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=======the RP has finally begun (warning! very long post coming up)


~~~~~~Date: Dec. 20, 2012: 11:45 pm~~~~~~
~~~~Location: Hell: Lucifer's throne room~~~~

Lucifer was sitting at his throne in front of a large table with a pentagram engraved over the surface. sitting at the table were 9 demons ((legion is made up of two beings)), each of which seemed to be hidden in darkness; unable to be seen. at last one of the demons spoke up ((1 part of legion)) "my seven elite leaders of the demonic army of hell, our time on earth is finally at hand. i'd like to thank our master inventor; Sloth, for creating the towers that are seen out over the vast region of hell's dominion. with these magnificently crafted buildings, we shall have full control over the earth's population." a small demon stood up "thank you for the compliment Legion, it truly is some of my finest work" the demon then sat back down. Legion spoke once more ((this time the second entity that makes Legion speaks)) "once all of the half-breeds that have been manifested on earth have slain a mortal soul on the stroke of midnight tonight, the towers effects will be at their full potential once they rise to the surface. nothing will stop them from corrupting every soul on the planet, putting them under our control. once all of the souls are ours, and there is nothing in our way, we shall aim our forces toward the gates of heaven, and lord Lucifer will finally overthrow god as the almighty creator. hell on earth will be more than just a figure of speech, it will be real." the demons at the table began cheering, but then started to argue ((big surprise for a bunch of mannerless demons)).

"I still say that we can take heaven's forces on, without the help of those pathetic weaklings on earth. we should go straight after the gates right now. i could break down the golden gates with my bare claws." "still full of yourself as always Pride. i say let's go forth with the plan, i have some loose ends that need to be tied up on earth." "aww...you're still thinking abut your widdle bruther Envy <laughs>." "shut up Lust, before i cut you into ribbons! it's none of your damn business what i do." "can we just hurry up and set the plan forth already? i'm starving over here" "you're always starving Gluttony. me on the other hand, i want to collect a few trophies." "once those towers are up, i know just who's gonna try to send them back. and i'll be waiting for him to prove that he's just another weak mortal. he should've never abandoned his position as an elite leader, now i'm gonna have to teach him his place." "hahaha, you really know how to hold a grudge, huh? remember Wrath, you're under orders to guard the tower until everything is in place for the second invasion. "watch your mouth Pride, or you're my next target."

suddenly a cold, bone shivering voice echoed through the room ((Lucifer)) "ENOUGH!!! the invasion begins in one minute, ready your forces. Sloth, activate the towers.

Lucifer looks up towards the ceiling, almost as if he's looking toward heaven itself. "i will win, it's only a matter of time my old friend,"

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((give a brief summary of what happened to your character during the time of the invasion (add some story if you feel like it) and then make a time skip to the current date. not everyone is going to immediately be in Mt. Everest in the beginning of the RP ((some of you will though)), some of you may be outside fighting and then need a place to find refuge after a fierce battle. some of you may even choose to continue on in the RP alone, and want to stay that way, or be picked up along the way to one of the towers. it's your choice how you group together))
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~~~~~~~Date: Dec. 21, 2012: midnight~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~Location: NYC, USA.~~~~~~~~~

everything was calm in the town that Raphael was in, people were inside the Inn sleeping while he was out on the roof thinking about his past *i really miss them. i'll pay for my sins the best that i can, then hopefully i'll be able to see them once more.*

suddenly the ground began to shake and large towers began to emerge from the surface of the ground. after the towers have fully emerged the sky began to turn dark red, the air becoming thicker, and the temperature slowly started to rise. "what in the world is all of this!" the large doors at the ground level of the tower opened and demons of all shapes and sizes began to march out "demons? well this is just great, now i have to fight off a bunch of demons trying to invade the earth again. but how many are there?" Raphael jumped down and rushed to the tower, the demon count was too large for him to fight on his own "not good! i have to get everyone out of the city." as he ran down an alley he saw an old woman walking in the same direction ((her back to him)). when Raphael caught up to her, he tried to convince her to leave the city at once. she didn't respond, so he decided to look at her face to face. but when he tried to turn her around she swiped ah him with a small lead pipe "whoa! what's wrong with you lady?!" as he asked this he noticed that her eyes had turned a bright red. she swung at Raphael again but was quickly knocked out with a blow to the neck "sorry miss, but it was for your own good." Raphael noticed that all of the citizens of the town had become the same way *there's no hope for these people, they're corrupted souls now. i have to find someplace safe until the worst of this dilemma is over.*. using the archdemon power given to him, his body turns into a mass of shadows and vanishes. ((the user of the archangel powers has a similar effect when using the transport ability but it is a white smoke instead)).

