1 Chapter 4 "Blood tears"
Author's notes: --Again, I DO NOT own CCS characters but I do owe my perverted subconscious which means I own Celeb Galad, Nimlaer Arveded, Aur and the other elven names you may discover here and the descriptions of the mighty Archangels Gabriel, Michael and Raphael. These characters themselves are owned by God {How I envy HIM!!!}--*** CRASHHH BOOOMM BAAANG…***-- a lightning bolt incinerates Gil Galad --- THE WRATH OF GOD ---and a voice is heard //THEY ARE MINE------- MY ARCHANGELS//…the spirit of Gil Galad kneels and starts to pray-"Oh Lord, forgive me…!!!"
To the Dark Ice Angel of the Elven king's heart – "Remember yesterday…"
So it began…the fourth chapter of the saga…
//Sudden pang of pain tore Celeb Galad's heart and she cried falling in Michael's embrace.
"You took my soul I took your son… HA HA HA HA "-rumbled a voice in Heaven.
" What the HELL was that?" Raphael raised an eyebrow, exhaling thin smoke spiral from his cigarette.//
The same time entered Gabriel carrying the body of Celeb's twin brother Nimlaer Arveded. His face showed deep concern about the elf. He put him gently on the couch next to Touya.
"What is happening here?" The black eyes looked daggers at the other Archangels-"This could've killed him damn it. And who is this… HUMAN here? What is his business? This is FORBIDDEN you know!"
Gabriel, the Archangel of Death was truly pissed off. Touya, already awake stood still, conscious of the place, time and the creatures present. But one look at the body lying next to him was enough to scare the hell out of him.
"YUE!!!" He couldn't sustain the desperate cry.
Three pair of eyes glared at him at once- pitch black dark {Gabriel}, flaming sun-yellow {Michael} and heavenly blue {Raphael}.
"Who?" Stone-colded Touya the razor-sharp voice of Michael as he unceremoniously flung Celeb's body over the nearest lounge.
"Your favorite pet-elf brought this… human." His disdain was more than obvious- "Ask her"-growled Michael to his brother.
Raphael neared the boy and with a friendly smile turned his face toward him. A little surprised by Touya's stunned expression the Archangel of Air brightened his smile.
"How did you call him?"
"Yue…"
"But his name is Nimlaer Arveded, Celeb Galad's twin brother. He is an elf like her," continued calmly Raphael now only his deep-blue-sea eyes smiling.
Touya's dark blue eyes widened hearing the shocking news. The resemblance between the two was frightening at first sight- but they were different.
"Look closer." commanded Raphael.
And Touya noticed the pointy ears, the only waist long snow-white hair, the indescribable grace of the elven face, the strong, but at the same time slender body much taller than his angel's and finally the breathtaking beauty of the cold steel-gray elven eyes opening at this very moment.
Seeing his beloved sister thrown away by Michael, lifeless, the elf jumped and took her in his arms. Holding her close and tight with worry showing affection way much stronger than mere kinship love.
"Celeb velui… echuio! Echuio muin…!" sang his enchanting voice-"Iu bronatha…"
He caressed her hair, her face and her neck until the golden eyes opened.
"Nimlaer…gwador nin…Ho mamp an duath, an Angband! Oh Nimlaer, gwador nin!" Grief was stilling her voice now full of tears.
"We shall not be defeated by sorrow and despair gwathel nin"-sadly smiled Nimlaer-"The war has not yet began and the shadow has not yet sway, not over thee muin, not over me. Be strong for our beloved Iu, for you know now Morgoth possesses the power of thee…"
"Given by us. Unwise was my decision gwador nin."
They stood up together. Embraced. Even Michael had to admit the elven beauty was worthy for Heaven and eventually that her beauty and warrior skills are worthy for him…
The Archangel of Fire scowled at the passing thoughts… and to Raphael. He wasn't exactly pleased by the fact he would have to share her with his brother…but now it wasn't the time. The present situation needed clarification.
