed, her cheeks wet with those she already had.

?[I]Father-[/I]? The girl couldn?t say more, and the elderly woman cradled her, cooing to her. Alexander gave her a pitying look, though it was vacant.

Naomi?s eyes were wide in shock, and her frail shoulders trembled. Her hand reached out to touch the head on the floor, unbelieving it was her mothers. ?[I]No. No! Madre?[/I]? She pulled out of the womans arms, and crawled over to the body, where it had been thrown. She huddled over it, mumbling in Spanish.

?[I]Madre! ¡Usted no puede ser muerto! ¡Vuelto! Vuelto![/I]? Her body shook, and a ragged sob tore from her throat.

OOC: You?re an evil man, Sean. ;_; Killing the girls only living relative! [What, was he supposed to kill her dead relative?] Shut up. Oh: Spanish is her first language, believe it or not. She just doesn?t look Hispanic. *shift eyes*[/size][/font][/color]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Sobs of neighbours and crying children filled the street as Blair tentatively opened her front door. She gasped and cried out as she saw the sight. That thud from the night before was what she and her brother believed it to be, a body.

The now decapitated carcass of a middle-aged man was thrown awkwardly against the side of the wooden house.
Limbs were out of place and the body had already started to rot, flies buzzed around the rank flesh as maggots crawled out from the ripped wound.

There was blood along the walls and street and vomit dried on to the cobblestones. A few people were just staring and Blair felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked behind to see the figure of her brother, Imric. His expression was one of great worry; she could see it in his deep green eyes that his feelings were certainly mixed.

She had to admit it herself; her heart was torn in two. One half wanted to help the relatives of the deceased while the other wanted to hunt down that sadistic monster. She knew that she wouldn't stand a chance though, turning green eyes to the sky and breathing heavily, Blair managed to control her tears.

How she wished she were in heaven now while her parents and brothers stood, helping those in need. They would know what to do.... what use was she? A weak girl wracked with guilt, fear and anger.
She needed to have some space.

"Brother, I need to go for a walk."

Imric nodded, he knew what his sister needed to do and he would not be one to stand in her way. Blair walked inside and pulled on a coat, grabbing her Crucifix from the top drawer.
Her plan was to go out and train in the fields, but she half hoped that someone would stop her.[/COLOR]

OOC Why is it, that when I plan to write short posts I write really long ones? Anyway, I hope that was sufficient for the end of chapter one.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[Guest Sean]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray][U][Chapter 2 - Trauma][/U]

A Body Here, A Body There, Bloodshed, And Tears. Corpses, Animal Skin, And Fire. The town....silent. The people.....silent. And the animals.....dead. All in one night, so much drama and pain. So much death. Now open the new Chapter. One to bring pain and hardship along the path of light.

Trauma now begins.

[CENTER]~~~~~~~~~~~~[/CENTER]

[B]BANG BANG[/B] Two gun shots, echoeing threw the town. Nothing else mattered to the towns people. Another execution. Everyone still thought the monster as a human. They executed people at random now, to see if the killings stopped.

Its been three weeks since the last attack on the town. There may not have been killings, but there have been cases of rape and sexual harrasment. All posers trying to get the fame. They recieved none. For all of which were killed, hung, the killing of a pirate. There punishment, the lowest form.

And with that, the winds of time change. The waves turn and the sun sets, into a new age of death, pain and trauma.

Rape, And Malest is in its true forms now. Beware for Damien.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Mykul]

OOC: so these posts have to be about trauma...as if everyone was feeling fine in Chapter one? haha, ok ill shutup and type.

IC:

Covered in mud and grass, Alan emerged from the gap under the house, which had served as his shelter for the night. the terrible night filled with screams, pain, and torment. he could hear the town above him weep as the demon prowled the streets. being but a young man with no weapon, Alan had hurled himself into the first hiding spot available.

Alan now stood, leaning against the house to support his shaking body. he couldnt take much more of this constant terror; terror which had only begun.

[I]this body is weak.[/I] he thought to himself with shame. [I]i can do nothing for these people. oh, why has my god sent me here?[/I]

Alan began walking out into the torn streets, amid the crying and sobbing. the question remained in his head: why was he here? he had not the weapon nor the heart to fight the puppet of lucipher.

it was then, walking past a woman ushering her young daughter home, that Alan made a steadfast decision. he would find the priest of this town, and ask of him exactly why God had come to Alan in his dreams. maybe, just maybe, the priest had some manner of stopping Damien, of stopping the plague of his putrid existence.

ahead of alan was a group of people gathered around one house. the crowd parted and...yes...that was him. the father was entering this household. Alan craved the words this holy man had to tell him, so he ran to the house and up to the yard. he began making his way to the door when he was roughly grabbed and thrown backwards by a man behind him.

"have some respect, outlsider!" the man grunted from above Alan. "this girl inside needs comforting." Alan raised himself from the ground and waited dejectedly for the father to come from the house.

