Fantasy A War of Kings And Princes [First Iteration]

[Eldarkon]

"Sorry my king, but I'm afraid that only I can do this task. And I must do it alone". Michael was the only one that stood a chance against Tabhur was again freed. Any other angel would be destroyed under his sheer strength. More angels on the mission would be liabilities and get in his way. "Of course Gabriel. I will follow the light, as all angels should. However, if I am not back within the week, assume that I am dead" he then gave a long pause as he was lost in thought "Am prepare for the worst". And with that, Michael then left Gabriel back to his own devices

Rising from the platform, Michael made his way to his personal castle to arm himself. Every royal angel lived in higher luxury than the average angel, since they had more authority and class. And although Michael's castle was not as magnificent as the Castle of the Rulers, It was still far more beautiful and complex than any of the castles in the middle realm.

Landing on the marble platform just outside his quarters, Michael walked down the steps to his personal armory, located in the heart of his Castle. Arriving there, thousands of weapons were on display, each of them unique. There were weapons made by almost every type of intelligent being. Swords from Giants, daggers from dwarves, pikes from Angels, scythes from demons, and shields from men. The list went on and on, but Michael did not come for weapons from his display collection. he disarmed more powerful and ancient weapons.

Grabbing a weapon from his display collection, he thrusted it into a small opening in the floor below. A spell was activated, and a blue aura lit up the intricate designs of his collection room. The floor then split open, revealing about a dozen swords and pikes, four sets of armor, 3 shields, an ax and some magical accessories. Michael went for his usual gear, which was his Demon slayer sword and his Omega Plate armor. But his mission was no ordinary mission. He was dealing with a powerful, probably the most powerful demon, an old enemy. He then grabbed a red crystal necklace and a golden bracelet, each containing a special ability. The necklace was a demon detector of sorts, glowing a brighter red the closer the wearer was to a demon. He would need this, since he did not remember where he imprisoned the slumbering titan The golden bracelet was made to mask his angelic power from anyone that would identify him. After all, Michael was fully aware that the middle realm had some powerful sorcerers and magicians, and he didnt need to be identified. ​

After equipping himself, Michael then thought for a moment. This mission could decide the fate of all angels and demons, and could potentially start a war. He needed to be sure that his greatest enemy was not a threat to him, or his angel brothers. Sprouting his 6 magnificent armored wings, Michael thrusted himself out of his armory and above his castle, the spell activating and floor closing beneath him. turning in the air, he then flew downwards to the middle realm with great speeds, making a purple streak in the sky. He was flying at high speeds now, with clouds blinding his vision. When he was clear of them, he then saw the breathtaking view of the middle realm in its full glory. Seeing a castle in the distance, Michael though that it would be a good place to start his search. He knew that humans could be resourceful, and he would blend in perfectly with his sword and armor. Landing just outside the castle bridge, Michael made his way into the rulers abode. He never really payed attention to the rulers of the middle realm, so he had no idea of what to expect

Quantum Leek BDark SecondBreaking ​

 

[SecondBreaking]

Cain lived in a humble home. It was nothing grand, and that was something that he cherished dearly. This was the only plain thing in his entire life, this home of his. Everyone knew where he lived, but most did not disturb him while he stayed here, for they knew that something about this place was special to him. It served to humble them, in a sense. To know that their grand leader, who wore silver armor and golden trim, lived in the most average of houses.

​

Cain did not live in the castle at the top of the hillside. Instead, that was made into a barracks where his soldiers could rest in relative luxury, and a hospital for those too poor to pay for a healer to personally attend to them. At the desk where Cain was currently working, he was reading and signing legal documents regarding alliances between him and other factions, and reading letters from his followers who daily updated him about the situation that the middle realm was in. So far his influence grew daily as people saw his benevolence shown through his followers' kindness. Those who asked for an alliance, those who wished to retain their own selfish influence over their lands were denied. Cain did not have allies, he had people that he protects, and those that he needs to protect his people from. Alliances are made between greedy men for greedy purposes who only want to expand their own influence and power.

Eldarkon
Cain heard a knock at the door. Probably another influx of letters. He sighed in exhaustion, but stood up and smiled as he opened the door. He recognized the maid who had knocked on the door, but not the man who stood behind her. He wore armor and had a sword strapped to his side. He also wore a red necklace that seemed to hum softly with magic. Cain was the only human who could sense this magic that he knew of, and he didn't wish to startle the maid, who obviously didn't know that the man that stood behind her was an angel. He nodded politely to the maid, who beamed at him and swiftly turned to leave the two men alone.

Cain then nodded at the armored man in acknowledgement, and with charisma that would overwhelm any human, he stepped to the side and held his hand out, gesturing the man to walk inside. "Please, all are welcome here. We can talk inside."

 

[Eldarkon]

Walking through the castle gates, Michael discovered that the fortress was filled with human soilders. Their wasent any grand throne room, nor any master quarters. All that there was were rows of houses made of brick and stone, presumably where the soilders lived. Confused and a little annoyed, Michael decided to find the owner of this castle. "You, solider" he said in his deep booming commanding voice to a solider walking by "Tell me, who is your lord". The solider looked confused and a little frightened "our lord is Cain" he said "but he does not abide here". "What?!" Michael thought to himself "what type of lord dosent live in his own castle?". He then looked at the solider and gave a long sigh "do you know where I could find him?" He said in a more comfortable tone. "He lives in the village down the hillside, in the house by the riverbank". Michael then thanked the strange solider, and then left the castle to search for this strange ruler.

