Bow down before the one you serve...
There was little of any interest out in the deserts of the abandoned Earth. Even before the End, these were some of the most tremendously desolate and lifeless environments one could ever imagine. The bright blue sky loomed overhead with only a few clouds here and there to dot it's cerulean serenity. The sands whipped up into the hallow wind and were carried off into the distance, only to land on a monotonously similar dune. There was absolutely no life anywhere.
And yet, the skies began to darken as they had during the planet's final hours.
It was subtle at first. So slow that it was almost unnoticeable. But it became more apparent as time progressed. After only a minute, the skies had turned from a peaceful blue to an ominous grey. The clouds had expanded, fused and now spread out as far as the eye could see. With this change in the sky spawned a change in the Earth itself. The sands began to split and sidle around one another as a small crack appeared in it. The sand poured down into the crack and an orange glow became prevalent. The sandy fissure spread outward in five perfectly evenly spaced directions, revealing the shape of a reflected star which appeared to suck in the sands around it as it jutted outwards to engorge itself. Suddenly, the glow intensified as white hot molten rock began to pour itself out of the opening. It spread out in all directions, completely altering the landscape over the course of about five minutes, leaving only a molten wasteland for which a demon was suited. How convenient that the Gates of Hell had opened for just such a creature.
As the lava seeped off of her voloptuous body, a pink haired demoness launched out of the crag, laughing hysterically. Her incredibly revealing clothing would have left her completely nude if not for the demonic markings that lined her more sensuous areas. With her bladed wings outstretched she soared around, witnessing the malevolent chaos that she had reaped upon the desert. However, despite her thorough interest in chaos and destruction, she found it difficult to look down to see it. Especially since the demoness' eyes were fixated on the daunting skies, almost as though she were waiting for them to split.
Suddenly, not far from her flight path, a decrepit ruin that had once been a temple caught her eye.
"That's where all this began..." The demoness whispered to herself, "I... I can almost remember it... perfectly."
The memories of her long lost love flooded her mind. Sensations of joy, sorrow, and anger filled her heart simultaneously. She took a moment to loathe herself for feeling any emotion but anger or rage. She set her determined eyes on the temple once more and flapped her mighty wings to send herself hurdling towards it.
"There's nothing there... nothing that should cause me to feel like this..." She said inwardly, betraying a hint of doubt as she landed gracefully outside the temple's opening. She stole her way inside, looking into the main chamber with disdain. Against all her reassurances, the one for whom she had longed stood inside. There was no mistaking her, from her long, pale blonde hair to her petite yet strong figure. Her armor was quite modest in comparison to the demoness', though it's construction had been perfect. Desire wrapped and clouded the demoness' thoughts as she ducked under the other girl's beige angelic wings. Her mind was in a fog, everything felt surreal for the time being. She reached out her hand, longing to return to their former selves. Their mortal, living selves. And in that moment of weakness, she grasped the angel's hand.
"It's been quite some time," The angelic girl spoke barely above a whisper as she stared emotionally out of the paneless window in front of her, sighing before she finished, "Ophelia."
As she stole a glance over at the demonic girl, she gently tugged her hand away from Ophelia's and paced over to a nearby boulder. She lowered herself down on it and shifted for comfort. She let her left leg hang down to the floor and pulled the right one up to her chest, wrapping her arms around it and resting her chin upon the knee. She tilted her head a bit as she took in Ophelia, her eyes wide and yet somehow hazy. Her perfect lips were separated slightly in an expression of awe. She looked away quickly as she broke the nearly tangible silence that had permeated the air.
"So what brings you here..." the girl asked knowingly, "I could have sworn you wished to kill me..." She chuckled lightly as she finished.
"A-Adrian... I... I don't-" Ophelia started but was quickly cut short by the angel.
