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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:12:21 GMT -5
In a world of injustice, intolerance, hatred, and fear... in a world of ignorance, malice, greed, and racism...
In a world where criminals can walk free to make room for their fellows, where a war can be waged for money funded by hate...
In a world where the people are killing their planet... strange lightning storms are ripping through power grids all across the globe. Hurricanes are brewing alongside tornadoes and are destroying acres upon acres of forests and farmland, as well as cities and townships.
Fires spring up in arctic places, and blizzards coat desserts ice and freezing temperatures.
In a world where the people watch their universe unravel... life goes on, for ignorance truly is bliss...
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"Garrett? Hello?" Katey's voice said through the cell phone, miraculously without static.
"Katey. Turn on your TV, look at any station." Was his response.
Katey muttered something under her breath, but ambled her way to her television, flipping through channels... and seeing the same thing on every one. The Government's emergency broadcast showed the same thing, from 1-99, and from 100-900... The skies ripping apart over practically every capital city in the world. Black clouds flaring as fire and lightning crackle through them, as if the gates to hell itself were opening up.
"Umm... That's kind of creepy. What the hell is going on?" She asked, unnerved.
"I have no idea. Guess that last Jew joke really pissed somebody off, eh?" He chuckled, just as lost as she is.
"Be serious, for once in your life. This is important..." She said, kind of annoyed.
"Alright. Experts have no idea, I've been watching it for a few hours. I've noticed some weird shit, too. The last guy they interviewed said he saw things moving in the clouds, and they threatened to toss him in a nut house. But I've seen them too... somethings there, and said somethings are fighting."
"Are you serious?" She asked, eyes wide.
"I wouldn't make it up bascha. We got big trouble, and I don't think the world knows whats about to hit them."
"... Garrett ... this looks like something straight from the Clan, you know it?" She said, after a pause.
"That would be incredibly awesome and amazing... but I doubt it's possible. But what could this be? I mean, Judgment Day is grand and poetic, but I seriously doubt that is what this is, despite every religious figurehead in the damn world."
"I don't know... Why are the cell phones still working?" She asked, sitting back down at her computer desk, dazed.
"I don't know, but I ain't complaining... Holy shit! Did you see that?"
She jumped up and went back to watch her TV... and she saw it then. A huge bolt of ... some sort of energy ... blasted into a skyscraper, destroying at least three floors.
"Garrett... what's happening?" She asked, looking toward her ceiling for answers.
"Katey, I have no idea. But you need to get somewhere safe. I'm going to suit up and see what I can find out. My parents are on vacation anyways, as if they'd care." He said, then pulled out a drawer, carefully taking out his two pistols.
"Garrett... be careful." She said, quietly.
"... Likewise, darlin."
With that, he closed his phone, tucking it safely in a pocket. He stood up from his desk and stretched... then nearly jumped as lightning roared outside of his apartment. He shivered, holstering both guns. At eighteen, he could be a very intimidating person, with his crimson dreadlocks at 6'2, in his first year at the military Academy. Sadly, his apartment was located in Atlanta... the focal point of one of the wicked portals of broiling clouds.
"Bloody hell, this is going to be one long night."
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:12:39 GMT -5
The same scene was occurring all over the world. Cities were under attack, and armies watched, bewildered. Natural disaster ... or was it an attack?
The first reports of casualties were coming in, some innocent civilians... others, bizarre cases of criminals struck down by lightning, fire, or a mix of the two. Many agreed that Judgment Day walked amongst us... but a few, too few, knew the truth.
This storm would change the world as we knew it... countries forged in the fires of revolution would perish overnight to a force nothing on the planet could counter. Churches and mosques full of prayer and fear would burn just as easily as prisons full of the twisted and grotesque. This storm did not segregate, nor did it discriminate.