Arriving at the house that the solider described, Michael came to a simple home. It wasent even to the same luxury as the houses in the castle, and those would be considered slums in the Aether. Knocking on the door, Michael was greeted by a human woman, a maid of some sorts. "Excuse me madam, but I have come to speak with lord Cain on an urgent matter". The woman smiled, and Michael smiled back. The woman then lead him inside and knocked on another door. Then the long awaited Cain stepped out, and Michael was finally in relief. However, he was also a bit perplexed. This human felt different. Michael was sure that he wasent an angel nor a magician, but he gave off a unique energy. Althought not as powerful as himself, this man had enough power to be a captain of an elite Angel squad. Michael was impressed, and he wanted to know more about this human. And judging by the emotions that he felt from him, he knew that his identity as an angel had been discovered. "Thank you my lord" he said as he stepped into his office "we have much to talk about"
​

SecondBreaking

 

[Loki777]

Mihr had heard of the Archangel of war leaving to go see Tabhur. In actuality Mihr would have liked to have joined him, to have ensured his safety. Mihr remembered the battle that occurred with Tabhur, regarding the magicians. Mihr wished that he had been as strong as he was now, so he could have been much more effective. That day was a rather sad day, many Magicians ended up loosing their lives...many people and beings died. Mihr couldn't help but picture the scene vividly in his mind. Tabhur...slaughtering groups of people, some that Mihr knew personally others not so much, still important lives never the less. He knew that Michael had good reason to see what was going on with Tabhur, as Tabhur was and still is extremely dangerous. But what could possibly happen anyway? Wasn't Michael practically the only one who could tree Tabhur, and if such was true why would he have a reason too? Mihr knew that if Tabhur broke out of his imprisonment a war was quite likely to break out among angels and demons again. That would be a disaster on many levels. The angels needed to keep Aether, it was for the best after all. After all the demons had done Mihr had basically begun to believe that most of them were unfit for rule. He also knew that if the Demons won, the angels would most likely be severely punished and be thrown into a similar circumstance that the demons were in currently, except much much worse.. Mihr merely sighed a bit at the thought, as he looked around the vault he was currently inside of.

All around Mihr were various relics, many were quite old, even out existing him numerically year wise. A blue glow would envelop a relic from time to time as he moved them across the vault. He was currently organizing them by age, Mihr could tell exactly what year they were created and last use through the helpful use of his magic. His analytical magic was actually quite helpful. If there was anything that his magic wouldn't let him identify he could usually seek the Archangel of Intelligence, who could almost always clarify for him, though those instances were few and spread out. He continued to sort for what seemed for hours on end, until all the relics were sorted to his liking Then Mihr would apparate out of the vault, but not before sealing such, as if anyone who shouldn't be in there got inside there could be some serious problems as a result. Mihr wasn't really sure what he would do now, as his duties for the day were complete ateast to his knowledge, if he was needed naturally he'd come right away diligently, but nothing like that seemed to be happening. For now Mihr would merely look around the Aether, and admire the craftsmanship that had gone into such..

 

[SecondBreaking]

"I suppose we do, it is not very often that one of your kind visits the Middle Realm without any sort of lengthy procession or show of extravagance." Cain said. As Michael entered the room he shut the door and gestured for Michael to sit in a chair nearby. Cain then pulled a chair next to it and proceeded to sit down. "And please, there is no need to call me 'lord'. I am a simple soldier who values the well being of others. Call me Cain." He says this in a warmer, more familiar tone. "What is it that you would like to speak about?"
Eldarkon

 

[augmentedspartan]

Beelzebub

Beelzebub's castle stood out from the rest of the underworld. Instead of having been dug out from the rocks of the land, the palace seemed to have been organically grown. Twisted and veined, the black castle loomed over the red rocks in the valley, catching the eye of anyone passing by. Cyclopean pillars and gargantuan arches adorned the building at odd angles and positions, giving it an impression of being a living creature; some swore that it changed every time they saw it. The interior lacked any form of furniture, and was instead decorated with surreal and disturbing sculptures along the walls. No one was sure what they represented, but the halls seemed to convey a bizarre narrative. Beelzebub was sitting on his throne, although it was hard to call it such, for the shape wouldn't allow any humanoid creature to rest on it, having been designed specifically for Beelzebub's amorphous mass.

A figure materialized in a cloud of smoke and ash, standing in front of Beelzebub, followed by a pillar of fire and brimstome which signaled the arrival of another demon. From a whirlpool of black water a third figure appeared, making it three demons that stood in the Demon Prince's castle.

"Lord Beelzebub," said the first demon, a thin and black humanoid with sooty skin.

"We have news from Asmodeus," continued the second, a literal walking flame. "He has agreed to the deal, and promised a meeting soon."

"How soon?" Asked Beelzebub, his voice slippery and low, reverberating from deep inside of his form.

"He didn't specify. He said he would send an envoy when he was ready," the third demon, vaguely resembling a mixture of an octopus and a wasp, said.

Beelzebub made a sound that could be interpreted as a growl of discontent, but sounded more like the grating of bones on rock. He considered himself to be patient, something he found to be useful at times, but he didn't liked to be left waiting like he was asking for a favor. This was an agreement, and deal that would benefit both of them. In fact, it had been Asmodeus who had asked Beelzebub to partake in this scheme, and Beelzebub had been all but generous and had allowed him participation.

"Very well. Have you yet located Leviathan?"

"Which one?"

