Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
2 indulgence points to whoever guesses the source of the water. Except for das, as he's an angel and knows everything. 
Apocalypse NES
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~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
OOC: I'm gonna still play as the Panama Convention, but all my stories will be in first person.
Crowds of people pushed to gain entrance into the club, shoving each other back and forth. The Twelve Strikes Club was one of the most popular clubs in Detroit. It supported around-the-clock parties and dances, mostly raves. The building was converted from an old gothic church, with black spires reaching to the sky. Laser lights strobed the party, lights shooting through a thin layer of gray mist. People were rubbing together as if one gigantic blob of cytoplasm, with thousands of arms moving together.
The club was crowded, with people stacked everywhere. People were standing four to a space, dancing on top of cages, and jammed packed into the few booths stationed on the two floors. Except for the laser lights the club was doused in black light.
The booths were made from blood red plastic, lightweight and bolted down to the floor. In the right-hand corner of the second floor stood an exceptional booth. Exceptional since I was in it, of course. The side of the booth that I was in was cramped with two other people shoved in it. The one directly to my right was a girl, short violet hair moving with her head. By the way she was laughing and bobbing her head up and down with the music she was hammered. To her right was a boy, brown hair crew cut, laughing at a girl across from him. Directly across from me sat an older boy, with longer black hair than me. A delirious smile plastered on his face indicated that he too was drunk. Lastly beside him sat another girl, long blond hair hanging down her back in a ponytail.
“Ohhhh! I love this song!” The girl to my right giggled, singing along with the rave music badly. The crowd around me broke out into drunken laughter. “Oh hush!” She giggled, moving to slap her hand down on the table but stopping before she did. She stared at her hand, twisting it the dance lights.
“Can I get y’all sometin else?” A waitress asked, talking with a slight southern accent.
“Another round!” I cheered, pumping my fist into the air. Another round of cheers went up , except for the girl on the most extreme end.
“Na, we gotta be going now.” She said, her voice matching the waitress. “C’mon y’all.”
“Noooooooo!” The boy across from her whined, but still grabbing his jacket from the back of the booth.
“See-ya Cole.” The guy across form me said, moving out of the booth with the girl to his right. The girl to my left tried to say something, but she couldn’t even get out of the booth by herself. She was helped out of the club by the rest of the group.
“See y’all.” I called out to the departing group. “……..What the hell, bring on those drinks!” I cheerfully called to the waitress.
I stirred and tossed in my sleep. Sounds outside woke me from what little sleep I had been able to get that night. I wasn’t able to get much sleep since I left the club, and to beat that I still had the damn hangover. Sounds had been occurring outside for some hours now, ranging from yells to bells. Now, however, in the last hour the sounds outside had increased in tempo and velocity.
Damn parade or something. I remembered thinking a while later. Must be the window I groaned, cursing myself for not shutting it earlier. So with a sigh I got up and moved over to the window to slam it shut. The sight took my breath away.
The world was literally burning in front of my eyes. Buildings burned with a fiery light, sending vials of flames shooting to the sky and plumes of smoke rocketing across the sky. Short, red imps with forked tails ran the streets. Pausing here and there they would attack any human around and generally just cause damage: uprooting trees, turning cars over, and breaking windows. Then there were the demons; taller blacker creatures that would drop any human upon sigh. And finally there were the Jinn, human like creatures made from fire that would torch any building not already done so.
The hangover disappeared quickly as I gazed at the sight. A new sound echoed directly behind me. I whirled around to find one of the short red imps staring right at me, cocking it’s head as if in wonder. Its hands were behind its back. Neither of us moved, just staring at the other for a few moments. Suddenly a smile broke out on the imp’s face and it brought its hands around front, suddenly carrying a revolver.
Oh shi- I moaned mentally. It waved by with one hand, cocking the gun with the other. I snapped into motion quickly, slamming my foot into a end table that stood between us. The table flew from the impact and smashed into the head of the small imp, sending it flying into the blue wall. I sprinted across the room and smacked my foot into the table again, driving the table into imp again. The imp lay unconscious, the gun falling out of its limp hand. I seized the gun up out of the floor and ran out the door and down the steps and through the door.
Holy sh- I moaned again, as the sight only got worse. Where the imps, demons, and Jinn had once numbered less than the people, the numbers were quickly evening out.
A fiery Jinn gazed around, smiling as it spotted me. It stretched its arms, cracking the fiery bones. It had what appeared to be a skeleton surrounded by burning red fires. It brought its hands together with a smile and a jet of fire exploded from them.
HOLY SHI- I screamed mentally, roughly throwing myself onto the ground. The flames flew over my head, burning some loose strands on my head. The Jinni cursed in a foreign tongue and tried again. I rolled out of the way as the flames exploded beside me. The Jinni cursed once more and aimed at a car this time, exploding it and sending a wall of fire my way.
“Ahhh!” I screamed as the wall flew at me. I jumped/ flew behind a metal mailbox and it suffered most of the heat. Still the back of my shirt was scorched. I sweated for a moment, awaiting the next fiery onslaught. Lucky for me however was that the Jinni had marked me for dead and moved on.
I grabbed my keys and quickly dove into the old car, starting it within a minute after diving in. Then I got the hell out of dodge.
Prologue: Dancing into Hell
-Twelve Strikes Club, Detroit some two hours after twelve. Crowds of people pushed to gain entrance into the club, shoving each other back and forth. The Twelve Strikes Club was one of the most popular clubs in Detroit. It supported around-the-clock parties and dances, mostly raves. The building was converted from an old gothic church, with black spires reaching to the sky. Laser lights strobed the party, lights shooting through a thin layer of gray mist. People were rubbing together as if one gigantic blob of cytoplasm, with thousands of arms moving together.
