RPG Rise and Fall [M-LVS]

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Dim the lights. Twist the stereo nob to full. Chatter dies. Girls leave the stage. The boss struts out, bare muscles rippling beneath pale, scarred skin and heavy black leather. Ready the weapons of war, the mighty bass and screaming guitar. The microphone leaves its stand, and that velvet blade Belial calls a voice rings out, cold and clear and cunning.

[B]"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you all to give a big round of applause for our next girl on the stage."[/B]

A few cheers and whistles rang out. They knew what was coming.

[B]"Because this fine lady is not only the Beauty of God,"[/B] the twang of a guitar string punctuated the sentence, ringing out with each pause he took. [B]"And the leather angel herself, the one, the only...Raphael!"[/B]

There was loud applause from the crowd, and Belial grinned as he looked back at his band mates. The glittering crimson and gold eyes that shone back were ready for whatever he'd throw at them.

[B]"We're playin' GA tonight, boys."[/B]

The lead guitarist grinned and thumbed his nose. [B]"And does her outfit fit the bill, Boss?"[/B]

"But of course, Xaphan," Belial smirked.

He tapped his boot-clad foot to set the beat, and the angel behind him started the drum beat, while the bassist let his fingers roll over the strings. They'd played this song many a time before, and Raphael, standing behind the curtain in one of Belial's hand picked outfits, knew her cue to the 't'. Belial leaned in close to the microphone, counting off the strings in his head as Xaphan started his piece.

A high note screeched from the electric guitar, blasting out across the crowd from the twin massive amps, and the blood red curtain flew open as Raphael strutted out, wearing what amounted to little more than a leather bikini with thigh high boots and a shirt so short it barely counted. The music mellowed as she made her way to the end of the catwalk, looping an arm around the pole that stood there and making a lazy swing.

Then the instruments cut out sharply, and Belial began his craft.

[B]"Black lace, red lips
Tight skirt, full hips
I feel your cold fingertips
Drummin' to the beat of my hea-art!"[/B]

The music swelled again, the singer letting his fingers deftly travel across the strings of his guitar, working solely from memory as they played out the chords. While he and his 'boys' worked their magic on the ladies in the audience, the men sat transfixed on Raphael, her body swaying suggestively to the beat.

[B]"Black nails, sharp teeth
Strut that body, stamp those feet
You have to feel the pulsing heat
Grooving to passionate be-eat."[/B]

Arching his back, the Incubus slid his hands down the neck of his axe, letting the strings wail before belting out the chorus. Raphael mimicked his motions, albeit suspended from the ground with her legs wrapped around the pole, tossing off her bra to cheers from the crowd.

[B]"Oh, you're my gothic little angel
My sweet and sexy vampire."[/B]

The angel in question grinned to the crowd, parting her ruby colored lips to bear sharpened, pearly white canines.

[B]"You're my goth lolita angel
Constantly craving the fi-re,"[/B]

The music dropped, and Belial added a breathless, [B]"Between your thighs."[/B]

[CENTER]*****[/CENTER]

Just outside of Bethlehem, New Mexico, two figures descended casually to the ground from unknowable heights, wings stretched wide and shining with ethereal light. One looked forth with cold authority, his eyes burning as he surveyed the boiling plains. Next to him stood a smaller woman, seeming to shrink away from him. He strode forward, and she hurried after him.

[B]"They are around here, Ariel,"[/B] the tall man said.

[B]"Yes, Lord Michael,"[/B] the woman replied, her voice almost inaudible but to the best trained ears.

[B]"We shall bring down the sword of justice upon the Fallen."[/B]

Ariel remained silent, and followed the Angel of War. She did not envy the angels they would come across, and no force on Heaven or Earth could force her to change places with them. Michael would do justice to the world, he said.

And there would be blood.

[CENTER]*****[/CENTER]

The ground rumbled slightly with the bass, stretching far from the Leather Angel and out into the desert. However, the rumbling was smothered by a louder sound as the earth split open and fires belched forth from within. Two rose from the fires, not touched by its heat as the dark embers slowly faded back into their domain. A lanky, silver-haired man brushed off his clothes as they faded, looking distastefully at the ashes.