"The Leviathan," he said in annoyance. Not only had the beast disappeared countless years ago, but its name had caught on as a moniker for any sea creature of ample size, making the search that more arduous. The irony of not being able to find the biggest sea creature in existence wasn't lost on Beelzebub, and he found it annoying.

"Ah, yes my lord, we are still searching." The demon tried to sound like they were making progress, but in truth they were far from finding the beast.

"Any leads? Are you any closer to finding it?!" There was no masking his anger, which sounded of broken bones and tearing flesh. He had already gotten Behemoth on his side, and Leviathan was the last piece he needed to complete his plan.

"Not yet, my lord, but we have already reached the uncharted areas of the ocean, we are sure to find it soon."

"Find him." Was all he said, his message clear. The three demons, understanding that they had been dismissed, bowed and left the same way they had appeared. He lost no time pondering about this delay, he still had much to do. A crack opened on the ground, and Beelzebub was sucked into it, bone, flesh and tentacles sinking into a vortex rapidly as he was transported away, the crack closing in after him. He appeared the same way on a plane in the Middle Realm, his shape morbidly shooting out from the ground. The area around him was barren and dead, no animals dared walk this desolated earth, for it was one of the places where Beelzebub had previously been summoned, a ritual that always had a negative impact on the surrounded area, and more often than not on the summoner themselves. Walking, or the shuffling that his form allowed, he looked for any form of life that would allow him to pass unnoticed. Sadly, animals tended to avoid deadlands, so he simply kept going towards his destination.

 

[Damafaud]

Dinah Senade
Rowan Wasteland

The cloud parted below her, giving a view of barren land, void of greenery. It seemed that the wind had blown her into another yet unfamiliar wasteland. Bother, such a dull place she must land in! But her hands was tired and she couldn't control a fierce wind without fainting herself. She momentarily closed her parasol, allowing gravity to pulled her down. The air gently brushed against her cheeks, promising softer voyage the next time she flew.

Her bare feet lightly touch the ground, thinly coated with darkened sands. No more than two steps she had taken when the sound shuffling, slow but steady, came to her direction. She quickly morphed into a lady, contemplating the image of beauty in the incomer's mind, changing, her limbs went slimmer, then pale, quickly became firm under her skin, as the passerby turned out to be-

A demon? Dinah froze at her place. She hadn't met any demon for such a long time. Never for a single moment, she had thought to see another of her kind, much less out of the Underworld after the fall of Satan. And yet, there she was, standing, the essence of beauty as depicted by the demon. How would he reply? How should she? It was one of the rare moment where she had no idea on what to say.

She stood there, mutely.

augmentedspartan

 

[BDark]

The Sacrarium stood mightily above the Caer, devoid of Apprentices and Prodigies for the day, and in its vast courtyard were the Archmage and his Peers, practising the art of hydrokinesis, and before each of them was a bronze vessel from which rose a pillar of water, shifting to their will.

"Very well. You're dismissed." The Archmage called for his students as he let his own water supply, which had morphed into a large floating water sphere, vibrating, drop back into the vessel without spilling a drop. His Peers did the same, but as they turned to leave, he called for one.

"Amaryllis" He called for her as the bronze vessels raised themselves into the air and spilt their supply of water into the small stream close by. He gestured for his student to follow him as he turned and left the courtyard from the door behind him and made his way to the Artefact Library; the chamber where most artefacts were stored.

"I have felt an immensely powerful presence... An enemy... One that I hadn't felt in many years." And for once, as he spoke, his voice shook; perhaps it was fear, for it was a powerful magic that was dark and evil. It was very brief, but he could feel the power of an ancient demon awaking. The Chained One. Tabhur. The monster that had killed so many of his compeers. The demon who shook the earth with his power, and even in his sleep he was strong. Tabhur, the Archmage felt, was still dormant, but not quite, and he knew that if his enemy awoke he would lead a war against the angels and all those who oppose him. The lands would become a slaughterhouse for the innocent and the noble, for Tabhur's bloodthirst was extensive. He shut his eyes in an attempt to manipulate the magic that Tabhur was emanating, or at least get a picture of it, and that he almost did, though very briefly, and he saw broken chains in darkness.

The Archmage stumbled in his wake, almost falling to the ground. His heart was beating fast and his breath trembled, but he regained his composure. He opened a large closet that housed dozens of what seemed like simple wooden staffs; binding staffs. Grabbing one in each hand, he placed them on his belt and turned to face his student.

Quantum Leek

 

[augmentedspartan]

Beelzebub

Beelzebub remembered this particular deadland, it had been the place of a major summoning many years ago. Dead trees and arid earth, that was all that remained from what used to be an expansive forest; not even the insects set foot in the place. The neighboring city, having been aware of the summoning at the time, did short work on the cult, but didn't dare touch any land desecrated by Beelzebub, and had instead ignored it altogether. A shame, really, for he was in need of a host, a human preferably, and would have to reach the settlement by foot, or well, by shuffling tentacles. Not a slow task my any means, for his ever morphing mass allowed him quite some dexterity and speed, but he would have rather go unnoticed in the Middle Realm. Last time he caught someone's attention he had had to deal with an entire army, and he would much rather not spread any more miasmas for now. Who knew when he would need more humans.

As he advanced, he noticed a shape descend onto the ground far away, hidden by the corpses of trees. Eventually he reached a clearing and could see the figure in full, and was taken aback. It was twisted, corrupted and coiled, a wonderful sight. It looked very similar to the figures that adorned his castle. Too similar. Shifting closer, and growing to twice the figure's height, he loomed over it and inspected it. He knew every single demon by memory under his command, and knew exactly which ones had been in his domain, but this one he had never seen, and Beelzebub was consumed by suspicion.