The club was crowded, with people stacked everywhere. People were standing four to a space, dancing on top of cages, and jammed packed into the few booths stationed on the two floors. Except for the laser lights the club was doused in black light.
The booths were made from blood red plastic, lightweight and bolted down to the floor. In the right-hand corner of the second floor stood an exceptional booth. Exceptional since I was in it, of course. The side of the booth that I was in was cramped with two other people shoved in it. The one directly to my right was a girl, short violet hair moving with her head. By the way she was laughing and bobbing her head up and down with the music she was hammered. To her right was a boy, brown hair crew cut, laughing at a girl across from him. Directly across from me sat an older boy, with longer black hair than me. A delirious smile plastered on his face indicated that he too was drunk. Lastly beside him sat another girl, long blond hair hanging down her back in a ponytail.
“Ohhhh! I love this song!” The girl to my right giggled, singing along with the rave music badly. The crowd around me broke out into drunken laughter. “Oh hush!” She giggled, moving to slap her hand down on the table but stopping before she did. She stared at her hand, twisting it the dance lights.
“Can I get y’all sometin else?” A waitress asked, talking with a slight southern accent.
“Another round!” I cheered, pumping my fist into the air. Another round of cheers went up , except for the girl on the most extreme end.
“Na, we gotta be going now.” She said, her voice matching the waitress. “C’mon y’all.”
“Noooooooo!” The boy across from her whined, but still grabbing his jacket from the back of the booth.
“See-ya Cole.” The guy across form me said, moving out of the booth with the girl to his right. The girl to my left tried to say something, but she couldn’t even get out of the booth by herself. She was helped out of the club by the rest of the group.
“See y’all.” I called out to the departing group. “……..What the hell, bring on those drinks!” I cheerfully called to the waitress.
I stirred and tossed in my sleep. Sounds outside woke me from what little sleep I had been able to get that night. I wasn’t able to get much sleep since I left the club, and to beat that I still had the damn hangover. Sounds had been occurring outside for some hours now, ranging from yells to bells. Now, however, in the last hour the sounds outside had increased in tempo and velocity.
Damn parade or something. I remembered thinking a while later. Must be the window I groaned, cursing myself for not shutting it earlier. So with a sigh I got up and moved over to the window to slam it shut. The sight took my breath away.
The world was literally burning in front of my eyes. Buildings burned with a fiery light, sending vials of flames shooting to the sky and plumes of smoke rocketing across the sky. Short, red imps with forked tails ran the streets. Pausing here and there they would attack any human around and generally just cause damage: uprooting trees, turning cars over, and breaking windows. Then there were the demons; taller blacker creatures that would drop any human upon sigh. And finally there were the Jinn, human like creatures made from fire that would torch any building not already done so.
The hangover disappeared quickly as I gazed at the sight. A new sound echoed directly behind me. I whirled around to find one of the short red imps staring right at me, cocking it’s head as if in wonder. Its hands were behind its back. Neither of us moved, just staring at the other for a few moments. Suddenly a smile broke out on the imp’s face and it brought its hands around front, suddenly carrying a revolver.
Oh shi- I moaned mentally. It waved by with one hand, cocking the gun with the other. I snapped into motion quickly, slamming my foot into a end table that stood between us. The table flew from the impact and smashed into the head of the small imp, sending it flying into the blue wall. I sprinted across the room and smacked my foot into the table again, driving the table into imp again. The imp lay unconscious, the gun falling out of its limp hand. I seized the gun up out of the floor and ran out the door and down the steps and through the door.
Holy sh- I moaned again, as the sight only got worse. Where the imps, demons, and Jinn had once numbered less than the people, the numbers were quickly evening out.
A fiery Jinn gazed around, smiling as it spotted me. It stretched its arms, cracking the fiery bones. It had what appeared to be a skeleton surrounded by burning red fires. It brought its hands together with a smile and a jet of fire exploded from them.
HOLY SHI- I screamed mentally, roughly throwing myself onto the ground. The flames flew over my head, burning some loose strands on my head. The Jinni cursed in a foreign tongue and tried again. I rolled out of the way as the flames exploded beside me. The Jinni cursed once more and aimed at a car this time, exploding it and sending a wall of fire my way.
“Ahhh!” I screamed as the wall flew at me. I jumped/ flew behind a metal mailbox and it suffered most of the heat. Still the back of my shirt was scorched. I sweated for a moment, awaiting the next fiery onslaught. Lucky for me however was that the Jinni had marked me for dead and moved on.
I grabbed my keys and quickly dove into the old car, starting it within a minute after diving in. Then I got the hell out of dodge.
countalorkrin
Warlord
have i got kashmir or wat?
?
?
das
Regeneration In Process
You don't want me to answer to that, I know, so I will only say that if you're going by the conventional explanation, then its insanely easy.
das
Regeneration In Process
"Henri de Villiers, 34, Paladin, Mecca... Wait, Mecca? Paladin? What..." - Azrael paused, looking for a polite expression - "What for God's sake is going on here?!"
As the Earth's population grew, it became harder and harder for Azrael to keep up with lives and deaths. He had to create an immense chancery in the skies, to where all the honest buerocrats and virtuous secretaries went at the end of their mortal existance, in order to keep the situation under control, but it came under much criticism from God and the other archangels, not to mention that the maintenance costs were imperious. The invention of the computer made things easier, as Azrael's chancery was computarized. Then the Armaggedon came, and the computers, overburdened with a sudden influx of deaths, burned out... Sure, God was kind enough to redirect all the good programmers to Azrael as well, but the influx wasn't fast enough. There weren't many good programmers out there - from the moral viewpoint, anyway. Although his chancery was being rebuilt and he still had some assistances, Azrael even now had to personally write down deaths whenever he had time. Thankfully, he was an archangel and thus capable to write deaths down, especially as the population was greatly reduced on 06/06/06 Anno Domini.
