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The Underworld
By: Raijuta Date: April 17, 2014, 5:40 pm
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Home of the Avatars of Sin in the Divine Dictators rp
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Re: The Underworld
By: Sabby Date: April 17, 2014, 6:16 pm
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Despite being undercover, in a way, Detia liked to make a real
blast when she popped in and out of Earth and the Underworld.
Being a return trip, back underground, she was even less
worried. Not like her kind needed air anyway. An explosion
rocked the small, dreary cave, rattling free rocks and dirt.
Smoke rolled out in a circle, before being sucked into a
mushroom-cloud plume. The fire-headed woman walked out of the
fading cloud with a pleased smile on her face. Shaking her red
hair free of dust, she wandered out of the cave, seemingly into
a bigger one. Her lips pursed together in a curious expression,
now not at all sure she had landed on target. Her black eyes
glanced around, trying to orient her. A begrudging sigh escaped
her lips, and she shrugged, plopping against a wall, grimacing
at the itching against her back.
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Re: The Underworld
By: Alpha Date: April 26, 2014, 3:55 pm
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Returning from the quick scouting trek into the earthen world
above, The Great Deciever walked down the dark and twisting
labyrinth-like hallways of the underworld's inner sanctum. He
squeezed through dripping doorways of massing tentacles and
blazing brimstone, as he searched for one he could tell of his
new information. Gabriel on earth; without his escort, and with
no gateway to heaven nearby. The divine creature would have to
force one open, and that would take time...
Time that the beings of sin could use for their advantage. Ilyu
marched through the narrow confines of burrowed and embedded
bedrock; snaking his way through the heated and dark territory
of his comrades in damnation. His glowing red eyes; twisting and
spiked tail, as well as his tensed and muscular wings, all
seemed to mimick the surroundings, and he was near invisible
against the backdrop of taint all around. This was his home; his
castle among the fortress that was perpetual midnight: A place
in hell where no natural or divine light had ever made contact.
Only shallow pools of lava, burning bedrock, and the occasional
rift in reality gave the place any semblance of reality, and yet
Ilyu called it home and enjoyed the distance from the light.
There were many similar locations in Hell, in the underworld,
and there were many more much brighter ones as well. Entire
cities of horrendous burning light, as well as Lucifers pit at
the very center of it all. There were rivers of lava, cooling
magma, stalagtites of black crystal, and every sort of worming
and twisting dark creature imaginable. It was no vacation home;
no place for the heretic divines, and Ilyu admired each and
every dark inch of it.
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Ilyu had given up his search for a worthy associate; not wanting
too badly to spill the beans about Gabriel and his exploits on
Earth just yet, but he had gathered more information regarding
the would be demons hiding amongtst the flocks of mortals up
above. The discarded ones; the new fallen angels who had been
banished and removed from the halls of Divinity. He learned of
one in particular; an Azriel, a former Seraph, and in his
newfound information, the great deciever played cat and mouse
mentally. He had to secure the not-so divine being and any
accomplices he had. Ilyu needed partners, needed more minions
and slaves, he needed as many as possible were he to overthrow
Lucifer and take full control over the darkness.
Ilyu had something that no other demon had; something Lucifer
sought with great lust and greed, and he would never give it up.
It was the most valuable possession any in hell could ever come
to have, and the demon of illusion wasnt about to lose it to
anyone... When Gabriel had began banishing and killing those who
doubted him; those who sought to keep the creator's original
will whole, he created something never before possible. He
created a damned seraph soul. Neither fallen, nor mortal, nor
demonic, this particular soul was perfect. Except for the single
unforgiven sin it had committed right before death.
That was the key of course; death without forgiveness, without
redemption or absolution, and for most Seraphs it was nothing
more than a matter of whispering words to their creator and
having their miniscule number of sins forgiven... This one
however; this lonely seraph soul, had been ambushed by the sin
in a moment of impeccable timing, and when Gabriels vengeance
sent it spiraling into oblivion: Normally creating a banished or
discarded one, Ilyu had caught hold of the falling divine
creature, and stole away its chances at redemption. It had; for
a single instant, been unfaithful and forgot its true purpose,
and in that moment of weakness, it had truly been lost.
No eternal rest, no second chance given, no escape on earth,
nothing but a lifetime of servitude under the clawed hands of a
greater demonic beast. This seraph soul would grant Ilyu what no
others had ever before had. It granted him a glimpse into the
eternal divine essence, and it would allow him entrance into
heaven... Even if just once... Ilyu planned on using the
misplaced soul for purposes beyond evil, and before Gabriel
could stop him with a righteous hand, there would be more death
and despair in the halls of heaven than ever before.