[B]"'S not right, for us to ashed up. Can't they make it so the fires don't do anything?"[/B]

Standing next to him, the woman said nothing, merely looked forward to the distant city.

[B]"He is there."[/B]

Baal quirked an eyebrow and followed her gaze. [B]"Who, Belial? 'Course he is. That's who we're going after."[/B]

The Leviathan stood silent for a moment.

[B]"Let us go. There is not much time."[/B]

[B]"Yeah, alright. Fuckin' ashes."[/B]

[CENTER]*****[/CENTER]

The finals chords faded in the club, and the lights rose again, the sheen of sweat across Raphael's almost entirely bare form glittering under the spots. She grinned again, took a short bow, and turned to strut off the stage, swaying her hips suggestively as she did so. Belial watched her every move, and after slipping off the strap of his guitar, flung his jacket into the crowd of barmaids that had gathered near the stage and took off after her.

As he stepped behind the stage, he smirked and sneaked up behind his angel, wrapping his hands around Raphael's waist and putting his mouth right next to her ear.

[B]"You were great, babe,"[/B] he murmured, taking in the subtle scent of her sweat.

[B]"So were you, rockstar,"[/B] she said, before tearing away and pulling on a robe.

[B]"Shall the lady be retiring to her room?"[/B] he asked, digging through his back pocket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes.

She leaned back against her table and shot him a hungry gaze. [B]"If that's what you want...Boss."[/B]

Belial grinned again, and tossed the still unlit cig away from his lips as he drew closer to his woman. If anyone found them? They could go fuck off.

The Risen and the Fallen drank, joked, and fucked, unaware of the oblivion just outside their doors.

[CENTER]*****[/CENTER]

OOC: Game time, gents and ladies. Risen, Fallen, hang out, go home, have a ball. Angels, Demons? Just take out a few NPCs before you start messing with other characters. The blood bath will start soon enough, I'm sure.

So, have a drink, have a laugh, because it may just be the last night of your life.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]The sky was deathly black and desolate of stars that night. Baal moved forward, peering at people from behind his glasses, fixing them with a hard stare. They were all demons and angels, and they were all headed towards [i]The Leather Angel.[/i]

Not seeing Uroborus around anywhere, he surgged and decided to slip in alongside a pair of undersexed angels. He'd have to change that. It itched at the back of his mind, and he casually cast his arms around the shoulders of the two angels. One was a brunette, the other a deep, blood red. They turned their faces inwards to see Baal, but they simply smiled and moved closer to his body.

[i]Too easy. I cannot believe that Belial would have such lax security. They must not recognize me...with the glasses and the new outfit. Good. This'll serve well for me.[/i] Turning his azure gaze upon the brunette, he spoke a couple of words into her ears and she turned a light shade of scarlet. [i]First timer in a bar. I'll keep her alive...so there's the possibility of murder later.[/i] Repeating the same thing to the redhead, she responded only with a tounge delving into his ear and a nip on his neck. [i]Yeah, this one gets to die.[/i]

Wearing that same grin-the one that dripped charisma and innocence, mixed with a hint of sadism and sexuality-he ordered three drinks. All for him. Then, after taking those easily, he leaned back and fingered the cross on his necklace as the Angels cutely sipped at the drinks he had ordered them. Such prisses. Seeing Baal's gaze, the brunette went too hastily with her next round, and started to choke.
Placing his fingers on her back and tapping lightly, her lungs were instantly cleared.

A limitless lifespan was more than enough time to learn all of the pressure points of the body. She turned around and thanked him. Her name was Loriel. Such a beautiful name...quickly dispersing the thought, Baal decied to end this part of the chain and begin the next part-the bedroom. Leading them away from the heavy rock music that he adored, and the scent of blood and sweat, he would get a treat of his own soon enough.

Several hours later, Baal emerged from the shower, removing the final stains of blood that was in his silver-white hair. He rinsed off his blade in the shower as well. Wrapping a towel around his waist, his other arm went to go around Loriel's shoulder. He had kept her alive like he told himself he would. It may have just been that she was so innocent, or that he knew killing her later would be so [i]much[/i] more erotic. It was probably the latter.