In the midst of this storm, riots were breaking out. Religious zealots and fanatics carried out frantic, last minute attacks on the world, fearing that this "Judgment" was for their failure to act. Entire countries plunged back into the Dark Ages in a matter of hours, including our own. All over, looting began, and no one was safe.
Yet, in the darkest corners of America, as if strategically located beforehand... were those blessed few that knew what was happening. And each of them felt something inside of them awaken... as if they had known this would happen, and they were created for this sole purpose...
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"Mike. Where's Kayla, and where are you?" Garrett asked as he walked down the streets, bypassing debris and garbage.
"Why are you calling us?" Mike responded, sounding very irritated.
"This goes past the bad blood, man. This is serious. Something big is going on, bro. You turned on a TV lately? Or, hell, look at the sky."
"... HOLY SHIT!" ... stated loud enough to nearly make Garrett drop his phone.
"Yeah. That's what I said, about six times louder. I know after the last reunion things got a little nasty, but we need to have another one. I'd rather do this as a pack than try the lone wolf stuff."
"... Alright. I'll talk to her. You talk to Katey yet?"
"Of course. I see you are playing the big brother again" said Garrett, and Mike could feel the grin if not see it.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't think I forgive the split lip."
"Pfft. Or my black eye, asshole." Garrett chuckled after that, shaking his head.
"Yeah, yeah. The shits hitting the fan here, dude. How are things down south?"
"Bro, they're just as bad. That's why I called. I've already talked to Corie and Kyle... man, I've been watching the news for a while. And it sounds wierd... but it seems the heaviest damage and the biggest storms are over the cities we're all located in or around..."
"... I think it would be cool if the Clan had something to do with this too, man, but it's just an RP. You know that, right?" Mike asked, seriously.
"I'm not sure, man. It's- shit" Garrett dived to the side as an Escalade roared past, two police vehicles in close pursuit, rising from the desperate leap with a growl.
"You alright man?" Mike asked in a concerned tone.
"Yeah. Some asshat tried to run me over, other than that I'm ... Mike ... the storm just ... opened up..."
Garrett stared skyward as the most gut-wrenching sound he'd ever heard ripped through the world, echoed by every other "storm cloud" around the globe. Fire, light, darkness, and other forms of energy all ripped their way across the heavens, creating an aurora Borealis of sorts... and then the world grew dark.
"Garrett? Garrett, are you seeing what I'm ... well, not seeing what I'm not seeing?"
"... I think those are demons... Mike. I think... I think I-"
"Jesus Christ, I think I see AFR!"
The phone went to static, then the inevitable "Signal Lost" tone jingled in Garrett's ear, after which he scowled and tucked the phone back in its case. He stared above as a figure in white platemail, a stark contrast to the grotesque, nightmarish armor the winged fiends battling him were wearing, frantically fought for his life, making his way towards the ground. The thing landed on the rooftop of a four or five story building, and two fiends landed shortly thereafter. He stared on in awe as the man made quick work of the two demons, then jumped off the building, landing gracefully on one knee.
The man's head rose and he looked into Garrett's eyes... eyes identical to his own.
"Garrett Roberts, I presume?" The man stated, rising gracefully without a speck of blood on his pristine if used armor. "I am sorry to inform you that our war has spilled over into your world."
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:13:00 GMT -5
Slowly, the world that man had come to take for granted was unraveling… before their very eyes. Thousands, if not tens of thousands, perished in the first few bleak hours. Hundreds more perished after that. The first day was the hardest… and the week that followed, when every regime and power structure crumbled. Military forces were scattered to the wind, and packs of outlaws roamed the countryside.
In the span of seven days, the world as we know it crumbled, and from the ashes a new empire began rising. An empire led much the same as the last, but in place of man, with his greed and corruption, now sat true demons, with their hatred, and their hunger for true power. Those who did not become slaves and wear the mantles of their new owners were butchered, or sent amongst the ranks of this new order. Monstrous men, clad in armor from nightmare, fought alongside these foul demons, corrupted by their promises of power and eternal life.