"Who are you?", he asked, his voice venomous and full of distrust.

Damafaud

 

[Quantum Leek]

Amaryllis​

Some might have said that magic was art; manipulating the delicately twisting lines and power and forming them into something constructive. To Amaryllis, magic was life. Life wasn't art. It had its ups and downs, it had pitfalls and failures, but if approached correctly, it could bring precisely what one wanted--or needed. Magic was the means and the end. Magic was the path she walked and the end destination she was intending to find. But, for today, magic was meditation.

She stood in the courtyard with her master, the Archmage, and the others. Her control over elementals still left much to be desired, but she channeled her energy, hanging in a state of concentration that was very nearly removed from consciousness. Few things could break her concentration when she was deep in the magic--but one of those things was her master's voice giving a dismissal. She released the water, letting it sink back into the basin, feeling more disappointed than relieved. Perhaps she would continue without the others.

Amaryllis half intended to ask the Archmage to allow her to practice on her own, but she was saved the trouble. He called her name, holding her back from the others as they left. She looked up to see him motion to her, and collected her glaive wordlessly to follow him. Her interest was piqued when they reached the artefacts library and began to speak to her of a presence he had sensed. It wasn't the words that stuck in her mind, though. It was the way his voice sounded when he said them. It quivered, as if just feeling that unnamed enemy was a strain--or just the thought of it stirred up fear, when she had never known her master to be afraid of anything. She might have asked who--or what--this enemy was, but she held her tongue as he shut his eyes in concentration, waiting; she could feel the magic he invoked, stretching out his senses, and then--

Her eyes widened as he stumbled, as if the very ground had lurched beneath his feet.

"Master--!" Amaryllis took half a step forward. She wasn't easy to startle, wasn't easy to worry, but she felt both of those things as she reached out to help him regain his balance.

Whatever this enemy of his was, it had enough power to turn him to a state she had never seen before--without even being present. She waited until he was still again, until he drew two--two--binding staffs from the closet and turned to her, before she spoke.

"What is this foe, master?" Amaryllis asked, her voice even, in spite of the uneasiness she felt. Her eyes flicked over the staffs he now wore on his belt and she wondered. She knew what they were for, in theory, and the fact that he had retrieved them implied certain things about his plans. Firstly, that he intended to bind whatever power he spoke of. Secondly, that he might very well intend to take her with him.

In spite of the tingling of fear she felt at facing something that could make her master stagger and lose his composure, she couldn't help but feel some pride at the prospect. It was a high compliment, if that was what he intended.

BDark

 

[BDark]

"My dear, there are no formalities between us outside the class." The Archmage responded to her calling him master, his voice now young once more and strong, then proceeded to answer her question. "It is a demon that goes by the name of Tabhur. As you may have heard before, I've only once ever fought alongside an angel, and that angel was Michael. We fought Tabhur together and we defeated him; we bound him to the earth, but now he's waking... And he's very powerful. I will attempt to hold him down until Michael reaches us."
As he finished, he turned and saw behind him, in the middle of the Library, a wooden block with two crystals embedded in it, revolving tranquilly, and the two crystals were glowing, one red and one blue. For a moment, Calder stared at the artefact in astonishment; an angel and a demon in the Middle Realm at the same time, and both so powerful...

He marched to where a handful of scrolls were kept in brackets on a wall and pulled two of them out. Spreading the first of the scrolls on the table before him, he muttered an incantation, and ancient text appeared on the parchment before him like it was freshly burnt in. Calder sighed in relief and rolled the scroll, the text fading away, before spreading the next one. He muttered a similar incantation and a different text of the same script appeared in the same manner. The Archmage's face turned stern and he rolled the scroll away. Snapping his fingers, the two scrolls returned to their place before he turned to face Amyrillis.

"We have two visitors. One of them is Michael the Archangel. There's no danger there." He explained sternly, "The other is a powerful demon of the Underworld; an aquaintance of Satan that goes by the name of Beelzebub. Tabhur's brother... Although I do not know what he seeks."

Tapping into the magic of the world, Calder located the demon that he sought.
"I will go see him now. Come with me if you wish, but be careful, and bring yourself a Wind Cloak."
He gestured towards a large closet and its doors flew open, revealing a wide range of Wind Cloaks; there were different colours and different symbols and engraving, and each Cloak had its own properties and magical abilities aside from flight; some of them enhanced Necromancy, others allowed for fire resistance or water breathing, and some of them provided immunity for illusionary magic altogether.

The Archmage gestured with his index and middle fingers on his left hand, moving his hand in a circular motion. A few metres before him a blue liquid-like outline was formed, shaping a circle, and in it a portal appeared.

"Be careful." He whispered to his apprentice before shooting across the room and through the portal, appearing on the other side, landing softly with the help of his Wind Cloak in a desolate land. Beelzebub had been summoned here before, he could tell. Making a gesture with his right hand, he saw a trail following where the demon had gone, though his Peer wouldn't have been able to see it.

Quantum Leek

 

[Quantum Leek]

Amaryllis​

In spite of the fact that he brushed away the title she gave him, Amaryllis was almost positive she couldn’t bring herself to call him anything less. It wasn’t that she didn’t know his first name or had anything in particular against it. Just that it seemed… incorrect. Instead, she listened to his explanation of what it was that had him so unsettled. A demon by the name of Tabhur. She had heard the name before—and she had heard something of the tale, though wasn’t truly familiar with the details. How could she be, having not been there herself? It was well before her time. Now, it seemed, he would wake. The thought of such a creature free in the world certainly was not a comforting one. Anything that could bring such a response from the Archmage wasn’t something she wanted to meet. But in light of that fact, she wasn’t going to let him go on his own.