[Skye]

[size=1][font=veranda][color=red]Someone?s arms went around her, and pulled her off the body gently. She turned, trying to pull away weakly, and the arms held her firmly but gently.

?[b]Calm down, Naomi.[/b]?

She recognized the voice as Jon, and relaxed some. Her shoulders shook with suppressed sobs, and she choked out, ?[b]It was horrible![/b]? He held her against his shoulder, shushing her. ?[b]It will be all right, Naomi. Tell me what happened.[/b]? He nodded to the father, who quickly blessed the corpse, and left, face drawn.

?[b]We heard it ? it just pounded at the door until it splintered and fell in! She pushed me behind her and I rolled off the bed and under, and I heard-[/b]? She hiccupped, and pressed her face into his shoulder. She bit her lip in an effort to control her sobs, and made it bleed.[/color][/size][/font]

[Angelus_Necare]

[color=Navy][size=1]
Alexander stepped over the threshhold of the small house eyes cast down to the ground, no one needed to see the torment and fear that danced across his face, not from the one man that people were supposed to trust and place faith in. He ducked around a few that still lingered outside the residence, avoiding all eyecontact. He thought he was clear of the crowd when a black haired head and thin frame collided with his own.

"Ahh!" Alan cried falling backwards from the impact.

Without a second thought, Alexander shot his hand out and caught the young man's arm just above his elbow and pulled him against his slightly taller body to straighten him. Tortured eyes met as the preist's heart began to slow, he was terribly startled by the whole experience.

"F-father Alexander..." Alan spoke slowly, looking up at the older man wide eyed.

"mmm?" He answered dumbly, trying to place the young man's face.

"...My arm father." He winced, trying to pull away from the preist's death grip.

With a short sigh Alexander released Alan's arm, then shifted to move around him. Alan however barred his path again, looking hopefully up at the fair haired holy man before him.

"Father Alexander," He began, trying to disregard the pain he saw in the older man's brown eyes, "I must speak with you."

Alexander regarded him for a moment, any unsheathed emotion that lay in his eyes up to that point had been suddenly hidden away, so only a dull glimmer remained. He then shifted his expression into a comfortimg smile, and his stance a powerfull one. Alexander stood sideways for a moment, and placed a hand on Alan's shoulder.

"Of course my son," His eyes brightened a bit as he turned back torwads the dirrection of the church, "Please, walk with me if you would."

Alan nodded then, slowly falling into step with Alexander, hand falling from his shoulder.

"Now what is it that's bothering you Alan." Alexander had recalled his name, a boy who had arrived the village not too long ago and told him that his father was also a servant of God.

"Well father..." He paused, not sure exactly how to present his question. Alexander took advantage of the silence.

"Please, just Alexander." He retorted with a small smile and warm glance.

"Fa-...Alexander," Alan spoke, feeling strange calling the preist by his first name, but pushed that concern to the back of his mind, "I've been having these strange dreams lately...And in them, I've been spoken to."

"Oh?" Alexander tilted his head slightly so he could watch the emotions flowing out of his companion.

"Yes," Alan's eyes flicked up to the man he walked next to, then back to the ground, "God has spoken to me, and, another voice...a darker voice."

Alexander's hands that were folded neatly behind his back clenched, his step faltered slightly, "And what did God say to you in this dream Alan?"

"He.....He told me that a terrible evil is upon us." He glanced at an old woman crying hystericaly on the street as a corpse was carted away, "He said I must fight this evil, an-and that I may not live through it."

"I see" Alexander answered, letting this fresh information seep in, "how do you feel about this?"

"I'm not sure..." He spoke slowly, his answer a mere sigh, "I felt justifiable, complete, when I heard his voice in my dream, but then....."

"Then?"

"There was the other dream, the dream with the evil voice," He let out another shuddered sigh, "After that I left my own village."

"And you came here..." Alexander trailed off, they had reached the old marble steps of the church.

"Yes, but what should I do, fath- Alexander?" Alan stared hard at the back of the preist.

"If you are a faithfull soul of our lord's power, then perhaps you should do what he asks of you." He turned slowly, something burned in his eyes, something Alan could not place, and would set anyone to quake in fear, "But look around you my son, there is fear, pain, sorrow, but worst of all, there is sensless [i]death[/i]."

His last word was bitter and tainted with hate, one that would never come from a preist. Not in a million years. Before Alan could respond, Alexander had closed the distance between them and grasped both of the young man's shoulders firmly, his intent brown stare inches from Alan's face.

"If you're going to act in any way, Alan, act with your heart, not your head." His eyes narrowed, "This village is in no way a part of God's mercy, and there's doubt wether we'll survive this or not..."

Alexander suddenly straightened, a horrified look washing over his face. He thusly released Alan and back away several steps.

"Alan," He placed a hand on his chest, to calm his beating heart, "I'm very sorry, I should not have questioned my faith in front of you, please, forgive me."[/color][/size]

m-m-m-m-monster post! My appologies for setting my preist upon Alan, MehrLicht. But I took your advice as far as making him 'sinfull', lol, he's a very bad boy :p