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5-13-2007 6:53:31 AM
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Ok<br>ill post the updated version soon, but its over 4000 words<br>so just a warning before you decided to read it all way through

You Will Remember The Night You Were Struck By The Sight Of Ten Thousand Fists In The Air.

RE: My story...
5-13-2007 10:40:56 AM
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all right, heres the continued part.
sorry bout the length but i enjoy writing.

Angel Of Retribution (Updated name)

Chapter 1

He awoke from his sleep, the memories of his dream still fresh in his mind, the same he’d been having for months, every night without fail. It was getting to the point where he expected it and knew it backwards. He looked at the clock, 5:37 AM. “Not again” he mumbled drowsily, and sat upright, looking at his wallpaper. He knew it was a strange insomnia cure but still, it worked.

The dream in question involved an angel, falling from heaven, swearing revenge at the creator of everything. Angry, that they had been betrayed. “Gods assassin” he had often heard just before the conscious image of the dream began playing in his mind.

After he had woken later, he went to school as normal, but something didn’t quite seem right. His déjà vu was playing up, as though he had lived this day before, even predicting people’s conversations before they even spoke themselves. Such was his “gift” that when arranged fights were sweeping the playground, he cleaned up in the sweepstakes, making a lot of money in the process, and a few enemies.

Yet again he knew that that bunch of Neanderthals were going to pursue him. They still hadn’t learnt from last time when him and his friends picked them off one by one, as a lion stalks its prey. His nickname, which he rather liked, was “gold lion” after his favourite colour and his zodiac sign, Leo the lion.

He enjoyed the image that those two words created in the minds of people. A creature of amazing and strength and speed. Completely unlike himself, unable to win fights and would never run in a marathon.

On his way home he could predict that groups intentions from a mile away, and proceeded to make a mental plan of action, surround them and pick off anyone who fell behind, waited to try and catch them, or wandered off.

Enjoying stalking his soon to be “prey” he noticed something odd. He heard the voice from his dream shouting out to him. It was then he knew that the dream wasn’t just random images. It was a premonition of the future.

The light was blinding, it seemed time had stopped and, without even knowing it, he slumped onto the floor.

When he eventually came around, his surroundings had changed; instead of the dark, damp alleyway he was in what appeared to be a prison cell. The room was all metal, with a few air holes at the top of the ten metre tall ceiling. He wondered aloud to himself “how…did I get here? Why did I not guess this was coming?” But before he could begin thinking about an answer he heard echoing footsteps coming down the hall, it didn’t take a psychic to figure out that they didn’t belong to someone wishing him well.

Chapter 2

What he did next, not even he knew. He crouched to the right of the steel door, and waited. Eventually the door opened, but instead of seeing a guard he saw a huge, grotesque creature, about the size of a gorilla, entered. But there was nothing primitive about this ape. He was armed to the teeth with long swords, broad swords, 9mm handguns and on his back was mounted a minigun. The gorilla thing was wearing five belts of ammunition in total, tackling this thing, wasn’t going to be easy.

Still with the odds against him, he leapt at the “ape” and it dodged him. He did manage to grab his long sword however and with, what could only have been a miracle, cut through the gorilla’s thick hide, spraying a mist of blood over the metal walls. He didn’t take long gloating in his victory however as he was quickly surrounded and subdued before being knocked unconscious.

The next time he woke, he found he was in a much higher security cell. With clear walls that were twice as tough as the steel ones. However, the apes weren’t as smart as humans yet, they hadn’t removed the sword from his back. Drawing it he sat down and began to think of a plan. Two hours later he still hadn’t managed to think of something. Defeated he retired, his only hope pinned on his dreams giving some clue to escape this crystal prison.

Seconds passed like minutes, minutes like hours, and hours like eternities. Losing all track of time in this suspended hellhole he was broken down to nothing but a shell of a person, his will all but broken. His mind set on only one thing, revenge. Someone had had him incarcerated here, and he could never rest in peace until that persons blood, bathed the very floor on which he stood. With this in mind his identity was now sealed like concrete. He would become the bane of everything with malicious intent; no spawn of Satan would be safe in this world, little aware that soon his pledge would contradict itself, he renounced his old pathetic name, choosing instead a name which would strike fear into the hearts of men and demons alike.