"You don't what? You don't want me to die?!" Adrian burst out, choking back tears, but failing as a one streamed down each cheek. "Good... Because I refuse to attack you... Unless you provoke me!" She sobbed lightly, gently putting her right hand on the hilt of her sword on her left hip. She pulled out only an inch or so of the beautifully crafted adamantium rapier, Redemption, but it was more than enough to prove her point. Adrian gazed into Ophelia's eyes, and it appeared that her demonic nature was bringing her back to her senses. That soulless stare of intense wickedness had once more tinged her eyes.
Ophelia paced back and forth slowly as she spoke through her smirking lips. "No, make no mistake. I want you dead. I wish for nothing more in this world than to be free from you, the source of my hate, anguish and sorrow. The only way for me to truly break my shackles is to rid myself of you and to rid the world of your kind." Ophelia hissed, then drew herself in close to Adrian, "And if you will not fight, I will enjoy your surrender. I'll make sure your death is slow, and agonizing."
The words stung like venom, not only for Adrian but for Ophelia as well. Though her manner would never reveal it. Adrian leapt from the boulder, under the demoness' wing and put several paces of distance between them. Her eyes became like slits and her tears were no more. She brandished her blade fluidly and braced it just in front of her, pointing it's tip directly towards the Ophelia's throat.
"I'll have no more of this. Your dark blood and all those who share it with you will die by my blade." The angelic girl said proudly as she flashed her blade down and assumed her battle stance with her sword raised at chest level and out a bit. "Let us see who is truly more worthy for this world."
Ophelia smiled widely as she slowly turned and held her hand out. A cloud of red and purple mist flowed down from her shoulder, spreading out as it reached her hand and extending into the form of a pole like object. As the mist cleared, it revealed a heavy lance, about the size of the demoness wielding it. She grasped it firmly, then held it up near her face.
"Let's!" She chided as she flourished the lance down and raised it up to head level, grasping firmly with both hands as she charged forward. Adrian followed her charge and quickly bolted foreward, flapping her wings quickly to give her a speed advantage. She ducked down under Ophelia's wide horizontal slash and rose sharply, guiding herself by her blade. The magnificent sword nearly struck into the exposed chest of the demoness, but instead Ophelia had wrapped in her wings to avert the blade. Redemption sheared through her wings and Ophelia howled in excrutiating pain, kicking back Adrian with her powerful right leg. Adrian caught herself in midair and whirled around, flapping her wings to catch her balance as she landed harder than expected.
Ophelia looked at her extended, ripped third extension in both her wings. Her first thought was that of relief that she had averted a likely fatal blow to her chest when she felt a stinging sensation where the blade would have struck, she looked down and saw that her chest had indeed been sliced open but only a minor wound had been made. A long, yet shallow gash that extended from the lower part of her left collar bone and across the top part of her right breast. With her left hand she dabbed her finger at the wound, wincing in pain as she rubbed the blood between her fingers. She then grabbed onto her lance once more and snarled as she lunged forward. Because of her incredible reach with her lance, Adrian hadn't had time to react to Ophelia's attack and found her right side and arm caught in the blade's extension. Instinctively, she parried her sword around the lance's approach, averting her arm from danger but felt a cold stab land into her right side. It gouged deep into her skin before Ophelia retracted the lance for fear that Adrian would grab it and disarm her.
Adrian grasped at her wound groaning in pain as she looked over Ophelia. It was clear that they were in a nearly equivalent amount of agony. The angel did her best to stand up straight as she held up her sword, the demoness' blood stained it's tip. Ophelia glared loathingly at it, repulsed by the sight of her own blood. She in turn raised her lance to her face and wiped Adrian's blood off of the edge of it's blade.
"This isn't worth my time... Let us wage war to prove who is truly most worthy. I assure you, Hell will fall to the angels." Adrian said regally.
"Fine by me. I wouldn't have enjoyed killing you here anyway... and I do so want to revel in your demise." Ophelia said as flames began to engulf her pulling her back into Hell.
"Very well then... Heaven and Hell shall battle for supremacy over the Earth." Adrian proclaimed, as a blur of blinding white and blue light swept over her. When it vanished, so had she. Ophelia smiled once more as the last of her form disappeared into embers.