Ilyu just had to wait... and learn more about those who could be
turned and invited into darkness. The discarded ones were
gathering, communing, speaking with devils and angels alike.
Ilyu had to get in on the bargaining and the discussions. He had
to gather strength if he were to rebel against heaven, earth,
and his underworld home all at once.
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Taking a page from his "father's" book, Ilyu quickly devised a
plan of action that would re-route many of the discarded ones to
his cause, and before any of the other little implings and
fleeting husks of demonic nature could obscure his goal or
spread their treacherous knowledge of him about, he made his way
for the nearest portal to the surface. He could ordinarily
transcend through the darkness and rise to meet the earth of his
own accord, but if his plan were to succeed, Ilyu would need to
appear as meager and weak as possible. He would need to convince
even the darkness of his weak and decrepit state... No easy task
to say the least...
Ilyu would force the world above to see him as he wanted; as he
needed, and he would utilize Lucifer's greatest trick to decieve
them into believing he held no power at all. He would convince
eternity itself that he were but a footnote, and all above and
below the earthen realm would quickly forget his existence.
Dissappear like smoke, fade into obscurity, take up arms
alongside the fallen: Against their tyrannical leader Gabriel,
and slowly draw them into believing his goals matched their
own... Such was his plan, his plot, his ploy.. and so he would
make it come to pass.
His footsteps fell at first like thunderous thuds against
bedrock and hardened ash, but before too long, they were but
dull ticks against the ominous and foreboding background noise
of the underworld. As he moved he began to change; inch by inch,
foot by foot at first, until he stood before the portal to the
surface, as a winged demon with but the slightest bit of black
feathers clinging to his decaying set of wings. He would be as
they too would be someday; a fallen who had nearly lost all
hope, all will, all divine essence. Of course it was fake, but
to any but Gabriel and Lucifer, Ilyu's powers of deception and
illusion were absolute. So long as either leader did not seek
him out personally, he stood a chance.
So with a faint smile; elongating a mouth full of glistening
white teeth, the great deciever took one final step into the
rift between worlds, and vanished from the holds of darkness.
Onward to Earth, where his plan would begin to unfold upon the
population of fallen hiding and waiting.
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Re: The Underworld
By: Don Date: April 28, 2014, 11:04 pm
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Death could be, but a dream to enter. Oneself could endure the
pain, or let their eyelids fall. Without breathe, there is no
smog that clogs the brain. Without smell, there is no odor to
disgust the stomach. Without Taste, their is no dissatisfaction.
Without touch, there is no pain. Without feelings, there is no
heart break. So why try to stay alive? Why try to fight and
prolong the end? Why try to stay in the light when one will
become part of darkness? The answer is very simple to the
question of life, and that is Death. When one dies all they can
think of is nothing. In death, one can find themselves at peace,
and for once no one is saying 'no'. Why not die instead of live?
Why not choose your own death? Why not fall asleep to enter into
the perfect dream world. Well I am your answer young ones. I am
the one who can set you free. All you need is your own two
hands, and a rope. It take's a simple knot, a simple branch, and
a simple jump. With these small steps one could be jumping into
their dream world at a sprinting pace. Why not take a leap of
faith, and join me in this simple bliss known as Death?
The Sandman had gone by many forms, many names, and many tales,
however he was known as Suicide in Hell. His name didn't matter
to the demons, nor the devils, nor other avatars. His name was
forgotten when he himself decided to take his own life. As a
human, he never once was wrote of. The Sandman had no history,
no life, no reason to live, and yet he flourished when he
entered the fiery gates of hell. Suicide had never been done, so
the lord of the Underworld gave him a new status. An Avatar of
sin, the perfect sin in 'The Sandman's' eye's. The sin of taking
one's own life. Self-Murder, cheating death by taking it for
yourself. He had no problems entering earth and giving the ideas
to many people. He quite enjoyed the innovative ways he could
have people destroy themselves.
The Sandman had a title of worth, and a power over many humans,
young and old alike. Depression was his powerful aura, as well
as hope in dreams. He had no need to cause nightmares, however
he like to tantalize his victims in the dream world. His sand
would allow him to implant certain feelings in his prey with
ease. This power allowed The sandman to penetrate the dreams of
his food source, and cause them to want death to stay in dream
state. His power grew rather quickly over humans for they had to
rest. During war times he seemed to be able to grow in power
tremendously. During peace times, he would pluck off individuals
slowly. His power never ceasing, his motives never changing. He
only thrived to expand his 'sand' over the whole human race.
In terms of sheer power among the Demons, He was considered both
Strong and weak. His strengths were that he could be anything
who saw him paradise. His weakness was, once they knew he was
the Sandman, his human form would appear before the victim.
Lower Demon's feared one thing only about the sandman, and that
was his eyes. Sandman's eyes were endless pools of darkness.