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“So… according to you, and don’t get me wrong man, I believe you and all…” Garrett began, hesitantly, “But, like I said, you are telling me that what we were role playing online… was really happening, in an alternate existence?”
“Precisely.” Armok said, scanning the dark streets of Indianapolis. “I do not know why I knew you, or why I was drawn to this particular area… but we knew that the fact that Asmodeus’s armies were opening portals that we couldn’t … We’ve never seen anything like what’s happening to your planet.”
“That really doesn’t- Look out!” Garrett said, rolling to the side.
And he rolled just in time, because a massive hammer cracked the asphalt upon which he had just been standing. A huge pit-fiend roared in outrage, and raised its hammer to swing again… until Armok’s blade slid up it’s belly into it’s heart. The beast mewled… then dropped to its knees.
“You-you can’t… be here…” The thing said, blood bubbling from it’s mouth as it fell forward.
Armok spit on the corpse, then gestured for Garrett to follow him, silently. They had covered over eight hundred miles in six days, looking for other members of both the true Shadow Clan and those from the boards. So far, they had found both the true Cutlass and his counterpart, Adam, as well as Wolf and Michael. The reunion was touching, for both had thought the other dead, as had those of the boards. Now, they were seeking AFR, and his counterpart Mike, as well as Kayla and Hikari Moriyaku.
“You are sure this is where they live, Garrett?” asked Armok, in a quiet voice.
“Positive man. Mapquest doesn’t lie!” he responded, with a nervous grin.
And sure enough, as they rounded the corner they ran into piles of corpses… some maimed badly, others hacked as if by an axe. One demon was still breathing, nearly choking as his lungs filled with blood. Armok crouched beside it, and sniffed its weapon, which was coated in blood. With a snarl of rage Armok ripped the beast’s throat out with his hand, then tossed the meat aside.
“… I take it the thing cut someone?” Garrett asked, hesitantly.
“Hikari Moriyaku’s blood is on the beasts weapon. She can heal herself, but they know we’re here now.”
“That’s not too tragic, though. Now you’ll teach them fear. And perhaps people will rally. I know the Clan will, and most of our friends…” Garrett began, but trailed off.
Armok was staring straight ahead, down the road… where a cluster of demons ringed around something. They were arguing, and though neither of them could make out the harsh, guttural tongue of demons, it sounded important. They moved on, and the two warriors trailed them, in the shadows. It was odd for Garrett, watching the shadows meld and form around Armok, sometimes solid, other times making him near invisible. Typing it and imaging it was much different from seeing it happen. He shook his head, then almost tripped over Armok, who had crouched down to inspect the corpse the demons had been hovering around.
“It would appear that AFR has found some company, my young friend.” Said Armok, as he rose from the crouch. “An Indianapolis Police Department deployment, perhaps?”
“Maybe. He was pretty charismatic.” Garrett responded.
“You don’t even know the half of it.” Armok said, ending the conversation.
Garrett shrugged, then picked up the man’s .45, tucking it in his belt to replace the 40 cal he’d lost along their journey. He’d left it with Adam, whom was now safe at the Shadow Clan’s base in a cave in the mountains. While he didn’t doubt their safety for a minute, better safe than sorry. Over the past few days, they’d sent dozens of Shadow Clan soldiers and Black Knight Legionnaires to those caves, and were hopefully gathering the beginnings of a new army.
“You know, Armok… America was forged in the fires of Revolution. Perhaps we will raise something better than before from her ashes…”
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:13:26 GMT -5
For the army of chaos, this planet was ripe for the taking. Cities burned, fertile soil was salted. Livestock perished, and for the first time in years… nothing flew in the skies. No cars polluted the air, no fuels burned. People were fleeing to the wild, or to remote areas where the demon army could not reach easily.
