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Post by Brett on Aug 28, 2011 19:44:01 GMT -1
Lone Soldier The Silent War Part One - HumanityBlood stained the floor of the beautiful cathedral of Notre Dame, the bishop was crawling toward the altar clutching his abdomen firmly as he bled out from the wound caused by his adversary's bullet. Reaching the altar he drew himself up to his feet and used his quaking arms to hold himself up, eventually slumping to his shoulders to keep him upright as he reached into his robes and drew out a runed dagger. Drawing the dagger across his own palm he allowed the blood to spill into the chalice rested upon the altar, normally used to bestow the blood of christ to the faithful during communion it would now serve a better purpose. Muttering his sorcery over the chalice he lifted it to his lips with both hands and drank down the contents, which had now begun to glow and even boil making it blister his mouth when it touched his lips. "Apollyon, hear me... grant me strength." he pleaded, swallowing the contents with great fervour. "Your Daemon master cannot hear you, sorcerer."The bishop swung around with all the force he could muster, even as his eyes began to glow with a foreboding red and his injury began to heal. Michael stood half-way down the hall between the altar and the entrance into the cathedral, in his left hand was a glock 26 and in his other his officers sabre. He was dressed as usual, in black combats and a chequered shirt with his flak jacket over the top but unlike usual, he had his old Midnight Society officers jacket hung over his shoulders with the collar clip done up so that it wouldn't fall off. "Major Sanford," the bishop spat, "if my master cannot hear me, why then am I so empowered?!""You know how your sorcery works, you tell me." he replied coldly, "But the Divine rule here, you abomination.""That's rich coming from a mere psychic."Michael raised his side-arm and fired twice at the bishop, who moved with unnatural speed in avoidance of the bullets and then charged Michael with full force, lunging with his dagger leading to the need to parry the dagger aside with his sabre. While the bishop was momentarily knocked off centre Michael unleashed his telekinetic powers to thow the man backwards across the room into his own altar, which cracked along the middle with the force of the psychic blast. "You will not kill me that easily," he mocked, laughing as he rose to his feet again. "So, I was wrong. Your master has granted you power, strigoi."The bishop hissed at Michael, a mouth full of razor sharp teeth revealed as he did. In response Michael made a face and began to fire on the bishop again, who took to avoiding the bullets again with his newfound speed. The bullets gave off their red glow as the runes on their surface activated, if even one were to hit the bishop he would be reduced to dust but he seemed to be taking to his new powers like a duck to water. "Am I to presume this is what your spell was for?" he asked, quite calm about the whole thing. "Yes, an offering of blood for ascension!""Ascension? Try mutation, you fucking freak."Suddenly Michael felt a hand around his throat, the bishop had grabbed him and was forcing him into one of the nearby pillars, gripping his throat so tightly it made it difficult for him to breathe. Michael smirked and this gave the bishop pause to wonder why he was smirking, he then looked down and noticed that while he had been in the process of grabbing him the mere human had impaled his stomach with his sabre. "You... bastard," he stammered, red mingled with black blood spewed out of his mouth as he choked. "What is that thing? How can it... hurt me?"Michael shoved the bishop backwards so he fell against one of the pews, coughing up blood with Michael's sword still stuck through his body. Michael raised his gun and pressed it to the bishop's forehead, at the same time he twisted the sabre in his strigoi stomach to cause as much pain as possible as the bishop's skin began to crack due tot he sabre's enchantments put on them by the Seth of his home universe personally. "You... 'people'... to use the term loosely, aren't nearly as smart as you think you are." Michael said, withdrawing his sabre from the bishop and squatting in front of him so that they are eye level. "You're just one man, you can't possibly stop us all." he wheezed, clearly struggling to continue living. "We are not human anymore, we are so much better.""The daemons may have made you forget your humanity, bishop. But they had the opposite effect on me - they made me remember mine."A squeeze on the trigger and a single runed bullet blew the back of the bishop's head off, just before his entire body crumbled into nothing but ashen dust. Holstering his pistol Michael stood up again, wiping his bloodied sword on his combats and then sheathing the blade again while turning to leave, admiring the architecture of Notre Dame as he went so he did not need to look at the blood which sullied the floor. "It's war, bishop. I don't care if you were human once, I'll purge you all the same."
