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Date Posted: 14:48:26 08/26/02 Mon
GENESIS HALT!
The voiced echoed from everywhere, after the huge kaleidoscopic wash that emitted from the explosion that was once Ceallac, now gone perhaps to some plane of his own make. The voice seems as if the after math..a lingering spirit...a ghost.
The throne room...now devesatated by Ceallacs might, showed the open sky of Sancutary, the voice seeming to come from the clouds themselves.
Ceallac can not die this way Warrior, Not even the Creator can kill him thusly.... the voice was child like..sad...tormented, a occasional insane giggle filling the air with madness and insanity..yet the voice pressed on, even as the sky darkened.
I am Ankarlyn, the last of the Dragauth. Ceallac's Chosen to house him upon his rebirth...He has yet to kill my spirit...from some whim of compassion from what I can gather...and I have come to use what powers I have without "Him" noticing. The voice suddenly screamed, filled with bright pain that touched everything around the area, as a small wraith appeared..a boy covered in lecherous wounds. He sighs, gesturing to what Ceallac has done.
This is the power of the Dragauth, not Ceallac...He is mad and has not told you the true story..for he won't even admit it to himself...however after traveling thru his soul and mind...I can not blame him for his actions. Ceallac is not the First Born...The First Born was a Great Angel, who had all the elements and ablities of all the Gods...a true Son of God...
The air seemed to darken, almost transfixing into a single point as the ghost looks about wildly, as if sensing someone is looking for him
He is starting to sense that I still live within, Know that The First born , in his great wisdom, knew that nothing would change if he was made of all of the forces, so he split himself into several beings upon the Sahadune...Holy..Unholy...and the rest of them. Ceallac was one of these...the Child of Madness. He percieved that he was perfect, and thus he tried to usurp the others to reform the First Born...The Creator punished him by damnination..but knew that only One thing could kill his children...for he had not the power...
The image wavered, Dark wings flapping like a thin knife near the boy, behide his back...as he frantically reached for Genesis, almost for protection
You must gather the other Children! Only they can kill their brother....Or he shall become the God of All, and Reality shall cease! HE Knows where Sahadune is! He's trying to reach it by....ARHHHHHGGG
The image wavered, leaving only a thin image of a Winged Angel cutting the boy in half...same dark eyes gazing to Genesis..then returning...to where ever God can hide.
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