And yet, the skies began to darken as they had during the planet's final hours.
It was subtle at first. So slow that it was almost unnoticeable. But it became more apparent as time progressed. After only a minute, the skies had turned from a peaceful blue to an ominous grey. The clouds had expanded, fused and now spread out as far as the eye could see. With this change in the sky spawned a change in the Earth itself. The sands began to split and sidle around one another as a small crack appeared in it. The sand poured down into the crack and an orange glow became prevalent. The sandy fissure spread outward in five perfectly evenly spaced directions, revealing the shape of a reflected star which appeared to suck in the sands around it as it jutted outwards to engorge itself. Suddenly, the glow intensified as white hot molten rock began to pour itself out of the opening. It spread out in all directions, completely altering the landscape over the course of about five minutes, leaving only a molten wasteland for which a demon was suited. How convenient that the Gates of Hell had opened for just such a creature.
As the lava seeped off of her voloptuous body, a pink haired demoness launched out of the crag, laughing hysterically. Her incredibly revealing clothing would have left her completely nude if not for the demonic markings that lined her more sensuous areas. With her bladed wings outstretched she soared around, witnessing the malevolent chaos that she had reaped upon the desert. However, despite her thorough interest in chaos and destruction, she found it difficult to look down to see it. Especially since the demoness' eyes were fixated on the daunting skies, almost as though she were waiting for them to split.
Suddenly, not far from her flight path, a decrepit ruin that had once been a temple caught her eye.
"That's where all this began..." The demoness whispered to herself, "I... I can almost remember it... perfectly."
The memories of her long lost love flooded her mind. Sensations of joy, sorrow, and anger filled her heart simultaneously. She took a moment to loathe herself for feeling any emotion but anger or rage. She set her determined eyes on the temple once more and flapped her mighty wings to send herself hurdling towards it.
"There's nothing there... nothing that should cause me to feel like this..." She said inwardly, betraying a hint of doubt as she landed gracefully outside the temple's opening. She stole her way inside, looking into the main chamber with disdain. Against all her reassurances, the one for whom she had longed stood inside. There was no mistaking her, from her long, pale blonde hair to her petite yet strong figure. Her armor was quite modest in comparison to the demoness', though it's construction had been perfect. Desire wrapped and clouded the demoness' thoughts as she ducked under the other girl's beige angelic wings. Her mind was in a fog, everything felt surreal for the time being. She reached out her hand, longing to return to their former selves. Their mortal, living selves. And in that moment of weakness, she grasped the angel's hand.
"It's been quite some time," The angelic girl spoke barely above a whisper as she stared emotionally out of the paneless window in front of her, sighing before she finished, "Ophelia."
As she stole a glance over at the demonic girl, she gently tugged her hand away from Ophelia's and paced over to a nearby boulder. She lowered herself down on it and shifted for comfort. She let her left leg hang down to the floor and pulled the right one up to her chest, wrapping her arms around it and resting her chin upon the knee. She tilted her head a bit as she took in Ophelia, her eyes wide and yet somehow hazy. Her perfect lips were separated slightly in an expression of awe. She looked away quickly as she broke the nearly tangible silence that had permeated the air.
"So what brings you here..." the girl asked knowingly, "I could have sworn you wished to kill me..." She chuckled lightly as she finished.
"A-Adrian... I... I don't-" Ophelia started but was quickly cut short by the angel.
"You don't what? You don't want me to die?!" Adrian burst out, choking back tears, but failing as a one streamed down each cheek. "Good... Because I refuse to attack you... Unless you provoke me!" She sobbed lightly, gently putting her right hand on the hilt of her sword on her left hip. She pulled out only an inch or so of the beautifully crafted adamantium rapier, Redemption, but it was more than enough to prove her point. Adrian gazed into Ophelia's eyes, and it appeared that her demonic nature was bringing her back to her senses. That soulless stare of intense wickedness had once more tinged her eyes.