But his military duties came first. Quickly calculating the place where Henri de Villiers died, Azrael put aside the already-fat 61st volume of the Book of Life (and to think that the century is only beginning!), checked the power level on his lightsword, jumped out of his office's window, calmly stretched out of his winds and flew over Mecca, heading quickly towards al-Aziziyah.
---
"You... you..."
"Well he attacked..."
"Yes, but its still no excuse..."
"Medic! Medic! Or a priest! Damn, where are the angels when we need them?"
"He's dead!"
"Maybe Azrael could bring him back..."
"...no, not him, he's dead, but Ali is dying too! Curses, I should've restrained him!"
"You think we should just go and ask? Hah, as if he has any time for this!"
"Infidel!"
"Medic!"
"You killed Henri, damn you heathens!"
"Arrgh..."
"Medic!"
"Wait..."
"Order, order, all step aside..."
"We must get him to a morgue... What are you doing?!"
"This is for Henri!"
"These have gone mad!"
"They are attacking!"
"I'm firing into the air... Arrgh! I'm hit!"
"This for Henri! HENRIII!"
The situation in the mountainous al-Aziziyah barrack, where the Paladin Division Ibrahim/Abraham was stationed, was getting worse by the seconds. Already, more Muslims and Christians joined the brawl, with Paladin-General Faid Chamoun and the military police (and frightened medical staff) that he brought along desperately trying to restore order. Nobody was looking at the sky, so Azrael's sudden arrival had a literally stunning effect.
"Pax!" - he shouted - "Pax! Salam! SHLAMA!!! [1]"
And silence fell. As if all the paladins were just showered by an intense, ice-cold rain from the frozen hell of the Islamic mythology. In hell, there is much time to ponder one's misdeeds. Azrael gave the paladins that time, while himself pondering HIS misdeeds, one of the gravest of which during the campaign was the Paladin Division Ibrahim/Abraham (the bilingual name alone was ominous). A multi-religious army, commanded by a Maronite Christian. A compromise between two faiths. Where compromises are needed, they do not work.
So much for this unit, then. It will be divided into separate Ibrahim and Abraham divisions, to be filled up by new recruits. Or maybe, maybe they should be given another chance? Discord was brought about by the Devil. To allow it to win even a minor victory as this would be concede defeat, how ever minor. And after one defeat, others might follow...
While Azrael pondered, the paladins begun to recover. With shame clearly seen on their faces, they avoided looking at each other, and most of them looked to the ground, not to the sky - after this "incident", many thought that they won't be going to Heaven after all. Later all will claim that Chamoun restored order, but he was as shame-faced as others, if not more, and remained silent throughout the whole thing. The paladin division formed rank solemnly and naturally, Muslims and Christians intermixing - not on purpose, on purpose they mixed before, but by reflex, by nature, by the fear... of Death.
Death raised his head and opened his eyes, and looked at the army before him. And then Death looked down, looked at the two corpses. When Azrael first arrived and looked at the paladins, they were stunned. Now that he raised his head, they were immediately paralyzed by a primal fear, unable to even breathe.
Chamoun was hanging his head low. He was not looking at anything - his eyes were closed. But even had they opened, he wouldn't have seen Azrael approach, just as he didn't hear him coming. He was no longer an officer, a paladin, or even a human being - he was a quievering organism, a part of a frightened biomass that no longer was sentient.
Azrael came closer and closer. His hand was on his sword, and Chamoun, had he noticed it, had he been mentally able to notice it, would have been frightened had he been able to get even more frightened than this. Azrael advanced...
"There is no worse sin than fear." - he spoke - "And yet, you all succumbed to it. One sin leads to another - first, you attack each other as befits demons and dogs, not warriors of the Heaven. Then, there is death - while it is written that Thou Shalt Not Slay. And now... now there is fear."
From afar, angels were gathering. No mortals joined them to look at Azrael and the Ibrahim/Abaraham division.
"Breathe." - spoke Azrael, realizing that the paladins were going to suffocate - "I command you to breathe!"
They inhaled as one - but not because their minds ordered them to. They were under the command of Azrael. Had Azrael ordered them to kill themselves, they would have done so, even though suicide was a ticket to Hell.
"Not all of you fought. Only two of you killed, and they themselves are dead. We will not bring back the dead. The time is not yet ripe, and the last semblance of order should not yet be destroyed, while natural heavenly order demands that the dead be dead, and the living - live. You still live. All of you shall live until you die, and that is my first order to your division, for I have taken personal command of it from now on."
"You all have sinned. But all the mortals sin. And all can be redeemed." - Azrael continued - "Breathe!"
And they inhaled once more.
"All can be redeemed who wish redemption. Those of you who seek redemption, come forward!"
The paladins stepped forth as one. They still were mindless, still paralyzed by fear. As for seeking redemption, it was an instict. Azrael knew all that. But he also knew that if the instincts are good, then so the mind will be good - when cleansed.
"I do not need your confessions, for I know of your sins. First, you have succumbed to discord. It is a weapon of the Enemy - as bad as a demon's sword, which slashes and divides the body, and thus destroys it. Only it attacks not the body of a mortal - it attacks an immortal soul of a division of mortals. But even the strongest of demon-swords, Discord, can be parried. I will not parry it - for you already have. You already formed rank, ignoring the Discord that cut off a batch of skin and let out some blood, but did no more damage. Now all you must do is treat the wound and make sure it doesn't open, and deny the Enemy an opportunity to land another blow there, for it might be fatal. Breathe."
