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Posted: Mar 27 2012, 07:59 PM
Group: AB Syndicate
Member No.: 30
Joined: 4-March 12
• bait & switch •
When the wind picked up the fire spread And the grapevines seemed left for dead. And the northern sky, like the end of day, The end of days.
→ A wake up call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm of impending doom. To warn us it's only a matter of time.Before we all burn. We bought some wine and some paper cups, Near your daughter's school when we picked her up And drove to a cemetery on a hill, On a hill. And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray And she laughed and danced through the field of graves There I knew it would be alright, That everything would be alright, Would be alright, Would be alright, Would be alright, Would be alright.
St. Patrick's Cathedral. How quaint. Folding one arm across his chest, Asmodeus rested the second arm atop it, finger tapping his lip thoughtfully. How foolish these angels were, selecting such an obvious refuge. Any religiously blinded impious imbecile could arrive at the conclusion that angels would be in churches, if they were real. Churches, graveyards, and perhaps hospitals. Worthless creatures, angels... The sanctuary was not completely deserted to the demons distaste. Oh no, in fact there were several stray worshippers that failed to notice that it was not yet their Sabbath called Sunday. Disregarding them, Asmodeus rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting. He wasn't alone, he traveled with the Sons of Darkness, and the fact that they had arrived here could only mean one thing: They hadn't come alone. Belial and Lamia had gone on ahead, leaving Asmodeus with his usual company, Legion. Legion who had decided that the Sons of Darkness should have mortal aliases to hide under, a suggestion which actually seemed wise.
Legion was about to rush past him, before Asmodeus cut into his path with a hand, halting him. Oh what was his human name? Oh, that was right... “A moment, Erik.” Asmodeus stated darkly, carefully putting to use his intonation that Legion was certainly used to. The tones that hinted at an 'I know something you don't know'. “Take this moment to look around where we have wound up. I dare say if the angels were here there would be quite a scene, don't you agree?” His voice was low, and cautious to not draw attention from the mortal company in the church. “What doesn't fit? Something is not making sense.”
The candles illuminated the first few steps of the aisle, their soft glow tainting the isles in an atrocious red light. Beckoning 'Erik' to follow him, Asmodeus walked beneath the high arched ceilings, in the direction of the altar. Their arrival seemed to have gone completely unnoticed by the mortals, which was ideal. Something was not right. Closing his eyes, mimicking a prayer before the altar, Asmodeus knelt, using the front of the sanctuary to gain a better vantage point and map of where they were. Through a series of silent grumbles Erik followed his lead, placing a knee down on the altar ramp, where communion was usually served. “Erik, what is going on?” He wondered. Erik shrugged nonchalant pointing at the cross, then the floor, silently conveying his message. “Ah, right. Hallowed ground.” A small crack, one that was recognizable by Asmodeus, one so amplified drew his attention to the back of the room, halting time for the mortals with a wave of his hand. Erik could not operate on hallowed ground, because his ability was summoning banished demons to the earthly plane, but time abilities were fortunately not interfered with. For the Dominion of Light would have been an archangel shorter if it had. It was that insignificant little aphid the Torches of Truth kept around. Raziel, judging from his appearance. “Warn the others we have company.” Asmodeus ordered Legion, cocking his head back in the direction of the new arrival. Erik was the sort of demon that did not need to be given the same order twice when its issuer was Asmodeus, nodding Erik silently walked past the angel, glaring as he departed from the sanctuary.
Eyes shamelessly wandering over the angels now mortal features, Asmodeus chuckled. “Ah, Razzy-Razzy-Razzy... Why have you come here? You look riddiculous.” He stated sarcastically. While his appearance had remained, his safety net had. “You look yourself, yet entirely vulnerable. How does it feel to be out of your element, Raziel?” Raising a brow, Asmodeus walked a slow circle around the now fallen angel, taking no notice of the currently frozen surroundings. He knew it would not take long for the other demons to arrive, and Raziel was no fool, surely he had brought about reinforcements. “I could snap you here and now, before your little friends are able to emerge... But that would be no fun now, would it? You see... I've devised a little game for us here among our human pets... And you, my puppet... You, could be particularly useful to my cause. So. I will spare your life, and in time you will spare mine. Remember this...”
Ushering Raziel t o kneel beside him where Erik once was, he allowed time to pass again. “You must feel right at home, here before these stone statues and false remnants of your dieties...” He noted in passing, pretending to pray again. “Don't you ever get tired of hunting and hating us?” Giving a sideways smile to the angel, his plan all ready in the works, Asmodeus blinked hard to give himself a more friendly appearance. “This world could be our paradise. No good. No bad. No war... Something to consider.” Asmodeus knew he was not fooling anyone, but it occured to him that the mortal veil would soon take hold, making Raziel forget he was an angel. The Sons had planned for this, and have all written journals upon journals documenting their memories, and their plans for Earth. No, it would not be the final resting place of the Great Apocalypse. The fall. Instead it would be a world run by industry, industry that the demons would back for profit. Why end the world, when you can conquer it? The true thoughts of any demon, profit and riches over a path of honor. Life is 'eternal', but this world could return the arch demons to their former glory, and neglect Hells gates all together. There was no point in judgement day, if there was no one to judge, was there?
It was that method of thinking that had gotten the Sons of Darkness so far in their plans to reclaim Earth as the New World in the first place. Following orders ironically enough was not something that demons enjoyed doing. Especially Asmodeus who had discovered the true nature beneath the symbols that each of the arch demons wore. He had even discovered an 8th symbol, one of grandstanding, and how fitting that would be to add to his collection, once he was able to locate it. Of course, angels were not so logical in their thinking methods. Instead they chose to waste their time in folly and in faith, condemning others for the greater good, but condemnation is hardly a good thing. “Lets end this, Raziel. What do you say? I'll watch your back, you watch mine, the whole world is richer for it?”
1081 WORDS FOR CHARLES RAZIEL. CREDIT TO FANTOME AT CAUTION.
Posted: Mar 29 2012, 08:32 PM
Group: Opus Dei
Member No.: 31
Joined: 5-March 12
TILLIE AT CAUTION <3