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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.
       [center]_________________________[/center]
       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.
       [center]_________________________[/center]
       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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