Once more the paladins breathed, as they stepped closer to each other.
"Those of you who have slain each other are dead, and as I already said, we will not bring them back to life yet. They will have time to think of their misdeeds. But those of you who still live, remember the blood that the Discord made you shed, remember the cut-off skin, and learn to avoid or parry such blows."
"But there is one final, grave sin - fear. And you have failed to defeat it. And here, I will help you."
Azrael walked closer towrads Chamoun, and raised his sword, and brought it down... to touch his lobe.
"Faid Chamoun, I liberate you from fear!" - Azrael proclaimed. And as light emanated from his sword, Chamoun raised his head, and opened his eyes. And there was no more fear in him. He was looking at the world fearlessly. He was amazed by its beauty - as all those reborn just after coming back to life after the worst death in the world - the death from fear.
For as Azrael walked along the ranks of the paladins, more and more of them came to life, and they no longer had fear. Fear has passed. It retreated, and the paladins all opened their eyes and now studied the world, and looked at each other, and felt, even as their initial amazement for the world subsided as they grew more accustomed to it, two basic things that Azrael placed in them: unity as a division, and lack of fear. They would bear these feelings to the death and beyond.
And Azrael walked and walked, as he removed the fear that he himself had created, and he seemed to not tire.
---
But in truth, he greatly tired. And when the last paladin was liberated, and when they all marched back to the barracks, and when Azrael remained alone (the angels knew better than to disturb him), he fell on the ground, gasping for breath, and thanking God that it was over. He was exhausted, and lied on the ground at al-Aziziyah for hours, and during this time, he prayed for forgiveness, after an initial half-hearted attempt to persuade himself that what he did was right. He knew it wasn't.
And still none dared come and look at the prostrate Angel of Death. Even as rumours of what later was dubbed the Miracle of al-Aziziyah spread, neither man nor angel even thought of coming there, to look at Azrael. It was in their instincts, and they acted by them. Even though with their minds they knew that one day, they would have to meet Azrael regardless. Would have... to die. One way or another.
Finally, Azrael stood up and flew away, not looking at al-Aziziyah or at the evening city of Mecca, not looking anywhere but at the air ahead of him, heading for his office, where, he knew, he still had much to do and even more to explain.
---
[1] Shlama is Aramaic for Salam. Salam is Arabic for Pax. Pax is Latin for Shlama.
To be continued.
As the Earth's population grew, it became harder and harder for Azrael to keep up with lives and deaths. He had to create an immense chancery in the skies, to where all the honest buerocrats and virtuous secretaries went at the end of their mortal existance, in order to keep the situation under control, but it came under much criticism from God and the other archangels, not to mention that the maintenance costs were imperious. The invention of the computer made things easier, as Azrael's chancery was computarized. Then the Armaggedon came, and the computers, overburdened with a sudden influx of deaths, burned out... Sure, God was kind enough to redirect all the good programmers to Azrael as well, but the influx wasn't fast enough. There weren't many good programmers out there - from the moral viewpoint, anyway. Although his chancery was being rebuilt and he still had some assistances, Azrael even now had to personally write down deaths whenever he had time. Thankfully, he was an archangel and thus capable to write deaths down, especially as the population was greatly reduced on 06/06/06 Anno Domini.
But his military duties came first. Quickly calculating the place where Henri de Villiers died, Azrael put aside the already-fat 61st volume of the Book of Life (and to think that the century is only beginning!), checked the power level on his lightsword, jumped out of his office's window, calmly stretched out of his winds and flew over Mecca, heading quickly towards al-Aziziyah.
---
"You... you..."
"Well he attacked..."
"Yes, but its still no excuse..."
"Medic! Medic! Or a priest! Damn, where are the angels when we need them?"
"He's dead!"
"Maybe Azrael could bring him back..."
"...no, not him, he's dead, but Ali is dying too! Curses, I should've restrained him!"
"You think we should just go and ask? Hah, as if he has any time for this!"
"Infidel!"
"Medic!"
"You killed Henri, damn you heathens!"
"Arrgh..."
"Medic!"
"Wait..."
"Order, order, all step aside..."
"We must get him to a morgue... What are you doing?!"
"This is for Henri!"
"These have gone mad!"
"They are attacking!"
"I'm firing into the air... Arrgh! I'm hit!"
"This for Henri! HENRIII!"
The situation in the mountainous al-Aziziyah barrack, where the Paladin Division Ibrahim/Abraham was stationed, was getting worse by the seconds. Already, more Muslims and Christians joined the brawl, with Paladin-General Faid Chamoun and the military police (and frightened medical staff) that he brought along desperately trying to restore order. Nobody was looking at the sky, so Azrael's sudden arrival had a literally stunning effect.
"Pax!" - he shouted - "Pax! Salam! SHLAMA!!! [1]"
And silence fell. As if all the paladins were just showered by an intense, ice-cold rain from the frozen hell of the Islamic mythology. In hell, there is much time to ponder one's misdeeds. Azrael gave the paladins that time, while himself pondering HIS misdeeds, one of the gravest of which during the campaign was the Paladin Division Ibrahim/Abraham (the bilingual name alone was ominous). A multi-religious army, commanded by a Maronite Christian. A compromise between two faiths. Where compromises are needed, they do not work.
So much for this unit, then. It will be divided into separate Ibrahim and Abraham divisions, to be filled up by new recruits. Or maybe, maybe they should be given another chance? Discord was brought about by the Devil. To allow it to win even a minor victory as this would be concede defeat, how ever minor. And after one defeat, others might follow...