The name was enough to drive anyone beyond the brink of insanity.

The Latin translation of “light bringer” yet shunned by the unknowing.

Lucifer

Chapter 3

At the brink of despair, Lucifer had begun to self-harm; the releases of the endorphins were the only thing keeping him from losing his mind. The scars, he knew would appear grotesque so he hid them on his body, mainly his torso and back. But he knew now what he had to do. Escape from here, find the nearest city and begin his manhunt for the bastard who had ordered his imprisonment. The plan was already formulating inside Lucifer’s mind; tomorrow he would be out of this place, and hopefully in a shining utopia to begin his hunt. Now there was nothing else to do but wait for the guard and hope that, against the odds, he could take the guard out.

The next day, Lucifer was nauseous with worry. A lot of the plan relied on luck and circumstance, and was beginning to doubt his skill. Well what little skill he possessed anyway. He found himself hyperventilating, preparing for this moment. “The guard will insert the key for the door to give me my breakfast in precisely 27 seconds” he thought aloud, whispering softly. Being in this place he had gotten used to all the sounds and routine, glancing to his right he saw the guard coming along.
The guard unlocked the door and Lucifer drew his weapon underneath his t-shirt “turning in 3…2…1…” Lucifer thought quietly and leapt at his target, adrenaline rushing through his veins, anticipating the moment when the corpse will hit the floor, and there would be no return.

Strangely enough the blow never connected, the guard had disrupted the plan by turning around and the blade hit nothing but the reinforced steel of his armour, knocking Lucifer back a couple of feet.
“Listen worm!” the guard shouted at him, “if your trying to escape you’ll have to enter in the tournament.”
“Tournament?” Lucifer asked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s a series of duels to the death.” The guard explained. “The last person standing walks free, and by attacking me unprovoked, you’ve just put your name down on the registration.”

Chapter 4

Before he could respond, darts fired from a small hole in the guard’s breastplate; covered in a mild paralysing agent, as his muscles went numb he collapsed on the floor, giving him plenty of time to think.
“This could be the perfect solution,” he thought. “I can experience proper combat and win my freedom”
The guards were carrying his limp body down and down the staircases, catching a glimpse of the fight pits below he realised maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

Spikes lined the arena, spinning blades and spike traps were randomly dotted around the circular arena. Blood stains covered almost every patch of dirt, steel and wood. It was clear that this race was barbaric, connoisseurs of combat and despising of the weak of body and mind. In a way, combat is, in itself, an art form. It took a sharp mind to lead an army into battle, but an even sharper blade if you are to stand any chance of victory.

He could feel his bodily functions returning, his fingers began twitching and his mind was racing. “This isn’t just slashing at thin air” he thought, “This is against another sentient being, not just some vermin which even its own kind reject”. All kinds of questions were racing through his mind. Would his weapon be provided or will he have to use his long sword? Will he actually be expected to kill another sentient?
There wasn’t any time to ask though as he was thrown into the arena preparation room, with nothing but a sword in his hand and a silent prayer in his heart, he climbed to his feet and ventured to meet the other combatants.

Chapter 5

The arena waiting rooms were incredibly cramped, inside the space, no larger seven feet long and wide, were twenty other combatants, the majority human the rest appeared to be younger versions of the guards species, except one. He stood in a corner, breathing deeply, clothed in plain black robes and bearing a tight grip on his, if anything stupidly big, broadsword in one hand. The blade was at least 12inches long. Its range was approximately 2 metres when swung at arms length. What was most worrying about this enigmatic character was the fact that he held it in one hand, with relative ease. This man was obviously not going to die easily. Suddenly in one quick sweep he threw off the robes, revealing his true self. Blond spiky hair, plain black clothes and eyes bluer than a sapphire. Not a single scar was on his face, so either he was very strong or new to the arena. Lucifer hoped it was the former.
“If your so impressed” the formerly robed man said “wait till you’ve faced me. Amazement will be your last feeling”
It was clear he was attempting to psyche Lucifer out, and it was working. Lucifer knew however that he couldn’t allow himself to die here, not after his plan for revenge. This guy would just become the first of many notches on his blade. Or so he hoped

