Hell's Uprising

[SteakHeart]

Jackson woke up. He had had a nightmare involving Satan, Hell, and three jars of extra-chunky peanut butter. As he did so, he realized he had been out for nearly a day.

"Gotta get some chow," he said to no one in particular. He tucked the blades in his vest and walked out of the apartment complex. He walked down to a McDonald's and ordered a burger and fries. As he ate, he saw a very curvy woman conversing with an oddly dressed and strangely attractive man. He almost recognised the man who she was talking to, but could pay no attention to him as he layed eyes on the damsel outside. He finished his burger and threw his garbage in the trash. As he walked up to greet the lady, the man muttered something in another toungue in her ear, and dissapeared. The woman, who he now recognised as a stripper from downtown, turned around and pulled a pair of blades out of nowhere, with fire in her eyes. Very, very sexy fire. Jackson pulled out his blades and said, "You wanna fight? Be my guest." Suddenly, she lunged at him, her blades rising high in the air.

 

[Xero Scythe]

------Asmodeus(Lust)
"My dear, don't bother attacking me with that. I already gave you some real weapons, didn't I?" He moved her hand out of her purse gently. the mace dropped back into the purse. "No, I was not a dream. I'm standing in front of you right now, aren't I?" He laughed, a beautiful, yet somehow masculine, sound. "As for my name, i'm pretty sure by now you have some inkling of who I am. I am Asmodeus, the General known as Lust. I know this seems a bit... rushed, but I need you. See, this is the final battle. Armageddon, Apocalypse, call it what you wish. We, hell, must win. You are sick of this world, that the 'Mighty One' has created, are you not? He says this world is fair, yet look at you. forced to reveal yourself to men for a living. Don't you want something... more? Something better? We can give that to you. Merely help us win, and the world is yours to fix as you see fit."

Asmodeus grabbed Valentina and warped to her house. "Well, that could have been messy. I don't think you are quite ready to fight a Guardian of the Light quite yet. Now, about my deal, sound good to you?"

 

[SteakHeart]

Jackson was confused. He was sure he had seen a demon stripper standing there a moment ago. Now all he saw was a slightly manacing trash can. he turned around- facing another demon, this time one thst only vaugely looked human.

"Ah, something to use my new swords on," said Jack. He then plunged one of the blades into the demon's chest and yanked it out, pulling with it two feet of intestines. "Oh god. Let me fix that." Jack flipped the thing over his shoulder and curbstomped it, watching it squirm and die, blood gushing from it's wounds. Jackson turned around and saw a portal expanding. He heard Raphael whisper to him.

"It has begun."

 

[Xero Scythe]

---------Wrath
Wrath noticed someone holy attacking one of Asmodeus' personal demons. He created a warsword out of thin air and wielded it like it was as light as a dagger, spinning it around like a baton. "I hope you are prepared to die, fool." Hellfire streamed off the revolving warsword and raced towards Jackson, seeking out his life.

Spoiler: OOC-steakheart

Hey, Jackson can't go toe-to-toe with Wrath right now. this is one of those encounters where you will lose. you can either run or have Micheal intercede.

 

[SteakHeart]

---------Wrath
Wrath noticed someone holy attacking one of Asmodeus' personal demons. He created a warsword out of thin air and wielded it like it was as light as a dagger, spinning it around like a baton. "I hope you are prepared to die, fool." Hellfire streamed off the revolving warsword and raced towards Jackson, seeking out his life.

Spoiler: OOC-steakheart

Hey, Jackson can't go toe-to-toe with Wrath right now. this is one of those encounters where you will lose. you can either run or have Micheal intercede.

Spoiler

It was'nt Wrath, it was just a plain demon.

EDIT: oh, I read your post more thoroughly. I run.

 

[Nukey]

Adrian let out a yawn as he awoke from a slumber, Sloth was resting on his other couch. the couch was old and smelt like weed and other various drugs.

"wha? Oh, no problem bro!" replied Adrian obviously had no idea what was going on, he had spent the previous night getting high with friends.

"that's fantastic!" Sloth says, a tone resembling a mix of happiness and being tired. "im going to crash here for the night, alright?"

"Go ahead" and with that Sloth promptly fell asleep on his couch among a pile of chips, old plastic bags heavy with the scent of drugs and a blanket hanging off the side of the couch. Adrian walked over to the door to exit his apartment grabbing his sword cane along the way. he moves his hand over to the door handle, it swings opens with a creaking noise he planned to fix it at one point or another, he just never got around to it.

the cool breeze of the night flew into the room, Sloth mumbled as if asking to close the door. Adrian turned his head towards Sloth and quietly muttered "good night sweet prince" as if mocking his superior before setting out into the night, unaware of what he was trying to help accomplish.