Touya had no other choice but to sit quiet and wait. He was staring at the magnificent elf, Celeb's brother. Nimlaer was 6' 5" tall (a good 1/3 foot taller than his sister was and as tall as the Archangels except for Gabriel who was even taller). His hair had the color of shining white silver, his eyes-hard and cold, steel-gray mixed with misty green. //The mixed colored eyes are one obvious proof of kinship in this family. No doubt about their blood bond, // the funny thought crossed Touya's mind, making him feel a little more comfortable. The exquisite pointy ears, the impossibly long slender limbs and fingers, the godlike face. Tight dark-gray leggings and tunic, mithril floral engraved armbands and thigh-high silver soft leather boots- the same outfit as Celeb, only her was in misty gray-green color and dark emerald boots.
Nimlaer and Yue- so look alike and so different. Touya was beginning to get the impression that he was looking at the original that inspired the creation of Yue. All this plus the presence of the three of the mighty Archangels was too much to bear for Touya's soul- after all he was only human- so he began to cry. Silent tears running down his face, his heart dwelling in pain for seeing the glorious creations of God. Glancing at them for one last time before falling into the darkness, the hope of bringing Yue back blossomed in his heart. The boy fell down unconscious because of the dreadful beauty his human mind couldn't take anymore without shattering into pieces and going insane. And they were splendid but scary, gorgeous but horrifying, dreadful as the dawn, treacherous as the sunset, God's will embodied.
Gabriel, the Archangel of Mercy and Death—tall, elegant angel with long silvery-violet hair, muscular body and blue-white wings. His eyes were darker than the sky in a moonless night, elaborate lips and strange softness in his smile. The messenger of God, ruler of Death in Heaven, the merciful…
Michael, the Archangel of Fire and Justice- probably the worst tempered angel in Heaven. Steel muscles playing under tanned but somehow always-pale looking skin. Having the litheness of a bored panther walking lazily under the hot afternoon sun, mid-back long black hair, blazing lurid yellow catlike eyes with primal arrogance in his look and scornful mockery always curving his refined lips. The greatest never smiling warrior, the general of Heaven's army-his name was the war cry of the angels in battle. But even the angels have sins… and Michael's original sin was his brother…
And finally Raphael, the Archangel of Air-the greatest healer in Heaven possessing the power of Resurrection. Dreadfully beautiful as his brothers he looked more like an elf than like an angel- golden hair falling in delicate waves, deep-blue-sea eyes, kind look, tender smile, slender body, always wearing tight blue outfit. With one word- gracious. Still there was sadness in his eyes – the love for his brother, passionate, desperate, zetsu ai.
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Deep down below in the stinking, soggy caves of Angband the evil was growing- shadows crawling down the barren lands, darkening the sky and the intensity of His dread power could be felt, weakening the body, saddening the heart. There a new army was bread- fierce creatures, fast at speed not afraid of sunlight.
Ithil Duath was building an army for his king, an army to defeat the light, to conquer the Earth but most of all – to break Iluvatar's favorites – Celeb Galad and Nimlaer Arveded. The Light's beloved twins. Even the thought of them made Ithil Duath sick.
Walking down the black halls, the dark general heard music- distant, muted but beautiful and sad… and a voice full of despair.
1.1 " Welcome to my realm
We are both condemned to live
It's a dark fate
(I can hear your calls
I can hear your calls)
THE ETERNAL LIFE
I see it still burns
Each night I cry in pain
Alive
Though the end appears my friend
And blood tears I cry
You've searched and you've found
Cut off your old friends hand
My mind's
In frozen dreams
The rotten flesh
Of bitter lies
Welcome to where time stands still
Noone leaves and noone ever will
Can't hold it
It burns
Each night I cry in pain
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
It seems so clearly
Bent the bow
Cause life in me is gone
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
In blame
And life it shall wane
Each night I cry in pain
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside"
Hearing the words his heart skip a beat remembering something… and continued stone cold. //Hmm… the spirit of the elves is still strong here. I wonder… why the Master still keeps it. //thought the creature. A strange voice answered in his mind //You are part of the elven magic… Iu. //Not paying attention he stepped in to the throne hall and knelt before the Ironcrowned.
