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Post by Abaddon Michaelle on Jun 16, 2005 20:25:28 GMT -5
His pale shoulders held the heavy silk of his dark hair well in a comely fashion as he stood, hunched leaning against a wall in a dimly lit room. There were many rooms like this in the city of Agridon, filled with slight and eerie glows of sickly green and weak blue blackish lights. Honestly, more light came from outside, where fluorescent signs threw forth lust for any who passed by.
He was quite sick of this place, though the work here was busy and ever interesting. There were always new 'sins' to be committed in such a hidden, dark area of the world. Slowly, the figure against the wall lifted his head from prayer, his black hair falling away form his shoulders and coming to rest again against his back. His pale skin was matched by a light, sheeted clothing that covered him from shoulders to feet. It lay upon him in a draping fashion and as he drew away from the wall one side slid a bit further off his shoulder before he corrected its position. From beneath a heavy and dark brow flickered the cold, dutiful eyes that were locked on a target across the room.
The apartment was neat, technology allowing many things to be drawn into the walls, floors, ceilings - but more so that this person spent time here, though often, not as a home, but a haven for his 'sin'. As the white figured paced across the room to wards the sleeping man, the latter began to turn and twitch in bed as if the growing presence of the approaching figure bothered him in his subconscious. There was a heightening hissing sound the closer he came and an aura such as steam rose from the man. His movements became steadily more violent until he turned over, opening his eyes and thereafter he only saw blackness, ceasing to exist in that world any longer...
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Post by RayanStiger on Jun 16, 2005 22:43:35 GMT -5
A figure clothed in a flaming red robe and half-moon shaped mage cap stood leaning against the wall. He was very tall and slim, and possessed a fair complexion like that of the other figure in the room. His blue eyes shone intensely in the dim light. Suddenly, a low orange light lit up the room, creating a series of long, shifting shadows. The tall figure in red stood with his arm outstretched. A small flickering flame danced in his palm, and he held a golden mage's cane in his other hand by his side. The man then slowly walked forward, the echoes of his footsteps resounding with a leathery tone to them. He smiled at the other figure, and then said in a sweet, melodious voice, "Greetings, Abaddon. I am glad to have found you here."
The flame in his hand began to burn brighter, until at last the flame dissipated and spread light throughout the whole room. The man then placed his hand upon the top of his cane. Soon, light poured out of it like a beacon. In the halfhearted brightness, the man's bright red hair was clearly visible now. He stared intently at the one he had called Abaddon, then his eyes shifted down towards the bed. The sheets were stained red, and the splotches of blood were grotesquely discolored.
"Still fulfilling your role as an angel of judgment, I see. You do your work quite well. However, I'm thankful that I am not in your place. I do not believe I would be quite as good at executing judgment as you, nor do I have the heart."
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Post by Abaddon Michaelle on Jun 16, 2005 23:09:27 GMT -5
Abaddon squinted his eyes briefly to relieve them of the new brihtness. He all too often found himself working in darkness rather than light and it had affected his fair eyes. They slowly adjusted, then relaxed and soon after a slightly hushed voice followed, "What business do you have with me Guardian?"
Abaddon recognized the other immediately from his light-heartedness and strange dress. It was out of place for his postition, Abaddon thought and he really didn't like this 'joyful' creature making light of such somber work as claiming souls. He turned to face him straight again having to fix his clothing as it slipped a bit here and there. His hands moved quickly and graceful to mend the appearance of his clothes. The pure white cloth on white skin made the changes barely noticable to any but himself.
"Your cheer is not needed here," he began, edging a bit closer to the messenger his scratchy whisper came again, "This is a time of judgment and severity. So, I recommend you hurry up and tell me what you came here to say and leave immediately."
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Post by RayanStiger on Jun 17, 2005 7:00:22 GMT -5
“As you wish,” the other replied, undaunted by Abaddon’s unwelcoming attitude. Noting Abaddon’s sensitivity to the light, he weakened the light emitting from his staff slightly to help his eyes get used to the brightness easier. Now in a weaker light, the red-robed figure got straight down to business.
“I am here to tell you of something you may or may not already be aware of. Fyia is brewing up for war, a war that may have Lucifer’s stamp on it. As you are working in the country primarily responsible for this global conflict, I thought you should be aware that your workload might increase considerably.” He paused momentarily for emphasis, then he continued delivering his message to the Angel of Judgment. “Also, the one I have been assigned to protect is also involved in this war. If the Enemy is involved, then we may be working together sometime in the near future.”