While Azrael pondered, the paladins begun to recover. With shame clearly seen on their faces, they avoided looking at each other, and most of them looked to the ground, not to the sky - after this "incident", many thought that they won't be going to Heaven after all. Later all will claim that Chamoun restored order, but he was as shame-faced as others, if not more, and remained silent throughout the whole thing. The paladin division formed rank solemnly and naturally, Muslims and Christians intermixing - not on purpose, on purpose they mixed before, but by reflex, by nature, by the fear... of Death.
Death raised his head and opened his eyes, and looked at the army before him. And then Death looked down, looked at the two corpses. When Azrael first arrived and looked at the paladins, they were stunned. Now that he raised his head, they were immediately paralyzed by a primal fear, unable to even breathe.
Chamoun was hanging his head low. He was not looking at anything - his eyes were closed. But even had they opened, he wouldn't have seen Azrael approach, just as he didn't hear him coming. He was no longer an officer, a paladin, or even a human being - he was a quievering organism, a part of a frightened biomass that no longer was sentient.
Azrael came closer and closer. His hand was on his sword, and Chamoun, had he noticed it, had he been mentally able to notice it, would have been frightened had he been able to get even more frightened than this. Azrael advanced...
"There is no worse sin than fear." - he spoke - "And yet, you all succumbed to it. One sin leads to another - first, you attack each other as befits demons and dogs, not warriors of the Heaven. Then, there is death - while it is written that Thou Shalt Not Slay. And now... now there is fear."
From afar, angels were gathering. No mortals joined them to look at Azrael and the Ibrahim/Abaraham division.
"Breathe." - spoke Azrael, realizing that the paladins were going to suffocate - "I command you to breathe!"
They inhaled as one - but not because their minds ordered them to. They were under the command of Azrael. Had Azrael ordered them to kill themselves, they would have done so, even though suicide was a ticket to Hell.
"Not all of you fought. Only two of you killed, and they themselves are dead. We will not bring back the dead. The time is not yet ripe, and the last semblance of order should not yet be destroyed, while natural heavenly order demands that the dead be dead, and the living - live. You still live. All of you shall live until you die, and that is my first order to your division, for I have taken personal command of it from now on."
"You all have sinned. But all the mortals sin. And all can be redeemed." - Azrael continued - "Breathe!"
And they inhaled once more.
"All can be redeemed who wish redemption. Those of you who seek redemption, come forward!"
The paladins stepped forth as one. They still were mindless, still paralyzed by fear. As for seeking redemption, it was an instict. Azrael knew all that. But he also knew that if the instincts are good, then so the mind will be good - when cleansed.
"I do not need your confessions, for I know of your sins. First, you have succumbed to discord. It is a weapon of the Enemy - as bad as a demon's sword, which slashes and divides the body, and thus destroys it. Only it attacks not the body of a mortal - it attacks an immortal soul of a division of mortals. But even the strongest of demon-swords, Discord, can be parried. I will not parry it - for you already have. You already formed rank, ignoring the Discord that cut off a batch of skin and let out some blood, but did no more damage. Now all you must do is treat the wound and make sure it doesn't open, and deny the Enemy an opportunity to land another blow there, for it might be fatal. Breathe."
Once more the paladins breathed, as they stepped closer to each other.
"Those of you who have slain each other are dead, and as I already said, we will not bring them back to life yet. They will have time to think of their misdeeds. But those of you who still live, remember the blood that the Discord made you shed, remember the cut-off skin, and learn to avoid or parry such blows."
"But there is one final, grave sin - fear. And you have failed to defeat it. And here, I will help you."
Azrael walked closer towrads Chamoun, and raised his sword, and brought it down... to touch his lobe.
"Faid Chamoun, I liberate you from fear!" - Azrael proclaimed. And as light emanated from his sword, Chamoun raised his head, and opened his eyes. And there was no more fear in him. He was looking at the world fearlessly. He was amazed by its beauty - as all those reborn just after coming back to life after the worst death in the world - the death from fear.
For as Azrael walked along the ranks of the paladins, more and more of them came to life, and they no longer had fear. Fear has passed. It retreated, and the paladins all opened their eyes and now studied the world, and looked at each other, and felt, even as their initial amazement for the world subsided as they grew more accustomed to it, two basic things that Azrael placed in them: unity as a division, and lack of fear. They would bear these feelings to the death and beyond.
And Azrael walked and walked, as he removed the fear that he himself had created, and he seemed to not tire.
---
But in truth, he greatly tired. And when the last paladin was liberated, and when they all marched back to the barracks, and when Azrael remained alone (the angels knew better than to disturb him), he fell on the ground, gasping for breath, and thanking God that it was over. He was exhausted, and lied on the ground at al-Aziziyah for hours, and during this time, he prayed for forgiveness, after an initial half-hearted attempt to persuade himself that what he did was right. He knew it wasn't.
And still none dared come and look at the prostrate Angel of Death. Even as rumours of what later was dubbed the Miracle of al-Aziziyah spread, neither man nor angel even thought of coming there, to look at Azrael. It was in their instincts, and they acted by them. Even though with their minds they knew that one day, they would have to meet Azrael regardless. Would have... to die. One way or another.
Finally, Azrael stood up and flew away, not looking at al-Aziziyah or at the evening city of Mecca, not looking anywhere but at the air ahead of him, heading for his office, where, he knew, he still had much to do and even more to explain.
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[1] Shlama is Aramaic for Salam. Salam is Arabic for Pax. Pax is Latin for Shlama.
To be continued.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Amazing story, das! 
Update 1 - 1 AC
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun..
-Terry Prachett
An entire year has passed since the opening of the demonic portals across earth and the world still lies on it’s back as small contingents rise up across it to claim it as their own.
