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#1 etile

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Posted 07 November 2006 - 12:20 PM

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For countless milenia, Hell had kept the fallen angels under guard, keeping them from wreaking havoc upon the universe as they mutiny against God. Satan reigns here, trapt in a frozen lake, punished for his pride. He is in the form of a massive, man-like beast, his wings beating furiously in the air, while his three mouths knaw on three traitors, punishing them for their sins.

From his frozen throne he delagates, to angels which then command demons. The demons torture the souls of all the sinners spread throughout the nine levels of hell. Satan waits and plots, fueled by pride and determined to break free from his prison, while his fallen angels live how they see fit, whether in decadence and sin or constantly plagued by reminders of their Fall.


Possible charaters (you aren't limited to these):
Sinners: Souls condemned to suffer for all of eternity, tortured by demons according to their sin.
Demons: Take orders from the Fallen, and torture souls.
Fallen Angels: Those that joined Lucifer and dissent from God before the creation of Earth.
Off Limits: Lucifer

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[updated on 11/08/06]

The Truce (also known as the Balance):

When God punished his Sons for exercising their free will, He cast them into Hell, then focused his energies into the creation of the known universe, Eath, and puny man. He saw man Fall, and casted them out of the garden, realizing these sinful weak creatures were unfit to have such a blessing. Despite their brutish, ignorant lives, His heart swelled with joy as they flourished on Earth. Yet He wanted them to suffer, to learn how tiny and insignificant they were. Thus he called upon Satan, who had never stopped his honorable rebellion against this Despot, even though he had been sent to Hell. God, afraid of Satan's power, wanted to placate him, so that he would stop terrorizing the angels. And so the Truce was made. Both angels and demons were allowed to be on earth, and to try to sway humanity one way or another (biblical times). Yet after time, God saw that his frail creatures were too weak to behold the greatness of his Sons, and so the truce was altered. No pure angels of demons could walk the earth, though those of mixed blood or departed spirits could, under certain circumstances. Thus God and our Dark Lord began a more subtle war, the minions of their minions peddling influence on Earth.


#2 Shinobi_Artist

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Posted 08 November 2006 - 04:44 AM

I shall carry the mantle of the first denezin of hell! O one question, Y doosn't hell have like a demon captain or like fallen captain???? huh huh huh huh huh!!!?????

Name: Izual
Race: Damned Soul
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Izual is a large and intimidating Damned Soul. In his past life he was a warrior of renown and fame. With a pretty face and more strength than any man in the country side. He let fame get to his head and he became vain. God sought to punish him for his vanity, and Izual was attacked by a loose lion in the arena one day. The attack left his face a bloody mass of flesh, and one missing eye. The muscles in his legs were badly damaged. He had trouble walking for the rest of his days. Realizing why this had happened to him, Izual sought God's forgiveness. Izual was contacted through an angel that told him of god's forgiveness and the part he would play in an ensuing attack by hell's minions. (I just assume that sometimes demons show up to just scare people and keep up appearences lol) His legs were restored to him but his face was left forever scared. Izual took part in the small battle of heaven and hell. He was the only human, standing shoulder to wingtip with angels. During the fight Izual was wounded minorly several times, these wounds were not his downfall though. the sickness and infections afterward did. Izual didn't understand y god had let one of his human "champions" fall so easily. God said that he had need of him in the armies of heaven. Izual became infuriated at God, God had taken Izual away from his family and friends and life. He had helped God as best he could, and this is how he was repayed-with death. In his fury and rage Izual killed several angels who attemtep to placate him. after this Izual Was thrown into the 7th level of hell were he was graciously welcomed into the dark lord's kingdom. 2 demons were waiting for his arrival into the realm were they were to escort him to the lord himself..