Ophelia paced back and forth slowly as she spoke through her smirking lips. "No, make no mistake. I want you dead. I wish for nothing more in this world than to be free from you, the source of my hate, anguish and sorrow. The only way for me to truly break my shackles is to rid myself of you and to rid the world of your kind." Ophelia hissed, then drew herself in close to Adrian, "And if you will not fight, I will enjoy your surrender. I'll make sure your death is slow, and agonizing."
The words stung like venom, not only for Adrian but for Ophelia as well. Though her manner would never reveal it. Adrian leapt from the boulder, under the demoness' wing and put several paces of distance between them. Her eyes became like slits and her tears were no more. She brandished her blade fluidly and braced it just in front of her, pointing it's tip directly towards the Ophelia's throat.
"I'll have no more of this. Your dark blood and all those who share it with you will die by my blade." The angelic girl said proudly as she flashed her blade down and assumed her battle stance with her sword raised at chest level and out a bit. "Let us see who is truly more worthy for this world."
Ophelia smiled widely as she slowly turned and held her hand out. A cloud of red and purple mist flowed down from her shoulder, spreading out as it reached her hand and extending into the form of a pole like object. As the mist cleared, it revealed a heavy lance, about the size of the demoness wielding it. She grasped it firmly, then held it up near her face.
"Let's!" She chided as she flourished the lance down and raised it up to head level, grasping firmly with both hands as she charged forward. Adrian followed her charge and quickly bolted foreward, flapping her wings quickly to give her a speed advantage. She ducked down under Ophelia's wide horizontal slash and rose sharply, guiding herself by her blade. The magnificent sword nearly struck into the exposed chest of the demoness, but instead Ophelia had wrapped in her wings to avert the blade. Redemption sheared through her wings and Ophelia howled in excrutiating pain, kicking back Adrian with her powerful right leg. Adrian caught herself in midair and whirled around, flapping her wings to catch her balance as she landed harder than expected.
Ophelia looked at her extended, ripped third extension in both her wings. Her first thought was that of relief that she had averted a likely fatal blow to her chest when she felt a stinging sensation where the blade would have struck, she looked down and saw that her chest had indeed been sliced open but only a minor wound had been made. A long, yet shallow gash that extended from the lower part of her left collar bone and across the top part of her right breast. With her left hand she dabbed her finger at the wound, wincing in pain as she rubbed the blood between her fingers. She then grabbed onto her lance once more and snarled as she lunged forward. Because of her incredible reach with her lance, Adrian hadn't had time to react to Ophelia's attack and found her right side and arm caught in the blade's extension. Instinctively, she parried her sword around the lance's approach, averting her arm from danger but felt a cold stab land into her right side. It gouged deep into her skin before Ophelia retracted the lance for fear that Adrian would grab it and disarm her.
Adrian grasped at her wound groaning in pain as she looked over Ophelia. It was clear that they were in a nearly equivalent amount of agony. The angel did her best to stand up straight as she held up her sword, the demoness' blood stained it's tip. Ophelia glared loathingly at it, repulsed by the sight of her own blood. She in turn raised her lance to her face and wiped Adrian's blood off of the edge of it's blade.
"This isn't worth my time... Let us wage war to prove who is truly most worthy. I assure you, Hell will fall to the angels." Adrian said regally.
"Fine by me. I wouldn't have enjoyed killing you here anyway... and I do so want to revel in your demise." Ophelia said as flames began to engulf her pulling her back into Hell.
"Very well then... Heaven and Hell shall battle for supremacy over the Earth." Adrian proclaimed, as a blur of blinding white and blue light swept over her. When it vanished, so had she. Ophelia smiled once more as the last of her form disappeared into embers.
...You're going to get what you deserve.
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Written by Kestral Silverdust
Original RP by The Fullmetal Princess & Alandria_Til_Versa
Written by Kestral Silverdust
Original RP by The Fullmetal Princess & Alandria_Til_Versa
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Thats great...!!!
Well done guys, the scene is set !