Once a creature looked into his eyes, they would begin to
starve, stop breathing, and then just die off on their own will.
On other Avatars, and greater the common creatures, his eyes
were mere Darkness.
The last and Final thing about Sandman was his dark aura. Anyone
with any form of feelings could feel his dark depressive flow.
His energy seemed to feed the darkness around him, and grow more
woeful. The bringer of Sadness had truly found his form in The
Sandman, and every Moment, he would only grow darker in his own
being.
"I wonder..................has anyone needed me today. Has
anyone thought of me today. Maybe........Just Maybe.........I
might get a feast of souls for my sand.......... The Desert
always seems to be growing. I think it is time ...........
Yes.... Time to visit the other Avatars........... See what
purpose I must serve........... I hope my darkness is
needed......... Dreams must be had........... And souls must
fill my stomach...."
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Re: The Underworld
By: Adrani Date: May 2, 2014, 6:44 pm
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His skin match the color of his eyes , black. An paradox of
madness and broken nightmares that played around freely in the
depts of his untamed mind . An smile of an soul that broke years
ago and was placed together with the sins of other morals who
had been dissected and expose of . An crooked smile stain with
desire of more to feast on made his breath smelled like
brimstone . His desire of lust was the reason he was placed in
the pit or darkness with no light allowed to touch his ebony
skin again .. Arion 66 ,The name he was known on earth for the
number of women he pleasure and the same number of women he
killed .
There was an rumor that if an women could seek pleasure from an
man or woman all she would need was and coin ,and with that coin
she would have to write 66 on the back end of the coin . Then
finally she would have to rehears these "Arion 66 .....Arion 66,
Man nor women can tama this body of mine , please show me
pleasure no man has ever done . Arion would appear on earth for
an sort time and entertain his victim . If her body was to
tainted she would be engulf in blue blames and placed below
where other sinners like him would have there way with her. When
she was pleasure her addiction would grow more and more until
Arion wouldn't show up from the summon . Then most likely she
would either take her life or grow mad with lust .
With the death of the Creator more work started to come his way
. More sinners started to fill up this once hollow region then
expected ,Even Fallen started to arrive and that was an rare
situation in it's self . Gabriel wasn't as forgiven as the
creator which played in Lucifer's favor. The tides where
shifting , there wasn't an three way share no more. One side was
getting the upper hand and if Arion had anything to do with it
he knew what side he wanted to win .
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Re: The Underworld
By: iDestroyer Date: May 2, 2014, 7:36 pm
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Just trying to help, Arion please read and check out my
suggestions XD
[quote author=Arion link=topic=1856.msg364139#msg364139
date=1399074270]
His skin match the color of his eyes (His skin MATCHED the color
of his eyes), black. An paradox (A paradox) of madness and
broken nightmares that played around freely in the depts
(depths)of his untamed mind . An smile of an soul ( A smile of
a soul) that broke years ago and was placed together with the
sins of other morals (mortals) who had been dissected and expose
of (disposed of). An crooked smile (A crooked smile) stain
(stained) with (THE) desire of more to feast on made his breath
smelled like (smell like) brimstone . His desire of lust His
desire, and lust) was the reason he was placed in the pit or
(of) darkness with no light allowed to touch his ebony skin
again .. Arion 66 ,The name he was known (by) on earth(,) for
the number of women he pleasure (pleasured) and the same number
of women he killed .
[/quote]
BOLD - Error
(parenthesis)- Solution
I helped with paragraph one, messaged you, and maybe you will
take my suggestions and the help. . . maybe
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Re: The Underworld
By: Adrani Date: May 3, 2014, 4:17 am
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Gabriel, I'm going to have to edit it later, I have drill with
the army this weekend .
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Re: The Underworld
By: kittens go meow Date: May 4, 2014, 9:13 am
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There's a darkness in everyone but Scarlett believes she is the
most evil; her heart is filled with hatred and disgust, Her only
reason of existing is to destroy all that is holy and all that
is righteous, And for the earth to be ruled by the ebony hearts
of the damned. The few sins she has ever been condemned of is
Wrath, lust and pride.
Her hair is Black and brown, it is shoulder length and very
beautiful. Her eyes have a wicked look to them they seem to be a
pleasant mixture of yellow and black (Mostly yellow). Her body
type is very lengthy, her breasts are very full as is the curve
and roundness of her ass.
The most frightening thing you will see scarlett do is her
fearsome abilities which include: The power to overwhelm
someone's mind with voices, The ability to increase blood
temperature to a boiling point, The ability to have extremely
advanced senses, An advanced form of Levitation, The ability to
control a shield of great amount of concentrated force.
((I have never played a demon before but i have based her around
myself only evil))
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