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~Location: somewhere in tibet ((near Mt. Everest)): 5:00 pm~~~~

Raphael was on top of a building, away from the towers when he noticed that a small child looking about 12 years old was running from a large hoard of demons "somebody help me!". he pulled out a bomb, charged it up with dark energy with his left hand, and hurled it at the demon hoard. upon reaching the demons it exploded, leaving a small number of them for him to finish off with his now unsheathed sword. he jumped down from the building and sliced every one of the demons in half, turning them into ash with his holy blade ((Heaven's Blessing))

when he was finished he looked down at the child who was terrified "are you ok kid?" realizing that Raphael meant no harm he replied with a stutter "y-yes. th-thank y-you s-sir." "come on, lets get you somewhere safe." he crouched down so that only the child could hear him "i'm headed towards a hideout in the large mountain over there" Raphael pointed towards Mt. Everest. "you'll be safe there if you come with me." the child was too nervous to say anything, so all that he could muster up was a small nod. "ok then, hold onto me, and dont let go. you'll feel a weird sensation in your stomach once we get there so it's ok if you throw up......juuust make sure that you dont do it on me ok. ready?" once again the child nodded. "ok, here we go" their bodies turned into shadows as the transfer began. within seconds they were nowhere to be seen

~~~Location: in front of one of the mountain hideout's entrances 5:15 pm~~~

they appeared just out of sight of the guards at the entrance, so as not to cause a large fuss about their sudden appearance. as Raphael had said, the boy puked his guts out on the mountainside, luckily the boy faced away from him while he did it. Raphael looked at the boy and with a reassuring voice he said "told you you'd throw up." he looked over towards where the guards were "ok kid, dont be scared. these men are here to protect us, they arent like those bad men down in the city that wanted to hurt us. if anything bad happens, i'll take care of it."

they slowly walked up to the entrance, and as they did, Raphael did his best to cover the mark on his neck so that the guards didn't see it. as they reached the entrance, the guards stopped them "hold on a second, you can't just walk in. we gotta make sure that you're not one of them" Raphael shook his head and replied in a sarcastic manner. "if we were one of them, do you think that we'd be standing here talking or trying to rip you to shreds. in any case, if you really want to be sure, take a look at our eyes. not a hint of red in them, see."

the second guard walked up and examined both Raphael's and the boy's eyes. "i dunno, they could be covering them up somehow" "go contact Blake, he should decide whether to let these two in or not" "right!" with that, the second guard rushed into the tunnels and went searching for Blake.

Raphael was exhausted, mostly from using so much energy to transport both himself, and the boy such a long distance to get there "<sigh> and now, we wait." he walked over to a nearby boulder that was sticking out from the mountain's mass, trying hard to mask the pain that the mark was inflicting upon him from using it. he sat down with his back against the rock, waiting for this 'Blake' character to show up. *hmm, the name sounds familiar, but then again, there's a lot of people named Blake in the world. i guess i'll find out who he is when i meet him.*

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ok the first post has been made, let the RP'ing begin.

welcome to hell on earth.
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Soon enough a red-furred vixen landed on the mountain peak, dressed in a form-fitting red dress and heeled boots, but doesn't look to me much affected by the cold. She folded her wings and looked at the two guards with a seductive smile. "Hey boys...what brings you here, hmm?" she asked in a quiet voice as she looked around before starting to head into the mountain cavern. She was pretty, and young, barely out of her twenties.

[hope my intro is ok, it's quarter to 3 am and I don't have much to do here XD. Wasn't sure if I could make the NPC's talk or if that was just your job Raph, gm's handle things differently depending on the person so I played it safe and left them alone.]