Americas
The America’s are one of the most relatively stable continents on earth. With only one major demonic presence the New World seems a world removed from the troubles plaguing the old. However demonic forces are on the rise and may soon swallow America whole.
The human nation of Texas and the Demonic Horde of Berkeley remain idle as their armies do not push to expand their borders any further than conditions nearly a year ago. Their economies have improved however. As the Texans regain normal economic activity, the demons of Berkeley become more hostile and threatening.
The Panamanian army swells as their forces push up in to central America and down into south America. Their zealous catholic leader calls for aid from various nations around south america. The call goes mostly unheard as nations are near non-existent. Many catholic leaders however hear the cry and take their followings with them up in arms to Panama. (+4 partisan divisions)
The city of Detroit is reported nearly destroyed in a blaze started by fire demons known as the Jinni. Not long afterwards reports came in that the Jinni have declared their own kingdom on Earth after losing some sort of war from whence they came. The Jinni are few though, and utilize warlocks much like the other demons. They have currently taken over what used to be known as Michigan.
In New England a group of angels known as the The Grand Imperium of the Eldar have taken up arms. Seeking freedom and attempting to stabilize the world, the Imperium has entrusted it’s actions so far to a mortal named Constantine. The Grand Master remains in overall command however. The Eldar are in threat of the Jinni who are not too far away.
Europe
Europe remains mostly in human hands at this moment, however demons and angels alike are trying to win over this continent and it’s people. The first real bloodshed has occur don this part of the world, and it is but a trifle of things to come.
The genetically engineered humans of Aurora 542 have effectively conquered the island of Britain. The humans on this island don’t seem to mind much though, and the Aurora double their military strength by pushing partisan’s who lived in Scotland and Wales under their command.
In Germany, a demonic cult under the leadership of von Dunkelheit has raised an ungodly army of Nazis to their bidding. In Nazi fashion it’s not long until invasion occurs. Austria has been invaded by the Cult and the city of Munic has fallen to the demonic Blitzkrieg. Austria, which remained idle, has withdrawn it’s forces back after minimal losses at Munich.
-Austria: 1 Partisan Division
The Angel Gabriel has been quick to act to this move, and has focused his efforts in trying to contain the cult before it spreads further. Gabriel has occupied the remains of former Italy and parts of France and Switzerland, and has begun raising an army of Paladins to aid him.
Meanwhile Malta expands to gain control of a vast Mediterranean empire. They continue into Greece taking Athens, they move into Tunisia, and then they take Sardinia and Corsica. However the most impressive move is an expedition to capture Lourdes, legendary site of a visit by the Virgin Mary, and home to a well of naturally holy water. The capture of such a site has allowed Malta to sanctify 3 of it’s divisions into Paladins. (+3 paladin division)
In Scandinavia lumberjacks and woodsman have taken to the charge wielding axes and shotguns. These “berserkers” have created The Northern Rebirth under the leadership of Phion. They have taken control of the northern forests, but have yet to act to take the major cities.
Mid-East/Africa
The main action occurs in the holy lands as the three forces of the Antichrist, Nagash, and Azreal head closer and closer to fighting.
The Burnt Imps continue to expand their power over the Sahara with no major opposition but sand and the occasional oasis that must be burned to the ground.
The Antichrist has expanded his control over the Nile delta and up into Turkey capturing further human monuments such as the Pyramids. The Antichrist’s economy becomes good enough as cheap food pours into his lands from the Nile. This has left him unable to build a larger army at the moment, but with the increased resources he is believed to be capable of defending from any attack at present times.
Nagash expands his control further into southern Arabia, capturing the port of Salalah from the humans. His demonic forces grow hostile and the humans cower in their own lands.
Azreal has not been idle however. He has been trying to amass as much support as he can possibly get. As he raises an army to ward of any attacks from either Nagash or the Antichrist, he also cautiously moves towards both their lands. This has placed both sides in sudden fear of an immanent invasion. Not only that but Azreal’s befriending of the local Muslim clerics and call for Jihad against the demons and Antichrist have aided him greatly. His forces have become Venerated through such actions, and human forces have come under his command. (+1 economy, +2 partisan divisions)
Asia
Asia is currently like a sandwich. Demons have infested India and Siberia while human and angelic forces make the far east their bastion.
In India, the AAIDEHR remains idle as the Imperium doubles it’s size and it’s economy becomes normal. A third party enters the scene in Kashmir, as the Republic of Satanics. They are demonic themselves, and appear to be allied to the AAIDEHR. The AAIDEHR enjoy putting it up Satan’s hole and as such gain more forces! (+1 warlock division)
In the Far East the New Middle Kingdom remains idle as next door an angelic neighbor moves in. The Heavenly Relief force is trying to sanctify the lands of Japan and aid in the stabalization of the Asian front.
In Siberia two demonic presences make themselves known. In the west Mephisto continues to grow in strength as his armies become harmful and begin pillaging the land. Mutilations and murders are reported and abuse is random if not sudden. More lands grow under his control every day as his grasp becomes ever more firm.
In the east there is The Scourge of Russia. Led by Warlocks who unleashed a terrible plague on the land which killed thousands, turning many into zombies. The scourge uses it’s mindless servants to aid in it’s cause.
OOC: All people who didn’t send in orders only got their economy up 1. No expansion though.
Also note I did not include “random events” from stories. These are never random. Instead I have incorporated them into the normal update as bonuses. (In parenthesis like this!)
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun..
-Terry Prachett
An entire year has passed since the opening of the demonic portals across earth and the world still lies on it’s back as small contingents rise up across it to claim it as their own.
Americas
The America’s are one of the most relatively stable continents on earth. With only one major demonic presence the New World seems a world removed from the troubles plaguing the old. However demonic forces are on the rise and may soon swallow America whole.
