Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 10:03:16 AM)
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Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 10:08:54 AM)
*The early evening having settled over the city Tony moves about his nightly business before a voice comes to his ear, echoing with choral clarity and his mind is suddenly filled with the image of Liaphon standing atop the tallest building in the city. Wings spread wide around her, the red hair glitters like spun rubies down past her waist, skin shining in the darkness as her head falls back and she looks up into the star filled sky above.* Zagan, I dreamt last night, a dream too real to be fiction and too strange to be real. I dreamt of terrible things and wonderful things, of blood and fire and power... and you.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 10:20:32 AM)
Millenia had passed since the last time he had been so invoked by any other than his mortal followers in prayer. The utterance of his Celestial name tugged at his very being. For a moment it was as if the great shattering never taken place, as if the world was still a multi-faceted jewel and he existed as both creature of flesh and concept and more. It was a pull he could not...would not resist. When the facet of his existance that was pure concept sprang into being from her lips he began to sense that which was around him. He could almost feel the heavy winds buffeting the roof of the building, smell the sweet scent of the defiler on the air like spring rain. He could see her, an image of glorious beauty and she was so real that he felt he could almost reach out and touch her. When her words reached his ears his mortal lips curled into a smile. Dreaming of me already? Without a word to his driver he depressed the button that caused the sunroof of his limo to slide open and he sprung upwards from his seat, ou
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 10:22:29 AM)
, out into the humid night air. Within a blink of an eye his mortal host was consumed in a roaring inferno of celestial flames, burning away flesh and clothing to reveal the divine figure within. Powerful black feathered wings unfurled and struck the air, lifting him upwards into the night's sky. Within moments the warm currents of late summer air had carried him across the city in a direct line towards the building on which Liaphon awaited him. At first he came into view as a shooting star, a streak of holy white light plummeting towards her from the heavens. It was only when his wings flashed outwards, catching the air and haulting his fall before her that his full radiance became apparent. He was truly a being of the first house. When he spoke, his voice carried with it the weight of one who once handed down the Divine Plan of the creator. Of one of had led legions of the damned in their Jyhad against the Creator. "Liaphon, you have summoned and I have come."
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 10:30:25 AM)
*Faith shined from her, such beauty that seemed to shake the very walls of reality themselves and declare this world of concrete and muted colours around them a cruel lie. Her eyes shifting like the restless sea she turned to watch his decent, a glittering shining creature that seemed to drag his mind back to the past, back to a time when they walked the world like gods shaping it to suit their will. A step taken towards him, her voice, entirely a thing of music now played around him touching the very air with light and colour and it seemed in that moment that there was no wonder that thousands had followed her towards death, glory and battle. No wonder that she was that living symbol of victory and majesty and might, for in that moment without doubt he gazed upon Liaphon the Echo of the Unsung, The Banner of Hope and the Voice of Wrath.* I have but begged for your company and you have graced me with your presence, for there are thoughts drifting through my mind that would..... *She pauses and in that mom
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 10:30:36 AM)
*She pauses and in that moment her eyes lock upon his, her gaze seeming to see through his skin, past any attempt at deceptions and to the very centre of his soul.* There are things I would know.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 10:38:19 AM)
He allowed his flight to come to an end as he placed a foot on the edge of the building in front of her. His majestic wings flexed and then folded, coming to rest at his back like a shimmering cloak of shadow. It gave him a poetic contrast. As pure white celestial flames poured from his eyes and mouth and licked across his skin, it seemed that holy light came before him and darkness was left in his wake. His gaze drank her in, consumed her body and soul, savoring her beauty and glory, quenching his torment like water to a thirsting man. Reaching outwards, he took a moment to allow his fingertips to brush across her cheek, white flames licking across her flesh in a tingling rush of divine energies. There was once a time that the touch of a Nemaru could fuel the most powerful of evocations, when they were the direct link to the Source. Not much had changed. "You have doubts and concerns. Speak them aloud so that I might try to find you solace."
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 10:48:24 AM)
*For a moment it seemed as though those lips that put the blush of the rose to shame would smile, yet the promise went unfulfilled as her gaze swept over the majesty of his true form and those stirring echoes of memory writhed inside her once more. Her gaze finding his yet again, she raised her hand a little in the air as though she would touch him, but doubt held the movement at bay before it could be completed and instead her hand dropped to her side once more as that wonderful voice rose upon the wind yet again.* Tell me Zagan of the Crimson legion of what you know, tell me of how we met and what we saw come to pass.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:05:39 AM)
A warm, reassuring smile crossed his angelic features as he gazed down into the depths of her eyes. Despite his cherubic beauty, his angular features, the long mane of golden hair, there was a a sense of stability and responsibility within his eyes. He seemed to fall into the role of guardian, of guiding star, eerily well. "My memories suffer as do those of all who have toiled away eternity in hell, yet by birthright I have maintained claim over more than most. But instead of simply hearing my words and taking them at face value, allow me to share my memories...open yourself to my touch as your House once opened itself to us during the times of Creation. Let me impart onto this knowledge...."