Contestants were allowed to view the duels. Looking through the reinforced glass window he knew what the man meant. In battle, a black wing, similar to a bat, had appeared on his right shoulder. And against the odds, it was supporting his weight completely.
The angel of death was right in front of him, and like it or not, he was going to have to face him sooner or later.
He was seriously considering running from the arena and heading for the exit, but before he could even move from the spot his name was called, the other eighteen combatants were already dead and the kill count was going to up itself to 19 shortly.

Chapter 6

Lucifer’s feeling of fear as he stepped into the ring was surprising, even for him. This “angel” was standing there, pretty relaxed and calm; silently taunting him, almost certain that he would have won within two seconds if it hadn’t been for the next incident.
A load explosion blew through the walls one hundred storeys above them, setting the top half of the complex aflame. A few seconds later a small group of people burst in, wielding machine guns and short swords they looked like a minor terrorist organisation.
They tied a thick set of rope around the bars covering the edge, rappelled down into the arena. It was then when Lucifer recognised them, his friends were here to, and they weren’t about to let him go now they found him.
“Leo!” They shouted. “You’re alive”.
“My names Lucifer now, and how did you find me?”
“Simple, they were planning a public execution so we had to intervene”
“Public… you” he turned to the angel. “This is all staged?”
“Of course” the angel replied “However I’m actually going to kill you, payment or not!”

With that sentence the wing emerged and the angel launched at Lucifer, sword drawn and covered in a dark aura and a disruptive wave of Mana surrounding him. Lucifer rolled to the side narrowly missing a spike trap, which launched upwards as he was close. The angel turned and charged again, this time the whole of Lucifer’s friends firing at him. The bullets went through the angel’s body, blood flying out of the wounds that they left.
But so far, they were achieving nothing, the flames were slowly sinking, if they didn’t escape soon, then the exits would be blocked and the angel would kill them all indefinitely. Lucifer was beginning to worry, then out of nowhere a sudden burst of pain hit his back, his screams echoed up through the prison walls, and his eyes turned from their shade of brilliant blue, to a deep blood red. His sword had shattered as he had grabbed onto it to try and control the pain, then suddenly his human body transformed.
Two large black feathered wings shot out of his back, a dark aura surrounded his body and, in his right hand, appeared a long sword, carved with satanic symbols and an appearance of dried blood. His skin had become ghostly white, his hair dull and yet magnificently long. And as he stood there, shaking, he heard that angel of deaths voice.
“WHAT?!?” he shouted “ SURELY YOU CAN’T BE…”.
He was, he had denied his true form all of his life, ashamed as he was to admit it, there was nothing he could do.
He was an angel as well.

Chapter 7

In this form, Lucifer was able to move faster, hit harder and most of all, at that moment in time, fly. His friends who had witnessed this were as shocked as the blond angel on the other side of the room. Lucifer was breathing heavily, this form took out a lot of his Mana energy. He shot his eyes forward towards the angel, and said in a voice which echoed eerily, as though two were speaking at once.
“You thought I was just a human did you, Arailius?”
“No… I could sense powerful energy from you, but I didn’t expect such a powerful form”
This…This is but a taste of my true power Arailius!”
This was the only the second time he had transformed, and he was horrified when he saw it the first time.
“Come on” he shouted to his friends. “We’re leaving”.#
Without arguing they jumped onto his wings and he jumped up through the 50 storey central gap, between the railings through the centre, and landed neatly in front of the blown passageway. This area was charred now, only dying embers left, glowing like lanterns in the dark.
His friends disembarked and headed for the entrance. Lucifer heard Arailius flying up through the column behind him.
“hmm…” he hummed quietly “Sorry Arailius, but playtime ended, long, long ago.”
With these words, Lucifer raised his hand towards the ceiling and the whole ceiling began to cave in. This in turn brought the 90th and the lower floors down with it, it was quickly heading for them.
“Damn it!” he shouted “never could get that one right”.
He ran through the hole and let the warm sunlight hit his face. It didn’t last long however as his angel form wore off. Drained he collapsed onto the floor, breathing deeply. He heard the jail collapse behind him. Lucifer knew that the collapse could only hold Arailius for about 1 hour, so he had to get moving. He saw his friends running towards a ledge.