Andrew had been about seventy miles outside of Paris when the invasion began. After he saw the tower go up he started travelling across the continent, searching for a permanant shelter. Now, after a year of wandering, hiding, scavenging, and dispatching lesser demons, he arrived at the mountain to see a man and a boy sitting near a boulder and a young woman with wings entering the shelter. Weighing his options, he decided first to approach the man. He got within about fifty feet without being noticed, then launched himself onto the boulder. He then turned to address the man, squatting down and supporting himself with his legs and lowest pair of arms. He kept his smaller eyes on the boy while watching the man with his main eyes. "Hello there."

(The story after Hell disgorged its demons.)
Jareth had spent most of his life on the street, so he had learned to use a metal pipe pretty well. So when the demons came up from the earth, or people turned to the Damned in the streets. he was able to survive the initial attack and make his way to the museum, which was the best defensible structure in the neighborhood. And when one of the voices that had plagued him from childhood told him to pick up the sword in the center case he did not ask questions. So when the demons arrived they saw a lone figure in the museum and attacked looking for an easy meal. That was their last decision, since he chopped them into little bits. A sword was not all that different from a metal pipe he thought, just hit them till they fall down and then keep hitting them, the only difference was that swords drew blood. More and more, kept coming through, but since the entrance was small, only two could come in at a time. More and more came in, and he started to recongnize some of them, but he killed them anyway. He started to laugh, and then he started to change, his form becoming more demonic, as he continued to slaughter people he knew and enjoyed it. The more demonic he became, the easier it got, until he had gone through the entire population of the neighborhood, and there were none left. He walked out of the museum, and into a crowd of assorted Cubi, Wendigos, and Raging Demons. Who immediately bowed. "L-L-L-LORD ASMODEUS!" stuttered the leading Raging demon. "We are honored to be in your prescence Lord, but I must beg to ask what your purpose is in this backwater place?"
Asmodeus? Jareth thought. That was the name of of one of his voices. "Yes, I am Asmodeus," He said imperiously. "I am here on personal bussiness, and those inside ............. irritated me. Now go back to what you were doing, I must return to my task." He strolled off on his own not looking back to see if anyone had followed him, at least until he was sure he had gotten a long distance from the horde. It turned out no-one was. He then realized that something was twitching behind him, and that something else was bushing the back of his neck. He turned his head 180 degrees around, something he realized he should not be able to do. And saw wings, and a tail. After the initial freakout, he realized that, yes, he was alive, and yes, it was not a dream. I really got to learn about this he thought, and settled in for a deep conversation with his voices, one of which was a lot more talkative.

(Current)
Jareth was in his demon form, since it was soooo much easier to get into. Just think evil thoughts. He waded through the crowd, of Damned. Killing indiscriminately and none touched him, because he looked like a superior.
Ahh, this was so easy, and fun! Just like that beautiful, young, and naive Cubi who though he was easy prey, filling his mind with fantasies and coming in for the kill. It had been fun changing into his demon form just before she tried, and he left her a shivering wreck on the roadside, gibbering with fear. Ah! Better stop that train of thought, before Asmodeus grew too much more powerful, and tried to take control again. He stopped slaughtering the Damned and left, going back to his hideout, where he was storing supplies and if he could find any, weapons to take down the nearest Tower. It was an eysore, and it blocked the view or the rising sun from his house, and.... there was just something he did not like about it.

(Probably either a pick-up-along-the-way or an independent.
((His likes he Evil side better that his Good side, because it has yet to try to kill him, just fight for dominance.)) Any objections?)
(Forgot he is in NYC)

John Marco was walking down the street, hoping to find a gift for his unborn son. He had walked about a mile searching for a store suiting his interests. He peered into a window of a small shop, seeming to have small stuffed bears. He found just the one, but as he was entering the store the ground shook. What was that he thought, it came again only more fierce then before. Instantly the ground was trembling greatly the buildins around him began to shake and glass cracked a broke around him. He imediately bolted in the direction he came, please no, she cannot be harmed. He ran for a short period of time and could see the hospital ahead of him, looking up to the 23rd floor. He panicked as he saw the hospital too, was crumbling. He was get nearer and the road cracked open to his right and could feel tremendous heat come from within it. He then locked his eyes back onto his target and he continued to run, now out of breath, out of shape. Time seemed to stop around him, people in screaming everywhere, siren, and alarms. He looked in horror as he was watched the hospital suddenly collapse, he fell to his knees. His mind was stricken, his eyes water and his vision blurred. He grabbed his chest and thought he would die with grief, he sat there and cried...