"The army is growing my Lord"
"Your power grows with it…"-spoke the Dark one-"My power in you grows as the shadow outside."
He leaned from his black throne.
"You shall defeat them or you shall die… my son. For you belong to me now"
A light flashed through the silvery-blue-amethyst eyes. Somewhere deep into Ithil Duath's soul a silent explosion made his body shiver.
"Touya!!!"-heard his heart.
And then there was silence… and shadows…
"If that is your command my Lord, it shall be done"
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Watching his army preparing for battle, Morgoth fisted his hands.
"There will be no mercy for you, my rebel. No mercy… only my vengeance and eternal pain. You don't know the real power of the Dark side, my beloved torment… but soon… I will let him take it all, there is nothing I want… only you… And your DAMNED brother… AAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHH"-his cry spread terror and fear among the orcs below.
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Aur and one of the lower angels rushed into Gabriel's living room.
"Nimlaer, an army of orcs and Uruk Hai is marching. They are ready for invasion"-said the golden elf-"To this place they are heading. What shall thy orders be my Lord?"
"We received information Lucifer is preparing another assault. He's gathered a great army"-added the angel-"And it's moving fast right this moment"
Michael's grip on Celeb's hand was harsh as he pulled her near facing her eyes.
"What is going on here… Elf"-howled the Archangel at Celeb's face, his growing anger radiating like a raging storm.
Gabriel, noticing Nimlaer's face going brood, wrapped a hand around his waist to stop the upcoming collision between him and his brother. Celeb's pride and stubbornness (not forgetting for a minute her temper, almost as bad as Michael's) were more than enough to clash with Michael's. Feeling the tight embrace Nimlaer gave up the intention to help his sister. The current combination of circumstances was flammable enough.
Celeb's eyes glowing green as she glared Michael.
"The Elves do not take orders from you… Archangel!" Her voice strained as she tried to free herself. Useless attempt.
"Speak…Elf!"- Michael's rage has become complete, uncontrollable, screaming around him like a purple aura with added bloodlust… a twitch of his hand and her neck would've been broken.
"Aur"-whispered Celeb, eyes locked in Michael's glare.
"Ithil Duath is leading the legions, Lady Ice"-answered her best archer- "The dark army is big and strong and fast the new breeds are. Morgoth is coming."
Gabriel tightened his grip sensing weakness in Nimlaer's body. The gorgeous elf leaned on his head over Gabriel's temple with heart panting.
"Iu," exhaled he looking at his sister.
"Our creation is the one leading the orcs, Archangel"-answered finally Celeb to Michael's demand-"The power he possess is like mine for I had taken place in his creation and given it to him. And now he has fallen under the dark spell of Morgoth- an ancient enemy of the Light and the Elves. And his power has grown beyond mine now. For great is the power of Morgoth and easy is to follow. For the human here… he is our greatest hope of changing the course of fate and defeating this enemy."
When Michael snarled and made as if he would rip her throat off, she just closed her eyes and waited. Her surrender to him was complete. The Archangel's expression was murderous. //How can an Elf love the Death itself…//crossed Celeb's mind //The Elf can- came the answer- if the Death is Michael… and Gabriel…//she heard Nimlaer's thoughts in her head.
Michael pushed her in Raphael's hands and ran out to gather the angelic troops. Aur and the angel were long gone unnoticed.
Treachery.
The Heaven was shaken by the new threat.
Deceit.