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:13:44 AM)
His fingertips still lingered at her cheek, the alabastre flames causing her flesh to tingle with power where they touched. Her otherworldly senses would pick up on a rise of power within him as he called upon his power. Where he once conveyed the Divine Plan to those of the lesser houses, he now conveyed his own memories. Within her mind he constructed a complex invocation much like a walking dream. As mere seconds passed in the material world, Liaphon would exalt in innumerable experiences. She would find herself in a sky of noxious fumes and acidic black smoke, high above the rubble of what was once the most feared Citadel in all of creation. Beneath her lie the ruins of Dudael, Citadel of Hate, and Bastion to the Ebon Legion. She knew her mission and it was of the greatest important. Within her she carried the words of the Lightbringer himself. Far below, in what was left of that infernal place, she would find Zagan, brother of the Morningstar and to him she would at all cost seek to bring him to Lucifer'
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:15:28 AM)
's side. She was a being of no small amount of power, and so too was Zagan. Amongst the rubble of Dudael, the Divine Overseer stood out like a torch in the night, a beacon within the remains of a ruined civilization.
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 11:21:58 AM)
*Against the sky of darkness and thick smoke that seemed to hold in the cries of the vanquished so that their sobs and moans, their pleading for release reverbated through the air decended Liaphon, that figure of granduer that had been spoken of in whispers and sighs, in anger and fear throughout the ranks of the fallen. The beautiful Defiler a juxtaposition to the horror of this place she hovered in the air above Zagan, her voice throbbing with power as her lips open and her words fell down from above like a waterfall upon him, the scent of her passing in the air above a cleansing breeze to stir at the stagnant toxic air that lingered around the ruins.* Zagan of the Ebon Legion, Divine Overseer, Shadow of Flame, Artificer of Agony, the Throne of the Forge, the Lightbringer, Lucifer the Morningstar, first amongst us and Prince most high would have words with you.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:31:42 AM)
Zagan was a massive being. Over three times the height and size of man, he towered over the rubble that was his legacy. Massive leathery black wings dripped liquid flame and ash from the veinous cracks within their surface, leaving a scorched path in the skeletal remains of the Citadel as he passed. He could sense the Defilers approach, but with that as the case, he feared no attempt of assassination. He turned and within his eyes, where once burned nothing but hatred, a flicker of hope could be found. He gazed into her eyes and found salvation in her beauty. Too long he had sat within the bowels of Dudael, lending power to the foul creations of the Anunaki. A hand rose and massive claws flickered across the buckles that held his armor of gold and blackened iron to his chest, letting it fall to the ground behind him, leaving his heart bare in a symbol of peace. When he spoke, those few mortals around him cowered and fled, his thunderous words echoing with all the weight of the Creator's chosen voice. "How lon
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:31:53 AM)
. "How long has it been since my Brother sent for me? How long since he sat us upon this path of righteousness against heaven?" He shook his head slightly, "Too long, and yet now he sends for me a messenger. Perhaps he means to show pitty to one lost in the bones of the past. Is that it, Noble Liaphon. Do you come to serve as the Banner of Hope once more?"
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 11:40:28 AM)
*She decended lower towards him as she looked into his eyes, the flicker of hope that she saw there more powerful than the symbol of his bared chest. Moving within reach of him, she seemed unafraid, her wings fluttering lightly in the breeze as she reached out a hand and he felt soft fingertips caress his face for the first time in ages, the light from her skin reaching out to bathe him in her devotion and faith. Her voice became softer at the approach, wings raising to shield the two from the backward glances of the fleeing mortals before she finally spoke.* I am the Banner of Hope to those without it great Zagan, to the Divine Overseer what more can I be than the reminder of those who weep at your absence and long for your return.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:50:51 AM)
The sweetness of her words and the call of her voice filled him with unearthly tranquility. He felt his very being rise and flow with the tides that were her own legacy. The softness of her touch seemed to melt away the thick armored scales that had become his flesh during his time spent at the forge, revealing the beauty of snow white skin beneath. Like a blade polished of blood and soot, Zagan began to glow and shimmer as her presence and the first vestiges of true peace began to wash away the darkness that had tainted so many of the Ebon's warriors. He seemed not to notice, or perhaps merely unconcerned, at the apparent transformation that was begining to overtake his form. "Since the earliest days of creation, before your House was worked into the Divine plan and the Namaru were but stars in the sky, I do not once recall tears in the eyes of my Brother the Morningstar, yet you come baring his word. This is the Eve of his victory over Abaddon and we stand amidst the ashes of the Ebon Legion. Does my brothe
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 11:50:58 AM)
brother wish to gloat over his newest triumph?"
