Post by AngelicTragedy on Jan 14, 2007 22:44:01 GMT -5
A blast of wind ripped across the empty street. News paper and stale smoke rocketed across the black top in the dead of night. Everything was quiet, but nothing was calm. Two figures stood like statues in the hallow streets and waited for the right moment to act. They both stood unflinching in the cold night air. Each breath that they took cast long clouds of steamy breath in all directions. Neither figure blinked as time passed and the wind began to die down.
The first figure was clad in a gray jumpsuit of sorts with tall boots and a black jacket. His silver hair hung in his wide gray eyes. A black tribal tattoo rested under his right eye like a sign of strength. This man seemed tense and tired. His body was limber, but tired from the pursuit of the second figure. The second shadow was quite more outspoken in his garb and attitude. He wore a crimson suit with a black shirt and tie. The man’s body was overly long and lanky. His mop of black hair was held back by a pair of tall horns that sprouted from his forehead. A wicked smile rested softly on the beings face as he faced his modestly clad opponent.
“It’s good to see that you haven’t lost your touch just yet human. I thought that I would have lost you after I pushed you in front of that truck” the horned man laughed softly.
“It’s going to take a lot more than that to get rid of me demon. One of the benefits of being immortal is that a truck hitting you won’t kill you. You should know that by now Zepar. We’ve fought how many times now over the years?” the gray clad figure snapped back.
“This will be number fifty-two, but who’s counting? You know, I should give you more credit. You did hold your own against Master Astaroth, but it’s only going to make me look better in the pit when I bring your head down on a platter.”
“Yeah, I still have the mark Astaroth gave to me, but this is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. You worked your magic on my sister and murdered her and I’ll never forgive you for that. This ends tonight. The Morning Star will shine over you this night, or my name isn’t Robert Archibald Walsh” Robert stated coldly as a bright white light appeared in his right hand.
An elaborate golden hilt formed in Roberts palm and began to extend upward. As the hilt came to an end a feathery blade extended from it. The blade rounded forward and then began to curve back into a beautiful blade. The sword shone in the darkness like a flashlight in a darkened room. This blade was once a gift from God to Lucifer before the falling of Angels. The sword itself was called the Morning Star and could only be wielded by the chosen. Robert took up a fighting stance with the sword held parallel to the ground over his head.
“Well Zepar, arm yourself or die!” Robert shouted at the top of his lungs as he lunged towards Zepar.
In a split second Zepar was run through with a look of shock on his face. Deep purple blood ran from the corners of his mouth. Robert stood holding his swords tightly in the stomach of the demon before him. Zepar gasped for breathe for a moment and grabbed the blade of the Morning Star, causing his hands to burn.
“But…You can’t attack a man who isn’t armed…How?” Zepar asked in a pained voice.
“Simple. I figured out for myself that you really aren’t human, even if you look the part. I’ll never make that mistake again. You were one of the most cunning opponents I’ve ever had, but you sure weren’t the smartest. Now here comes the part I love the most…Go to Hell!” Robert called out as he ripped the blade from Zepar, causing a blast of light to burst forth from his wounds.
Within moments Zepar was nothing but a burnt patch of concrete and Robert was left standing alone in the street. The Morning Star flashed and the purple blood that remained on the blade was gone. Robert was just in the process of sending the Morning Star back to where it came from when a hiss burst out loud from behind him. With a swift turn Robert was face to face with a group of five large demons in black armor. Each bore a giant rusted blade and a massive under bite.
“Great, an assassin squad now? This is just what I needed. Well, I guess we’ll have to play then. Wait, you guys aren’t the usual assassins that are with a Hell Duke…You seem much more powerful. Who’s here?” Robert thought out loud as a blade came down and nearly split him in half.
“Ok, no more playing around big guy!” Robert cried out as he raced forward with his blade outstreached.
OOC- It's not fantastic, but in the future Roberts story line will get better. I promise.
The first figure was clad in a gray jumpsuit of sorts with tall boots and a black jacket. His silver hair hung in his wide gray eyes. A black tribal tattoo rested under his right eye like a sign of strength. This man seemed tense and tired. His body was limber, but tired from the pursuit of the second figure. The second shadow was quite more outspoken in his garb and attitude. He wore a crimson suit with a black shirt and tie. The man’s body was overly long and lanky. His mop of black hair was held back by a pair of tall horns that sprouted from his forehead. A wicked smile rested softly on the beings face as he faced his modestly clad opponent.
“It’s good to see that you haven’t lost your touch just yet human. I thought that I would have lost you after I pushed you in front of that truck” the horned man laughed softly.
“It’s going to take a lot more than that to get rid of me demon. One of the benefits of being immortal is that a truck hitting you won’t kill you. You should know that by now Zepar. We’ve fought how many times now over the years?” the gray clad figure snapped back.
“This will be number fifty-two, but who’s counting? You know, I should give you more credit. You did hold your own against Master Astaroth, but it’s only going to make me look better in the pit when I bring your head down on a platter.”
“Yeah, I still have the mark Astaroth gave to me, but this is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. You worked your magic on my sister and murdered her and I’ll never forgive you for that. This ends tonight. The Morning Star will shine over you this night, or my name isn’t Robert Archibald Walsh” Robert stated coldly as a bright white light appeared in his right hand.
An elaborate golden hilt formed in Roberts palm and began to extend upward. As the hilt came to an end a feathery blade extended from it. The blade rounded forward and then began to curve back into a beautiful blade. The sword shone in the darkness like a flashlight in a darkened room. This blade was once a gift from God to Lucifer before the falling of Angels. The sword itself was called the Morning Star and could only be wielded by the chosen. Robert took up a fighting stance with the sword held parallel to the ground over his head.
“Well Zepar, arm yourself or die!” Robert shouted at the top of his lungs as he lunged towards Zepar.
In a split second Zepar was run through with a look of shock on his face. Deep purple blood ran from the corners of his mouth. Robert stood holding his swords tightly in the stomach of the demon before him. Zepar gasped for breathe for a moment and grabbed the blade of the Morning Star, causing his hands to burn.
“But…You can’t attack a man who isn’t armed…How?” Zepar asked in a pained voice.
“Simple. I figured out for myself that you really aren’t human, even if you look the part. I’ll never make that mistake again. You were one of the most cunning opponents I’ve ever had, but you sure weren’t the smartest. Now here comes the part I love the most…Go to Hell!” Robert called out as he ripped the blade from Zepar, causing a blast of light to burst forth from his wounds.
Within moments Zepar was nothing but a burnt patch of concrete and Robert was left standing alone in the street. The Morning Star flashed and the purple blood that remained on the blade was gone. Robert was just in the process of sending the Morning Star back to where it came from when a hiss burst out loud from behind him. With a swift turn Robert was face to face with a group of five large demons in black armor. Each bore a giant rusted blade and a massive under bite.
“Great, an assassin squad now? This is just what I needed. Well, I guess we’ll have to play then. Wait, you guys aren’t the usual assassins that are with a Hell Duke…You seem much more powerful. Who’s here?” Robert thought out loud as a blade came down and nearly split him in half.
“Ok, no more playing around big guy!” Robert cried out as he raced forward with his blade outstreached.
OOC- It's not fantastic, but in the future Roberts story line will get better. I promise.