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There has never been true peace between the angels and the demons. But all of this time there has never been bloodshed between the two. Then a demon travels to earth with orders from his master to kill the most religious figure on earth. This man was also the voice of god. The gods found out about this plan and sent their best warrior to protect the man. After several days of battling both the angel and the demon were killed. The religious figure was also killed in the battle. Both sides blame the other for this catastrophe. Angry, they declare war on the other race. So, a horrible battle begins on Earth. As things heat up the two enemies turn to earth as their battlefield. Earth then becomes nothing but a place of death and the human race is near extinction. Those that didn't die in the battle are forced to choose sides and are put against demons and angels in what will probably be their eternal downfall. Will the war ever end? And if it shall, how will the human race rebuild the place they once knew of peace and love. Welcome to The Gates Of Hell the board is new and we ask that you be patient while it grows. |
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Rise and Fall| Abaddon |
Posted: Aug 1 2006, 06:07 AM
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 Group: Elder god Posts: 5 Member No.: 32 Joined: 17-July 06  |
Cursed...
Sealed... It's been so long... In the dark. Alone. The abyss... No longer. I'm... Free... ... It's time to reclaim my world. ___________________________________ Only moments ago, not far from the abandonned runways, some blast of unknown origin had materialized. The shock hit the town of Cradler hard, especially at the Aimport. The com. tower had fallen, runways turned to rubble, jets thrown around like bits of paper. Even the terminal had barely remained standing. And now, not even a mile away from the place, a great crater had come into existance. It reached so deep, that no light could touch the bottom. Also, a strange force emanated from the area, and rubble floated in the air above it. And there, suspended among the tattered pieces of earth, there he was. Abaddon. The fallen Angel of Legend, The Destroyer, The Angel of the Abyss. He had risen again. Wings spread wide, long hair hanging over his face, head drooped, he floated there. For some time, that was all he did. Gradually, he began to stir, regaining conciousness. Slowly, he raised his head, looking at the world around him. How pathetic, he thought to himself. My world has been reduced to this? There is much work to be done. Now that I am free... Free. How sweet it is, to have finally awaken after so long. Too much time was spent locked away beneath the earth... But I have returned... Once again, the world will burn in my name. A small grin came across his face. He was finally back. Now, he had only to decide, where to begin his 'reign of terror', so to speak. Looking about, his eyes landed on the Mall. He could sense spiritual forces there. Angel, or Demons. It didn't matter, he cared not. He would slay anyone who dared to stand against him. Scanning the windows, he noticed a figure in one of them. A young man, on his back, starring up at him. A strange aura surrounded this one. Interesting. He began to slowly float forward, his empty eyes locking with those of the young one in the window. After a moment, his grin grew. That was where he would begin. This young man, and whoever else might be there, would provide a fine welcoming party. And maybe they would last a few minutes too. His wings propelled him forward. He had returned. |
 
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