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 11:59:47 AM)
*At the sight of his transformation an intake of breath is suspended in her throat, words carefully prepared abandoned as her eyes shimmered and before his gaze tears did indeed fall from them to slide down the cheeks of her shining skin like glittering crystals. She felt the perfection of the moment run through her like a shiver and as her tears fell so to did the sky above open and a fresh rain begin to fall upon the ruins of Dudael, as though the sky itself could not help but respond to the whims of the beautiful creature that floated before him. The rain scented with the freshness of rebirth fell around them, bringing hisses from the still burning fire as it began to wash the last remanants of blood from his skin. Her hand cupping his face she moved closer still, the silken tresses of flaming hair brushing against his shoulders, a living symbol of the legion she represented.* Then I shall be his tears, and tell you in truth that I have seen them shed from his own eyes. Zagon, beloved of the fallen, i
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 12:00:35 PM)
it is the Creator that offers us vengence and cruelty. It is he that gloats over this smouldering world. In truth I tell you, you have but set your foot upon the wrong path and with great joy would you be welcomed back amongst us. Too long has your glory been hidden from our eyes.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 12:10:07 PM)
His eyes closed as the first of the rain caused steam to rise from his powerful back and broad shoulders. Thick ebon hair like spun tar began to wash away in the downpour, revealing waves of scintillating gold. His head bowed momentarily, but he did not move to draw away from the softness of her touch against his cheeks. When he looked back to her, however, conviction burned like a thousand suns within his eyes. His power was immense, as was the power of all Namaru in those days of divinity, and she could feel his spiritual pressure bearing down on her with the weight of the heavens themselves. "The path I have walked was a righteous one. It was a path set forth by the very one you come to represent when he sundered our houses and split us into legions. Our very first victories in this holy war were carried upon the shoulders of myself and the others of Abaddon's flock." He made no attempt to mask his pride as he spoke these claims so rooted in truth. "And now with the sacrifice of the Ebon and Silver, my bro
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 12:13:37 PM)
Brother calls for me, to bind us with the blood of my comrades. Speak not of te Creator's vengeance and cruelty, I have bore witness to the very sound of his words, a feat that would destroy any from a lesser house. I have carried in myself his Divine Plan and seen the folly of his 'perfection'. Yet now my brother would do just as he. He would destroy legions that he himself devised and refashion our order to his whim."
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 12:20:19 PM)
*She began to sink lower under the burdon of that gaze, her hand falling from his cheek and to his shoulder as she struggled to keep herself eye level with him, that burning force within him almost impossible to withstand and she found herself needing to look up to see into his eyes. Yet when she spoke there was such conviction behind her words, such complete hope that reality gently shifted around him. Wants, needs and desires so long repressed found their way into his mind, an unconscious unbidden image of luxuriating in the love of his bretheren, of becoming that shining creature of Grace that he had once been.* Beloved and admired Zagon, do I appear the hand of destruction sent down to cast vengence upon you? In truth do you believe the Morningstar would use me or risk me in such a fashion?
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 12:30:17 PM)
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Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 12:33:46 PM)
*She began to sink lower under the burden of that gaze, her hand falling from his cheek and to his shoulder as she struggled to keep herself eye level with him, that burning force within him almost impossible to withstand and she found herself needing to look up to see into his eyes. Yet when she spoke there was such conviction behind her words, such complete hope that reality gently shifted around him. Wants, needs and desires so long repressed found their way into his mind, an unconscious unbidden image of luxuriating in the love of his bretheren, of becoming that shining creature of Grace that he had once been.* Beloved and admired Zagon, do I appear the hand of destruction sent down to cast vengence upon you? In truth do you believe the Morningstar would use me or risk me in such a fashion?