Bloody hell” he muttered. He had always hated heights. But maybe it wasn’t so bad. Peering over the hedge he remembered, he had a tendency to be wrong a lot of the time as well.
Putting this behind him, he eventually escaped. Leaving Arailius to fight his way up through the rubble.
He didn’t know how he remembered Arailius, he just knew. As though the knew each other once. Was he even an angel? Or did he just take that form because it was something Arailius feared? He wasn’t even in full control of his body during that encounter. But for now anyway, he just hoped he could get away. To discover the truth, and to fulfil his real motive.
Revenge.

Chapter 8

He was asleep for days. Trapped in his dream world. Pursued by nightmares at every turn. The falling angel. Arailius. This form which he could switch into, be it under severe pressure or just of his own will. In this little world of his, nothing was certain. His dreams used to be the only release from the real world. Now they were just cruel mockeries. His premonition had left him. These were just silly thoughts preying on his dream power. Mere shadows of doubt, feasting and growing stronger from the uncertainty in his mind and, he knew, within his heart.
The power he had felt in that form. It was supreme. He felt the opposite of his normal self. In the angel form he could fly, move quickly, hit harder, one-hundred fold stronger at least. As he slipped into an unconscious dream state. The regular image returned. The angel, falling from heaven, screaming curses at her creator, wings disintegrating. Then, he noticed the pattern.
The angel of death.
Arailius.
The angel of retribution.
Himself.
The angel of betrayal.
Unknown.

Soon, he would find her. Friend or foe, the angel of betrayal would have to be found. If friend he was almost certain she would help. If foe, then she would have to be destroyed.
Suddenly a thought struck him, knocking him from his coma like sleep,
“Surely” He thought “Me, Arailius and this girl can’t be all the angels in this world?” within his heart. He knew he was right.
As his thoughts settled, three words echoed over and over and over.
Death. Retribution. Betrayal.
His premonition and foresight abilities had returned. He figured one last thing before he went to sleep. These powers and his form change relied on his Mana, his magical ability. He wasn’t just psychic. With training he would be able to unleash powerful magic abilities. If used correctly, he could change the world. If used incorrectly, he would destroy it. This was his penance, for taking the lives of those people those years ago. His “Second chance”. He knew that white light was an explosion. But like a reaction he had unwittingly teleported him and his friends to another world entirely. It made sense. The creatures, the power he hadn’t been able to access in the “normal” world.
Knowing this, and going with a nervous smile, he drifted to sleep.

He awoke the next day to see that his friends had been killed in their sleep. Their throats slit, their blood staining the floor and they’re sheets. He knew why. He had escaped. They caused that. They would have seen him and presumed him dead. Lucky his face had drained of blood. Unlucky for his friends. They had died for him. He fell to his knees upon seeing the sight. Shaking. Blinded by rage. Doubting due to sorrow. He could feel his power surging. He let out a load primal like scream and his body enveloped itself in a bright white light. The eyes changed from bright blue to a magnificent shade of green. The building began shaking. His power was beginning to truly manifest itself. The stonework exploded and floated in a circular pattern around his body. He saw this now. A new from to transform to. That was a warrior and a telekinetic now. He had no wings in this form, but glided as though he had one hundred. From his hands he could shoot balls of white energy. His hair had gone from brown to blond. His skin hadn’t changed much.
Finally he decided to test his power. Feeling the sudden surge, he felt a force-field surround his body and push out with more force than a hand grenade. The cement slabs went flying. Carefully he arranged the slabs into makeshift tombstones and left his three friends there. Whoever did this will pay with their lives. Even if it meant the sacrifice of his. He wouldn’t allow himself to heaven or hell until everyone who opposed him was dead at his feet. Then he would allow the sweet eternal rest of death come over him. By his own hand, not Arailius’. He dismissed this from his mind, and drifted to the ground. His eyes became blue again. His hair brown. Looking up at the sky, lit by the rising sun, he swore vengeance on those who had dared to challenge him. It daunted on him. He was all alone from here. The angel of betrayal merely a potential ally. With as much potential to be an enemy. His mind was ever doubtful. He shook it off. Looking up again, he saw a flicker of sunlight through the clouds. His eyes closed and he stepped forward. He needed to replace the shattered steel sword with something a little stronger.

