The Angels & Demons RPG (Story Thread)

[mi is happy]

What streets? Just drive in an north easternly direction. I jump from rooftops to get around. It's worse than walking."
Esm stepped on the gas quickly and began to swerve through the traffic quickly. Many people honked at her, but she didn't care. She finally came to a stop in front of a large dirty camp. She stepped out of the car and smiled one of her few smiles. It was time to dish out some pain. She concentrated slowly and brought forth a black flame.

[Nefieslab]

John jumped out of the car next to Esm, his sword hidden under his clothes. He snuffed out the flame with his hand,
"We wait until we're in the centre of the camp... more people there and more likely to cause a stampede. Agreed?"

[mi is happy]

"We wait until we're in the centre of the camp... more people there and more likely to cause a stampede. Agreed?"
"Fine, fine...." Esm sighed. "I hate waiting, though...." Despite this she began to walk through the camp slowly.

[SoNickSays...]

As Michael and the others stepped into the camp, he began searching for any signs of demons. It was easy to find a demon, with the lump beneath their clothes (usually their swords) and the unusual amount of anger almost pulsating out of them.

Michael stopped dead as he saw a figure at the other side of the large filled covered by tents. It was a creature he was hoping not to be here, as it seemed a low for him. Obviously, word had got out that Michael would be attending this riot.

The chilling demon was known by many on Earth and off Earth as Nero, Satan's favourite Source Demon.

Not far from him was John Baptist, a rising but powerful Source Demon, and Esmeralda, another young Source Demon. Behind Michael were Eliana and Conner. The battle here would be very interesting, and Michael hoped Nero would stay out of it as much as Michael would.

Michael, Eli and Conner continued walking to the three Source Demons, until they were facing each other.

"Nero, Esmarelda, John," Michael said, "I would have thought this little scrapple would be too low for you, Nero. I see I am wrong."

[Nefieslab]

(you want me to reply for Nero as well Nick?)

John looked across the camp at Eliana. He swore in his own mind,

Did the creator really want to torment him forever?

John gritted his teeth and pulled his sword out from under his armour. He held it in his right hand while black fire sprouted along the entire length of his left arm. He walked so that he was facing Conner rather than Eliana. He shook his head and flung his left arm out, letting a large stream of black fire flow from his arm, scorching tents and people alike. He might not want to do this but he had to.

[mi is happy]

Nero, Esmarelda, John," Michael said, "I would have thought this little scrapple would be too low for you, Nero. I see I am wrong."
Esm stiffened. She should have burned the place out. She hated even fights. "Good evening." She smiled and forced her anguish upon the Angels.

[SoNickSays...]

((Nah, it's OK. You have quite a large role with Nero, so I'll be Nero aswell.))

Michael held out his palm under John's head. He quickly summoned the lights of the heavens and sent it above his palm as a sphere. he directed the light to John's eyes, and kept it strong. This caused John to stumble backwards, and the fire on his arm went out quickly.

Michael spun to face the burning camp. He had no way to put out the camp, but it was not the damage that would be the worst part, but instead it was the depression and anger it would cause. Michael summoned upon the White Fires, and drew some from his own reserve of power. He sent it from his open palm like a bullet to some dry grass near the tents. Instantly, the small small of fire grew into a healthy, beautiful flame. It moved against the slowly-spreading Black Fire like it was fighting it. Of course, the size of the Black Fire was greater, therefore it was slowly beating the White Fire.

"Sorry, John, but not this time."

[Nefieslab]

John shook his head,
"Michael... still a crusader?" he slashed forwards with his sword, not near enough for it to hit Michael physically it trailed black fire, burning towards Michael. Before the Michael had even reacted he sent another stream of black fire into the other side of the camp, levelling more tents.

[mi is happy]

Esm smiled and summoned up more fire. She threw it around the camp. The white fire could not last long and soon the Serphs would be engulfed in the flames.

[SoNickSays...]

NERO

Nero watched with a smile on his lips. He adjusted the tie on his beautiful suit, and leaned his weight back on his black cane.

"Oh no, John. Michael is no longer a crusader. No, now he is a protector. he won't hurt you. But, feel free to hurt him. With him gone, they have no hope."

Nero felt inside his seemingly never-ending reserve of power and pulled on some. He looked over to Michael, who had absolutely no shadow. With the power he drew, Nero sent a shadow down to where Michael's should be.

"You know, Michael, they say the conscience is in the shadow. I always thought you have no conscience, but it looks like it's coming back to you."

Nero laughed at Michael's shocked expression. He summoned a shadow of his own and brought it in front of him. he sent a long-distance shadow to the hillside about the camp, and linked the shadow in front of his and that one together. Nero stepped into the shadow in front of him. All that left of him in the area was his echoing voice, which spoke:

"You're a protector, Michael. So go protect."

[Nefieslab]

John growled at Nero's departure,
"Leaving for us to do the fighting..." he shook his head and threw more and more black fire around, trying to not look at Eliana.

[SoNickSays...]

Michael shook his head.

There was no way they could put these fires, so Michael only had one solution: contain them.

Michael raised his hands to the sky.

"Creator, give me strength to battle my powers with the fallen before me."

With that, Michael summoned more power than he had hoped to summon all day and gushed it on light around the campsite. His eyes adjusted perfectly to the light, since most of the time they were made of light. John and Esm, however, did not adjust to this brilliance. Then hid their eyes in their jackets, but there was still a lot of happiness being emitted from the wall of light.

"Help me, Eliana and Conner."

Together, all three of them used the light as a barrier against the fires.

"Shit," Michael gasped as his reserve of power was being drained...

[Nefieslab]

John swore and black fire sprung up around him, making a temporary shield from the light. But it was only temporary. The shield cracked and the light came as a physical attack, flinging him through the air and into a burning tent. He couldn't move, burning timbers trapping him as blood dripped out of his mouth.

[SoNickSays...]

((I'll wait for RB to post to that one... See y'all in the mornin'))

[Nefieslab]

((kk man, rest up ))