Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » The Fight Between Good And Evil-Angels And Demons.

(My first rp here so I hope I'm doing this right.I'll put the start of the rp below this post.)

Violet paces her bedroom,deep in thought.Her son Brevin observes her silently from his place leaning against the wall."It's really going to happen,isn't it?" he says.Violet walks over to the window and looks out.High in the castle of Heaven,her view stretched over the vast kingdom where the angels were going about their daily lives.She watched as they walked by the castle on the white stone pathways,past the grand fountain where children were throwing coins and making wishes."Yes,it's happening...and quite soon."She felt a sinking feeling deep in her stomach."I just hope we're strong enough to withstand the threat..." Something catches her eye down below."Oh look.It's one of the messenger angels.Wonder what he's up to..."

Eliya's swift wings carried him quickly from one end of the heavenly kingdom before eventually bringing him to the doorstep of the goddess Violet.

The little angel tapped at the glass. "Lady Violet," he called. "Eliya of the 9th Order here on behalf of the Archangel Michael to make an account of the Heavenly forces. Do you mind if I ask you about the kinds of forced at your disposal? I can always return later, as I am on a schedule today."

"No that's alright Eliya,I can answer your question now.My forces consist of around 10,000 angels,8,000 angel/human hybrids,and 5,000 humans.And I'm recruiting more everyday." She glances at Brevin. "Oh,and 1 angel/demon hybrid."

In the depths of burning hell lies a blacksmith working specifically to no one but himself. Crafting blades that are considered adequate or probable poor but there is a chance of powerful weapons being created. However due to his nature he doesn't go far into it. Living by himself, he lives a quiet life despite the war goes on.

Alkilai sat quietly at the bar at a local Inn, he lazily looked at his glass of soda, having some trouble keeping his eyes open due to his lack of sleep the past couple of nights. The boy was plagued with terrible nightmares, of demons and angels waging war, and humans getting caught in the crossfire, as is normally the case with the conflicts of Heaven and Hell. Once he had finished his drink, he placed some money on the table and left, walking the streets of the city with his hood up to make himself scarce. However, not five minutes after leaving the Inn, he was stopped when a bright light emanated from an alleyway that he was passing; he stopped in his tracks and peaked into it, and out of a glowing yellow portal came a short man in clean white attire, two short, white wings sticking out of his back and his arms crossed as he floated in the air. The creature glared at Alkilai, a look of contempt that he knew well, one that he returned with interest.

"I figured you'd show up eventually." Alkilai said.

"You have been ignoring our summonses, and so I was given the unfortunate duty of coming to you personally." The messenger angel replied rudely (It's not Eliya). "Heaven's forces are gathering, you and the rest of your kind were to report to your nearest clergy to await further orders." He continued, acting as a superior would to an underling, it made Alkilai's blood boil.

"Forget it, I'm done with all that clergy crap, Heaven hasn't done squat for me, so why should I have to risk my life fighting your battles?" Alkilai retorted bitterly before walking away. The truth was Alkilai wasn't a normal human by any means, he was a Nephilim, a hybrid born from a human father and angelic mother; while Alkilai wasn't a unique creature, he was a notable for being divine on his maternal side, as most Nephilim were the product of a one night stand between a horny male angel and some unsuspecting human woman. Additionally, his mother was an Archangel, making him exceptionally powerful among the Nephilim, not that it garnered him any more respect, he was still treated like an abomination, a mistake that shouldn't even exist, but a convenient tool if nothing else. Alkilai hated being treated like that, so he left his training to become a Clergy Knight and tried his best to keep angels out of his business, evidently that was more difficult then he had thought. After taking not even two steps, the angel reappeared in front of him, glaring at him.

"I repeat, you are to report to the Clergy and await further orders from Heaven, understand?"

"Perfectly, I just don't care." Alkilai shot back before walking past him.

"...Fine, ignore your duty as a servant of Heaven, but know this, like or not the Demons are coming..." Alkilai stopped at his line, just hearing the word Demon made his skin crawl, his Angelic heritage at work. If there was one thing Alkilai hated more then Angels, it was Demons, they were cruel just for the fun of it, caused pain and suffering just to prove their power, and so the one good thing that came from his Angelic power was that killing them was much, much easier. "...If you consider yourself morally sound, would you truly just stand idly by as they invade your world and turn it to ruin?" The angel questioned, making Alkilai ball his fist in frustration.

"...Fine, but I don't take orders from you, got that?" Alkilai said, finally stomping away as the Angel let out a smug smirk and disappeared.