#3 metroid_dragon

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Posted 09 November 2006 - 09:41 AM

Name: Azazel
Race: Fallen Angel
Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azazel

Millennia now I have lain here, unable to do anything but think, and think I did. I though of my decisions, I though of my actions, I thought of the repercussions. And I have always come back to the same conclusion: I did what was right. I taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all colouring tinctures. These acts created beauty among humankind, and gave them the ability to choose their fate for themselves. I loved them... nay, I loved her. Is it such a crime to love a human women? God, however, in his blind arrogance, decided to genocide mankind because of what I had taught them, unleashing a flood of colossal proportions for my acts. Although I don't believe my actions were wrong, they lead to the deaths of millions of men and animals, all to satisfy the bloody ego of their almighty Lord. Nay, I don't expect for them to ever forgive me for my actions, but one day, once I get out of this hole and see the sun for the first time in... in... I don't even remember how long I've been down here precisely, or what the world above is like now. Did mankind survive and flourish? Or did it never fully recover from that horrid flood? Only time will tell... one day.

Azazel lay bound in darkness, as he had done for ages come to pass. And he dwelt on his thoughts, unknowing of what was above him.

A figure in dark red robes with black, dirty wings obscuring the desert sun for a few feet looked down at the miles of sand surrounding him. He knew not where his target was exactly, but this was the best location that he had. He decided to try here, these sand dunes all looked alike anyways.

A small glowing orb of black light pulsated in the hand of the figure, more black energy being drawn from the very air around it and swirling in an circular sea that looked like blood sickeningly mixed with the blackest of clouds in the palm of his hands. Downward he thrust, and streaks of blood-air rushed from his palm, crashing into the desert sand, sending sand careening outwards, the crated below him widening with frightening speed in only a second or two. Then there was blackness below.

It burns.... this feeling, it's so warm, like nothing he had felt in ages. So pleasant it's unpleasant, yet still the greatest thing Azazel had felt since captivity. His memory remembered this feeling... it was the sun. His eyes started to adjust to the newly refound vision. At least he knows now he was not blind. And after a few seconds, he could see clearly again. He stared upward to see a figure with 2 dark wings flying high above him, well above the top of the crater that Azazel was centered in. He stood, or rather tried to stand, legs giving way a number of times, when something grabbed his arm. "Take it easy old friend" and Azazel turned to see a face he hadn't seen for so long... the face of Samyaza, his leader and the commander of the Grigori... of the Watchers.

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Posted 11 November 2006 - 01:22 AM

((Edit: I had to go earlier, so i left my post unfinshed, i'm just finishing it)) ((argh..writing cramp. Just look as this introduction as unfinished, and i'll finish when i can :S))
Name: Nothing (He has forgotten his real name, as he has been in hell for a rather...long time, For the moment, i'll just refer to him as ''The man'')
Race: Sinner

Throwed in the river of Styx, for the sin of wrath, he had been here for a long time.
The last memory he had of ''Life'' was that of a battle, sometimes in the beginning of the 1900 century.
He was feared by enemies and friends alike, for he often lost himself in bloodlust, even going so far as to rip organs from the still living victims. Soon enough, it had catched up with him, and he was deemed ''Dangerous'' by the command, and shot.
Sent here, to eternal torment, he was more filled with hate than ever.
Still, it was not so different here than from the place he was from before, even as he struck down other humans, they kept coming back, everything in a swampy, muddy place, all without any end.
And still, despite how many times he got ''killed'' he still woke up instantly, forced to continue this pointless fight over and over again.
There where others aswell, people lying under the water, constantly drowning. When he first got here, he tried to help a few, but was quickly reprimanded by the demons guarding the place.
Strangely, he was not affected in the same way as the others here, the others where..animals.
Ofcourse, he was also affected. After all, who could not be?


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Posted 11 November 2006 - 01:42 PM

(i know, all the angels were male and all that. but i like being a female character)
name: Irael
race:seraphim

a cruel punishment indeed. But just, for what better way to punish the proud and vain, than to take away their beauty?As one of the seraphim, I had the six wings. three pairs, three purposes Modesty one pair with wich to hide my face. Respect one pair with which to hide my feet. Flight and a last pair, to grant me flight. when i folowed lucifer to the dark, i did not know the pain and suffering my fall would cost me. they took the wings of respect first. hewn from my body with an axe. i wept. The said i had no respect. so what need had i for them. They took my modesty after in the same barabaric way. I was told i was far too proud of the beauty i was asked to hide. I did not want to hide my face, so why did i have wings to do as such? all they left me with, was flight. they said i would need to be able to fly. But it would not stop my fall.