He sat there for maybe 10 minutes, before he realized what had happened. People all around were talking of demons approaching, maybe 5 miles away, and were approaching fast. His slicked back his dechevelled hair, looked around and was able to find a gun shop. He had maybe 15 minuted before the "Demons" arrived. He ran over to the store and found that it was torn to pieces, empty save the dead clerk. He covered his mouth in shock, not believing what he saw. The horror of what was going on was over powering him, but he soon came back to mind. He looked around the shop and found the weapons he needed. He found a .223 winchester loaded it, strapped it over his shoulder, and grabbed some more ammo. He found a pretty good shot-gun, put a few shells into it, and poured a box of shells into a belt pouch he picked up. The clerk had a relatively medium sized cross on the wall behind the counter, he took that too and strapped it behind him in belt. With a few minutes to spare, he walked onto the street and found a building in tack. He mounted his rifle and could see about 300 yards down the street. With nothing else to live for, he was ready to die.

He was watching through the scope of his rifle down wind, and noticed a large crowd of people running toward him. They were trampling each other and noticed some of them were actually attacking others. He could see others tripping over each other trying to get away from them. They must be demons he thought, but in human form or something. He noticed larger beings followed up the rear, he stopped looking through the scope. As he did he could see a few bat like things flying in his general direction. He took aim with his rifle and shot one in the wing, it tore a large hole in its fine tissue and ripped its entire wing apart. It flew to the ground, he could but help feel the adrenaline take over him. The crowd of people were now 200 yards off. He took aim yet again, when suddenly the ground shook. He realized it wasn't the ground, but the building itself. He backed away from the ledge as it collapsed, he then found himself standing on top of large hole in the building. The roof shook again and he lost his footing, John fell back. He felt a rush towards his gut, he wasn't high up, but when he hit the ground, John knew he broke something. He screamed out in pain, not like this he thought. The building continued to shake and he realized what was happening, a beam above him cracked. He watched as it broke and tumbled towards him.

Year later...
John suddenly awoke from his sleep, sweat building up on his brow. He took a deep breath and sighed. He laid back down in his bunk and looked around noticing the people asleep around him, it must still be night, he thought. He lay there in his bed thinking, of the horrible incident, and of the same dream he has head everyday since. He closed his eyes feeling the sheets and his pillow soaked in sweat. The coolness surrounded him, even in this horrible dungeun of a place. He could do nothing more then to sleep, and as he did so, John slipped into another dream.

Location: Kyoto, Japan.

Tetsuya walked down a bustling sidewalk. His destination wasn't anywhere particular. He was just minding his own business. Suddenly the earth started rumbling horribly under his feet. People darted this way and that. He then saw towers emerging in the distance as the sky turned red. Demons started emerging the tower that had emerged just down the street he was walking. A Person grabbed his shoulder from behind. He turned and saw a beautiful young woman looking at himwith red eyes. <Aw, s**t! Sorry miss, but I have to do this.> He grabbed her hand threw her over his shoulder. He started punching anyone in the face that he saw had red eyes. "Damn! There are too many of these things." He jumped up on top of a building. He saw in horro as the Damned turned their from him, and started attacking the other citizens. Blood spewing out ripped guts just never all that appealing to him. He saw hole appear at the base of the tower. He couldn't make out what had come out of it, but the thing he saw looked familiar to him. He turned his back on the scene, and started jumping from building to building, hoping to rescue anyone who might need it.

A year later.
Location: In the hidden base at Mt. Everest.

He sat there at the bar, a soda in his hands. His head was down, and his were closed. It looked like Tetsuya was asleep. The man sitting beside him gave him a nudge. He stirred a bit, lifting his head up, and opening his partly. He looked at the man who nudged him. "Maybe you ought to think about turning in for the night. You look beat."