She watched, quietly pensive, as he worked his magic. Her face was impassive, as it generally was, but her eyes were keenly aware of everything happening. When he turned his attention back to her it was to tell her that both the Archangel Michael and the demon Beelzebub were both there, in the Middle Realm with them—ad that he was going to seek out the demon himself to discern his purpose.

Amaryllis had never crossed paths with an angel, let alone a demon, and that morning she hadn’t had any short-term plans to do so. Fate, it seemed, had other plans. If he was going, she was going—luckily he even allowed for as much, requiring only that she use some caution and bring with her a Wind Cloak. She nodded, still wordless. This was no time for words beyond those required for action. Instead she turned toward the closet of cloaks as he opened it.

There was one that called to her; pale yellow with a full hood, and it seemed to reach out to her before she reached out to it. She brushed her fingers over it before picking it out and casting it over her shoulders. It secured itself, settling without any effort. She turned in time to receive the quiet warning from her teacher and met his gaze seriously, nodding once. She didn’t take the situation lightly—indeed, she never took things lightly—and she didn’t want him to think she did.

“Of course.” Was all she said before she followed him through the portal.

The Sacrarium vanished, and instead they were in a barren world that reeked of dark magic. Amaryllis crinkled her nose. The magic had been cast long ago, but it still made the hair on her arms stand up. She pulled her hood over her head and it adjusted itself around her horns without effort. She looked up at the Archmage, an unspoken question on her face: What, next?

BDark

 

[BDark]

As his apprentice appeared beside him and the portal closed, he gestured with his head for her to follow him, and raised a finger to his lips to indicate quiet. The Archmage then rose a few inches above the ground, floating silently, following the path which he had summoned. He glanced beside him at his Peer then back to the path before him. There was not a single sound except for their cloaks quietly billowing as they floated silently through the barren lands.

They came to a forest, though many of the trees were fallen, and he saw that the path seemed to get more... Powerful, perhaps, would be the right word. There were no living creatures in this part of the land; not even an insect.... Except, he noticed, for a single fly, and that intrigued him, for he knew that the demon he sought was close by.

As he neared a clearing in the accursed forest, Calder whispered for his Peer to be swift and careful, for he knew not what the demon would do once he saw the two Caerians. Then, floating into the clearing and dropping slightly closer to the grass, he called out for the demon.
"Beelzebub!" The Archmage's voice was powerful and dangerous, but there was no fury in it or fear, only care and suspicion. "What brings you to this realm once more? You have not been summoned. What is it that you seek?"

As he spoke, the Archmage's eyes drifted past the mass of flesh and tentacles to a demon that stood beyond him; she didn't seem like a threat, and he saw her hair turn lighter in colour; golden and white, and her eyes were becoming more reptilian and blue as well. He blinked, and he saw the demon in her true form; a walking shadow, for the Archmage had learned to counter these illusions.

It was the Shadow Lady. He knew very little about her, and more about her brother, for he kept records of those demons who live within the Middle Realm.

Quantum Leek Damafaud augmentedspartan

 

[Loki777]

As Mihr continued to Mihrly look around the Aether, until he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Mihrly could sense an extreme dark aura coming from the middle realm...and was there a strong flocculation of magic suddenly? Mihr knew that he had to check out whatever was going on down in the middle realm. There was a protocol for him to leave, he would send a signal to all the other archangels that he would be departing from the Aether to check out what was going on. He would then walk to the edge of what would be considered The Aether. Mihr would gaze along the sky one last time, before he himself would open up a portal, his robes dropping blue sparks, as his symbols on his robes lit up with a mystical blue hue. He would walk through the portal confidently to the location where he had felt the presences.

Magic based travel could give off an odd feeling sometimes, though Mihr believed he had gotten over all such feelings through experience. As he felt his body phase through, being transported through the portal, Mihr would see a vision he wasn't expecting at all...He could see Tabhur, breaking out of his chains.. The sight was quite disturbing to Mihur and it almost unnerved him as it forced him to remember the magicians who had been slaughtered.. Mihr always thought highly of the magicians and the Archmage. The Archmage's abilities were extremely impressive, even compared to Mihr's own. Mihr knew that if the angels needed another powerful magic user the Archmage would be someone to go to when they were in need. Mihr saw the astral colors flying past him once he fully finished going through the portal and what not, only to come out to the other side, not too far away from the mage, the student, and the two demons.

The dark feeling intensified as the angel looked at Beelzebulb. "Beelzebulb, what are you doing here, in this realm?, Mihr would exclaim as he looked at the demon. Beside the demon he could see some one he was pretty sure had to be another demon...but he couldn't tell...she looked so beautiful....she was intoxicating to look at... Mihr had to refocus surely this was some form of magic. He would divert his gaze from her as not to come under the influence. Mihr would then look over at the Archmage and Amaryllis. "Hello, Archmage Calder Dullahan!, Its a pleasure to see you again."The archangel of magic stated, though the last time he had seen the Archmage they hadn't been under the best circumstances with the whole war to fight and what not. He would then look back at Beelzebulb with a glare, that wasn't visible under his robes really....

