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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2011 21:50:58 GMT
rise up to do thy biddingSearing heat scorched his eyeballs and threatened to flay skin from tissue as Donn became fully aware. Opening lizard eyes he blinked, taking a moment to get used to the multi-faceted sight of his true form. The eyelids felt strange closing from side to side rather than top to bottom, and not for the first time he realised he had been away far too long. His tail felt heavy and unwieldly, wrapped half around his torso, and his scaly skin itched and stung.
He flexed his claws, tentatively reaching out to touch the solid rock of the wall, before hauling himself upright. Pausing for breath, he took a moment to look around the room, tipping his head first to one side, then the other, enjoying the satisfying sound and feel of cartilidge clicking loudly.
He was alone, but he knew it would not be long before someone or something was alerted to his presence, so he slowly began to slithercrawlslide stealthily across the floor, heading towards the Inner Sanctum.
his master's voice
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vain
Minion
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Post by vain on Feb 7, 2011 20:47:11 GMT
The dark lord, Azazel, sat upon his skull laden throne, head in hand thinking of how his plans were proceeding. There was a tug at the edge of his senses, signaling the arrival of one of his demons. He sent his senses out further, scanning the halls of the sanctum to identify his guest. So, Donn has returned, he concluded as he withdrew his percipience. "Welcome Donn," his voice boomed out through the inner sanctum. "What news have you of the surface world?"
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 8, 2011 9:53:24 GMT
rise up to do thy biddingDonn fell to the floor in obeisance as he heard his master's voice in his head. For long moments he stayed where he was, paying rightful homage to the great dark lord. When finally he contiued on his way, he remained as low as he could possibly go, keeping his head bowed and his eyes lowered to approach the throne.
"My Lord," he spoke reverently, looking no further than the very outskirts of the mountain of skulls on which he knew his master was seated. "Your servants have reaped many souls, and I myself have sent you many many blackened hearts to do your bidding."
He tried to bow even lower, and scraped his head on the rock. His voice sounded sibilant even to himself, here in this low vault, echoing off the walls in multitudinous harmony.
"Many of the humans have fallen from the Light, Lord," he continued. "And the Solstice approaches. Soon it will be time for you to rise to your rightful place once again."
He felt restless here deep in the bowels of the underworld. He wanted to return to Earth, to check on Dahlia, to arrange the next drug shipment... once again he felt guilty that he prefered the world of humans and his own human form to the home of his creator, and the snake-like figure Azazel had created for him.
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Minion
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Post by vain on Feb 13, 2011 3:03:55 GMT
"Excellent," Azazel said, a small smile gathering at the edge of his lips. "I believe your efforts deserve to be rewarded Donn. I shall grant you one desire. You do not have to speak it now. Think on it if you like," he said. Azazel brought his hand together into a pyramid. He was feeling generous with his goal so close at hand. The seal that held him in place was nearly nullified though it had taken him thousands of years to weaken it so far. Soon he would be strong enough to remove his bonds and rise to the human world and from there into the Halls of Sanctity in heaven where he would confront his Father. Suddenly there was a massive divine aura that tugged on the edge of his percipience. It pulled at him nagging and once again his mood was darkened.
"We have an unexpected guest. There is an angel in hell and this one is powerful. Bring it to me," Azazel commanded.
(sorry its so short and I haven't posted in so long.)
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 13, 2011 8:37:10 GMT
((Ooc: No worries, can't be helped. Hope the arm's mending ok ) rise up to do thy biddingDonn felt an almost orgasmic shudder of pleasure run through his entire body as he heard the praise from his master, and he couldn't stop a self-satisfied smile from spreading across his face. A reward! Oh but what a reward it would be if Azazel himself chose to honour him with it... Donn's immediate thoughts turned to women... lots of women... but then he thought of money... and cars... But of course, he could already have any amount of those things if he so chose. He had enough money from the drugs to buy any fast car, or indeed any woman, his eye might fall upon...
Except one...
The one woman he could not have, the one woman who would not bow down to him nor succumb to his wishes...
Dahlia.
Oh he could force her of course... and the thought crossed his mind on frequent occassions, but he didn't want her like that. He wanted her to come to him willingly. Maybe that then would be his wish. Perhaps...
"Thank you my Lord," he hissed, still with his nose to the floor. "I..."
But he had no chance to fawn more, as Satan spoke again, indicating another presence in Hades... an unwelcome one. Donn stiffened, and slowly rose up onto his haunches, just as a lowly demon called out from the doorway that one such had indeed demanded to see the Great One.
Donn scrabbled away to do his master's bidding, grabbing the demon as he went and throwing it back out into the rocky passageway. Lowly as the snake was, there was always something lower here in the underworld, and Donn was happy to show this putrid form of life its place.
"How dare you enter our master's chamber without leave!" he hissed, pushing the creature ahead of him as he slithered away. "Where is this... angel? Take me to him at once!"
The demon aquiesced, snivelling as he led the way back to the gates. As they approached, Donn began to feel an overwhelming presence of holy light, and he was afraid. A vast shadow fell over the flickering flames at the edge of Hell, and Donn could smell fresh air and rain. He sneezed. Disgusting. How dare an angel of Heaven come here, to his father's kingdom?
A fallen soul was standing beside the gates, a once-human in demon form. Donn was impressed, although he did not show it. For Azazel to bother allowing the soul of a man to continue in his service after death was an honour indeed... this man must have been exceedingly bad in life.