This is how it would begin. The death of an Angel and the infilatration of a Prince. Soft words formed on Baal's black-red lips. [b]"I want you to be there when my hot, black, rage rips wide open...I want you to watch this go down in flames, Belial."[/b][/color][/size]

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azathoth relaxed on his bar stool, holding a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels, and a barely lit cigerette in between his fingers. He watched as the leather angel herself performed while the Prince of lies did vocals. Azathoth smiled to himself then took a deep gulp from the bottle.
[B]
"This is definatly very impressive for a risen to create. This is far more fun then having to sit on that throne and watch the time line and space."[/B] Azathoth shifted the bottle to his other hand and took a drag. He smiled as he saw the risen dancing and mingaling with the fallen, his smile grew as he saw the angels sinning.

Drinking massive amounts of booze, even though they seemed under age, smoking, snorting, injecting and assimilating the drugs that this world offered to all mortal and immortals alike. He couldn't help but let out a small snicker as he could see and smell angels and demons endulging themselves in the most facinating and wonderful feelings of sex.

He took another deep drink of his bottle and shifted hands once more, he flicked his cigerette at pair that were fucking in plain view. He heard the women yelp as the lit end burnt some skin, Azathoth smiled the wicked way a demon did. The man stood up and put his pants back on, coming straight for Azathoth. Azathoth swished the drink inside the bottle and took another swig. The man stopped in front of him with a dead serious face.
[B]
"What do you want?"[/B] Azathoth asked, taking another drink as he watched the man. The man grabbed the bottle and smashed it against the bar creating sharp edges and holding it up to Azathoths face.
[B]
"Who the fuck do you think you are, interrupting me amd my partner?"[/B] The man yelled as Azathoth watched him closley, he smirked as he slipped off the bar stool and stood up straight facing the man. He grabbed the mans arm, and grabbed a certian pressuer point and the mans hand released the bottle.
[B]
"First off, I am the guy whose drink you just spilled. Second, I am a high ranking demon. Far more stronger then you are, and by the way you smell, you are a fallen. Which means you are easy prey!"[/B] Azathoth swiftly jabbed a spot on the fallens chest and the fallen went limp and fell to the floor.

Azathoth kicked his dead body and made his way to the women through the crowd. Feeling that he needed to fulfill one of the few needs men needed on this plane. The women had a seductive smile on her face as Azathoth picked her up and carried her off to the back of the club.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1]Raphael smiled to herself as she stood under the spray of the shower, letting the water beat down on her neck as she dipped her head forward. Belial was behind, soaping her back with a sponge, and equally smug smile planted firmly on his handsome face. A knock came, hard and urgent, snapping the two out of their relaxed state.

[B]"What the f--..." [/B] Belial trailed off and stepped out of the shower, throwing a towel around his waist as he strode to his door, which was now being positively pummelled. Raphael turned off the shower and stepped out, too, throwing on a cosy robe before following her lover into the entrance hall.

Belial was standing with one of his agents, who was trying to tell him something obviously important between panting for breath. Belial clasped his shoulder firmly and the demon regained his composure, looking up at his boss worriedly.

[B]"Something?something is happening in the club,"[/B] he wheezed, clutching his chest. He wasn't the fittest of men, and Raphael simply couldn?t imagine why Belial kept him around.

[B]"A fight?"[/B] she spoke up, sneering slightly, [B]"Not all that scarce, are they?"[/B]

[B]"No,"[/B] Belial answered, looking only slightly worried, [B]"A large fight?"[/B]

[B]"No sir...but something seems off,"[/B] the demon was sweating now, and he dabbed his forehead with his sleeve.

Belial sighed and patted his friend on the shoulder, shaking his head, [B]"If it gets too rowdy, let my men sort it out. This was no reason to interrupt me, okay?"[/B]

Nodding, the lesser demon left and Belial just shrugged, extending his strong arms to pull Raphael to his bare chest. [B]"I'm sure he's just had a few late nights, he always gets twitchy around young ones."[/B]

Raphael nodded and placed her slender hands on her demon's chest, stroking his damp skin gently. [B]"You don't think--"[/B] she began, but Belial cut her off, knowing what was coming.