And as they fled, others stopped their flight, and made their first, and perhaps last, life-altering decision. They took up arms, be it home made, Molotov martinis, guns, and axes. And they decided that they were tired of being herded, of going blindly where directed. They were tired of oppression, of being tied down so that the wings they so longed to fly on wilted.
And in the midst of one of these rebellions, near Niagara Falls, in Canada of all places… a new chapter of history was being written. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- “Kat!” Katie screamed, ducking under a wild sword swing, “A little help would go a long ways about now!”
“Bit busy, why don’t you pick up a weapon?” was the only response Katie received, for Kat was shredding a pit fiend into pieces, muscle and gore all over her claws.
Before Katie could even try to pick up a weapon, however, a bottle of hard liquor shattered on the head of the dumb brute, and then the flaming rag turned it’s head into an orb of fire. Then, gunshots rang out, and the beast took four shots in the breastplate, armor chipping. It staggered back, trying to scream… and fell, screaming, as a man with a chainsaw cut it’s Achilles’ tendon.
“Ummm, Kat…” Katie began, grinning, “We’ve got new friends!”
Just then, as humorous as the sight was, a team of hockey players, still in their jerseys and protective gear, rammed into the throb of yugoloths and other lesser demonoids, as well as a few of the wicked humans serving the banner of evil. The fight was over fast, almost too fast. The survivors all looked at one another in mute respect and admiration… then one of the hockey players let out a ragged cheer, and then that ragged cheer became something much less ragged. A dozen fists pumped the air, adrenaline got flowing… and everyone but Kat and Katie ran off, looking for more oppressors.
“Did that just…” Kat began, and just shook her head at Katie’s dumbfounded expression.
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Fortunately for mankind, this scene was not the only one of its type unfolding across the nation. In the heart of one of the strongest forces of the Invasion, Armok and Garrett found themselves desperately outnumbered, out-armed, and surrounded.
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“So this is how I die, then.” Garrett said, nodding. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world, sir.”
“Hah!” Armok said, cutting a glabrezu in half. “I can think of about two hundred places I’d rather be, boy. Tahiti. Jamaica. Hell, Canada!”
Garrett chuckled, dropping his last gun, now empty after emptying four rounds into the face of a wolf-faced demonoid. He drew a sword off of his back and stood back to back with Armok… then both of them blinked at the sound of gunshots and the screaming roars of wounded demons. It seemed that they were not alone in this struggle, this epic struggle for life in a city of evil.
“Armok!” A female voice shouted over the clamor of steel against steel, “Armok, we’re coming! Don’t you dare die, you bastard!”
At that, Armok laughed, and fought with renewed vigor. Refreshed by his comrade’s sudden renewal, Garrett pushed himself to the limits, swinging the sword with all his might against two smaller, goblin-like demons. One of them fell, the sword lodged in his chest, jerking it from his grasp. Before the second goblin could get to Garrett, however, a soldier with an M-14 erupted from the chaos, lightning it up with burst fire.
“Follow me, please, sirs! The Lady is this way, as well as the other three.” The man said, backing away carefully as mobs of angry civilians tore into the ranks of the demons.
Armok and Garrett glanced towards one another, shrugged at the exact same second, then followed him through the embers of the melee. Thirty or so seconds later, the fighting was over, surrendering demons being slaughtered mercilessly. Ten after that, they were at a make-shift command center, with sandbag bunkers and maps of the city schematics.
“She’s doing rather well, I’d say. Leaving her in charge for a while did her leadership skills a number, I’d say.” Armok chuckled, shaking his heads at this turn of events. “I’m proud of her.”
Just then, a shoe hit Armok in the head… and he grinned ear to ear.
“Hawk!”
“Yeah, yeah Cheesepuff. It’s me. Kyle, Corie, and Assassin too.”
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:13:46 GMT -5
Genocide. The systematic and planned extermination of an entire national, racial, political, or ethnic group. But what do you call it when it's the extermination of an entire planet?