 

[Xero Scythe]

---------Wrath
Wrath noticed someone holy attacking one of Asmodeus' personal demons. He created a warsword out of thin air and wielded it like it was as light as a dagger, spinning it around like a baton. "I hope you are prepared to die, fool." Hellfire streamed off the revolving warsword and raced towards Jackson, seeking out his life.

Spoiler: OOC-steakheart

Hey, Jackson can't go toe-to-toe with Wrath right now. this is one of those encounters where you will lose. you can either run or have Micheal intercede.

Spoiler

It was'nt Wrath, it was just a plain demon.

EDIT: oh, I read your post more thoroughly. I run.

Spoiler: OOC

okay. then post it. and do something more then, "I say oh shit, then run." Thank you. i just hate short, pointless posts.

 

[Aqualung]

Valentina clenched her fists as the stranger- Asmodeus, he had called himself- grabbed her wrist, forcing her to drop her only defense. She clenched her jaw tightly. As he explained his predicament, her eyebrows slanted downward in doubt and frustration, that this mysterious man would suddenly appear to her again years later and feed her this ridiculous bullshit. Yet, as he continued to explain, she could find herself only staring deeply into his stunning eyes, agreeing with every word that dripped from his mouth like verbal gold.

"Don't you want something... more? Something better?" Lust said, his voice tender and sympathetic. She gritted her teeth, ashamed at how much he attracted her, physically. But if he truly was a servant of Hell, the sin of lust itself... It made sense.

Her fears were only confirmed as the world vanished around her, replaced by her familiar apartment, which was filled with comfortable furniture and a decent but shady view. As Lust finished his proposition, Valentina straightened and took a step away from him- whether from fear, or to cool down the wanting feelings he gave her, she was unsure.

She hesitated before speaking in a smooth and sultry voice like warm honey. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"

Spoiler: Steakheart

Spoiler: Your post:

The woman, who he now recognised as a stripper from downtown, turned around and pulled a pair of blades out of nowhere, with fire in her eyes. Very, very sexy fire. Jackson pulled out his blades and said, "You wanna fight? Be my guest." Suddenly, she lunged at him, her blades rising high in the air.

Are you talking about my character there? ...For one, she doesn't even have the blades ON her- she's a regular(ish) person, not a mad murderer. And please, don't control my character. I don't know if this is your first RP or not, but that's something you never do. She has no reason or ability to attack you, anyway.

 

[Azraellod]

Curtis lay back, dreaming.

He was in an empty room, with a glass floor below him, and an image of the world beneath it. As he looked down upon it, it seemed perfectly serene and peaceful. Right at that moment, it seemed perfect.

Then, that changed. Suddenly the earth seemed to be almost set alight by a streaming well of fire. The forests burned down, the cities fell, even the sea seemed to dry up and burn.

He looked on, horrified, the world faded, and seven figures appeared. He stared at them, and saw that each of them was a representation of a deadly sin. There was Pride, with his superior smile. Sloth, slouching even in the lineup. Wrath, with an expression of vengance. Greed, wearing enough jewelery to ransom a king. Lust, a suggestive smile on her face. Envy, glancing at greed with an expression of desire on her face. And Gluttony, licking a pot of jam in a manner that repulsed Curtis to his core.

Curtis, I have brought you here so that you shall know of the threat to our world.

A voice echoed through the room. He had never heard it before, and yet it seemed somehow familiar. He stared around the room, but did not see anyone.

You will not be able to see me. I am the archangel Azrael, and I am here to tell you about a threat to the world. Heaven will be overthrown, hell will rise up, and consume the entire planet.

What you see before you are manifestations of the 7 Generals of Hellfire. They will not look like that, and in all probability they will not appear much. However, certain people bearing those traits may appear, and it is those that will bring about the destruction of earth.

You have to protect Heaven and the earth from these sinners. They are normal humans under the command of the Generals of hellfire, and they are bound to serve their masters. They cannot be saved, and must be destroyed.

Only a few people can hear us, so we cannot ask everyone to defend. You will be serving under the Archangel Michael, as I am merely the one watching over you. I am not a general of heaven.

This is your duty. Do not fail us.

Curtis awoke. He was lying in his room, at around 10pm. He had gone to bed early that night, in order to prepare for an exam in his school tomorrow. Still, this took priority. He knew this was not merely a dream, as he read the writing on his bedpost. On it was burned Hell's gate has opened. Heaven's must open too.

He got up, slipping his gloves on, and limped over to the opposite side of his room. He picked out his kusarigama. He had found it in a car boot sale when he was 13, and he thought it was the most wonderful weapon he had ever seen. He drew it out, and started to polish it. He had no idea what he had to do yet, but it was worth being prepared for it, whatever it was. He decided to await instructions from his new general...