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 12:36:23 PM)
As the longing for solace she inspired began to fill him, his transformation continued. The great fissures across his wings began to heal and their leathery skin began to soften, pinions of raven feathers filling out across their breadth, sparkling radiantly in the falling rain. He began to laugh then, a deep powerful sound like the pulsing of a nuclear furnace. "I know my Brother too well to suspect anything of the sort. He is first amongst us all, both in Virtue and in vice. While he is indeed most noble, he is also most shackled by pride. He would not send a Lammasu to confront one of his own house, no matter her power or purity. Yet still, I can not fathom his true purpose. If not to gloat, then why does he summon me?"
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 12:43:42 PM)
*She smiles at that as she watches the water continue to wash over him, to wipe him free of the years spent in this dark place and return him to his true glory. Her progress towards the ground halted by that laughter she released her touch upon his shoulder and shifted to the side. Where she had hovered there was now a pool of water, a perfect shining clean clear mirror that showed him the reflection of his true glory. She watched his face as he saw his skin shining white, his hair returned to it's normal colour, visage free of blood and the raven feathers fluttering in the breeze. When her voice spoke it sang a fire in his veins to join with that longing, it bestowed pride, strength, nobility and glory. It bespoke epics yet to be created and seemed to send the air itself around him vibrating with pure potential.* Because you -are- The Divine Overseer, mighty Namuru and -we- of the Elohim that stand against the injustice of Heaven have need of you.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 12:52:15 PM)
His laughter faded away as she stepped aside and allowed him a glimpse of what once was and what could be again. As he looked into the depths of his own eyes and saw the celestial fire of the heavens burning within them, he allowed himself to remember for the first time in centuries, who he truly was...what he truly was. Her words nurtured his pride, but more so, they nurtured his sense of duty and honor. His wings spread outwards, casting a great shadow over the ruins of Dudael. His breath caught in his chest until it was released in a great sigh and with it so too went his reservations. He looked around him as if seeing the fallen Citadel for the first time, pity entering his eyes as he saw the flock of man picking clean her bones. His eyes dirfted upwards then and he reached out to the clouds that had followed Liaphon to his presence and into them he offered the solidity of creation. Bolstered by his power the rain became a deluge, a great downpour, and yet through the clouds and the sheets of heavy rain,
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 12:52:26 PM)
heavy rain, the sun still shone. The fires of the rubble were smothered, the charred granite washed clean of soot and sin alike. When he finally returned his gaze to Liaphon, there was a sense of purpose radiating from his form that had not been there before. "Then lead on and take me to my Brother. Solidify my hope at the steps of Genhinnom and let us finally follow this path He set before us to it's end."
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 12:56:01 PM)
*Liaphon opened her eyes upon the rooftop of New Orleans, the images of the past momentarily so clear in her mind that she was left to pause in silence for a moment as she seperated this moment from that which had occured thousands of years ago. The evening air warm and free of rain she felt the wind run through her hair, the long tresses flying out behind her like a cloak and looking to the Elohim before her she spoke the single word that was his name with such wealth of meaning that he knew the image had been fully shared.* Zagon.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 1:01:02 PM)
The tiny flames that licked across her cheek from his fingertips when the vision began were just now returning along their path. While time had passed within the vision, barely a full second has actually transpired atop the building. He offered a warm smile to her then as he drew his hand away and his wings stretched out behind him once more. The updraft of warm air at the edge of the building plucked him from it's edge, carrying him up into the sky once more. When he spoke, his voice still thundered with the might of creation. "Now you too remember what it is that I owe to you, Liaphon. You were a banner of Hope to many, yet you came to me as salvation. All the agony of an eternity in the pit could not steal that memory away from me. You led me to my Brother that day so that I could retake my rightful place in creation. Someday, I hope to return that favor to you."
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 1:05:42 PM)
*She smiles at that, her choral voice as compelling as it had been in the vision of the past, her beauty as perfectly celestial and in this moment it seemed her soul shone just as brightly. Her head falling backwards she gazed up to the stars above.* Then fly with me, for I would feel the shining strength of your present at my side this night.
Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 1:10:40 PM)
His wings flexed, the long sensually tapered feathers caving in to hold onto the warmest currents of air and keep him aloft. The wings were nearly invisible against the black tapestry of the night, yet his form remained a golden halo of rightousness. From within that celestial inferno he reached out to her, offering his hand in the role of the noble benefactor his house was created to be. "I would have it no other way."
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 1:11:38 PM)
(that's a perfect place to end it!)
Sophie Willows (Sep 3, 2010 1:11:40 PM)
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Omen OOC (Sep 3, 2010 1:16:48 PM)
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