You call it an eradication. The destruction of a species to it's very roots. You burn their books, their monuments. You kill their families and watch their spirits break.
But what do you call it when a world full of opression splits open like Mt. St. Helens? A revolution.
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Garrett sat across from Mike, both of them covered in a few superificial wounds. Mike shook his head, still not believing what was happening. Kayla was sleeping in one of the hotels the Resistance had occupied, taking a well-deserved nap. Armok and Hikari were studying maps at the Conference Room, with Hawk and Assassin.
Just then, Corie walked in, leading Kyle by the hand. They waved as they sat down, still as dazed as the rest of the world.
"How you two doing?" Garrett asked, sleepily.
"Great, duh." Corie said, hugging Kyle. "We were coming to visit Mike and Kayla anyway."
"That's cool. I guess since the reunion..." Garrett said, and he and Mike eyed each other with somewhat awkward and sheepish grins, "I can understand our hesitation to get together as a large group."
Before Corie could respond, people outside began shouting, something about a car getting attacked, and a few wounded. Garrett leaped up, heart racing. He, and the other three from the boards, all ran outside, headed for the cluster of people outside. Armok and Hikari were headed that way as well, if not quite as fast.
A man with a red patch on his arm pushed through the crowd, blood on his shirt and arms to his shoulders. He was yelling angrily at someone that had apparently decided to move the injured persons... or something. It was hard to understand him and his accent.
"You stupid idiot!" Red-Patch yelled, "You never move wounded like that! Common sense dictates that you no move someone with spear sticking through them! Stupid! Stupid!"
Garrett's heart was beating in his throat. He could think of only one person that would drive to Indianapolis, through the heart of the demon armies...
"Good medic, pray tell. What happened?" Armok asked, and the arguments around them fell silent.
"Sir, we have problem. Big problem. Woman nearly dead, a huge bolt through her chest. It's amazing that she live now. And the other, the younger woman has a nasty gash across her cheek." said the Red-Patch.
"Well, lead us to them!", and with that Armok and Hikari followed the Red-Patch.
"I'll go with them. You guys can rest." Garrett said as he trotted after them.
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They arrived on a scene of carnage. Dead demons everywhere, and the smoldering, twisted debris of a car on top of pieces of at least three of said beasties. Armok looked for the injured... and when his eyes settled upon Rose, his knees nearly gave out. She had a spear sticking through her, so that she couldn't even lay on her back. Her sword laid by limp fingers.
"Oh, bascha. Oh bascha, oh bascha." Armok said, cradling her head in his lap as he ran his hands over a few arteries, becoming one with the blood in her veins to assess damage.
Garrett saw the others, that Armok had missed... Katey, Amanda, and Nariko. None of them were hurt badly, other than the gash on Katey's cheek. Katey leaped up as he approached, and they wrapped their arms around each other, taking comfort from one another. Hikari walked over and smiled, placing a healing hand on Katey's cheek.
"Thank you... Hikari?" Katey said, biting her lip.
"You're welcome, Katey." Hikari said, grinning. "Looks like you four really gave them hell."
"Yes... that we did." Katey responded, rubbing her now-healed cheek.
At that, they all turned at Armok's strangled cry, and then crowded around him as he tried to save Rose's life. He grunted, gently pulling the spear out of her, stopping the blood flow with his hands. He looked around for something to bind them with... then bit his lip.
"Someone get Hawk-" Armok began, but was cut off by the alarm siren...
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:14:06 GMT -5
They say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But by then, it is too late to right wrongs, or rebuild bridges. But what is also said, just not heard as often, is that when someone very important to you is on the brink of life and oblivion... your life flashes before your eyes. Your life with that person.
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As soon as Armok shouted his order... a dozen demons simply were there. With them came an aura of fear and hatred, and the Red-Patch medic took an axe to the skull. Garrett rammed a piece of steel into the creature's gullet, and the fight for life began. "Tear them to pieces, and bring me Armok's head!" a particularly nasty cambion shouted, his spiked black armor grotesque enough. When added to the row upon row of sharp, serrated teeth...