A new alliance was formed…
Notes:
All songs presented here belong to Blind Guardian (this one is "Blood tears")
Nimlaer Arveded—endless white summer
Aur ---sunlight
Velui ---my love
Muin ---my dear
Echuio ---wake up
Iu ---Yue (in elvish Sindarin)
Bronatha --- he will endure
Gwador nin ---my brother
Gwathel nin ---my sister
Ho mamp an duath, an Angband---He took him in the shadows, in Angband
Author's notes: --Again, I DO NOT own CCS characters but I do owe my perverted subconscious which means I own Celeb Galad, Nimlaer Arveded, Aur and the other elven names you may discover here and the descriptions of the mighty Archangels Gabriel, Michael and Raphael. These characters themselves are owned by God {How I envy HIM!!!}--*** CRASHHH BOOOMM BAAANG…***-- a lightning bolt incinerates Gil Galad --- THE WRATH OF GOD ---and a voice is heard //THEY ARE MINE------- MY ARCHANGELS//…the spirit of Gil Galad kneels and starts to pray-"Oh Lord, forgive me…!!!"
To the Dark Ice Angel of the Elven king's heart – "Remember yesterday…"
So it began…the fourth chapter of the saga…
//Sudden pang of pain tore Celeb Galad's heart and she cried falling in Michael's embrace.
"You took my soul I took your son… HA HA HA HA "-rumbled a voice in Heaven.
" What the HELL was that?" Raphael raised an eyebrow, exhaling thin smoke spiral from his cigarette.//
The same time entered Gabriel carrying the body of Celeb's twin brother Nimlaer Arveded. His face showed deep concern about the elf. He put him gently on the couch next to Touya.
"What is happening here?" The black eyes looked daggers at the other Archangels-"This could've killed him damn it. And who is this… HUMAN here? What is his business? This is FORBIDDEN you know!"
Gabriel, the Archangel of Death was truly pissed off. Touya, already awake stood still, conscious of the place, time and the creatures present. But one look at the body lying next to him was enough to scare the hell out of him.
"YUE!!!" He couldn't sustain the desperate cry.
Three pair of eyes glared at him at once- pitch black dark {Gabriel}, flaming sun-yellow {Michael} and heavenly blue {Raphael}.
"Who?" Stone-colded Touya the razor-sharp voice of Michael as he unceremoniously flung Celeb's body over the nearest lounge.
"Your favorite pet-elf brought this… human." His disdain was more than obvious- "Ask her"-growled Michael to his brother.
Raphael neared the boy and with a friendly smile turned his face toward him. A little surprised by Touya's stunned expression the Archangel of Air brightened his smile.
"How did you call him?"
"Yue…"
"But his name is Nimlaer Arveded, Celeb Galad's twin brother. He is an elf like her," continued calmly Raphael now only his deep-blue-sea eyes smiling.
Touya's dark blue eyes widened hearing the shocking news. The resemblance between the two was frightening at first sight- but they were different.
"Look closer." commanded Raphael.
And Touya noticed the pointy ears, the only waist long snow-white hair, the indescribable grace of the elven face, the strong, but at the same time slender body much taller than his angel's and finally the breathtaking beauty of the cold steel-gray elven eyes opening at this very moment.
Seeing his beloved sister thrown away by Michael, lifeless, the elf jumped and took her in his arms. Holding her close and tight with worry showing affection way much stronger than mere kinship love.
"Celeb velui… echuio! Echuio muin…!" sang his enchanting voice-"Iu bronatha…"
He caressed her hair, her face and her neck until the golden eyes opened.
"Nimlaer…gwador nin…Ho mamp an duath, an Angband! Oh Nimlaer, gwador nin!" Grief was stilling her voice now full of tears.
"We shall not be defeated by sorrow and despair gwathel nin"-sadly smiled Nimlaer-"The war has not yet began and the shadow has not yet sway, not over thee muin, not over me. Be strong for our beloved Iu, for you know now Morgoth possesses the power of thee…"
"Given by us. Unwise was my decision gwador nin."
They stood up together. Embraced. Even Michael had to admit the elven beauty was worthy for Heaven and eventually that her beauty and warrior skills are worthy for him…
The Archangel of Fire scowled at the passing thoughts… and to Raphael. He wasn't exactly pleased by the fact he would have to share her with his brother…but now it wasn't the time. The present situation needed clarification.