Chapter 9

Walking to a nearby town, he wandered around. He found a weapons shop. In this world guns were only for military and policing jobs. However some renegades would easily gain access to them.
Walking around he noticed a marketplace. Where others would see a place of trading, Lucifer saw a goldmine. His pick pocketing was famous around his part of town. Nearly succeeding in stealing diamonds from a posh party. The guards had located him and that was his early retirement plan on hold.
This was a new start. For a new start, one needed money. For money, he could see a simple solution. He needed the money to help himself, and get into heaven. They couldn’t hold him responsible for that in heaven. Could they?
It was a risk he had to take. Passing through the busy market he succeeded in stealing 100 gold coins, 53 silver ones and 3 buttons off a coat. Well they were nice buttons.
He went into a local pawn shop. Handed over the buttons and got 7 silver pieces. Which (if changed into our currency) bought in a total of £10.60. he needed some faster revenue if he was going to get that zweihander he had his eye on.
That two handed sword was amazing. The intricate detailing on its golden trimmed blade was amazing. Depicting ancient battles and the people it had slain. The original owner must have been loathe to part with it. Then he realised. He could just steal this. It was going to be missed surely, but his need was greater than that of a money grabbing shopkeeper, his mind made up he stepped into the store and began formulating a plan.
He would use his telekinetic power to throw the customers and keeper out of the shop and seal the entrance. Then he would use the white energy to suspend around the sword. While the light covers it he would simply take it and then he would surround himself with the light and launch himself through the ceiling and shatter the barrier around the doors. As he moved to initiate the plan, pain shot up his spine and he dropped to the floor on his hands and knees and his vision became blurry and things darkened. That feeling came over him, and his back erupted into pain. One single black feathered wing erupted onto his left side and his blood ran down his back. In his human form this hurt a lot more. He could sense his Mana wasn’t being drained. Something was wrong. Had Arailius tacked him? We’re his friends…no they were dead. Then he heard an explosion coming from the marketplace. His wing automatically began flapping like crazy. Whatever had caused that explosion was powerful, he lunged for the sword and grabbed its hilt, moments before he took off. From a birds eye view, he saw Arailius. He urged himself to transform to his telekinetic form, it succeeded and he regained his ability to control his flight path. Landing on a roof of a small home, he prepared for combat and hoped his sword was as effective as it seemed.

Chapter 10

Lucifer knew that charging at Arailius was not a good plan, and would must likely result in him being killed outright. He had to try and think this through and quickly. A diversion might leave a part of Arailius’ defence exposed but that wasn’t likely. A crowd was forming around Arailius’. Lucifer had to act quickly to try and avoid innocent crowd from being killed. His mind racing he didn’t even know what he was doing until it was too late.