Armok scowled, recognizing the Blood Prince immediately. This strike force was organized, elite, and here to kill ... him and his rebels. Around him a desperate fight for survival was taking place, guns flaring, swords flashing. Before he could survey the scene, the fight reached him. A small balrezu, a goat-man demon, smashed a spiked warhammer at his face.
Armok caught the blow on his blade, flinging the hammer aside, slitting the beast's throat in the same gesture. He spun, catching another hammer on his blade, barely, not seeing the second mace until it clipped his shoulder. With a grunt, he staggered back, almost into the dual-voulge of the Blood Prince.
"It seems you are stuck between a meat grinder and Hell, Armok!" cackled the cambion, his little black wings unfurling for his mighty killing blow.
"Somehow I don't consider this little pawn of yours a meat grinder, pup" was Armok's growled response.
Armok tore into the cambion's defenses, and the true battle began.
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An arrow thudded into the demon's left eye socket right before it cut Corie in half. With a strangled EEP, she turned and waved at Hawk, shaking like crazy. A few yards away, Kyle ducked under a demon's crazy cleave while Assassin's shuriken took it in the throat. Kyle kicked the beast away, which tripped and fell, clutching it's ruined throat.
"We can't stay here, guys. We're gettin butchered down!" Hawk said, coming closer, three arrows pulled taut on her bow.
"Agreed. Corie, Kyle. Follow me, if you please" Assassin said, leading them to a side alley by the command, gathering as many men as they could on the way.
Hawk feathered another demon, this one a big winged bugger. Around her, several people with rifles were taking out whatever got in their sights, and a more organized retreat began to take place. Rather than face a superior force in open ground, the rebels were taking the fight to a new level... a guerilla level.
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Between the two forces... were Hikari and AFR, trapped between two elite strike forces of demons with no escape route.
"Uhhh... baby, what now?" AFR said, fists clenching around his axe.
"... We do... what the Shadow Clan does best." And with those words, Hikari's eyes turn pure grey... energy rippling her clothing and hair.
"And what's that?" AFR asked, counting their enemies.
"We annihilate"
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:14:21 GMT -5
When all hope seems lost... mankind seems to pull together, and live as God meant them to live. When it seems that eradication is no longer an avoidable consequence but an imminent danger, black and white become brothers, man and woman become united. In the face of the very embodiment of evil... all men unite, and under one banner they will rise.
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Hikari panted, her twentieth or so kill lying at her feet... still countless demons and mercenaries gathered around her and AFR. With a look of sad resignation, she smiled at him as their eyes met. They were prepared to die... together. AFR's lips formed words she could not hear, only see... "I love you".
Before Hikari could respond, an earth-shattering roar split the world around them... and a blast of napalm-like fire erased a dozen demons from existance. Skyreaper roared as he landed, his rending claws and mighty tail scything down demons in all directions. Jumping down from his back, Jayce already had his sword drawn. He charged into the fray, cutting a glabrezu in half.
Also sliding down from the majestic dragon was Liliana, a living tree-limb in her hand and a scowl on her face. She pointed the limb at a particularly ugly pit-fiend... and roots rose from the earth, covering the beast to it's waist in powerful vines... and it simply is swallowed by the earth, the only sign of it's existance discarded weapons.
"Liliana... Jayce... I've never been happier to see you!" AFR said, shifting his huge axe.
"Likewise, you two," Hikari started, but before she could finish Skyreaper roared again, then ate most of a demon.
"We need to get out of here, now." Jayce said, after carving a path back to his allies. "These are a lot more of these creatures enroute. We saw them from the sky."
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The voulge bit into Armok's shoulder, scraping bone before spinning away, a slice of blood splattering those around Armok. With a grunt, he swung Reaver in retaliation, and sparks... as well as shadow flame and hellfire... flew when the voulge parried smartly. The Blood Prince smirked at Armok's expression, then bit at his throat.
