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Date Posted: 13:13:52 09/09/02 Mon
The aftermath of the Omegan.
Leaving the eternal void a knife edge away from consuming the Tower that seemed to reach up to the heavens, challenging the gods, and to look down upon all those still bound by the Earth.
Reality crackling with a insane glee of madness, as the laws set long ago by old men...simply giggle, shatter, and as if they never were...as the sense of direction slowly faded to a sheer blank fade....the sense of reality...no longer viable as it tried in vain to reform itself to its original image...even as the plane itself seems to shut down...after the explosion...3 remain.
Kenji Dan'Shir...Damuthca Escalvone...and The Morigu. For countless generations...champions to the cause of Forbiddion have arisen and shown a tenacity that could only come from such talented figures...
First born of his clan, seduced into slaying his mother's mortal figure, and sending his father to madness.
The other a outcast, corrupted when he was once so pure.
And the last a willing soul, embracing the darkness he knew was his destiny.
Left upon the Plane, no longer creatures of the Creation, of Genesis, the wave of energy crackled about them, as Omegan strived to claim them...they were nothing Omegan knew..and thus rejected....As the three dark Angels simply smiled, each wielding their weapons of choice...Wings, Will, and the blades of Dragauth...
Yet the figure left waiting..no longer waits...striding slowly toward the battlefield...followed by another...each winged beings..each radiating a intense....focus...of raw power, no where near Ceallac, but one of them literally glows with the amount of corruption leaking thru his coporal body...
Then suddenly they were there, infront of the three, the Five Dark Angels of Forbiddion.
The other...majestic..still holding a timeless beauty , clothed in the finest silks...His black wings almost dwarfing the male besides her...her turquoise eyes blinking back a vile glint...Yukina Koornomie...
The Choir began again, as the other..no features what so ever, simply a void..a shape....as the other four simply blend into the creature, walking toward the nothiness and seeming to cease to exist...each stirfling a cry of agony as the creature took simple shape...the insane show of power as the plane tried to reconfigurate itself shedding a eerie light upon the sacirfice...as the figure simply faded into view..slowly unsheathing a sword at his hilt...a silver blade..gleaming with the fyres of hell itself...
Silver hair...silver eyes..and the Silver Infinity. His massive black wings unfolding , a gesture for those before him to pay homage...
As Kami Dan'Shir simply smiled...
" You shall not pass..those who try...shall have to face my pain..my rage..and all my sorrow! " he screamed, the blade bursting to vile life as he charged..alone....the choir picking up in pitch as it seems..that Ceallac..laughed.
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