Touya had no other choice but to sit quiet and wait. He was staring at the magnificent elf, Celeb's brother. Nimlaer was 6' 5" tall (a good 1/3 foot taller than his sister was and as tall as the Archangels except for Gabriel who was even taller). His hair had the color of shining white silver, his eyes-hard and cold, steel-gray mixed with misty green. //The mixed colored eyes are one obvious proof of kinship in this family. No doubt about their blood bond, // the funny thought crossed Touya's mind, making him feel a little more comfortable. The exquisite pointy ears, the impossibly long slender limbs and fingers, the godlike face. Tight dark-gray leggings and tunic, mithril floral engraved armbands and thigh-high silver soft leather boots- the same outfit as Celeb, only her was in misty gray-green color and dark emerald boots.
Nimlaer and Yue- so look alike and so different. Touya was beginning to get the impression that he was looking at the original that inspired the creation of Yue. All this plus the presence of the three of the mighty Archangels was too much to bear for Touya's soul- after all he was only human- so he began to cry. Silent tears running down his face, his heart dwelling in pain for seeing the glorious creations of God. Glancing at them for one last time before falling into the darkness, the hope of bringing Yue back blossomed in his heart. The boy fell down unconscious because of the dreadful beauty his human mind couldn't take anymore without shattering into pieces and going insane. And they were splendid but scary, gorgeous but horrifying, dreadful as the dawn, treacherous as the sunset, God's will embodied.
Gabriel, the Archangel of Mercy and Death—tall, elegant angel with long silvery-violet hair, muscular body and blue-white wings. His eyes were darker than the sky in a moonless night, elaborate lips and strange softness in his smile. The messenger of God, ruler of Death in Heaven, the merciful…
Michael, the Archangel of Fire and Justice- probably the worst tempered angel in Heaven. Steel muscles playing under tanned but somehow always-pale looking skin. Having the litheness of a bored panther walking lazily under the hot afternoon sun, mid-back long black hair, blazing lurid yellow catlike eyes with primal arrogance in his look and scornful mockery always curving his refined lips. The greatest never smiling warrior, the general of Heaven's army-his name was the war cry of the angels in battle. But even the angels have sins… and Michael's original sin was his brother…
And finally Raphael, the Archangel of Air-the greatest healer in Heaven possessing the power of Resurrection. Dreadfully beautiful as his brothers he looked more like an elf than like an angel- golden hair falling in delicate waves, deep-blue-sea eyes, kind look, tender smile, slender body, always wearing tight blue outfit. With one word- gracious. Still there was sadness in his eyes – the love for his brother, passionate, desperate, zetsu ai.
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Deep down below in the stinking, soggy caves of Angband the evil was growing- shadows crawling down the barren lands, darkening the sky and the intensity of His dread power could be felt, weakening the body, saddening the heart. There a new army was bread- fierce creatures, fast at speed not afraid of sunlight.
Ithil Duath was building an army for his king, an army to defeat the light, to conquer the Earth but most of all – to break Iluvatar's favorites – Celeb Galad and Nimlaer Arveded. The Light's beloved twins. Even the thought of them made Ithil Duath sick.
Walking down the black halls, the dark general heard music- distant, muted but beautiful and sad… and a voice full of despair.
1.1 " Welcome to my realm
We are both condemned to live
It's a dark fate
(I can hear your calls
I can hear your calls)
THE ETERNAL LIFE
I see it still burns
Each night I cry in pain
Alive
Though the end appears my friend
And blood tears I cry
You've searched and you've found
Cut off your old friends hand
My mind's
In frozen dreams
The rotten flesh
Of bitter lies
Welcome to where time stands still
Noone leaves and noone ever will
Can't hold it
It burns
Each night I cry in pain
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside
It seems so clearly
Bent the bow
Cause life in me is gone
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
And a cruel wind's blowing cold
In blame
And life it shall wane
Each night I cry in pain
And blood tears I cry
Endless grief remained inside"
Hearing the words his heart skip a beat remembering something… and continued stone cold. //Hmm… the spirit of the elves is still strong here. I wonder… why the Master still keeps it. //thought the creature. A strange voice answered in his mind //You are part of the elven magic… Iu. //Not paying attention he stepped in to the throne hall and knelt before the Ironcrowned.