Armok backed away... and almost lost his life for it. Behind him, with a pike braced against the ground, was another cambion, waiting to stab him in the back. Before the demon could, however, a massive rock snapped it's neck and spine. Garrett kicked the pike aside and growled. With a nod of thanks, Armok leapt back into the fray, a mighty two-handed cleave leading his charge.
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Hawk flinched as Assassin pulled the arrow from her arm as quickly as he could, then smiled her thanks at him. All around them in the highrise, men with rifles were taking out demons left and right... yet still they came. Hundreds of them were trying to storm the buildings full of guerillas.
"Sir, what do we do? They've breached the defenses" an Army Reserves guy asked Assassin.
"We do what must be done. We make our stand, and we fight for the future of mankind."
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The Blood Prince roared in rage as half of his left wing slid to the ground, black acidic blood spurting into the air. In outrage, he flapped the stump at Armok, the acid burning his chest and shoulders. Armok didn't even flinch, launching ruthless attack after attack at the cambion.
Around them, most of the fighting had stopped due to the fact that nearly all of the demons were dead, the human fanatics captured. Dozens of men, veteran freedom fighters, were watching the battle intently. Everyone was watching, that is... except for two figures. One, small and helpless, lay cradled in the arms of another. Garrett held her in his laps, trying to keep her warm, his hands crimson as they held her wound closed and stopped blood flow. His gaze... full of hatred and malice... should have burned holes straight through the cambion warlord.
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Post by erebus on Jul 8, 2007 12:14:44 GMT -5
Armok ducked under the voulge for ... he quit counting long ago. Adrenaline was pumping, and blood was flowing freely from several serious wounds. His opponent, the Cambion Warlord, panted, missing a wing and chunks from his armor, as well as flesh.
"Ready to die yet, dog?" the cambion roared, hurling his voulge... and creating two swords of fire as soon as the voulge reflected off of Armok's greatsword.
"You first," Armok began, leaping at the cambion.
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A wave of emerald fire splashed over the legion of damned, turning some to sickly, scorched skeletons as Skyreaper roared in outrage. Jayce leapt from the dragon's back, landing gracefully in the midst of a dozen foes, his sword cleaving hands from wrists, arms and heads from shoulders, and spilling guts. Liliana dropped behind him, magic gathering around her fists. The deadliest of this group, however, dropped behind enemy lines...
AFR spun, launching his huge axe into a crowd of demons, taking out three, his axe finally lodging in the chest of a pit-fiend. Grey-black balls of molten hatred smeared a demon that tried to take advantage of the weaponless warrior, then Hikari flew past him, her swords ripping the throat, then spine away from two demons in one hell of a combination attack.
"Thanks, hun" AFR said, grinning as he hefted a blackened metal club from a dead demon, then promptly crushed a burning fiend's head.
Hikari was well past hearing, however... as her demon ripped apart her enemies.
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Assassin gracefully slipped under the demon's swing, rising... rising ever so slowly, as his blade snuck between ribs and found the heart of the beast, his sword parting chainmail like butter. He stepped away and let the beast fall down the stairs, taking out a few of its comrades. With a mocking salute, he jumped up on the railing of the stairs, about a dozen stories up... then dropped.
"I wish he wouldn't do dat" Hawk muttered, feathering another demon in the eye.
Around her, sharpshooters, rebels with rifles and shotguns, and a few National Guard tore into the oncoming demons... but they were going higher, higher, giving the demons level and level. Soon, they would be on the top of the building... with nothing else to do.
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Assassin sliced like a whirlwind the whole way down, taking arms, slitting throats, hamstringing fiend after fiend... then he landed on a glabrezu with bat-like wings, a foot to either side of the stupid beasts head.