He leapt from the top of the building he was perched on, sword drawn, wings throwing him towards Arailius, however such a simple attacks was destined to fail. Arailius deflected the blow and sent Lucifer flying through the home he had leapt off. Stepping to his feet he saw Arailius walking through the debris. “So…” he said under his breath, “the organisation sent you to kill me?”
“O…organisation?” Lucifer asked, dazed from the heavy blow. “So, you can turn into our forms, but you don’t even know what we are?! All supernatural beings, including me, are born human, but a chain reaction in our DNA transforms us. A secret underground organisation known as A.A.N, or Angels Against Normal’s was formed as an attempt to make normal humans see that we aren’t mutants. That we were, in fact superior.”
Lucifer was confused. “So why do they want you dead?”
“Well, once your in the A.A.N the only way out is dismissal or death. I betrayed them by failing in an assassination mission.”
“oh…”Lucifer said weakly, beginning to recover from the blow. “So this, A.A.N… they believe they are superior?”
Yes. Since my assassination attempt on you failed, I was thrown out of the organisation, realising later my intended target was a fourteen year old, they judged me unfit to even be an angel. That’s why I thought you were one of them when you attacked me, after all I was looking for you to make a deal.”
“A deal?” Lucifer said, slightly confused. “What kind of a deal?”
“You help me destroy the A.A.N, and ill send you back to your realm.”
“Well I was on a personal mission, to find and kill the person who sent me here in the first place.”
“That would have been Xison, the only one who can altar people’s dimensional locations”
“So…if Xison dies…I can go home?”
“That’s the deal, upon his death his power will be transferred to nearest sentient being”
Lucifer was quiet for a minute, this could be a trap but right now he didn’t care. His friends were dead, he would have been pronounced dead in his world, but he wanted to be at his home again.
“Ok…” Lucifer said quietly “I’ll help, pull any tricks and ill strike you down”
“Whatever, you’ll have to keep up with me, slow me down and you’ll be the one falling to the ground.”
The once rivals set off, a bigger? enemy in their sights, a dangerous mission no doubt but Lucifer’s only chance at getting home. And Arailius’ only chance to live. They were taking on the worlds angels. Along they way, they were destined to make many allies and enemies. And lose some along the way.



Chapter 11

Now their rivalry side, albeit temporarily, the duo headed south to one of the five major cities, Biralum. This was the closest place and Arailius explained it had a majority of human inhabitants. Arailius grew to become a friendly rival over the days of travelling, often competing with Lucifer in an attempt to show him up in comparison. As the night sky began infiltrating the dim light of the evening, they approached Biralum, only to find that the place was deserted. Corpses piled up in the street. It’s exterior wall, it’s only line of defence, crumbled and scorched. “No…”Arailius muttered, his sapphire blue eyes, focusing on the burning castle in the background. “One of the elite’s must have come here, they might be following us” Arailius sounded worried. They climbed over the rubble and walked through the city. It’s shops and market place burning, the old mansion in the centre was little more than a shell of a woodwork skeleton. Lucifer knew this was connected to his dreams. His cyan eyes looked skywards and, as he had expected the heavens opened, rain fell against his face and down his hair. Sighing he decided that he should search Biralum in an attempt at finding the culprit.
Stepping down the stairs, Lucifer almost shed a tear for the bodies which now lined the streets and alleyways. But if they had been here earlier, he would have been undoubtedly amongst them. Arailius was trailing behind, his hand gripped on his sword which, through striking at Lucifer’s blade earlier had been shortened by getting split by a shockwave which Lucifer had unwittingly unleashed. The once two metre long blade was now barely one metre, the other half had shattered into hundreds of pieces. Biralum was spooky, the only light the flames of burning buildings and corpses. Suddenly Lucifer heard a human scream, just beyond the marketplace. Almost instinctively Arailius leapt into the air, sword drawn and charged. Lucifer was terrified. If he didn’t fight he was doomed. He could feel energies moving inside him. His fear developed into terror. Terror into shock. He was shaking and as quickly as the feelings came they went. Lucifer hadn’t noticed his form change and the new weapon which hung by his side.
His hair now black, his sword as long and wide as Arailius’ old version. His eyes cat like green. One black bat like wing shot out of his left side and he leapt and charged just as Arailius did. His new form was a lot like Arailius, and as he flew over the hill he saw why. Arailius was dying, his spirit obviously being sent to him as a last resort. Arailius himself was impaled by two short swords, seemingly parallel to one another. Only a professional could carry out such a well thought out execution. Lucifer saw a shadow dart from behind a building and instinctively pursued it.


