War of Immortality- The Start of the Battles
Dusk came over the city, the moon's reflection shown in the puddles flooding the ground. It had been raining for far too long, and the sun hadn't shone its orange rays for five days. Spirits were down all over Los Angeles, and slowly, but as sure as the sun would one-day shine again, people died.
Life is a cycle, continues and unfair. To control population people die. But sometimes, people don't die of natural death, sometimes their lives are stolen, and sometimes those stolen lives are used for terrible things beyond comprehension.
That's why this case was bothering the living that knew about the things going bump in the night. They could tell that something in town was taking lives for a bigger purpose. The obituaries took up twice as many pages. But to some this was a holiday, a grand celebration.
Angelus sat in a bar, smiling at the madness on the news, on the streets and the fear in all of the peoples eyes when you looked in to them. Of course, Angelus already knew what the creature, or creatures were, and he knew the bigger picture. He liked it a lot. The plan was simple, a few demons wanted to transport some creatures that roamed another demonsion to reak havok on the city. It was a plan that had done before yet this time Angelus was back and there was no Angel to stop the plan.
The plan could succeed. That was what intriged Angelus to join the faceless demons. They were going to begin gathering the needed sacrifies in order to open the porthole to the dimension Fathamen.
Angelus downed his glass of blood and left with a full stomach, but not a yet filled with enough destruction to go home. So yes, he would go to the demons layer and get the show on the road. He had briefly reconsidered it, but then with no further obligations, killed a woman, brought her in, and proved his worthiness to the group.
"Um, Angelus," the pitiful scaly demon called, tapping Angelus on his shoulder, "Can you read this print, I don't know what language it is in. We need it to open the, um, the present."
"Of course I can read it, I can do anything," He conceitedly replied grabbing the book from the demons hands, "It clearly says," he pauses because he has no clue.
He thinks quickly, not wanting to admit the demon that he could not read it after bragging himself up, "It says green pastures calling upon the death, obviously." He snickered matter-a-factly.
"Really, I thought it would be longer then that. O'well that will do I guess." The demon tried to manage a smile on his scaly, gill covered face, but didn't succeed very well. He walked over next the huddle of other various demons and repeated what Angelus had said. They all smiled not to question Angelus for he would surely rip their throats out.
"Sacrifies, we need to bring them in please!" Yelled a yellow duck like demon. In, lead by a ScaleProth Demon marched in four men in poncho type outfits. They were directed to kneel on the ground before what looked like an urn with a purple dust in it.
"Green pastures calling upon the death, here us now. We are here to guide you in the world in which we will lend to you in the fullest. Allowing you to reek the havoc you love most in a populated land of a New World. Green pastures calling upon the death come in. We give you our gift of life, for we know they alone are not worthy. Much more awaits you. Green with life, and green upon death come forth," Angelus who had been in the room north looked in, very curious to what his fib had in store for them. "Come forth now,"
The demon finished, yet nothing appeared to happen but I slight glow in a ring like form,
"Please?" The demon now begged.
"Maybe that is what is supposed to happen." One demon said defending his honor.
"Maybe we are supposed to go in and get it." Angelus said pushing a demon into the ring. Half of the demon disappeared in to the ring just to be finished falling in by a push of Angelus. "Come on scoots, go in, go in!"
Angelus teased. He knew that the demons, if they were to stay, would turn on him for his translation of the text.
Now he didn't want that to happen, so he tossed them all in, unaware of what dimension of shift in time he had open.
"In, in, in, in, in we all go." He said as if a song.
Then he started to hum a few bars to his new jaunty tune.
Dusk came over the city, the moon's reflection shown in the puddles flooding the ground. It had been raining for far too long, and the sun hadn't shone its orange rays for five days. Spirits were down all over Los Angeles, and slowly, but as sure as the sun would one-day shine again, people died.
Life is a cycle, continues and unfair. To control population people die. But sometimes, people don't die of natural death, sometimes their lives are stolen, and sometimes those stolen lives are used for terrible things beyond comprehension.
That's why this case was bothering the living that knew about the things going bump in the night. They could tell that something in town was taking lives for a bigger purpose. The obituaries took up twice as many pages. But to some this was a holiday, a grand celebration.
Angelus sat in a bar, smiling at the madness on the news, on the streets and the fear in all of the peoples eyes when you looked in to them. Of course, Angelus already knew what the creature, or creatures were, and he knew the bigger picture. He liked it a lot. The plan was simple, a few demons wanted to transport some creatures that roamed another demonsion to reak havok on the city. It was a plan that had done before yet this time Angelus was back and there was no Angel to stop the plan.
The plan could succeed. That was what intriged Angelus to join the faceless demons. They were going to begin gathering the needed sacrifies in order to open the porthole to the dimension Fathamen.
Angelus downed his glass of blood and left with a full stomach, but not a yet filled with enough destruction to go home. So yes, he would go to the demons layer and get the show on the road. He had briefly reconsidered it, but then with no further obligations, killed a woman, brought her in, and proved his worthiness to the group.
"Um, Angelus," the pitiful scaly demon called, tapping Angelus on his shoulder, "Can you read this print, I don't know what language it is in. We need it to open the, um, the present."
"Of course I can read it, I can do anything," He conceitedly replied grabbing the book from the demons hands, "It clearly says," he pauses because he has no clue.
He thinks quickly, not wanting to admit the demon that he could not read it after bragging himself up, "It says green pastures calling upon the death, obviously." He snickered matter-a-factly.
"Really, I thought it would be longer then that. O'well that will do I guess." The demon tried to manage a smile on his scaly, gill covered face, but didn't succeed very well. He walked over next the huddle of other various demons and repeated what Angelus had said. They all smiled not to question Angelus for he would surely rip their throats out.
"Sacrifies, we need to bring them in please!" Yelled a yellow duck like demon. In, lead by a ScaleProth Demon marched in four men in poncho type outfits. They were directed to kneel on the ground before what looked like an urn with a purple dust in it.
"Green pastures calling upon the death, here us now. We are here to guide you in the world in which we will lend to you in the fullest. Allowing you to reek the havoc you love most in a populated land of a New World. Green pastures calling upon the death come in. We give you our gift of life, for we know they alone are not worthy. Much more awaits you. Green with life, and green upon death come forth," Angelus who had been in the room north looked in, very curious to what his fib had in store for them. "Come forth now,"
The demon finished, yet nothing appeared to happen but I slight glow in a ring like form,
"Please?" The demon now begged.
"Maybe that is what is supposed to happen." One demon said defending his honor.
"Maybe we are supposed to go in and get it." Angelus said pushing a demon into the ring. Half of the demon disappeared in to the ring just to be finished falling in by a push of Angelus. "Come on scoots, go in, go in!"
Angelus teased. He knew that the demons, if they were to stay, would turn on him for his translation of the text.
Now he didn't want that to happen, so he tossed them all in, unaware of what dimension of shift in time he had open.
"In, in, in, in, in we all go." He said as if a song.
Then he started to hum a few bars to his new jaunty tune.