The human nation of Texas and the Demonic Horde of Berkeley remain idle as their armies do not push to expand their borders any further than conditions nearly a year ago. Their economies have improved however. As the Texans regain normal economic activity, the demons of Berkeley become more hostile and threatening.
The Panamanian army swells as their forces push up in to central America and down into south America. Their zealous catholic leader calls for aid from various nations around south america. The call goes mostly unheard as nations are near non-existent. Many catholic leaders however hear the cry and take their followings with them up in arms to Panama. (+4 partisan divisions)
The city of Detroit is reported nearly destroyed in a blaze started by fire demons known as the Jinni. Not long afterwards reports came in that the Jinni have declared their own kingdom on Earth after losing some sort of war from whence they came. The Jinni are few though, and utilize warlocks much like the other demons. They have currently taken over what used to be known as Michigan.
In New England a group of angels known as the The Grand Imperium of the Eldar have taken up arms. Seeking freedom and attempting to stabilize the world, the Imperium has entrusted it’s actions so far to a mortal named Constantine. The Grand Master remains in overall command however. The Eldar are in threat of the Jinni who are not too far away.
Europe
Europe remains mostly in human hands at this moment, however demons and angels alike are trying to win over this continent and it’s people. The first real bloodshed has occur don this part of the world, and it is but a trifle of things to come.
The genetically engineered humans of Aurora 542 have effectively conquered the island of Britain. The humans on this island don’t seem to mind much though, and the Aurora double their military strength by pushing partisan’s who lived in Scotland and Wales under their command.
In Germany, a demonic cult under the leadership of von Dunkelheit has raised an ungodly army of Nazis to their bidding. In Nazi fashion it’s not long until invasion occurs. Austria has been invaded by the Cult and the city of Munic has fallen to the demonic Blitzkrieg. Austria, which remained idle, has withdrawn it’s forces back after minimal losses at Munich.
-Austria: 1 Partisan Division
The Angel Gabriel has been quick to act to this move, and has focused his efforts in trying to contain the cult before it spreads further. Gabriel has occupied the remains of former Italy and parts of France and Switzerland, and has begun raising an army of Paladins to aid him.
Meanwhile Malta expands to gain control of a vast Mediterranean empire. They continue into Greece taking Athens, they move into Tunisia, and then they take Sardinia and Corsica. However the most impressive move is an expedition to capture Lourdes, legendary site of a visit by the Virgin Mary, and home to a well of naturally holy water. The capture of such a site has allowed Malta to sanctify 3 of it’s divisions into Paladins. (+3 paladin division)
In Scandinavia lumberjacks and woodsman have taken to the charge wielding axes and shotguns. These “berserkers” have created The Northern Rebirth under the leadership of Phion. They have taken control of the northern forests, but have yet to act to take the major cities.
Mid-East/Africa
The main action occurs in the holy lands as the three forces of the Antichrist, Nagash, and Azreal head closer and closer to fighting.
The Burnt Imps continue to expand their power over the Sahara with no major opposition but sand and the occasional oasis that must be burned to the ground.
The Antichrist has expanded his control over the Nile delta and up into Turkey capturing further human monuments such as the Pyramids. The Antichrist’s economy becomes good enough as cheap food pours into his lands from the Nile. This has left him unable to build a larger army at the moment, but with the increased resources he is believed to be capable of defending from any attack at present times.
Nagash expands his control further into southern Arabia, capturing the port of Salalah from the humans. His demonic forces grow hostile and the humans cower in their own lands.
Azreal has not been idle however. He has been trying to amass as much support as he can possibly get. As he raises an army to ward of any attacks from either Nagash or the Antichrist, he also cautiously moves towards both their lands. This has placed both sides in sudden fear of an immanent invasion. Not only that but Azreal’s befriending of the local Muslim clerics and call for Jihad against the demons and Antichrist have aided him greatly. His forces have become Venerated through such actions, and human forces have come under his command. (+1 economy, +2 partisan divisions)
Asia
Asia is currently like a sandwich. Demons have infested India and Siberia while human and angelic forces make the far east their bastion.
In India, the AAIDEHR remains idle as the Imperium doubles it’s size and it’s economy becomes normal. A third party enters the scene in Kashmir, as the Republic of Satanics. They are demonic themselves, and appear to be allied to the AAIDEHR. The AAIDEHR enjoy putting it up Satan’s hole and as such gain more forces! (+1 warlock division)
In the Far East the New Middle Kingdom remains idle as next door an angelic neighbor moves in. The Heavenly Relief force is trying to sanctify the lands of Japan and aid in the stabalization of the Asian front.
In Siberia two demonic presences make themselves known. In the west Mephisto continues to grow in strength as his armies become harmful and begin pillaging the land. Mutilations and murders are reported and abuse is random if not sudden. More lands grow under his control every day as his grasp becomes ever more firm.
In the east there is The Scourge of Russia. Led by Warlocks who unleashed a terrible plague on the land which killed thousands, turning many into zombies. The scourge uses it’s mindless servants to aid in it’s cause.
OOC: All people who didn’t send in orders only got their economy up 1. No expansion though.
Also note I did not include “random events” from stories. These are never random. Instead I have incorporated them into the normal update as bonuses. (In parenthesis like this!)