The only other thing i have gilt of is watching. I used to watch the men and women... but i loved the children and longed for my own. A gift i could never have but that i had all the same. I canot say i loved him. Infact, i did not. I do not even think, he knew if i was really a woman or just his ideal dream. I lived happily. and fell pregnant. Such a beautiful child. so bright and full of hope. they took her from me. i often think of her and wonder if the floods took her, or was she saved? i will never know.

all i do is walk, just walk.and think. from time to time i see others. if they see me, they do not respond. I think sometimes, i would like to talk to another. companionship is something i miss.

#6 etile

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Posted 11 November 2006 - 11:33 PM

((You're in luck, angels and demons can be both men and women here. Actually, I think back in the day it was accepted taht angels were sexless, and could choose whether to appear as a man or woman. But then popular culture kept depicting them as men or something, I dunno. I would just be on crack, though.))

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Posted 21 November 2006 - 05:29 AM

*Izual was ungracioulsy pushed into a dark and cold cavern. He could barely see, all he saw was his breath as it wisped into the air. He thought it ironic that he was in hell and was freezing. He then remembered the stories of lucifer, and froze (ha ha) in his tracks. He realized he was in the chamber of lucifer. He immediatly fell to his knee and bowed his head*
"May I humbly ask why the Dark Lord seeks council with a creature such as me?"

#8 etile

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Posted 22 November 2006 - 09:41 AM

A dark, cold chamber was the abode of the first fallen angel. As soon as one entered, the massive beating of six wings tore through the air, stirring up great, blustery winds that kept the entire lower level of Hell frozen. Lucifer stood day after day, century after century, waist deep in infernal ice. In the form of a massive, man-like beast, he has three faces, one red, one black, and one yellow. Each mouth chews on a traitor, men so devious that they deserve to have Lucifer himself as their torturer.

Lucifer sensed the approach of Izual, and saw him kneel close to a thousand feet away, a wise move, since the mere sound of his wings could be enough to paralyze damned souls, if heard from too close. Lucifer spoke, his voice ominous and grand, enough to kill anyone who wasn't already dead. A voice of a lion, accented by the eternal screams of three traitors:

"YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, TO SERVE ME. MY TIME APPROACHES, WHERE I SHALL MAKE A LAST STAND AGAINST THE CREATOR. YOU ARE A SOUL FIT TO LEAD MY LESSER RANKS. WILL YOU SERVE?"



((OOC: I'm sooo tempted to call him Nae'blis. Also, you guys can feel free to start interacting and such! Hopefully we'll acquire more people as time goes on, but we'll have to make do for now))

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Posted 22 November 2006 - 04:36 PM

*Izual bowed even further as he possibly could. The voice was like a thousand voices all at once saying different things yet forming the syllabyles of something else. The voices pained him beyond imagining*

"Yes my lord i will serve whatever purpose you have for me! Just tell your servant what needs to be done and I will do it"

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Posted 29 November 2006 - 11:59 PM

(( OOC :: I feel so rusty right now. ))

Name -- Maximus
Race -- Arisen Demon

His place was far from being established as a static role. But, that only reflected these memories that would relish themselves upon his mind, feeding a hunger for lust and desire all too well. Maximus was toiled and twisted beyond recognition of his former self, and was made anew, in order to sacrifice himself for the biddings of evil. His tasks were meager, plain, and enough for any individual demon to accomplish. But what more was his point to having lived on this wretched land of earth and sky for more than a decade, changing faces, names, places, and positions in history. He was a pawn, and at that, a very vivid thinker. His ideas were born to indiscretion, searing pain to imagine what would be the reasoning behind certain actions, decisions, beliefs.

So what was happening to him now, and where was he in this continuous of time? Was he a murderer? A rapist? Was he a politician? All good guesses, but thoroughly ruled out by his creator and his leader in the Underworld. Maximus stood upon the outskirts of an unknown place, a shamble of hideous robes and weather-beaten clothing. His face was red from the blistering sun. His hair, a color far from an elegance once given to him, was a dark and ruined brown, almost black. His eyes, a light crimson, peered into the destruction laid before him. T'was a few structures of meager importance, made of less respectable tools and materials. The sky above reigned supreme, above the smoke, then burning cinders, and the stagnant smell of death. Was it supposed to chill his bones so eerily? He had seen far worse sights than this "village," and yet, here he was sympathizing for reasons he could not understand.