Tetsuya looked back to is soda. He had hardly drank any of it. The events of bringing someone from the little town at the base of the mountain had exhausted him. The little he took seemed energize him enough to down his soda in one go. He thumped his chest, and let out a loud belch.

Warlic sat on a flat level of rock that jutted out of Mount Everest. His shirt was torn off from when he had brought his wings out, and all he was wearing were a pair of trousers. It was all he could find on Earth that was suitable and comfy for him. If he put on a shirt, it would easily rip due to his wings.
He sat up with his arms around his legs, looking down on the land. It was a dark, dark time. The demons had broken through from Hell a year ago, and since then had wrecked havoc on the land which Warlic had sworn to protect.
Just then he remembered the events that took place that night.

One year ago...
"Warlic! Go! Earth needs you! Hell has broken free, and they have taken over! The Humans need assistance! Take your weapons and be prepared! I shall guide you from Heaven!"
Those words, spoken by Thor, filled Warlic with a sense of pride and courage. He picked up his staff and slung it over his back, picked up his sword and sheathed it at his waist. He looked up at Thor, and gazed into his eyes. They sparkled, then Warlic nodded and flapped his wings.
Warlic jumped down into Earth above Europe and curved his wings. The wings acted as a parachute to slow him down and let him glide gently across the skies. From up here Warlic could see the Towers rise into the air and emit a dark force across the lands. Warlic could clearly see the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France crumble to make way for the new demon Tower.
The Angel heard the screams and crying from his position in the sky. He clenched his fists and scowled at the figures of demons ravaging Europe and the other far off continents. Fires were created and buildings were demolished in the fight. Warlic snapped his arms to his side and zoomed down to Earth. The air became warmer and warmer as he began to reach the ground, then he crashed into a French road. His feet withstood the crash and sat at underneath the road level. Cracks emerged on the ground around Warlic.
He looked up at the Tower in disgust, then pulled out his sword. Demons rushed towards him, innocents ran past him in constant fear of death as he thrust his sword into the air.
"For Thor!!!" he yelled, and a lightning bolt struck his sword.
Warlic was charged with electricity, then he ran at the Demons, hacking and slashing at them. All the time keeping them away from the Humans and insulting them. Small weaponry of some description flew at him, so Warlic lowered his sword and brought his wings round in front of him to fend off the projectile attack. When no more airborne attacks came, Warlics' wings parted and he resumed the fight once more.
The Tower in place of the Eiffel Tower boomed and emitted a strange force of energy again. Warlic stumbled backwards in pain then fell back. He sheathed his sword then pulled out his staff. Once pointing the tip of the staff at the oncoming demons, a wave of electricity protruded from it and zapped the demons.
Defeated and weakened, Warlic had taken off whilst the demons were distracted and flown towards Mount Everest, which was so high he considered it a safe refuge...

Warlic jumped off the side of the mountain and gently swooped down to the main entrance. A group of people were standing around the door with only one guard to protect it. Warlic perched himself on top of the doorway and watched.

Location: Osaka, Japan.

Kanda sat in his house rather bored as his sister came in. "Hey," he said as she entered. "Hey Kanda," she replied smiling. She was the only family he had left. She was 16 while he was 20. He had to take care of her.

Suddenly a loud noise was heard outside as the temperature suddenly rised very quickly. "Whoaw what the hell was that?" Kanda stood up and opened the door to peek outside, the sky was dark red as people started freaking out. He went back inside, "Sis, something's wrong, let's go."

They fled outside and started to run in to the streets. People with strange red glowing eyes started attacking them, he fend them off as they ran.

Suddenly a huge creature appeared and grinned. Kanda tried to attack it but it send him flying with one swing of it's massive arms. It attacked Sarah and she died infront of Kanda's eyes. He stood up and took Zenbushin and charged it again, but it was no use. Tired he fell down as the creature laughed and raised his hand. It's claws rened his chest as he screamed in pain. "You now wear the curse of darkness, given to you from my race. Hate us, for we make you suffer. Use that hate and hunt us down, un till vengeance and darkness consumes you." Kanda lost conciousness after that.