Chapter 12

Running through the still burning streets, Lucifer’s eyes set on the escaper like a lion would aim at it’s prey. Leaping onto a nearby roof Lucifer thought he would get a much better view. As he did the runner slowed, Lucifer got in front of him and drew his sword.
“Who are you?” he shouted at the black robed enigma.
“My name” the person said in a eerie voice “is not of importance to you”. This only managed to anger Lucifer further, he lunged at the man, obviously catching him off guard, impaled him and thrust the sword into the wall to hold him there. “I’ll ask again. Who ARE YOU?”
“I am a remnant of your dark memories” the voice said “I am here to make sure you do not succeed. Because your heart is impure, wracked by a sin that will never relinquish its hold on you.”
“What do you mean?” Lucifer asked, scared.
“It’s your fault that everyone in the arena died, your friends died, and Arailius died. Because of you there now burning in hell. But you will never be able to ask for forgiveness, and deep down you know that’s all you want. Or do I need to further remind you?”
“NO!” Lucifer screamed. “I NEVER ASKED FOR HELP, THEY MADE THAT CHOICE THEMSELVES!”
“Believe whatever you want, but you know they died because of you. Because of five years ago…”
“SHUT UP!” Lucifer shouted, tears rolling down his face. The hot air failing to warm the silver droplets.
Sniggering the enigmatic man, disappeared into darkness. Lucifer dropped to his knees and sobbed till morning. The fires dying down and the embers fading in the dim sunlight.
Lucifer began thinking aloud.
“I’m not fit to help or save anyone. I’m pathetic. I DON’T EVEN DESERVE LIFE!”
His shouting sent birds flying from their trees. Looking at them flying to the sunset he realised, his power of flight, he could leave it behind. No… he had to avenge his friends and Arailius. His spirit weakened he walked to a nearby village and sheltered there for a few days.



Chapter 13

Three days had past since Lucifer had encountered his “dark side”. The memories of his past life, his Sins, his Crimes. Everything that in this life he regretted. Back then he was just a pawn in a more intricate game than he could ever imagine. He was Satan’s assassin. In the God wars he was a general. He had slain many angels over them weeks. But he had also lost many demons. Without back-up he was practically alone in this war. In the end neither side won the wars, despite their losses. A great entity known only as Demogel, claiming to be a god of balance swept in and obliterated each force as they were weakened. Lucifer felt threatened by this and attempted an assassination. The attempt went swimmingly until Demogel caught Lucifer with a poisoned dagger primed above his chest. Demogel possessed great telekinetic abilities and threw Lucifer across the room.
Laughing Demogel walked towards Lucifer. “Pathetic being. You couldn’t even kill a sleeping target. Well, unlike the others, I have the ability to kill Angels and Demons. Including ASSASSINS!!”
Lucifer was almost passed out at this point, the battle had worn him out, and sneaking never was his strong point, so he had to kill all guards in his way or face a botched job. Not that it wasn’t already.
“I can also choose your reincarnation. You will be nothing, lucky if a fraction of your power returns. And guess what else? I will hold you in a world of death, watch your friends die around you.”
“You don’t sound like a god of balance!”
“That was merely a ploy, Satan himself is already repelling my forces attacks, and “God” is barely holding off our forces, however there was one who was a problem. God’s assassin. After we were finished she wasn’t even sure who she was anymore. Pity… she would have made a great opponent for your last battle”
Lucifer leapt at Demogel, dagger aimed at his head
“YOU ARE MY LAST OPPONENT!!”
His the dagger sunk into his head, Demogel had already began an incantation. Within seconds Lucifer’s body was limp and he collapsed. This life ended. All went dark, and Satan’s assassin was dead. The reincarnation though would never be as strong as the original.
The god wars had ended due to the disappearances of both God’s Assassin and Satan’s Assassin. However wherever you look, you can still see the scars of the war. Scorched earth, Stonehenge and even the Aurora Borealis, a spell to destroy the angel’s stronghold had gone wrong and created an amazing light show, though scientists claim is was solar wind.
Snapping out of his flashback several things made sense, watching his friends die, being trapped in a world of death, The Angel of Betrayal. It had all fallen into place. Demogel was still alive with his ability to reincarnate. His only way home was to settle the score of the past, and look to thee future. He couldn’t possibly take Demogel in the current state, or one of his powered up forms. But he knew that if one possessed the will of both the holy and unholy entities, they could transform into monstrosities stronger, faster, more deadly than anything that had existed before. But both God and Satan thought he was dead. If he just turned up he would have a lot of explaining to do. He would need to get some killing in, some recognition amongst the people. The entities would favour him if he swore allegiance to both, but which one could give him the ultimate form? He began formulating a plan. If God and Satan allied they would stand a better chance against Demogel, then with favour from both he could finish Demogel off and leave this world, back home.