[B]"No, Raphael, they wouldn't dare."[/B]

[B]OOC Crappy, but at least it's done.[/B][/SIZE]

[SlowChemical]

[SIZE=1][B]?Ariel go search out for Fallen. If our falling allies do not wish to come back, kill them?[/B] Michael gave out simple instruction. Ariel silently nodded knowing there wasn?t any real alternative. Michael promise he do good by wiping out Fallen that would not come back to heaven. Ariel took his instructions to heart due to his promise. Ariel nodded one again and parted ways with Michael to search out.

Ariel put on a white robe and went into town. The town was filled with people scurrying around the place. Ariel moved with a crowd trying to blend in. Michael said that the Fallen where near, yet Ariel have seen no sign of any of the angels. This task might be harder then she actually expected.

[I]?This might be difficult, killing a past companion. Yet they have sinned for running away?? [/I]

Ariel lowered her head and picked up pace. She wanted to end this quick and maybe bring back some angels except wiping all of them out. She did want to revert back some angels under the wing of god. Ariel could just image the blood spills she might cause. Yet she imagined that they would be a lot more then Michael had let on. This was for the own good though, ?...bring down the sword of justice upon the Fallen? where Michaels words. The word justice echoed through Ariel?s ears.

Ariel bumped into a person. With Ariel?s fragile structure she could have knocked down easily if she hadn?t anchor her feet safely to the ground.

[B]?Pardon Senor?.?[/B] Ariel voice was almost unable to be heard. She looked up and a small gasp escaped her lips. The face of the man was familiar she remembered him from heaven. He too fell into the hands of Belial.

[B]?Seeing that you?re here Ariel I see it had begun huh?? [/B] The angel shrugged. Ariel looked down and stood silent.

[B]?Ha, you never were talkative. Ariel, you know what your name means? It means ?Lion of God? and lions have strong voices. It is irony that the name has been giving to you. Haha, I guess God does have a sense of humor?? [/B] The fallen Angel laughed.

Ariel stretched out her arm with her palm up as she still looked down. [B]?Come?? [/B] Ariel spoke that one word that meant many. The fallen stared at Ariel for a couple of minutes. She actually expected him to go back to heaven? Did she think he would just go ahead and throw away his freedom?

[B]?You?re kidding right? I?m free here. There, in heaven I felt like a caged bird. Here is different no rules to hold you down. Thou shall not drink? My as-" [/B] The fallen stopped speaking when at that moment Ariel rose her head and a frown was placed on her mainly emotionless face.

[B]?Fight?.kill?? [/B] Ariel spoke is a different tone yet still with her whispery voice.

[B]?I would gladly die for my right to get away from heaven. Heaven a paradise? You must be kidding me! Is one rule after another, thou shall not do this, thou shall not do that, I?m sick of it! Why can?t be free like the humans??[/B]

[B]?Responsibility??[/B]

[B]?Ha! You really make me laugh Ariel. Let me guess Michael been putting you up with that nonsense again?? [/B] The fallen started to laugh. Ariel just moved passed him uttering the move ?come?. This ?come? was much different then the other one. Ariel moved into an ally, moving away from the humans. The fallen angel gladly followed.

[B]?Must?kill?you...for...your?sins?.?[/B] Ariel said the most words she spoke at once when they reach the wide ally. The fallen laughed as he heard her. He couldn?t believe she spoke so many words and wanted to fight him. She was so fragile; she couldn?t physically keep up with him.

[B]?Okay, if I kill you I truly earn my freedom. This is easier then I thought!?[/B] He laughed again as Ariel just frowned.

[I]?Michael, I have tried to bring a fallen back. Yet through speaking I could not persuade. Now I must ruin my hands with blood, I'm sorry...? [/I]

Occ: Eeek, it is long...I feel I could have done better[/SIZE]

[prowlinglycan]

[size=2]prowler met ariel on the streat he asked *how did you come down here?*before ariel could reply he askes her to take him to michael* he followed her threw the streets and twards the outskirts if town they wond threw street after street after street he fanaly asked so were is he?* she kept walking so he kept following untill they made it to the urban areas of town he saw a large male angel within 200 yards of him they were almost there he walked strate up to michael about 5 ft away to be exact he asked michael *so why have you come down here?* is it realy any of you biusness were we fallen go god himself says that all may make there own desciions and yet you come here and kill your own brotherin you discust me*[/size]