1 Year later.
Location: London

"It's been one year since I lost you, sis.." Kanda was sitting on a bench in the ruined city, looking at the picture of his dead sister. "I've been avenging you ever since." He stood up and put the picture away in to one of his pockets. He took a compass and a hand drawn map out of his other pocket. "I've scouted and killed them in this part...now I'd better head towards St Paul's Cathedral."

He put the compass and map away and picked up Zenbushin, then he started to run towards the Cathedral.

Location: New York City

Throwing his duffle bag on the bed, it was so relaxing just being back in the states and at home. His tour overseas was just a small distraction from his pretty ordinary lifestyle of parties, drinks, and fighting three of which he didn't miss out on over in Germany. Moving his belongings beside and throwing himself in the bed, he could hear voices about him, taunting him, laughing at him, threatening him. Sikuma simply smiled and closed his eyes suppressing any feeling that was mixing in his mind. Rolling over towards the wall next to his bed he felt a hunger that didn't require food, and a thirst that needed no drink. It was getting stronger...

Pushing himself up out of bed he sat on the side and held his ears, trying to drown out the voices that soon melted to only one. A menacing one which asked for him to comply. Looking around Sikuma saw nothing but heard the voice as if it was whispering into his ear."Leave me the hell alone!" Sikuma roared, waving his arm around as the voice soon faded away. Finding himself thrust into a corner, holding his ears and breathing heavily he picked up his bag and left once again. Something was coming and he could feel himself slipping away. "Lord my god, help me." He chanted, walking along as the voice came back with a laugh.

"You can't escape it." It chuckled, quickening Sikumas steps as he ran down busy city streets, pushing people out of the way as he scrambled in a futile attempt to escape himself. "Give in." Fading away with a laugh as he came to a stop on an overpass that looked out over Manhatten(sp.)

"I can't..." Sikuma mumbled, his body turning hot and full of a presence that was nothing like his own. The sky darkened and turned red as if the sky it self was bleeding. "My god, have you forsaken me?" Watching as the gates of hell opened itself with the rise of a ominus tower before him. Dropping to his knees Sikuma began to laugh for reasons unknown to even himself. The hunger was real and it was consuming him with each and every breath. Touching a necklace that his little sister had given him sometime ago, his train of though remained intact in some aspects although his actions were still at the mercy of his damned soul.

"Your mine." A voice rang in his ears, simply recieving a smile from Sikuma as he punched the ground and rose with a lick of his bloodied knuckles, standing the midst of this new hell around him.
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Location:Paris

"A damned soul is a lost one." He remembered his father telling him with a smile, patting him on the head as they went to work together."Maybe he was right." Sikuma or what was left of him laughed, sitting on the corner of a tall skyscraper as he looked out over the desolate landscape that was once full of life and promise. Barring his teeth with a wide smile, he swung his legs over the side of the building now oblivious to the life he had before. Only a small bit of his mind remained since the event a year ago, touching his necklace as he leaned back on his hand, laughing as the smell of blood filled his nose.

"Just as i remember." Getting to his feet. His lost soul had filled him and now he ran on simple orders or that of his instincts with little or no influence from his real train of thought.

Blake emerged from the doorway with a disapproving look on his face. His long coat flagged out behind him almost like a cape as he came striding forward. The guard who had summoned him came out shortly after him, followed by a rather angry Aarna.

"So... what have we here then" Blake send training his red eyes from one person to the next. "Did someone send out a message for fresh bloody or something?" he asked rhetorically.

"Blake, you can't just walk off halfway through a experiment" Aarna complained, storming up behind him and putting her hands on her hips. She could just see past him, a familiar face. "wait is... don't we know him" she said pointing at Raphael.

Blake nodded. "Yeah we do." He said as he drew his desert eagle and aimed it at Raphael. "He used to be in hell's army... Wrath I believe" He snarled

"Blake wait..." Aarna protested

"Shut the Fu-"

"Blake... why are you point you're gun at that man?" Came the quiet voice of Faith, a young girl Blake had over 9 months ago. She had become rather close to the gruff demon slayer and was by all accounts looked upon as his adopted daughter.

"uh... go inside Faith" Blake said, reluctant to executed this ex-demon leader in the girls presence.