His mind burned with the workings of a mad genius, deciphering what he could of the situation set before him. Here he was, a man of little wealth and comfort, placed before a destructive place, still fresh from the toils of war. Maximus was far from the armies of the world, those that had moved on were even further from him than he knew. Light crackles and the sound of materials burning drifted through the wind toward the only being in a large radius that would pay such attention to devastation.

"And this is the way of the world..." He spoke with a deep voice, plagued by decades of serving the demon that kept him bound with the torturing of a soul. He was not one to try to escape. No, he was, in a sick and twisted way, taken care of for eternity. His lips parted, taking in a breath before he stepped forward, over the make-shift path that wound through this settlement sent spiraling back to the stone age with only a few tools of war. A sigh, followed by the shaking of a head, and he turned on his heel, walking from all of the death. He could see no bodies, but the smell in the air accented the idea that the structures had fallen upon their victims, burning and searing them. In Hell, they would feel much worse, for this life was nowhere near the end, something Maximus knew all too well.

He now had more brethren in the fight against the heavens, the angels, and Him. His eyes looked upward, his head tilting somewhat, staring up into the clouds at the burning sun. The wind caressed his cheeks before he lifted a brow, his attention turning to two figures drawing upon the horizon, shimmering like mirages, plaguing his eyes as they squinted to decipher the reality. He had been in this desert for what seemed like ages, but hours could feel like ages when one has no companion. So was the story of his plagued existence on this earth for some time.

His legs carried him toward the figures, at a pace considered standard by the beings of this realm. As he was not aware of these two men, his omniscient narrator knew that they were Azazel and Samyaza.

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 07:05 PM

Ten beasts, all created by the lord satan.

-The beast of sadness
-The beast of anger
-The beast of the hunt
-The beast of shadow
-The beast of fire
-The beast of souls
-The beast of torture
-The beast of sin
-The beast of lies
-And finally, The beast of insanity.

Each beast was special in the eye of satan, when they worked together they could accomplish anything. But there was a problem. They hated each other. Each one was a mortal enemy to the others. There were some exceptions. Each beast had one friend. A seemingly impossible thing to have in hell. It was the closest thing to friendship that they have ever felt. The friends were:

anger and sin, together making evil
sadness and torture, together destroying hope
lies and fire, together killing the enemy from the inside and the out
the hunt and shadow, together silently doing Satan's will
souls and insanity, together making corruption




((OOC: yea sorry if the beast thing messed up anything, I just made that up, and Aragor is the beast of insanity))

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Posted 23 December 2006 - 08:30 AM

QUOTE(etile @ Nov 21 2006, 11:41 PM) View Post
*Izual bowed even further as he possibly could. The voice was like a thousand voices all at once saying different things yet forming the syllabyles of something else. The voices pained him beyond imagining*

"Yes my lord i will serve whatever purpose you have for me! Just tell your servant what needs to be done and I will do it"



A dark, cold chamber was the abode of the first fallen angel. As soon as one entered, the massive beating of six wings tore through the air, stirring up great, blustery winds that kept the entire lower level of Hell frozen. Lucifer stood day after day, century after century, waist deep in infernal ice. In the form of a massive, man-like beast, he has three faces, one red, one black, and one yellow. Each mouth chews on a traitor, men so devious that they deserve to have Lucifer himself as their torturer.

Lucifer heard the soul's response, and accepted it with an almost imperceptible nod. His planned and schemed, his dark mind keeping track of events like another would note the movements on a chessboard. This was a piece, and small as it was, would prove useful, once larger moves were made. He knew perfection, had fallen from it, and thus could to some degree read the Eternal's mind. The time to strike would come. But first, this. his voice took the form of a hollow roar:

"PATIENCE. FIRST APPROACH ME, AND I SHALL MARK YOU AS MY OWN."




#13 fahmid101

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Posted 07 January 2008 - 02:54 AM

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I love you too, fahmid.

Edited by Zelda Princess, 07 January 2008 - 03:25 AM.





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