"My master wishes... him... to come with me before his throne," Donn stated, suitably cowed towards Zaleth.
He turned towards Gabriel, unable to look at him full on, instead gazing at the ground beside his heavily booted feet as he spoke.
"This way."
his master's voice
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The Darkness in your Light
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Post by Raven on Feb 13, 2011 16:15:13 GMT
Zaleth raised one of his brows as Donn entered the picture. His gaze took in Donn’s every fiber. From his snake like body to the unique presence of Azazel’s recent proximity from scent alone.
“Looks like you get to follow little Gabriel… down… into the very pit you so often fight against.”
He awaited Gabriel to follow the demon who had emerged from Hell’s bowls. Still playing his violin gentle moving the bow over the strings with the same skill he used with his sword… one stroke kept perfect tempo with the sound it produced… here came a sweet melody that quickened until it drew more and more demonic the deeper it traveled.
“So snake… why do you reek of mortals… and yet seem to have been sent by Azazel himself… I find it odd… someone such as yourself would be meeting Lord Azazel in the flesh.”
With out breaking his stride or pace he occasionally fixed the posture and technique of demons torturing the damned souls. He stared dully at the path to the inner sanctum when they arrived before smiling sadistically.
“Beautiful is it not! Hell the most wonderful place to ever be made… here… is its heart.” He extended his hand casually. “Lord Azazel this angel… Gabriel better known as the role he plays as messenger… wishes to see you… about some message from your father.” His eyes turned towards Gabriel. “Enter… only once he says you may…”
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 13, 2011 17:48:09 GMT
my duty is to my father[/font][/color][/size] Gabriel was not in the slightest bit impressed by the demon's playing of the violin. He waited with the practised air of one who is used to waiting for long periods... sometimes years... for something portentious to occur, hands loosely clasped in front of him, eyes gazing unseeing into the middle distance, and every fibre atuned to his surroundings.
When the snake demon approached he tensed, though he didn't move a muscle, save for a nerve in his jaw which clenched and twitched once.
Gabriel watched impassively as the snake-demon seemed not to be able to look directly at him, and followed as it turned back into the depths of Hell. To his surprise the violin playing one also accompanied them, but Gabriel ignored him as he attempted provocation. Nothing would sway him from his task, and no mere relinquished human soul was going to intimidate him with words.
At long last, after descending for what seemed like hours even further into the depths, demons of all shapes and sizes on every side tormenting lost souls to screaming point, they came to the inner sanctum. The snake-demon had left them, slithering away on a mission of his own no doubt, and Gabriel and Zaleth were alone.
Gabriel ignored him, and strode into the throne room, halting before the fallen one and standing tall. The man-demon had no idea of the history between these former brothers. He had been in existence for only a few hundred years no doubt. What did he know of the struggle between Heaven and Hell, Azazel and his Father?
"Brother," he greeted Azazel courteously but briefly. "I bring you a great gift from our Father."
Although the last great battle seemed like only yesterday to Gabriel, and although he could clearly picture Azazel's face when he was cast down, now he no longer recognised the figure before him as one of the greatest archangels of all time. He had changed immeasurably, either by design or by evolution, and now more resembled one of his own disgusting creations than one of God's firstborn sons.
"Our Father," Gabriel continued, determined that Satan should not forget from whence he came, "has grown weary of mankind and their deficiencies. He says you can have them and their pitiful planet to do with as you see fit. He cannot lift the ties that bind you here in this place, but if you are able to break them yourself He will not stop you."
All this he recited without passion, without any feeling at all; he merely spoke as though he were reading from a parchment, as though none of it affected him in any way. But beneath his impassive exterior he was in turmoil. Even he, obedient, loving as he was towards his Father, could not see how this was going to end well. It was the first time he had ever disagreed with a decision of God, and it confused him utterly. He would never dream of speaking his mind of course. Unlike Michael, he could no more go against his Father than he could cut off his own wings. But he was greatly saddened, and disturbed by what he foresaw might happen when Azazel once more walked upon the Earth.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 13, 2011 18:11:17 GMT
rise up to do thy biddingRebus was also surprised when the demon followed them as they made their way down into the bowels of Hell, but he was pleased not to have to be alone with the archangel. His presence filled Donn with foreboding, and the smell of the heavens that the tall, dark warrior brought with him made the demon queasy.
He couldn't fathom why an archangel would be here, in the underworld, requesting to see the master, but it was not his place to question. He didn't even want to be here any more; he wanted to go back topside, and now that the blackened soul was accompanying the messenger he saw no reason why he should need to remain.
The direct question surprised Donn, and he paused in his slithering before replying. It would no doubt sound strange to any demon that one of their own prefered to walk upon the Earth than spend his time down here in the welcoming embrace of Hades, but Donn could not help the way he felt. Azazel was aware of his preference, and it pleased him to know he had one whom he could trust walking amongst the weakling humans.
"I live above," he replied simply. "I attend to my master's wishes, and help prepare for his return."
He glanced at the archangel as he said this, but the warrior did not appear to have heard, so he continued.
"I must take my leave," he stated. "I have already been gone too long."
With no further explanation he slithered away towards a remote area where he could once again fall into a deep comatose state, ready to re-enter his earthly form.
his master's voice
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