Spoiler: OOC

Just thought I would set up my character. This is just an introduction, but since the angel watching him and the angel I will be following are different, I felt something like this might be a good way to make my character aware of what is going on.

Oh, and those are just images of the Generals the way my character can recognize them.

 

[Xero Scythe]

--------Lust
Asmodeus smiled, showing perfect white, sparkling teeth. "No my dear, I am afraid you do not. So sorry. Are you ready to start your training? Right now, unless you seduce him, there is no way you will be able to defeat a Guardian." He looked her over. "Although, i must admit, you have a good chance of seducing someone." He stepped closer, pressing the advantage. "Now, summon the blades."

Spoiler: weapon explanation

actually, the weapons can be summoned using your spirit. they are the manifestations of your soul, so you can actually have them even if you have no way of concealing a normal wep. great for getting though airports!

 

[Aqualung]

Spoiler: OOC

Ah, good to know. But yeah, I still don't like anyone controlling my character, which was the main point.

Valentina stared at Asmodeus skeptically. She slipped her purse loose from her arm and let it fall to the counter nearby with a soft clunk from its inside contents. This man... Thing... is nuts. But what have I got to lose? Who knows- maybe this magic shit will help with the robberies.

Taken a breath, she held her arms out at her sides. "Alright. Fine. Have it your way, bud."

The blades entered her mind as she began to visualize them. Their strong silver that seemed never to tarnish, their blades that never dulled, and the smooth white bone handles. She felt something odd, as though a wave of fire washed over her. Valentina's hands tingled pleasantly as fire swallowed her hands and, in a large burst of flame, the blades appeared in both her hands. The fire remained around her hands for a moment, refusing to burn her skin, before dimming and dying away.

She clenched the khopeshes tightly and looked up at Asmodeus. "Anything else?"

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Dahlia smiled at the moon which made the scarlet on her hands look like black mercury. She felt almost sad that she'd have to wash it away.
Tonight was a good night.
The streets were silent as she returned to her latest hostel, stopping momentarily to check the time before heading to her room. It was 4:23 in the morning...No one awake, no one could suspect. She signed in at the register under the false name of 'Alice Ciel' and crept to the top of the spiral staircase that she had admired. Too bad that she'd have to leave in a few days, in order to stay on top of all the work she'd been doing.

Before entering she stopped into the shared bathroom between her and the person across the hall. She washed the blood away from her hands sadly, then met her eyes in the mirror above the basin. A few specks of the scarlet had flicked on her face and she rubbed them away with her jacket sleeve. Dahlia wasn't going to get any sleep so she proceeded to run a bath to get all of the stray specks that she might've missed. Leaving the bath running slowly, she went to her temporary room, running a hand through her ringleted hair while the other held a black messenger bag.

As Dahlia opened the door a man was sitting on the couch, meeting her eyes. Instinctively she went for the razor blade in her leg holster and brandished it.

"Good evening, Dahlia. I am Wrath, he who saved your life all those years ago. I've come to call in that favor." He spoke, neither softly nor harshly.

Dahlia considered the knife for a moment then slid it back in the holster, a smile hit her lips again.
"What kind of favor, do you have in mind?"

 

[ThreeWords]

Spoiler

Hey,can I reserve a spot and join when i get back to england?

Name: Lancelot Shannow
Age: 22
Alliance: Infernal
Which Infernal warrior you serve under: Pride
Appearence: Lancelot stands 6 foot 3 inches, has stylishly cut gbrown hair, piercing blue eyes and handsome features. He is muscled, but not over much, for he remains slim, lithe and quick on his feet.
he never pays attention to what he is wearing, sure in the knowledge that it will always look good on him.
Weapon: A rapier that is almost invisibly thin and fast, and also his bare hands (he is able to fight lesser enimies using little more than a few martial arts skills, or sometimes even only the power of his personality
Bio: Lancelot was born into a upper class family, son of Duke TroisMots, Sir William Shanow, whose lands he stands to inherrit. He has always been skilled in everything he turns his hand to, and has been brought upto think of himself as better than his fellow men.
Despite his garantuan arrogance, hee actuallydisplays considerble inteligene and physical power, which only serves to bolster his pride.
When Armageddon came, LAncelot was drawn to his natural ally, Pride, seeing in him all the aspects which he respected: confidence,self assurance, and endless style.Since entering Pridesservice, he has been only further impressed by the Generalslac of respect for anyone else, and his drive to defeat all his enimies,depite the moral cost

Hows that?

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler

Hey,can I reserve a spot and join when i get back to england?