"Pardon me, friend..." Assassin said with a hint of a smile as the beast hovered about ten feet off the ground... then dropped, as two katanas slid into it's spinal column.
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Skyreaper glided easily between huge buildings, cramped but able to manuever... then roared in shock as a building next to it exploded, demons and humans alike flying as a cluster of grenades misfired. The highly intelligent dragon blinked... then watched figures inside the building fight their way higher and higher... and got an idea. On beautiful emerald wings, the dragon lifted high into the air... towards the roof of the skyscraper.
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Garrett stood up from his place beside Rose, her bleeding finally calmed... and he looked down at the look of pained serenity on her pale... too pale... face. He looked at a dying demon, walked over to the beast, and grinned.
"Me-mercy, human... riches beyond... next life-" it pleaded, then its eyes widened in horror as Garrett's booted foot crushed it's throat beyond repair.
Garrett took the beasts helmet, overcoat of twisted, wicked chainmail... and noticed a strange aura around the gloves. He reached to take them off the beast... and they melted off the creatures' hands... then slid to his own! He tried to sling them off, but they fitted to his hands like a second skin... and he shivered as a surge of energy filled his very soul.
He held out his hand... and nearly jumped out of his skin as a sword formed, almost as if attached to the gloves. His hand opened to drop the sword... and the sword vanished. With a wicked smile of understanding... grim understanding... he pictured a sword and shield... which formed within seconds... then leapt ahead, where a jubilant Prince of Blood was standing over Armok, about to plunge two swords of hellfire into the disarmed Armok.
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Only the strongest will survive Lead me to heaven when we die I have a shadow on the wall I’ll be the one to save us all There’s nothing left So save your breath Lying and wait Caught inside this tidal wave You’re covers blown No where to go Holding your fate Knowing that I will walk alone Fire your guns
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Armok watched his death descending with a resigned sigh. He had been beat... he let rage control his discipline, and he was-
A roar seeming from the very depths of hell filled the air around them, as the Prince of Blood saw his swords melt into a shield... a shield held by a pathetic human.
Garrett spit at the demon's feet, determined to make him pay... and sliced at the over-extended demon's belly...
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Post by erebus on Aug 18, 2007 13:09:42 GMT -5
Apocalypse. Judgment Day. Thats what the religious groups all over the world call the day when the gates of Hell open and the legions of light and darkness meet in battle.
In a world where every religion war with one-another... a threat against humanity itself makes petty jihad's and crusades null, void.
All over the world, mankind was fighting back. Women, children. Men. Young, old. None of that mattered, because everyone was of the communal spirit... the communal spirit of freedom.
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A roar more powerful than a point-blank thunderclap split the battlefield, and a shock-wave blasted Garrett back, even causing Armok stagger back a few steps. The gloves melted, burning Garrett's hands as they fell to the ground, sizzling. The Prince of Blood dropped to his knees, shuddering as the demonic energies holding him together imploded. Cracks appeared on his body, in his armor. Hellfire danced out... and he roared, which became a hoarse scream... and hellfire spewed out, then all that was left was a charred corpse.
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Assassin, Hawk, Corie, and Kyle knew that they had nowhere else to run. The handful of freedom fighters that flanked them were desperately killing anything that ran through the doors or crawled up the sides, but for every kill, three replaced it.
"If this is to be my end, so be it. I will die fighting." Assassin said with a sigh.
"Awww, dat was nice. But you forgot the part about loving me!" Hawk said, reaching for a shoe before shooting a glabrezu in it's eye, killing it.
Before the banter could continue... emerald fire incinerated the doorway the demons were coming in. The mighty dragon landed on the roof, scooping up any surviving demons in it's massive maws or lacerating them into pieces with it's claws. The intelligent creature bowed it's head to Assassin, then tilted it's wings.
"... I believe it wants us to get on. Let it take the wounded first. I will wait in case-"
Assassin was interrupted by an explosion of gray fire.
<Not Done>
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