Spoiler :
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Heh. Love how the Jinn(plural, singular is Jinni) establish a kingdom in detroit. After all, what Islamic creatures wouldn't? (Jinni- Genie or something like that.) 
countalorkrin
Warlord
This morning as usual I walked into school only to see masses and masses of bodies lying across the field in some sort of pattern. I climbed the top of the school and looked down only to see that these children were stripped of their clothes and in the shape of a rather large penis. As I a demon had the sudden urge to suck the remaining blood out of them and therefore jumped of the tower and landed on a child’s head. However in the corner of the field under a bush I saw my fellow demon silver 2039 violently masturbating of these naked children. To the side of him I saw my leader, the holy Satan staring at silver going at it and had a huge grin on his face. I walked towards them and they both stared at me with a horny look on their faces. They grabbed behind their back and simultaneously grabbed two large spike conical objects. They started stroking the spiked objects and ran towards me. I ran into the toilet where I met both of them in a cubical. Both were naked. They thrust each object up my anus and I felt a sudden jerk of pain which was later subsidised by pleasure. I had now fully joined my true clan and this was the initiation process. After I was done, and I felt a slight tingling sensation, I grabbed the conical object from Satan and the other one from silver and thrust it up his anus. Satan started screaming with loud high pitch woman screeches and next was silver..rar!! rar!!
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
.........................................................I'm not gonna..................nm........WTH is wrong with you people?
silver 2039
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TerrisH
Mischief?
-Some place near the Remains of the City of Hirosihma-
"I knew you would come Lightbringer."
"why must you call me that Longutus. you know my True name."
"True, but I don't want to panic the others. your name would cause unneccary Panic."
"very true. So. why did you summon me Longutus. your not trying to swich sides are you? the rewards would be.. nice. we can always use sombody of your Caliber."
"No. I just have a few Questions both me and the boss upstairs have for you. and I'm sure you have a few questions for me also. we trade Information, then go back home."
"Humph.."
"good, you agree. oh, and I go by Hitomi now."
"heh.. your named after a Girl Longitus."
*SHICK*
"I am a Girl Lightbringer. and I got my Spear. do you see a problem?"
"uumm no.. Hitomi."
"good. now. the First Question the Boss wanted me to ask you is if you started this recent mess."
"no. and by the Very Fact you asked that Question Answers my First question."
"hmm so there is a Third player in this contes it seems. Do you have any Intention to get Directly Involved in this... Conflict?"
"Possibly, if an oppertunity Presents itself. but not currently. what is the current Goal of the Heavenly Relief Force?"
"Idintification of the cause of the current Cituation and extraction of enough of the human genetic Profile to Restart the Grand Plan, should it prove nessesary. we are essentally the bosses back of plan in case everythign gose to hell, figurtivly speaking. final Question, would you be willing to set asside a few demons for Extraction incase the boss engages a reset. while you are imune to it, haveing grown into a persinfication of evil. but if a reset if forced by an outside party, haveing some demons extracted will decress you initial setup time.
"that is very considirt of your boss. agreeible, though the Extraction will wait untill he is sure he will employ the reset. Are Gabriel and Azriel Here on your Bosses Direct Orders?"
"Partly. they are not acting on any New orders issued since the Event. but on Pre-existing orders. which.. are rather Long, Complicated, and contain Clauses and sub-Clauses that have been added and re-added as preogitives change. Short answer, Yes, they are under his orders, but direct Control is Limited, and might be di-regaurded dure to various Trechery and breach fo Lines of comunication Clauses. they are essentully opperating under thier own free will. I belive that is all for this Q & A session. You have 20 minutes to Leave the Planet, then the Agreement will be back in full effect. use any Powers, and the Agreement will fully come back into effect instantly."
"of course. Perhaphs we will meet again."
"I knew you would come Lightbringer."
"why must you call me that Longutus. you know my True name."
"True, but I don't want to panic the others. your name would cause unneccary Panic."
"very true. So. why did you summon me Longutus. your not trying to swich sides are you? the rewards would be.. nice. we can always use sombody of your Caliber."
"No. I just have a few Questions both me and the boss upstairs have for you. and I'm sure you have a few questions for me also. we trade Information, then go back home."
"Humph.."
"good, you agree. oh, and I go by Hitomi now."
"heh.. your named after a Girl Longitus."
*SHICK*
"I am a Girl Lightbringer. and I got my Spear. do you see a problem?"
"uumm no.. Hitomi."
"good. now. the First Question the Boss wanted me to ask you is if you started this recent mess."
"no. and by the Very Fact you asked that Question Answers my First question."
"hmm so there is a Third player in this contes it seems. Do you have any Intention to get Directly Involved in this... Conflict?"
"Possibly, if an oppertunity Presents itself. but not currently. what is the current Goal of the Heavenly Relief Force?"
"Idintification of the cause of the current Cituation and extraction of enough of the human genetic Profile to Restart the Grand Plan, should it prove nessesary. we are essentally the bosses back of plan in case everythign gose to hell, figurtivly speaking. final Question, would you be willing to set asside a few demons for Extraction incase the boss engages a reset. while you are imune to it, haveing grown into a persinfication of evil. but if a reset if forced by an outside party, haveing some demons extracted will decress you initial setup time.
"that is very considirt of your boss. agreeible, though the Extraction will wait untill he is sure he will employ the reset. Are Gabriel and Azriel Here on your Bosses Direct Orders?"
"Partly. they are not acting on any New orders issued since the Event. but on Pre-existing orders. which.. are rather Long, Complicated, and contain Clauses and sub-Clauses that have been added and re-added as preogitives change. Short answer, Yes, they are under his orders, but direct Control is Limited, and might be di-regaurded dure to various Trechery and breach fo Lines of comunication Clauses. they are essentully opperating under thier own free will. I belive that is all for this Q & A session. You have 20 minutes to Leave the Planet, then the Agreement will be back in full effect. use any Powers, and the Agreement will fully come back into effect instantly."
"of course. Perhaphs we will meet again."
das
Regeneration In Process
Great update, and thanks Silver (Steak).
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