 

[Quantum Leek]

Amaryllis​

Amaryllis fell into place behind the Archmage, stepping off the ground and letting her cloak carry her. She took his sign for quiet to heart, not making a noise. Though she was hardly one for idle chit-chat or pointless noise, in any case, but this situation seemed all the more serious. The ground blurred below their feet, and she could feel the wrongness of the place. It didn’t sit right in her stomach. An unplaced sensation of impending doom. Perhaps that was what it always felt like to draw near to a demon; she was inexperienced on that point and wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted more experience.

In spite of the unsettled sensation that stirred in her stomach, she wore a stony face with no hint of her unease showing through. She followed closely behind her master, giving a nod of understanding at his final words of caution before they dropped into the clearing. What awaited them there was, if possible, worse than the feeling of implacable dread. It was a shift roiling mass of shadows and glowing eyes.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of the demon; she clenched her fists at her sides and hovered just behind the Archmage, attentive and on high-alert. There was another demon there, as well—less dark, less powerful, but a demon all the same. Amaryllis kept her serpentine eyes on the both of them, but focused on the greater threat as the Archmage called out to Beelzebub.

Before the demon could respond, however, there was another burst of power, another joining their company. But this one burned brightly with nearly divine light. An angel. The first she had ever seen. The Archangel Michael, perhaps? The one that the Archmage had spoken of? He did greet her master, indicating that they had met previously, but gave no word of his own identity. This was far from a good time to ask, however, so Amaryllis kept her lips knit and her eyes sharp.

 

[Damafaud]

Dinah Senade
Rowan Wasteland

Oh, why must fate be so cruel to her? Her impassive, charming smile almost faltered when a human- no, a mage and another mage appeared more sudden than the disappearance of spring. They wouldn't trouble her normally, but she felt their stare, deep into her guise, penetrating her gift. How dare they to ignore her illusion! She, who had lived among the mermaids as one of them without being found. She, who had tricked giants, angels, and demons alike, was found by mere humans! Absolutely scandalous! Outrageous! Revolting!

Behind her illusion, she can hear the mage voice, resonating through the air with power great enough to be compared with a siren's screech. Did he just call the demon Beelzebub? As ignorant as she was, of course she knew about him. Really, she had taken the time and effort to memorise everyone worthy to be memorised. She felt a tingle on her skin just as he spoke, and to her dismay, an angel appeared, as sudden as the appearance of the two mages. She recognised him as Mihr, the archangel of... magic? or is it knowledge? He greeted the older mage as archmage Calder Dvllahan. She had heard the name mentioned once or twice, but that would mean that she was worse off than she originally thought. Much worse.

Bother, such a lively place she must land in!

She ran her fingers through her hair, letting her eyes sweep the gathering as she did so. The big league, her brother would call it. And she was stuck in one. "My, my. What an interesting party we have here. Lord Beelzebub, " she gave him a courteous bow, a smile on her pretty face, whatever his definition of pretty is. "And of course, of Archangel Mihr, I have heard of great many things," her hand stretched forward in an offering gesture toward him. A sudden wind blew by, exposing the face of the angel as the hood was blown open.

"Last but not least, we have here Archmage Calder Dvllahan... and apprentice, " the last word was spoken with disdain, no worse than if someone mentioned the death of a fly. Mere annoyance. After a moment of silence, she broke into a laugh, a true, crystal clear, captivating laugh.

"Oh, silly of me. I've forgotten about myself. Depending on who you ask, they may call me Ariel, Mary, Queen Alice, mistress.. but I am known mostly as Lady Shadow. Shadow, if you really must. "

augmentedspartan BDark Loki777 Quantum Leek

 

[augmentedspartan]

Beelzebub

Beelzebub's many eyes were focused on both the demon in front of him, as well as on the two Caerians, with several more forming and looking at the arriving angel. This was exactly why he avoided moving out in the open. He recognized two of the four figures, Mihr and the Archmage, but he had never seen either the demon nor the second mage. Beelzebub prided himself in his ability to gain and use information for his goals, and not knowing who he was facing was quite unpleasant, mostly with the demon who resembled the shapes from his castle, something he knew shouldn't be possible. Transformation magic was in use, either that or illusions, but either way he didn't like being deceived, much less by a lower demon.

"The deadlands are my domain," he said, both to Mihr and the Archamge. "You would be wise to leave." He had no interest in starting a conflict, even if he had the environmental advantage. A couple of Caerians weren't a deadly threat to him, but an Archmage paired with an Archangel could complicate things, more so if he took into account the unknown intentions of the illusionist. Lady Shadow, the name brought a face into his mind, or the shadow of one. Noble Demon. Lower class. Not a threat to him or his plans as far as he was concerned, but he was still bothered by her appearance. As beautiful as it was in his many eyes, she shouldn't be able to know those figures, much less turn into one. Advancing towards her, the skin of his body startled to ripple, before it burst and a swarm of flies crawled out of his body. Big, hairy, and rotting flies filled the air, carrying plague and disease to those around him. This wasn't an attack, but rather a threat to the mages and the angel. Leave now.

"How is it that you know of this shape? he asked her, looming over her menacingly.

 

[BDark]

I'll take care of this. Leave me to my own devices, if you please. The Archmage telepathically spoke to Mihr; even though they were acquaintances, he knew that the angel would stand in his way if he had to battle, and even in his telepathic voice he was mildly annoyed. Giving the Shadow Lady a brief contemptuous look, he glanced at his student before Beelzebub cast a most horrid curse.