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Post by Brett on Aug 29, 2011 13:55:00 GMT -1
Part Two - Flawed
The rain lashed down carried by a heavy wind that tore through New York City, the streets were like streams and only fools were not taking cover in shops or other buildings. This was strange weather for the middle of autumn, as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled over head none could have guessed these things to be omens of something sinister and unnatural emerging into the world on their small planet. Michael turned the collar of his trench coat up to the wind, hands shoved securely in his pockets for warmth as he pushed on through the wind and rain tracking the emergence point for this daemon. The omens were heavier than normal for this one which led Michael to believe he was not about to deal with just another mindless beast, but a sentient and intelligent being with all the bloodlust and hatred of their mindless cousins. He turned into an empty back alley and continued down it until he turned a corner into a dead end, there at the other end of the alley was the burned emblem of a hellgate opening. First emerged two pale hands, long, sharp and black nails accompanied by jewellary on the fingers, then emerged a body naked and undeniably feminine and this made Michael immediately recoil and begin to reach into his coat for his sidearm knowing exactly what this daemon was. "Oh, hello." she said, her voice soft and her eyes filled with innocence. "Shit," he spat. He began to breathe more heavily as their eyes had locked, he was a fool to not have looked away but if he had she would have killed him already, but now he was under her spell and he knew it. The succubus approached him and placed her hand gently upon his chest and suddenly she was no longer the pale skinned, fallen immortal with mere husks left as wings and claws on her fingers but rather she had sandy blonde hair, green eyes and had taken a form he recognised all too well. "Michael," she crooned. "Sarah," he breathed, his will fading fast. "I thought you were dead." The succubus giggled, just the way Sarah would when he said something foolish, it wasn't by any means a girlish giggle but rather womanly with a hint of genuine amusement. "I would not leave you, Michael." She leaned up and kissed him and the sweet taste and feel of her lips was so familiar, so perfect that Michael poured himself into the kiss as he returned it, all thought of what she really was gone from his mind. When the kiss broke he was looking down into Sarah's eyes again, his arms wrapped around her to keep her close out of fear she would disappear again, she just smiled at him. "Come, Michael." she said, beginning to slide his coat off with feigned hesitation. "Welcome me back properly." His coat fell to the floor and his flak jacket was removed next so that she could slide her nimble hands up his shirt, fingertips grazing across his tempered stomach and upwards further carrying the shirt with her. Michael's eyes fluttered closed as he couldn't help but moan faintly at the sensation, the succubus was far more experienced and capable than Sarah had been the one time they had shared themselves with one another. She knew all of his weaknesses, just like Sarah did and as she drew the tip of a finger around his nipple he whimpered his approval as he leaned down to her and drew her into a passionate embrace of their lips. Sarah moaned into his lips but Michael's mind was starting to race with the memories of the day she had died, even as she moved to lean forward and kiss the scarred skin of his torso while at the same time lifting his shirt off properly he couldn't get the images out of his mind of her impaled with the blade of his enemy. "No!" he cried, finally snapped to his senses by a combination of his memories and his mind being more powerful than usual. "Michael?" she asked, but it was too late he could see her for what she really was again. He kicked her away so that his shirt fell back down to cover his torso, having not been removed entirely yet and then immediately he pulled his side-arm and started to unload his daemon killing bullets into her. She screamed and fell back as they pierced her pale, naked body and she fell to the ground lifeless but Michael so enraged by her using the form of the woman he had loved to her advantage continued to unload the clip into her lifeless body. A hand suddenly wrapped itself around his wrist and made him stop firing and allow the Succubi's body to disappear in hellfire, leaving only a scorch on the ground where she had lay. His eyes shot to the one who had grabbed his wrist to find Seth standing there, the rain and wind making his raven hair windswept and his red and blue eyes staring calmly at him. Michael tore his wrist away from the light grip and holstered the weapon, beginning to walk away without a thought for his flak jacket or coat. "Don't blame yourself, Michael." Seth said after him. "You are human like everyone else, you share their frailties and their flaws." Michael didn't look back and disappeared around the corner of the alley, he was disgusted with himself and enraged at the form of Sarah being used against him, it didn't help he knew that Seth was right and he did share all of humanity's weaknesses. Once he got back aboard his ship he found his coat and flak jacket placed neatly and dried on his bed, but there was no sign of Seth on board and so Michael collapsed back against the ship door when it closed behind him and broke down into tears.