Chapter 14

Demogel was not the type of person you would deliberately anger. His powers far surpassed that of any god, peaceful or vengeful. His eyes, red slits on his snakelike face. Demogel was more powerful than Satan. But if God and Satan combined forces they could destroy him. It doesn’t take a genius to notice that they don’t get on well together, but if they didn’t ally themselves then they would both be obliterated. Even if it was just to keep the rivalry alive they had to join together.
Lucifer wandered for several days on a personal pilgrimage to the holy site of God and the unholy site of Satan. This brought to mind the symbol of yin yang. The balance, opposites. It seemed so simple, but at the same time so complex. Sure the theory of “equal balance in everything” seemed simple. But when you apply it to modern day it is harder than first imagined. How can good and evil exist peacefully? Answer: It can’t. conflict will always rise above everything. Be it for honour, wealth, fame, infamy. Anything. Where God’s temple was grand and magnificent, supported by white marble pillars, gilded with the finest gold leaf.
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5-13-2007 1:53:49 PM
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that was so good u should be an author

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i know i cut the tenth chapter a little short, i intend to finish is<br>but its hard after typing for hours.<br>

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5-16-2007 7:45:31 AM
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pretty good stuff man, keep it up.<br><br>Later<br>Ansem

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5-16-2007 8:21:31 AM
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Thanks ansem<br>i know im doing something right

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5-22-2007 10:53:41 AM
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I love the refs to Lucifer, cloud. But it makes me wonder why i can't have that stuff in my avatar/profile, a mystery indeed.<br><br>later<br>Ansem

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5-22-2007 2:58:45 PM
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thats bullshit whoever changed your shit even if it was mog there nothing in the rules against that stuff therefore shouldnt be changed unless mog feels the need to make a rule stating this stuff

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5-26-2007 5:53:15 AM
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I got the latin translation from my mum.<br>it IS true though<br>Lucifer = Light bringer in latin<br>the church made up all the satanist things as propaganda

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5-29-2007 4:16:12 PM
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Woah.. I only read the first chapter because I'm lazy but I still like the way you worded it.. Nice job.

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5-29-2007 4:51:43 PM
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same im prolly gonna read a chapter a day

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5-30-2007 9:07:34 AM
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I've not been working on it as much, seeing as people like it though<br>ill write more

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5-31-2007 6:01:53 PM
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im now on chapter 5 and the story looks pretty good <br>they should make a game of this but change the name cus ppl r gonna sue or be mad that ur making lucifer a good guy

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6-1-2007 1:21:04 PM
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The names (Arailius for example) are my creation<br>Lucifer DOES mean light bringer in Latin and i think it<br>makes a good name for a character who spent the majority of his life<br>in darkness, so to speak<br><br>Also seph, i AM desiging a game at the moment (well for the past 10 years)<br>and its pretty good, even muteki is helping with ideas

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6-1-2007 3:42:29 PM
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thats not what im saying most ppl wdont kno lucifer means light bringer and prolly dont care i think ppl are gonna be mad that ur making a a fallen angel like lucifer a good guy

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6-1-2007 4:44:57 PM
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Safer, no matter how much people deny it, it IS the truth<br>whether or not people like it is up to them.<br>

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6-1-2007 6:34:17 PM
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i know that and i agree but the sad truth is people want to hear what they wat they want to hear and im just tryin to help u sell if it becomes a game/book
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6-1-2007 11:47:16 PM
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Yeah, i'm obsessed with fallen angels, and occult stuff, main reason i like this story.<br><br>Later<br>Ansem

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6-3-2007 10:22:23 AM
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I'll catch up on it later, theres 13 chapters so far (i think)

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6-4-2007 2:46:50 PM
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Ok, instead of reposting the whole story, i will simply edit in the new pieces.<br>if anyone would like a reference in the story or advice, PM me

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