"The army is growing my Lord"
"Your power grows with it…"-spoke the Dark one-"My power in you grows as the shadow outside."
He leaned from his black throne.
"You shall defeat them or you shall die… my son. For you belong to me now"
A light flashed through the silvery-blue-amethyst eyes. Somewhere deep into Ithil Duath's soul a silent explosion made his body shiver.
"Touya!!!"-heard his heart.
And then there was silence… and shadows…
"If that is your command my Lord, it shall be done"
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Watching his army preparing for battle, Morgoth fisted his hands.
"There will be no mercy for you, my rebel. No mercy… only my vengeance and eternal pain. You don't know the real power of the Dark side, my beloved torment… but soon… I will let him take it all, there is nothing I want… only you… And your DAMNED brother… AAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHH"-his cry spread terror and fear among the orcs below.
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Aur and one of the lower angels rushed into Gabriel's living room.
"Nimlaer, an army of orcs and Uruk Hai is marching. They are ready for invasion"-said the golden elf-"To this place they are heading. What shall thy orders be my Lord?"
"We received information Lucifer is preparing another assault. He's gathered a great army"-added the angel-"And it's moving fast right this moment"
Michael's grip on Celeb's hand was harsh as he pulled her near facing her eyes.
"What is going on here… Elf"-howled the Archangel at Celeb's face, his growing anger radiating like a raging storm.
Gabriel, noticing Nimlaer's face going brood, wrapped a hand around his waist to stop the upcoming collision between him and his brother. Celeb's pride and stubbornness (not forgetting for a minute her temper, almost as bad as Michael's) were more than enough to clash with Michael's. Feeling the tight embrace Nimlaer gave up the intention to help his sister. The current combination of circumstances was flammable enough.
Celeb's eyes glowing green as she glared Michael.
"The Elves do not take orders from you… Archangel!" Her voice strained as she tried to free herself. Useless attempt.
"Speak…Elf!"- Michael's rage has become complete, uncontrollable, screaming around him like a purple aura with added bloodlust… a twitch of his hand and her neck would've been broken.
"Aur"-whispered Celeb, eyes locked in Michael's glare.
"Ithil Duath is leading the legions, Lady Ice"-answered her best archer- "The dark army is big and strong and fast the new breeds are. Morgoth is coming."
Gabriel tightened his grip sensing weakness in Nimlaer's body. The gorgeous elf leaned on his head over Gabriel's temple with heart panting.
"Iu," exhaled he looking at his sister.
"Our creation is the one leading the orcs, Archangel"-answered finally Celeb to Michael's demand-"The power he possess is like mine for I had taken place in his creation and given it to him. And now he has fallen under the dark spell of Morgoth- an ancient enemy of the Light and the Elves. And his power has grown beyond mine now. For great is the power of Morgoth and easy is to follow. For the human here… he is our greatest hope of changing the course of fate and defeating this enemy."
When Michael snarled and made as if he would rip her throat off, she just closed her eyes and waited. Her surrender to him was complete. The Archangel's expression was murderous. //How can an Elf love the Death itself…//crossed Celeb's mind //The Elf can- came the answer- if the Death is Michael… and Gabriel…//she heard Nimlaer's thoughts in her head.
Michael pushed her in Raphael's hands and ran out to gather the angelic troops. Aur and the angel were long gone unnoticed.
Treachery.
The Heaven was shaken by the new threat.
Deceit.
A new alliance was formed…
Notes:
All songs presented here belong to Blind Guardian (this one is "Blood tears")
Nimlaer Arveded—endless white summer
Aur ---sunlight
Velui ---my love
Muin ---my dear
Echuio ---wake up
Iu ---Yue (in elvish Sindarin)
Bronatha --- he will endure
Gwador nin ---my brother
Gwathel nin ---my sister
Ho mamp an duath, an Angband---He took him in the shadows, in Angband