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Post by METATRON on Oct 10, 2009 7:31:21 GMT 9.5
For the longest time, Metatron had not understood why people cared about the bodies of the dead. True, there were rules to be observed with regards to them, but beyond that, he did not gather why mortals placed such significance. A dead body was like an old shirt. The important part, the soul, was gone. As long as the proper rules were observed, what did the body matter? But after spending some time on Earth ,Metatron came to understand why cemetaries were places of such reverence and fear.
He stood before a small tombstone. The words had long since been washed away, and there were no flowers on it. The man's shell had become dust long ago. Metatron reached down and put a hand on some weeds that were growing over the grave. Suddenly, they were flowers. A small kindness, but it was what he could do for the memory of a man who had died a century ago in a war that most people now knew almost nothing about.
Metatron stood up, turning to leave the cemetery, but he paused when he felt a presence. He stopped walking and waited. [/blockquote] |
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 10, 2009 7:53:42 GMT 9.5
Dementis strolled through the graveyard, looking at all the graves, as he liked to do sometimes. It, for some strange reason, made him feel good. Some of them, he'd had a hand in. Others, he hadn't.
He stopped at a grave and stared down at it. "]You were my favorite. So....easy. Not only did my work cause you to take your own life, but you took 12 others beforehand...."
He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He started walking toward the exit. He wasn't alone, and he wanted to know who his...company...was.
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Post by METATRON on Oct 10, 2009 8:12:31 GMT 9.5
Metatron did a quick sweep of his visitor with his omniscience. It told him what he wanted to know about him. "Dementis," Metatron greeted him. Demon of Insanity. Normally, I would insult you, but words are wasted on one too insane to understand them. But have no fear, Dementis. When His Kingdom comes, even your sins may be forgiven and your mind may once again be made whole. Or you could side with Lucifer to the last. In that case, you shall join him in the Lake of Fire."
Metatron picked a long stick off of the ground and held it in one hand. Suddenly, the stick changed. It straightened, grew slightly, and turned into some sort of dark metal, engraved with words too small for mortal eyes to read. Metatron leveled the end of it at the demon. "Perhaps I should introduce myself. Or would you rather guess?
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 10, 2009 8:23:09 GMT 9.5
Dementis yawned; not a real yawn, just one of those fake, insulting ones. "Oh, you are so predictable...." Dementis muttered. "Don't you angels sing a different tune? Oh, right...you can't, can you?"
He smiled, attempting to read the mind of this stranger. To find out what he needed to know, and then some.
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Post by METATRON on Oct 11, 2009 17:11:17 GMT 9.5
Metatron felt Dementis trying to read his mind. An ordinary angel could not have noticed it. But Metatron had some extraordinary abilities. One in particular came in very handy. He erected a sort of shiled around his mind, deflecting Dementis' telepathy back at the demon. The Demon of Insanity would find himself reading the most twisted, disturbed mind he had ever encountered: his own.
Sure, Metatron thought as he turned the demon's power back on him. I am the predictable one. It was not very satisfying, really. But Dementis' reaction might be amusing. |
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 11, 2009 22:03:54 GMT 9.5
Dementis worked through the thoughts of what he thought was the angel's mind. It was full of horrible memories, twisted thoughts, and grotesque images. Man...this guy's as screwed up as I am...
Then, it hit him. He was reading his own mind. "Damn..."
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Post by METATRON on Oct 12, 2009 9:07:52 GMT 9.5
"Do you have any other tricks that I might want to see or would it be better for me to just kill you now?" Metatron asked, twirling his staff around. "It is not that I have anything better to do, but I find that your type gets boring very, very quickly. So are you going to amuse me or am I going to send you back to hell?
Then Metatron decided he was tired of waiting. He started to run at the demon. Then he decided there was a much faster way to do it. In an instant, he vanished, only to reappear in the same instant directly behind the demon, his staff swinging for Dementis' head. [/blockquote] |
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 12, 2009 9:53:19 GMT 9.5
"Amuse you? What am I, your slut?[/i][/color]" Dementis asked, enraged. He saw the angel run at him, looking for some sort of trick. Then, he disappeared, and Dementis vanished in a flame, appearing where Metatron had just stood.
"What's the matter? Aim a little off?" Dementis taunted telepathically, forming a decent sized flame in his hand and tossing it at the Angel. Then, he ran full speed, following the flame.
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Post by METATRON on Oct 12, 2009 11:03:49 GMT 9.5
Metatron stretched out a hand and turned the ball of fire back towards the demon. "Amature trick. I thought you were going to amuse me. Then something came from Metatron's hand. It was a beam of light of a blinding shade. It streaked through the graveyard towards the demon.
This was a psikinetic beam, made of the essence of creation itself. Highly destructive, nearly impossible to control. Metatron was one of the few with its power. |
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Post by DEMENTIS on Oct 22, 2009 22:51:54 GMT 9.5
((Sorry i took so long.))
Dementis took his own fireball in his shoulder, but barely managed to teleport behind the Angel in time. He moved to face him, now reverted to his demon form. "Amuse you?" he laughed. "Oh the irony...Nice trick, by the way..." He put a clawed hand on his singed shoulder, ironically, it was the same shoulder that had had a piece of glass shoved into it a day or two ago.
"Seriously...the Angel starts a fight? The demon being the patient one? Oh man this is just too much." he laughed.
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Post by METATRON on Oct 25, 2009 16:31:54 GMT 9.5
{{'s cool, bro.}} "I have little patience for your kind. They call you an Archfiend, but you are no more than a petty demonling. You served your purpose according to His will, and now it is time for you to be sent back to Hell to await his judgment. Now, your existence in this world is devoid of any real meaning or purpose. It is just so much masturbation."[/slate] Metatron responded. Perhaps he should have been more patient. But when it came to killing demons, he just had trouble holding himself back.
Metatron swept a hand through the air and, as it swept through the traces of water vapor in the air, those traces of dihydrogenoxide changed from their vaporous state to their solid. Ice. Metatron formed a small dart of ice, about six inches long and sharp at the end. Then he hurled it at Dementis, followed by several others he created with his powers of property manipulation. |
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