His skin tore and an army of flies escaped it, and the Archmage, quick in his reflexes, raised his hands immediately, casting a shield between the two sorcerors and the flies. He watched silently as Beelzebub shuffled towards the other demon. He's never had any trouble with Beelzebub, and he didn't intend to, but one of his hands slid to a binding staff in his belt. Of course, the ones he had taken were quite weak, and using them on one as powerful as Beelzebub, even the two at once, would only hold him back for no more than a couple of seconds before shattering, but he wasn't sure of the Shadow Lady's power.

Glancing once again at his student, his eyes told her to be cautious and ready to defend herself or attack should the need arise. Facing the demon once more, his eyes met a pair of Beelzebub's that were present on his shifting back.... If one could call it that.



Quantum Leek Damafaud augmentedspartan

 

[Damafaud]

Dinah Senade
Rowan Wasteland

Her parasol twirled in her hand, creating a small cocoon of wind around her. The sight of flies hovering out of Beelzebub was disturbing, to say the least. But a matter of more urgent nature distracted her from the ugly, hideous flies. Namely, the demon lord looming angrily at her. Such a threat! The scowl was a piece of art, one that will send a shiver down the spine of any beast. Not that she would show any reaction to give him the satisfaction.

"But of course, my lord. We lesser demons have our own tricks to survive this cruel, wicked world, " she gave him a disarming smile, practically grinning from ear to ear. Her sound was barely audible behind her cocoon of air and buzzing of flies. "Desires of beauty. A gift I am born with and sense I have honed, one that will allow me to let people see their ideals of beauty. Is it not a useful tool for survival? " She gave him another smile. A flick of her finger blown a small array of flies toward the Archmage and his apprentice.

"But do we not have a more urgent problem at hand? Mainly, these mages and angel. While I in no way doubt the power of my Lord, it will not do for two Royal Demon to be captivated, would it? " A glimpse of amusement flashed behind her eyes, but it disappeared as sudden as its appearance.

"Let us put this petty squabbling on hold. I offer you, my lord, a favour. "

BDark Loki777 Quantum Leek augmentedspartan

 

[Quantum Leek]

Amaryllis​

A brief internal argument raged in Amaryllis’ head. On the one hand, she was standing—though perhaps not literally—in the midst of a problem that was considerably bigger than her, and more powerful than any threat she had faced before. On the other hand, she had spent her life more or less without true threats; practice and study very rarely had catastrophic consequences in the case of failure, so it was hardly stating much to claim this threat was bigger than anything in her past. But in spite of that, in spite of the raw power, this was why she had been training to intently. It wasn’t a merely academic pursuit. It was to achieve a practical goal. To follow in her master’s footsteps and take up his mantle when he was through with it—and that meant facing angels and demons head on and not writhing and flinching in the face of them. Yes, she was more afraid than she had ever been in her life. But that wasn’t going to stop her from committing wholly to her purpose there.

Amaryllis steeled herself, adjusted her grip on her glaive and held the weapon to one side at a battle-ready stance. This was just one more test.

The lesser demon, if she could be trusted, addressed the angel as the Archangel Mihr. She knew enough angel-lore to recognize that as the name of the Archangel of Magic. So not Michael at all, then. Two angels and a demon in the Middle Realm; it was practically unprecedented in recent history. The demon went on to greet the Archmage and Amaryllis—if it could be called a greeting—adding suitable disdain to the word apprentice. It didn’t bother Amaryllis. Her face remained calm and impassive. She wasn’t arrogant, but she knew exactly where her capabilities were. The demon had power… but nothing close to what the others there possessed. Perhaps she preferred to hide that behind taunts and honeyed words. Amaryllis tended to avoid words in favor of action, but she was well aware that wasn’t the case with everyone.

Beelzebub’s response to her master was vague—not an answer at all, but half a warning. Instead of provoking hostilities with and of them, however, he turned on his fellow demon. It was unsettling to watch him move. Worse to watch flies spawn from his body. So he didn’t know her, either. Two demons, unattached to each other, both here in the Middle Realms. It seemed a terribly unlikely possibility.

She felt the power from the Archmage before the shield formed. She also felt the annoyance, felt the string he cast toward the Archangel, but couldn’t hear what was said from mind to mind. Her eyes flicked toward her master as he glanced over his shoulder at her and she gave yet another silent nod in response to his unspoken instruction. He didn’t need words—not even psychic ones—to instruct her to be ready; she knew the look and the feel of him. And she was ready. Or as ready as she would ever be.

 

[Eldarkon]

Now that Michael was finally assured that Cain knew of his heritage, there was no use on hiding his face from him. He then sat in the wooden chair and took off his helmet, letting his long black spikey hair down. His pale red eyes looked at Cain with authority and pride, letting him know the difference in their power. He then sat in a relaxed pose "Tell me, what is a ruler of men living in such a low state of being" he said with a chuckle "you humans baffle me". He then switched to a very serious tone "but thats besides the matter. I have something serious that needs your attention." he then gave a pause "its not often that angels, especially Archangels ask for the help of a human. You actually should he honored just to be in my presence" Michael then got to the issue "It has been a long time since I have visited your realm Cain, nearly three thousand years." he then took a short pause "That was because I had to neutralize a great threat that all forms of life faced. even I could not stop it completely, so I sealed it deep in your world" He then rested his chin on his thumb "And I fear that the same threat has awoken once again. Since you are a lord of this world and have vast lands and resources at your fingertips, I thought you could help me locate it. I do not know this world well, so a guide like you would be immensely valuable". Michael then waited for his response

SecondBreaking ​

 

[SecondBreaking]

