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Invellios Dru'Riden
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Date Posted: 02:13:15 02/02/03 Sun
The young boy twitched, slumped over, gripping at his hair, his mortal body shivering, wings flailing around widly, as if not even a part of his body, as if having a mind of it's own.
A voice spoke in his head. Over and over, more than one, multiple. One of which sounded feminine, another which sounded male.
"..It is time to take on your role, in another life..you were a great warrior, a holy warrior, a seeker of vengeance for those who could not help themself. You should know about these vampires...for deep down you are one. That part of my soul never died, it was so strong it haunted me till the ends of the Earth."
The voice spoke..calm, somewhat furious though. He stood up slightly, his wings fluttering from the blue color, to a now red color, a crimson blood color.
"...You must help these people, I'm sorry if I will not shut up..I know you have enough voices in your head, but my part of my spirit won't allow the weak to be pushed around and killed. Remember the kindness that Zen showed you? Send it back to those vampires, tenfold!"
Now a female voice spoke. He bit onto his lip, his rob becoming a reddish color with blue strips every now and again. His hair seemed to mix, red top and tips, but the rest was blue.
"Vampires hate Silver, crosses, or anything resembling to holiness. This can be anything from Pentacols to Crosses, aslong as it holds strong religious or spiritual signifigence. Vampires are also deadly allergic to wood, sunlight, and garlic. I don't really know if these vampires are different from the ones..I use to be, but that can't be helped. Now, go and make me, Kami DanShir, and Tsunami proud."
He arched his head up..a mix between demonic and holy energy swirling and encasing his form. His hair stared towards the raising sun. He heard the sounds of death, of hatred. He could only sigh..and growl. His rage overcame his body. His jousting spear had changed...to some sort of ranged weapon.
"...I used a sword back in my day..I think you, the opposite part of my being..should use these "Guns"..they're loaded with mercury and blessed silver, tripped with wood. Aslong as you have the will..they shall serve you ."
He raised his hand up towards the sky, the sun hitting him head on, causing him only to wince. He began to walk forward...only muttering.
"..Father.."
"..Father.."
"...you want to be the God..you want to be the king of this world..? I got your crown right here.."
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OOC P.S. That wasn't over the top was it? I sure hope not >>
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