03-03-2005, 10:20 PM
Prolouge
Welcom Rafaiel the voice said around him. You are here not because you were faithful, or because you were a good person. You are here to serve eternal penance, for the crime of not believing in God. You will never be allowed into Paradise, but instead your charge is to defend it. Rafaiel cringed at the voice booming in his head, it felt like his skull was going to crack. Maybe it already had.
"What is it you want!?" he screamed at the searing pain welling up inside him. "What do you want!? I'll do anything for the pain to stop!" at long last the pain subsided. Your task will be to defend Paradise from those who would invade it, destroy it. In this task you have no choice. You are of The Unfaithfuls: those who did not worship me in life, but kept your soul morally clean avoiding you the fate of Hell. You will fight our eternal war. Should you chose not to, you go to Hell. It is only by my choice your soul is here. You may have died, but I can kill your soul. Will you fight, what say you? Again the pain started in, but this time it was indescribebly worse. It felt like not only his body,but his soul was being torn apart. After the pain had subsided, Rafaiel awoke to find a pain in his back. Reaching back he felt something soft, something.......feathery. Reaching back in a panic he yanked one of the things out, only to cry sharply. It hurt, it really hurt. Looking at what he had in his fingers, his breath caught. A jet black feather lay in his hand. Again the pain started, almost causing him to lose consiousness. Your body has been trasformed, you now carry the symbol of the Battle Angel. Your wings are black to show your unfaithfulness, your halo is a crescent moon with a sphere inside of it. All who see you will know: you did not worship me. You will fight for eternity until : you die, or, this war ends. You are no longer who you were, you will not need to sleep, eat, rest, or enjoy. You will fight, and fight is all you will do. Your new name will be Malachai. Now, Malachi, my Battle Angel, one of the Unfaithful, your battle has begun.
Malachai, testing his new name, thought about it a moment before responding, "So be it." he answered to the now quiet voice.
_________________ End Prolouge: The Metamorphisis______________
Like I said I came up with this today and haven't had further time to think it out much. But I believe it's a good begining.
Welcom Rafaiel the voice said around him. You are here not because you were faithful, or because you were a good person. You are here to serve eternal penance, for the crime of not believing in God. You will never be allowed into Paradise, but instead your charge is to defend it. Rafaiel cringed at the voice booming in his head, it felt like his skull was going to crack. Maybe it already had.
"What is it you want!?" he screamed at the searing pain welling up inside him. "What do you want!? I'll do anything for the pain to stop!" at long last the pain subsided. Your task will be to defend Paradise from those who would invade it, destroy it. In this task you have no choice. You are of The Unfaithfuls: those who did not worship me in life, but kept your soul morally clean avoiding you the fate of Hell. You will fight our eternal war. Should you chose not to, you go to Hell. It is only by my choice your soul is here. You may have died, but I can kill your soul. Will you fight, what say you? Again the pain started in, but this time it was indescribebly worse. It felt like not only his body,but his soul was being torn apart. After the pain had subsided, Rafaiel awoke to find a pain in his back. Reaching back he felt something soft, something.......feathery. Reaching back in a panic he yanked one of the things out, only to cry sharply. It hurt, it really hurt. Looking at what he had in his fingers, his breath caught. A jet black feather lay in his hand. Again the pain started, almost causing him to lose consiousness. Your body has been trasformed, you now carry the symbol of the Battle Angel. Your wings are black to show your unfaithfulness, your halo is a crescent moon with a sphere inside of it. All who see you will know: you did not worship me. You will fight for eternity until : you die, or, this war ends. You are no longer who you were, you will not need to sleep, eat, rest, or enjoy. You will fight, and fight is all you will do. Your new name will be Malachai. Now, Malachi, my Battle Angel, one of the Unfaithful, your battle has begun.
Malachai, testing his new name, thought about it a moment before responding, "So be it." he answered to the now quiet voice.
_________________ End Prolouge: The Metamorphisis______________
Like I said I came up with this today and haven't had further time to think it out much. But I believe it's a good begining.
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