He is sitting inside a maid cafe. On his table is a coffee cup with cream carved into something cute. A cake on the side with cute decorations as well. He is reading a book, a rather small thing but one that seems to go on forever. A stranger on Earth but a well known famous person among the other world. Heaven and Hell. They want him dead. Gone and dead because he shouldn't exist. But for whatever reason he is too powerful, no one dares to challenge him. Those who did fell quickly as quick as they to kill him on sight. He is known for many names. The Black Bird, The Dealer, Black, and others. For those who reside in Hell knows a person named Vesperia, the judge of a high court, who has a deep hatred in him. For those who reside in Heaven, Aeries has a deep grudge against him. He sips his coffee, all calm knowing full well that there is a war waging between demons and angels but that is really not his problem. Dressed in a blue vest, a white dress shirt, dress pants, and leather shoes. Business casual. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He also wears glasses.

(English is not my native language so there may appear misspellings. Sorry.)

Kalifer can find both pros and cons of heaven and hell conflicts that will soon play out on the earth where the humans live. It's also among these humans, Kalifer have lived for decades. In ond hand the other demons will be too busy fighting God's ... 'dogs', then the angels will be just another predator, Kalifer should fear. Oh poor him to be caught in the middle of a war in which he can not accomplish anything anyway. What unfair life. He's extremely good to feel sorry for himself and do not let a chance to whine, slip past.

The pool of blood has gradually spread on the fine wooden floor and one wall has also been colored with the beautiful red color, which drops slide towards the floor to become part of the pool of blood. Above all the blood lays an older gentleman on his stomach and with a primitive gun in his hand. The office is large and exudes great status, wealth and power to reflect its master. That master who now lie on the floor while Kalifer have settled down in the soft chair befind the desk.

"Oh ~ What a boring day. He could at least have given me a little more resistance. Hm, I guess, that his mind was already broken before I arrived. Am I right Mr. Gribbs, you pathetic human?"

Kalifer smiled arrogant in the direction of the dead man, right before he leans back in the big chair, turns half and could now see the city, through the large windows.

Vivika was gracefully sitting upon her black throne while reading the latest edition of the Necronomicon and enjoying a freshly brewed cup of hot white coco. She had finally been able to rest and relax after a long and difficult week of reaping and destroying evil. Although, currently unbeknownst to her a war was brewing between the forces of Heaven and Tartarus/Hell and the inevitable conflict would drag both her and the entire Under-realm to war as well.

Vivika eventually stopped reading and was reaching for her white coco and as she brought the cup of white coco to her lips to drink, a ghostly messenger rushed into her chambers, bursting through the double doors thus surprising Vivika and causing her to spill her white coco all over her dress. Extremely annoyed, the now irritated Vivika snapped her fingers, making the book vanish into a purple flame and the spilled white coco on her dress to vanish into nothingness. She looked to the ghostly messenger.

"Your interruption best be of the utmost importance lest ye desire to dwell within the chamber of darkness for eternity."

The Ghostly messenger fearfully and nervously looked upon Vivika, trembling before her. With shaking hands, the messenger handed Vivika a letter. Vivika looked curiously at the letter. "Hmm...what is this?" She said as she took the letter from the messengers hands. She then opened it and the letter floated out from the cover and unfurled in front of Vivika on its own. The letter was a message from Heaven, speaking of the impending conflict between good and evil and that The service of the Under-realm is required.

Vivika suddenly grew less annoyed and more worried, forgetting about what the Messenger had accidentally done to her. She turned around and floated to her balcony, looking down upon the now quiet and calm under-realm, knowing that this conflict would also drag The living realm into this conflict as well. She knew that the amount of lives lost would be tremendous. She dismissed the messenger and read more from the letter. There would be another messenger, an angelic one to Visit the Under-realm and when that messenger arrived, it would be time for the forces of the Under-realm to join the coming war.

(OOC knowledge: The Under-realm {according to Vivika's lore} is a realm separate from Heaven, Hell and Earth and is the host for the spirits and the undead. Officially, the Under-realm is allied with Heaven and it's Glorious Host and will fight for and with him against all evil.)

(OOC: Hopefully, I am alright in posting this. If not, kindly let me know and I will delete this.)

Violet watches as Eliya flies away to continue his important messenger business.She turns away from the window and a pain suddenly stabs her in the head.She gasps and her vision goes dark.When it returns,she finds herself looking at a scene out of Hell-literally.Thousands upon thousands of demons were lined up in battle formation,dressed in armor and wielding weapons of mass destruction-swords,battle axes,and pitchforks to name a few.Standing atop a massive black stone putting him at ample height to address the crowd was the demon's leader,Rowan.The flickering light from the river of fire glittered in his dark eyes,making him look even more malicious.

"The time has come,my fellow comrades!" his commanding voice echoed."For countless years we have been oppressed to this land of nightmares,but no more! Today is the day we reclaim what is rightfully ours from those sickening angels! We shall charge the gates of Heaven and slaughter all those who oppose us! Once goodness has been eradicated,evil may run rampant on earth and the minds and souls of the mortals will be ours! We will be unstoppable,and the only mercy we will show is the sweet promise of death.And it begins...NOW!!!"

