Post by bane on Mar 4, 2013 1:18:51 GMT -5
There's word 'round about an uprising coming soon.
I hear there might be trouble, otherwise, this mysterious leader wouldn't seek out different species to work together. Heh, weaklings. They'll all perish anyway.
Azrael had these conversations daily, and normally this one wouldn't be any different, but it still rattled him. The fact that he was talking to someone else inside his own mind was traumatizing enough for him and on top of that, there's word going around of banding together to do something completely unorthodox.
If the rumors are true, then I want in.
You're not the only one, Azrael.
Azrael had conflict with this much like anything in his life. His was a life ruled by duality; literally. The constant battle with his inner self, upon which, he named "Vice", was wearing thin on him and there was no way he was going to let him loose a third time. Not today at least.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
For once, yes. But tell me, considering I'm inside your head, wouldn't that answer always be "yes"?
Azrael scoffed and opened his heavy lids, gazing at the mist that clung close to the surface floor. You couldn't even call this a "ground" if you wanted to, on account of Azrael's location being the "afterlife". Slowly, his eyes trained on the pool in front of him as he knelt down to take a closer look at the glimmering reflection staring blankly back at him. Suddenly, the image started to move as he engaged in yet another conversation with Vice.
Removing the portals so that the beings could roam freely betwixt heaven, Hell, and this barren wasteland? Who would waste such an effort? Wouldn't they have to deal with the Titans that rule these plains?
I'm not quite sure, but whatever. All I know is, I'm thirsty and this water doesn't quite quench it. I also know that you're intending on finding a way to keep me out of your mind, and I can tell you, that's not going to work one bit. All it takes is for one doe, one tiny little creature that can feel the force of my jaws clenching through their flesh, and you're mine once more. The image smirked and stared back at Azrael. Clearly Vice was correct. Azrael couldn't resist the need to fight; to prove himself among the hoards. Hell, that's why he's joining in the first place, albeit the secondary objective to rid his mind of Vice. Azrael lowered his head more and lapped the water gently. The taste was nothing short of stale air, as if he'd never taken a drink at all.
What I want to know is, who's ballsy enough to try and break through Heaven AND Hell. I can understand Heaven, but why Hell? What's the motive here?
Dunno, but there's always an ulterior motive. I'd rather not question it, I'd just rather kill for fun and not have to be chastised by you to do it.
Azrael thought long and hard about this. If he could find the person who headed this whole operation, then he could grab his bearings from there and take up arms. The ulterior motive still bothered him though. Why would anyone want Hell Hounds and Hell Bounds to pass through to Heaven? It just didn't add up, but he was going to get the answers.
I'm going to meet this person, and it's going to be today. I'm not leaving until I do.
Christ. You're shitting me, you're really going to stay here? I'm all for the fight man, but I'm also antsy. Let's fucking do this already. I want blood.
And so, Azrael sat on his hind legs, swishing his tail from one end to the other while his eyes slowly closed shut. Meditation was the only way to keep the demon, Vice, at bay for the moment; at least until Azrael could start getting answers. With ears perked, and haunches flexed, Azrael was ready for anything, and waiting for one thing; This group's leader.
I hear there might be trouble, otherwise, this mysterious leader wouldn't seek out different species to work together. Heh, weaklings. They'll all perish anyway.
Azrael had these conversations daily, and normally this one wouldn't be any different, but it still rattled him. The fact that he was talking to someone else inside his own mind was traumatizing enough for him and on top of that, there's word going around of banding together to do something completely unorthodox.
If the rumors are true, then I want in.
You're not the only one, Azrael.
Azrael had conflict with this much like anything in his life. His was a life ruled by duality; literally. The constant battle with his inner self, upon which, he named "Vice", was wearing thin on him and there was no way he was going to let him loose a third time. Not today at least.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
For once, yes. But tell me, considering I'm inside your head, wouldn't that answer always be "yes"?
Azrael scoffed and opened his heavy lids, gazing at the mist that clung close to the surface floor. You couldn't even call this a "ground" if you wanted to, on account of Azrael's location being the "afterlife". Slowly, his eyes trained on the pool in front of him as he knelt down to take a closer look at the glimmering reflection staring blankly back at him. Suddenly, the image started to move as he engaged in yet another conversation with Vice.
Removing the portals so that the beings could roam freely betwixt heaven, Hell, and this barren wasteland? Who would waste such an effort? Wouldn't they have to deal with the Titans that rule these plains?
I'm not quite sure, but whatever. All I know is, I'm thirsty and this water doesn't quite quench it. I also know that you're intending on finding a way to keep me out of your mind, and I can tell you, that's not going to work one bit. All it takes is for one doe, one tiny little creature that can feel the force of my jaws clenching through their flesh, and you're mine once more. The image smirked and stared back at Azrael. Clearly Vice was correct. Azrael couldn't resist the need to fight; to prove himself among the hoards. Hell, that's why he's joining in the first place, albeit the secondary objective to rid his mind of Vice. Azrael lowered his head more and lapped the water gently. The taste was nothing short of stale air, as if he'd never taken a drink at all.
What I want to know is, who's ballsy enough to try and break through Heaven AND Hell. I can understand Heaven, but why Hell? What's the motive here?
Dunno, but there's always an ulterior motive. I'd rather not question it, I'd just rather kill for fun and not have to be chastised by you to do it.
Azrael thought long and hard about this. If he could find the person who headed this whole operation, then he could grab his bearings from there and take up arms. The ulterior motive still bothered him though. Why would anyone want Hell Hounds and Hell Bounds to pass through to Heaven? It just didn't add up, but he was going to get the answers.
I'm going to meet this person, and it's going to be today. I'm not leaving until I do.
Christ. You're shitting me, you're really going to stay here? I'm all for the fight man, but I'm also antsy. Let's fucking do this already. I want blood.
And so, Azrael sat on his hind legs, swishing his tail from one end to the other while his eyes slowly closed shut. Meditation was the only way to keep the demon, Vice, at bay for the moment; at least until Azrael could start getting answers. With ears perked, and haunches flexed, Azrael was ready for anything, and waiting for one thing; This group's leader.