Movement at the cave entrance caught Andrew's attention, and one of his smaller eyes moved to see a Damned with a gun levelled at either him or the anthro he was talking to. Andrew drew a pair of kukuris with the arms hidden from the Damned. He then looked back at the anthro and muttered to him, keeping his voice low. "Don't look now, friend, but there's a Damned at the cave entrance with a gun pointed at us. I suggest that you get ready to move fast."

Andrew warned him about Blake being a damned, but he knew the truth about him "Relax Andrew, a half demon can't become a damned soul. besides, he had those piercing eyes when i first met him." he chuckled a little when Blake mentioned him being in hell's army "hehehe, Wrath, that's a name that i've long since abandoned. i've severed my ties with them nearly five years ago."

Raphael's body quickly began to turn black, and gaseous. before Blake could fire a single bullet at him, he was three feet to his left. "put that gun away Blake. i have no reason to fight you, nor do i want to." as Blake turned to point the gun at him once more he had already disappeared and this time had a black revolver with a red handle in his left hand, his sword unsheathed and resting on his shoulder in his right hand. the gun pointed at Blake's head; at point blank range. "i'm starting to get annoyed with your stubborn attitude Blake, and i can do this all night if i wanted to. this gun could turn you into a pile of smoldering ashes within seconds, so dont push me. you're a valuable member to this resistance base, and i'd rather avoid killing you if i can."

Vickie watched all of the action play out on the peak with a simple light amused smile as she touched the wrists of her gauntlets together and in front of her appeared a white spear, seemingly made of oak with a silver blade mixed with a diamond-hard substance to make it sharp and durable. "Boys boys...calm down. Such violence and anger...why can't we have peace, hmm? Keep that anger kept in check until the real fight starts, then you can kill allll you want. Sound good?" she asked and brushed past them before she heard their answer and headed into the cave, well tried anyway. The guard stopped her like she expected so she waited patiently until he would find her acceptable and let her pass. Her eyes were gold, not red. Her wings were white, not black. Her aura was one of peace and tranquility, not violence, bitterness and hatred.

1 year ago..... NYC
saul was in some back alley fighting some monster from hell, a typical night for him. "go back to hell you monster!" he stabbed him in the heart with his crusifix, the monster fell. "John 3:16 bit**" he stepped out of the alleyway and stared up at the sky. it was dark, the symbol on his chest burned. he grabbed his girlfriend. "we have to leav...." she turned and clawed him accrossed the face. "what the?...." she jumped on him with a knife and tried to kill him. he blocked the deathblow, turning the knife on her. she was posessed, it wasnt the same girl he knew. "im sorry, my love." he drove the knife into her heart. she died in his arms. "this is it isint it? judgement day. the day predicted in revelations." he repeated psalm 23, over and over, as he ran away.

current date..... tibet, near mount everest hide out, 1/4 mile from it.

'I cant hold on much longer... i've been walking for days.' saul could see the hideout in the distance, he yelled for help, then collapsed.

Elizabeth slept in her motel room, thankful for the air conditioning. The city was hot enough already, what with the pollution and several million people in such a small space. She woke up when screaming came from next door. Going out in a robe, she could see several crazed people charging at her.
*Slam*
Alright, alright... Elizabeth held her head and thought to herself.
What to do...well, first get dressed, she thought, and did just that.
Alright, next...well, damn, I have no weapons. Maybe the police will show up soon? Screams in the street drew her eyes. By all appearences it was a full-fleged riot. But something was wrong. There were these...things in the crowd along with the people. Then a few of the people broke in the door to her room, all armed with various implements. A woman was at the back of the group. "Now,now, come with us please. I'll be gentle..."
Elizabeth didn't need to think twice.
"Stop those people outside. Now."
The woman looked at Elizabeth and shivered slightly before regaining her composure.
"Kill her."
The woman left in a hurry, and several of the red-eyed people moved closer to Elizabeth.
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Present
Elizabeth came out from the cave and looked at all the people gathered outside.
"Great, great, great. Fox-girl, please put the spear back in it's extradimensional storage space. You with the gun, drop it. Yes, I would like to see Blake dead, but he's helping me for now, you aren't, and wounding him would result in your immediate death at my hands. Everyone else, please shuffle inwards in single file, get your name written down at the desk, and don't trip over the machine guns."