The demons let out a collective roar and start marching,brandishing their weapons for show and looking almost gleeful with anticipation at the coming bloodshed.Rowan smiles,the fire light casting a deep shadow across his face.He summons his flaming pitchfork and transforms into a shadow,disappearing from view.

Violet jerks violently as the vision releases her.She opens her eyes and finds herself laying on the floor.Brevin is kneeling beside her,looking concerned.

"Mother,are you alright? What did you see?"

Violet sits up,her whole body trembling at what she had just seen,but she forces herself to speak.

"They're coming Brevin,they're coming now! Go,warn the kingdom as quickly as you can! Time is of the essence."

Brevin looks momentarily shocked,but then his gaze hardens.He nods wordlessly and rushes out of the room.Outside he sprints through the kingdom,repeating at the top of his lungs:

"The Hellions are coming!! Spread the word,drop what you're doing and take up arms!! The time to defend is now!!"

Every where he is heard,and the angels gather their weapons and tell others and prepare themselves.Brevin runs,still shouting warnings,all the while trying to keep the fear from paralyzing his heart.This threat was very real,but the angels would not fail,they couldn't...too much was at stake.

Eliya was nowhere near the heavenly kingdom by this point, for he had one more stop to make:

The Underworld Kingdom, ruled by the One for Whom the Bell Tolls, Vivika.

He never liked it down there. The stagnant air of death was staggering to one so accustomed to the light, but he had great respect for this land's ruler. True, she had been human once, but that did not diminish her power as one of the most recently appointed generals of heaven.

Walls were nothing to Eliya, though this day it would seem that he had been expected. In a pop of yellow light, the little messenger appeared before the great dark one.

"Greetings, oh anointed one," he began. "I come from heaven to take a census of your forced for the upcoming conflict for the Archangel Michael. May we count on you and your legions to fight for us this day?"

In the throne room of an unknown location sits a young girl on the throne. To her side is Aeron, the fallen angel book keeper, and Lana, an angel and one of the captains. Around the room are stationed with angels, demons, and fallen angels of the like. The door opens and there walks down Azael, an angel and one of the captains. Azael knees down and says,
"Mi-lady, the demon army has risen up again. They plan to assault heaven soon. The angels are already mobilizing in return."
She crosses her legs again, slightly annoyed rather than disturbed or anything else.
"Despite we are the high order....we will not intervene. I know you among have acquaintances in your homelands but you have pledged you to me. More importantly we do not have authorities in this matter. That said I could end this conflict easily." She gives a smile "After all we are non-existent except to a few... However, I'm curious what actions will my little pet will take in this little matter..."

Night time on Earth, Talon is still in the maid cafe. Seemingly pleased by the service of the maids, he still stay for the food. The people there knows he is a regular but nobody knows much information on him. The bell on the door rings as a person dressed in black walks in. He walks past the desk and sits in front of him. Talon looks up from his book and says, "Do you want anything Shados?". Shados puts his hat down, "I would love something but I'm in a hurry..." He slides an envelope across and stands up again. "I have to warn the others." Talon nods slowly, "Take care." Shados heads out afterwards in a hurry.

The sight over the city starts to bore him, despite that he takes himself falling into his own thoughts. The war could turn out to be a problem, because even if he does not care who wins, he can only hope that it will not affect humanity too much. If there are no humans left, he would be more or less unemployed. Kalifer reaches for the teacup on the desk, sipping on tea, but is quickly disgusted by the taste. It has become cold since it was served for the man.
He gets up from the chair, let's the teacup slip out of his hand and the sound of smashed porcelain, makes him snort.
"Disgusting tea, tsk."
Kalifer grabs his faithful companion, his walking stick and leaves the office, which has now become a crime scene.

Alkilai begrudgingly made his way to the nearest church, not even ten feet away and he could hear the Clergymen singing, praying, whatever it was they were doing as he approached. He stopped at the front gate, glaring at the words written in obscure latin that no doubt conveyed some ego stroking message to God. He sighed before effortlessly pushing the door open, the loud, unobstructed singing bombarding his ears as it bounced off the walls. He took a moment to look at all in attendance, there was of course the clergymen, decked out in the typical, white robes vigorously singing their prayers at the very head of the room. To the right of them were a small battalion of Clergy Knights, to anyone else they would've looked like any other seasoned warrior, but Alkilai could tell that they two were Nephilim, no doubt part of the forces that the Angel had mentioned. Finally, and what really caught Alkilai's attention, were the few other Nephilim that were scattered around the rest of the room, some were like him, gruff travelers with dirty and torn clothes that seemed like they'd rather be anywhere else, others looked a little more... innocent for lack of a better term, like the had only recently learned of their Angelic heritage and were either just happy to do their part or scared to death. Before Alkilai could do anything, one of the Clergy Knights left his ranks and walked up to him.