Cain's eyes narrowed as the angel cast off his disguise, and displayed the typical pompous mannerisms of an angel. He thought after all this time angels would finally learn humility, but alas virtues remain exclusive to the realm of men, a quite ironic thing considering the fact that angels are supposedly the embodiment of purity. The fact that the angel thought it was an honor to just be in his presence was more than enough for Cain to grow even more disgusted towards him. "You say you sealed this threat in our world. This threat was too much to defeat. You see, we are just disposable to you people. You're all just unprincipled fools who fight over some throne that has no true value. We humans- no- we beings of this Middle Realm have lived in prosperity, and we have coexisted for thousands of years. I may have not been around for all that time, but I am here now, and I have seen this. Our world moves closer and closer to peace, while yours constantly fluctuates between chaos and order, you fight the demons in some great war, but never do you strive towards peace. You think it's some "great honor" to come down here and order us around, you act like gods, and treat us like your slaves." Cain stood up from his chair and turned around, facing his desk with his back to Michael. He leaned on the desk with both hands, hanging his head for a moment, before speaking, and it appeared as if there was some great weight pushing down on his shoulders. He then stood up tall, and his magical presence grew more potent. "I am a testament to the fact that you angels, and you demons are nothing. We will not stand this oppression any longer, my kinsmen have suffered enough of your eternal war. In order to stop this war once and for all, I am declaring that humanity will enter this war, and we will fight on behalf of ourselves. You angels live for so long, you never understand what it means to die. I have seen death all around me, it permeates the very existence of humanity, and we are shaped by this. We value life, unlike you, who would throw the lives of me and my companions away like they were nothing. We will claim the Aether for our own, and we will usher in an era of peace. You can search for this threat on your own." Cain concluded. It was obvious that Cain was adamant about this decision, and his eyes blazed with fury and determination. Cain crossed his arms and spoke again, this time very promptly, yet still respectfully, even after his long speech. "You may leave whenever you please."

Eldarkon

 

[Eldarkon]

Cain's words made Michael fulled with rage. His eyes began to flash, glowing a bright purple. This Cain obviously had no respect for angels or demons, and had no idea of the extent of either of their powers. Michael would try one last time to have him reconsider, thus time with a little force. All that he had to do was to sprout his giant wings and flex his lightning powers to completely destroy his house. He then turned to Cain, who now was before him on the ground "You dare compare yourself to the power of the angels" he said before picking Cain up by the neck "and then threaten us by declaring that the Aether will be yours. You sadly underestimate me and my kin" he then glared at him in anger and tightened his hand around his neck, his sheer power slowly crushing his throat "I already knew you were a fool, but I didn't know you were stupid" but when he heard the man gasping for air, that's when he felt empathy "your a waste of my valuable time" he said, before tossing him to the ground "but if you really want a war, expect no mercy from me and my kin. Your people will die, and I will show no remorse" but before flying away, Michael gave one more deal with Cain "if your willing to take responsibility for your words, I will forget I ever found you. That means you stay out of our war. Make your choice Cain. I don't want to kill you or your people, but I will if it means protecting the throne that I have protected for three thousand years" and with that, Michael flew off with a boom.
While in the clouds, Michael remembered that there was one more person that could help him. It was a surviving wizard that helped him imprison Tabhur. He was known as the Archmage. With his new ally in mind, he flew off to his ally's abode​

SecondBreaking BDark ​

 

[SecondBreaking]

Cain slowly stood, emerging from the wreckage of his home. Surprisingly, Cain was unharmed, and his clothes were also undamaged. Cain looked around him and sighed deeply. The building was beyond repair, and there were very few items left within the wreckage that was actually salvageable. All of the important documents that Cain had signed were reduced to ashes, and more personal letters that he kept safe locked up in his desk were also similarly destroyed. He looked up from the rubble. The area around the small cottage was thoroughly scorched, and Cain saw a charred body lying on the ground in front of where the door once stood. He slowly walked towards the body, and bent to one knee, placing his armored hand on the shoulder of the body. It was the maid who had brought Michael. Cain bowed his head and closed his eyes as grief passed over him, pushing down on him with immense weight.

Some soldiers came, he heard the footsteps in front of him before he looked up. "Are you alright, Cain?" One of them asked. He nodded wordlessly. They were good people, caring more about his well being rather than what happened. His helmet hid his expression, and at times like this he needed it to. He could not afford to let his men see him in such a weakened state. Another asked what happened, and Cain stood, regaining his composure. "A visitor from the Aether came in secrecy. He asked me to do his bidding, and I refused. Unfortunately angels do not understand respect, and act as children do when they are denied what they want." The soldiers looked through the wreckage and found the body. One of the men yelled out in agony, falling to his knees. The man yelled out the name of the girl as he hugged the body close. The others watched with tears in their eyes, one patting the man on his shoulder. Cain just watched the scene from the background. He looked at the corpse once more before turning to leave to the castle barracks. The body was so charred that it was unrecognizable. He couldn't remember her face. Cain turned and left, his white cape flaring behind him in the wind.

 

[Damafaud]

Drevis Senade
Underworld

A marvel. That was he was to the demons he showed himself to. Of course, some of them suspected his illusion, oh how some of them do. Illusion was not in paticular abundance, but it was usually more relatable to low succubus, to the female variation of his kind. He was special, and more so with the pair of wings on his back. But gaining their attention was the easiest part. He glanced back at the red skinned demon shuffling behind him. He may not need him, but precaution was never a waste.

Tracking the location down was a problem, but the right question to the right demon finally gave him the prison. The prison of Tabhur wasn't far from his reach.