Name: Lancelot Shannow
Age: 22
Alliance: Infernal
Which Infernal warrior you serve under: Pride
Appearence: Lancelot stands 6 foot 3 inches, has stylishly cut gbrown hair, piercing blue eyes and handsome features. He is muscled, but not over much, for he remains slim, lithe and quick on his feet.
he never pays attention to what he is wearing, sure in the knowledge that it will always look good on him.
Weapon: A rapier that is almost invisibly thin and fast, and also his bare hands (he is able to fight lesser enimies using little more than a few martial arts skills, or sometimes even only the power of his personality
Bio: Lancelot was born into a upper class family, son of Duke TroisMots, Sir William Shanow, whose lands he stands to inherrit. He has always been skilled in everything he turns his hand to, and has been brought upto think of himself as better than his fellow men.
Despite his garantuan arrogance, hee actuallydisplays considerble inteligene and physical power, which only serves to bolster his pride.
When Armageddon came, LAncelot was drawn to his natural ally, Pride, seeing in him all the aspects which he respected: confidence,self assurance, and endless style.Since entering Pridesservice, he has been only further impressed by the Generalslac of respect for anyone else, and his drive to defeat all his enimies,depite the moral cost

Hows that?

hey threewords. it's good, but there's one problem: Pride does not have a champion. He is the original and strongest sin, so he does not need one. Envy is still open though, as is Gluttony. However, if you really wish to keep this character, i can change it. which do you perfer?

 

[Xero Scythe]

--------------Wrath
Wrath smiled. "Oh, don't worry. This will be a favor you will enjoy following though with." He stood up and walked closer to her. He removed a fleck of blood that had laid hidden in her hair. "I knew i had hit gold when i chose you. Anyway, Armageddon is now. We must win this final battle. and with all battle, comes Wrath and death. I need you to fight for me, as Direct Intercession is not normally allowed. Heaven will have Champions to fight for it as well. However, that puny razorblade there will not be able to hurt them in the slightest. Show me a real weapon. summon the weapon that i gave you, all those years ago."

Spoiler: OOC-me being a jerk

Okay, new rule: Only your spirit weapon can hurt one who is allied with Heaven or Hell. this goes both ways. you can still be hurt by normal weapons fired by regular people, so watch out. Finally, there is one more ability that shall be explained later on, by each respective General. However, im not really playing as the Holy Generals, so ill tell you guys your wep's abilities: 1: increased damaged as the more evil a target is. 2:the weapons cannot hurt innocent beings. 3: the weapons have the ability to save a soul, as long as it delivers the death blow. this is the only time when your weapons have the ability to strike down a human being.

 

[Xero Scythe]

-----------Lust
Lust clapped his hands, sending them into an alternate dimension."I don't think you would like me anymore if i wrecked your room while we were doing this." He grinned, meaning the double innuendo. He clapped again and summoned two rapiers. sliding into a stance , right hand rapier aimed at Valentina's heart and the left hand rapier held diagonally in front of him. "En Garde!" He yelled ready to receive Valentina's attack.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Dahlia's eyes lit up with excitement, as she focused herself. Although she loved her razor blades, the one weapon she truly devoted herself to was the ring-blade that she had seen when she had last had dream. She imagined the smooth sharpened down blade between her held out hands. The beautiful black onyx that would shimmer in the moonlight as blood rained from the sky. It made her heart sing.
The heavy blade that was roughly half her size appeared in the palms of her hands, she rested the ring over her shoulders.
"This is going to be fun!" She giggled. Her laugh was eerie and almost full of elation.

 

[Nukey]

Adrian reached his apartment lobby and proceed outside, he heard the various sounds of the night. He sung September to himself as he walked down the streets with his sword cane sheathed, trying avoid any unneeded attention.

"Ba de ya - say do you remember, Ba de ya - dancing in September, Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day...." a tone of pure relaxation in his voice. It almost seemed like he wasn't bothered by the fact Armageddon was near, almost.

 

[Xero Scythe]

---------Wrath
Wrath nodded. "Now, we must get ready. Heaven will not stand by and let us take over the earth. it will have Champions, and you must be prepared." He slammed his sheathed warsword into the ground. they were now in Wrath's private universe, located within the sixth area of hell. He unsheathed the warsword and held it in front of him. "Now, attack!" He commanded.

Spoiler: OOC

how hell is structured in my mind: there are 8 'stages' of hell. each of the first seven stages are controlled by a General, the stronger they are, the higher up their stage. strength is determined on the order that they came into the world and how many people have fallen to that sin. Pandemonium is in the 7th stage of hell. the 8th stage contains the epicenter of all evil itself, the original fallen angel, Lucifer.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Letting out a rageful scream, She ran towards him, brandishing the ring-blade in one hand, sliding under the sword on her knees and trying to slice his legs with the edge of the blade.
Dahlia only just remembered that this wasn't a real battle, just a training situation. She moved the edge and struck him with the side, then rolled out from behind him, clumsily landing face-first on the floor, then jumping to her feet to defend.