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Post by Brett on Sept 29, 2011 0:23:55 GMT -1
Part Three - Knight
Michael stumbled as he nearly fell down the side of a rockface deep within the cave he had been drawn to. He hung there ensuring his grip was firm before forcing his other hand up and dragging himself back over the ledge, letting out a gasp of relief as he sat there on the flat ground. He turned his head and blinked to see a girl of perhaps fix or six staring at him through curious eyes, they were also filled with worry as she placed her hands on his arm while seeming to balance on the narrow path he was trying to walk across perfectly. "Are you okay?" she asked excitedly. "I know how to magic you better if you got an owie." "How-" he stammered, trying to get past his disbelief she was even there. "How did you get down here, little one? Are you all right?" The girl blinked at him, seeming surprised he would ask her if she was all right, as though the very notion that she wasn't was utterly ridiculous. She walked away with her arms out either side of her to balance on the thin ledge, then turned around as Michael shimmied along it after until they were both on solid ground again, at which point he stared down at her and crossed his arms. The girl mimicked him and even gave him the same frown, he lost the frown and stared for a while, at which point she stuck her arms out and ran in a circle around him making aeroplane sounds. "Who are you?" he asked, feeling a strange aura about her and for some reason he could not read her mind. "My name is Earth," she replied, staring at him with her arms still out. "But the man with the black hair and silly multi-coloured eyes said I should be called Trouble." "Seth knows you?" "Yes! He tolded me to come down here and hide from the big fiery doggies and nasty people with scruffy wingsies." She made a flapping motion with her arms when mentioning wings, then lowered them again and looked up at him, she remained silent as both of them seemed to regard one another. Michael was in shock, this little girl claimed to be Earth and to know Seth, he thought it might be a trick but the idea she was hiding there from daemons was strange to him. Suddenly he found the girl's arms around his waist and she stared up at him, a big smile on her face as she seemed to have made up her mind about him. "You are nice!" she exclaimed, almost as if she had read him much as he normally did other humans. "You are Earth?" "Yes!" she squeaked, nodding rapidly. "Funny eyes told me I was the spirit of the planet, so that means I am your Queeeen! Mwahahahaha!" "My Queen, are you?" he asked, an amused smile forming as he crossed his arms. "Well what if I don't want a Queen?" "But I am the spirit!" she exclaimed, gasping at him. "That means I am the Queen." "Yes, but if you were a princess instead, that would mean you were sweet and pretty." he reasoned. "Ohhh. I will be a princess then!" she cried, stepping back and putting on a regal stance. "You shall be my Knight. Sir Michael." Michael frowned when she called him by his name, but he had no time to question her on it as a loud, booming roar filled the chasms. He widened his eyes and the spirit girl screamed, latching onto his leg and sobbing with fear. Picking her up, he began to run with her out of the cave as fast as he could, the roaring began to come from other hallways in the cave but fortunately Michael had ensured he marked the way he had come in. The pair of them made it out of the cave which cleared into the rainforests of South America, Brazil to be specific in this case and Michael ran with the girl still in his arms down the dirt path into the rocks he had taken up there, careful with his footing as he heard the daemons snarling reach the cave entrance to show they too had managed to get out. The spirit looked up at him with awe in her eyes as he carried her to safety, protecting Earth itself from those he had fought for so long. It was several hours before they stopped and the sounds of daemons had faded away, but after all that running Michael realised they were lost and the rain was coming down around them, the canopy of the trees the only thing that shielded them from the rain. He slumped against a tree and panted for breath, he was in peak physical condition but the running and the labour of the girl he had been carrying had exhausted him. "You're safe now, princess." he said, engaging her in their little game again to keep her spirits up. "We'll find somewhere else to hide you, so the daemons can't get you." "I'm sleepy, Sir Michael." she said, curling up to him and even pulling his military jacket over her to hide from the rain. He smiled a bit at her calling him 'sir' and wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm, sheltered by the rain by the tree they were sat under he was still hit by droplets and his feet were still outside the cover and soaked. The girl dozed against him, her eyes barely open anymore as her hand gripped his shirt. "Sir Michael?" she murmured. "Mmm?" "Human girls have daddies, don't they?" "Most of them." The girl curled up tighter to him and nodded against his chest, clearly only just awake at this point so that she probably had little idea what she was saying. "If I was human, I'd want you to be my daddy." she yawned, finally falling into the grasp of sleep.
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