"Greetings brother, we were awaiting your arrival." The Nephilim said with a slight bow, if anything out of politeness.

"You were?" Alkilai said with genuine surprise. "What, did that cupid reject announce my arrival so you can chastise me for being late?"

"Not exactly," Alkilai heard from the other side of the room. He looked over and saw two Nephilim playing chess, the one who spoke was a young man, close to his age, that looked like a real vagabond, clothes withered and dirty, face unshaven, probably carrying all of his possessions on his person, and probably the most laid back person in the room. "We all sensed you the moment you entered town, almost mistook you for one of the winged bastards themselves." He said with a smirk before he moved one of his pieces. That made sense, Nephilim were able to sense their own kind to a certain degree, he himself actually sensed the gathering the moment her set foot in town.

"Hold you tongue cretan, how dare you speak of the Heavenly Host in such a way?" The Clergy Knight replied indignantly, making Alkilai role his eyes.

"I just call 'em like a see 'em." The Nephilim replied with a shrug. "So new guy, what exactly are you packing, I myself am the bastard son of a Seraph, how about you?" He asked nonchalantly, Alkilai had to admit that he was surprised, he actually hadn't had much interaction with his kind before, he figured that would be a touchy subject, or one that many didn't know the answer too, but he said it so naturally that it made it sound like a typical icebreaker.

"...Archangel." Alkilai replied, gaining surprised looks and whispers from the rest of the Nephilim. The Vagabond whistled.

"Big shot huh, well I guess we can count on you to carry the rest of us huh?" He said jokingly.

"...And what exactly are we going to be doing?" Alkilai asked.

"We are currently awaiting orders, but there have been subtle disturbances at the Hell Gates these passed few days, and if they keep going at the rate they are... for the moment we are to just wait for instruction from Heaven, feel free to prepare however you see fit. The Knight explained before returning to his ranks. Alkilai turned over to the rest of the Nephilim, the vagabond setting up for another game, having defeated his opponent.

"You wanna give it shot New Guy?" He asked.

"...Sure, why not."

With Eliya's arrival Vivika grew more and more serious, nearly penetrating the air with the sheer intensity emanating from her for she knew that this war was going to be long and harsh. She motioned for Eilya to follow her as she floated to the balcony overlooking the under-realm. She raised her right arm and then her left, causing every funeral bell within the Under-realm to knell simultaneously and loudly. Loudly enough to wake the dead or so it would seem.

The Ground started to shake as thousands upon thousands of spiritual wisps flew up from the ground and around the tower. It seemed as if the spirits of the dead were all gravitating to the large black spire where Vivika was. The Spirits started to swirl around the tower nearly blinding Vivika's view. Yet Vivika was smiling and laughing triumphantly. Vivika then motioned her right hand and gestured the spirits to go back into the ground. The bone chilling, skin crawling howling, moaning and groaning of the spirits could be heard throughout the entire Under-realm as they were rapidly descending into the ground once again. As the spirits went into the ground, a gravestone would arise in its place and out from those thousands of gravestones came a The Undead and fully formed spirits, all with weapons and armor. Their eyes were glowing cyan to signify that they were completely under Vivika's control. After each of the gravestones brought fourth their beings, the ground stopped shaking and the Formed Spirits and Undead stood in formation.

To the distant east could be heard the marching of a million footsteps and with closer observation the marching of a million footsteps was in fact, an army of Vampires loyal to God and his kingdom. With shining armor and weapons, the army arrived and also stood in formation in front of Vivika. Then came the howling of wolves from the small patch of dead forest in the west. It was the howling of a million werewolves, also loyal to God and his kingdom. They too stood in formation in front of Vivika.

Vivika was laughing triumphantly and proudly at the army that was below her. She then looked to Eliya, and spoke.

"The Under-realm is ready to serve our Heavenly Father at any cost. The enemy and his forces of evil will lay in their own waste once the forces of Heaven obliterate them. We indeed will fight on the side of our Heavenly Father and will give the enemy no quarter. All Glory be to God." Vivka then tones herself down a bit to explain the total number of soldiers under her command to Eliya.

Vivika and her army would soon march against the army of Demons and she relished the opportunity to destroy the wicked.

(Is there a specific order here?)

(( Let's just hope this is not dead. Order is Bree,Eliya,robinrose,Alkilai,FluffyPuff,and Vivika. So maybe at the end or somewhere...

(Okay, thanks)

A figure, pulling the hood down, enters the blacksmith in hell. "Shados? What is it?" Edith stands aside the anvil and start wiping his hands. "The demon army is mobilizing. Do you think Sienna would be up for the job assassination?" Edith replies, "Always, just give the target and the person will disappear. Demon or angel alike. She's at town hall as usual." Shados puts his hood up and heads to the town hall.