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Post by Abaddon Michaelle on Jun 17, 2005 13:32:12 GMT -5
"Delightful," Abaddon immediately retorted, sarcasm ringing sharply in his tone. All hope of leaving the scum infested city of Argidon had left him, seeing how now he would be much needed to ward off whatever the Lord of Sin had coming for them.
He reflected way back to his first becoming an Angel of Judgment. His master once told him of the ultimate judgment upon the most beautiful and glorious of all angels, Lucifer. There were few in the heavenly realm who had the banishing power to fend him off, let alone condemn him.
"So," releasing words again, a grim and bitter expression replacing the scornful sarcasm previous, "I both have to deal with this new uprising as well as work along side you? Who else has been notified and when will others of mai practice arrive?"
He discerned that the messenger knew more and was confident the answers would come quickly and fully. This angel was one of the best in his class, covering not only a guardian position, but also filling the role of messenger throughout Fyia and Ria. Although, Abaddon really didn't care for him on an angel-angel relation, but he was a strong ally and that at least was reassuring considering his new need for such support. Still, Abaddon couldn't help but think critically of the way he dressed. Red was not a traditional colour for angels, and wizard's hats were completely outrageous to him. However, their master made no formal laws for angelic 'dress code', so the diversity would have to be endured...
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Post by RayanStiger on Jun 17, 2005 15:44:35 GMT -5
If the messenger angel in red noticed the sarcasm in Abaddon's voice or the scowl on his face, he did not show it. He made no response to anything, but merely kept up a slight grin at all times. He had never been one to be affected personally by the preferances or attitudes of the other angels he worked with, and this was no exception.
"I am afraid I cannot promise you a specific time of the arrival of the other warriors," he said in reply to Abaddon's question. "That information was not disclosed to me. However, I do know that Arkazel, Nephius and Halekbel will be accompanying you." The guardian angel in red paused momentarily to allow his words to sink in before continuing.
"Also, I have been given specific orders to tell you not to stir up too much commotion until we are reinforced. You may proceed in executing your role, but do not do anything that would draw the attention of the Enemy. We want them to think that there are only a mere few servants of God scattered about on this planet, instead of an entire legion. Is everything clear?" The look in his eyes was calm and serious, befitting the graveness of his message. His words seemed to create friction in the air, cutting to Abaddon's ears like a sharp dagger.
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Post by Abaddon Michaelle on Jun 18, 2005 18:23:02 GMT -5
"...Arkazel, Nephius and Halekbel will accompany you..." Those names resonated thought the air with power. Abaddon was filled with strength, joy and confidence upon hearing those names. He stood up a bit straighter and became a bit more respectful due to the weight of those names.
"...Is everything clear?"
"Yes. I understand messenger. The information is much appreciated," any contempt Abaddon might have previously held for the angel in red simply melted into the air. Although he was inclined to morbidity and sarcasm than to the peaceful joy that so many angels are painted with, the idea of doing anything that would hinder or oppose his Lord was absolutely disgusting to Abaddon. His eyes were serious, focused and glinting with a cool resolve to carry out his mission to his absolute best. This was the angel that many souls had come to fear, because once he set his mind wholey to something of this level of severity he was not to be easily stopped. He embodied a holy resolve.
"I suppose you have more work to do. But before you leave tell me, are there any missions I should finish while I wait for the others?" he querried in anticipation...
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Post by RayanStiger on Jun 18, 2005 22:49:41 GMT -5
The angel in red bowed his acceptance of Abaddon’s thanks. “I am merely doing my duty in service to God. Do not bother to thank me.” Despite his modesty, the messenger could not help but notice the gleam of confidence that had sparked in his companion’s eye. His half grin turned into a full smile at having raised Abaddon’s spirits. After a few moments, his ally spoke again. Answering him directly, the guardian said, “There are no other orders I have been given to relay to you for the time being. However, I humbly suggest that you report any suspicious demonic activities immediately. We should know of any and all threats to our mission so that it is possible to handle them properly. I believe you are quite capable of handling the rest of your responsibilities. I leave you now to resume the work entrusted to me.”
He bowed again, and then slowly walked towards the door of the room. When he reached it, he turned his head just slightly so that he could see the shadowy outline of Abaddon’s frame. “I am looking forward to fulfilling the Lord’s work alongside you, Angel of Judgment. I leave you in peace and many blessings.” With that, the light from his staff went out, and he was gone.
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