I hope you guessed my name [Open/Travel]
Feb 10, 2015 11:31:06 GMT -7
Post by Coal on Feb 10, 2015 11:31:06 GMT -7
Tonight the sky is bright with the million lights of the stars, each winking at the world as if flirting with a body they could only call out to from a distance, a love unrequited. It was still in this night, a rare occasion for the Land of Snow, yet nobody was out this far to enjoy it, not this close to the mountainous cliffs. Spring was coming in a rush and soon all of the snow would be melted, with few storms brewing any longer. Shoots of grass, dark green and fresh were beginning to peek out in areas closer to the warmer climates of the continent, as if too eager to stay beneath the blanket, poking their heads out as if it were Christmas morning. It was a beautiful night to be outside, yet it was barren for miles.
There was a loud bang and lights flashed across the stars, hundreds of lights, streaking across the night sky in all directions. All of these lights were bright and white, growing dimmer as they reached the earth, yet one stood out above all others. This star was red and angry, flames licking at the center, which was black as the space between the stars in the sky. In this barren area of snow, that light that fell from the sky grew brighter, angrier, as if an evil eye moved closer to the earth. Wails started in the air, cries of anguish, of pain unbelievable all over the world, each filled with a different emotion. Anger, Pain, Betrayal, Sadness, and anything in between. They filled the air for hours and it became clear that it was the stars that were screaming, striking the earth. One was silent though, stoic as it fell, offering nothing back to the heavens.
The impact was magnificent to see, if there had been any around to see it at all, and the power of it was worthy of being recorded in history. What appeared to be flames of black spread from the impact zone as the rocks and earth were razed, buffeting the night air and finally settling some ten miles distance. Yet these flames were not flames at all as they howled, returning back from whence they came, piling in to the center of a twenty foot deep crater that glowed with intense heat. They dance and screamed, howled and barked, surrounding something golden in its center. Snow that had been in the area was gone for five miles, pushed back into the sky, falling as if fresh from the cloud. Something else glowed next to the golden meteorite, red and orange and pink and violet, as if the sunrise had been captured within it, made of steel and shaped to resemble a blade.
The black flames began to take shape around the golden meteorite, sickly yellow eyes gazing at it half crazed, two rows of blackened fangs in a sneering smile that looked malicious and evil. Their faces were covered by shifting shadow, only their teeth visible when they opened their maw or smiled, and it seemed as if those faces were rounded off. Each of their bodies were grotesque macabre forms of humans. Black spikes ran along their backs, two sets, jagged and without pattern or reason. Large clawed hands sat at the ends of their thin shadowy arms, the nails yellowed with mismanagement. Powerful legs could have held the floating beings up, their feet two large toes with large claws facing forward like a pigeon, and a final one behind and half that size. Twin tails spit from the base of the spine, each having a set of the jagged spikes, ending in a small pyramid like that of an imp. Their voices were like the crash of granite on sheet metal that was dragged across a chalkboard, painful to the ears, and causing the involuntary cringe to those that could actually hear them. Tendrils of red and black smoke curled away from their forms, their skin like shadowed scales, much like that of a lizard and when they opened their mouths to laugh, a glowing yellow light like the fires of Hell could be seen in their throats.
As the Y’la danced and prodded, the meteorite began to move, the pattern in which it swelled and retracted was rhythmic; almost like breathing. It was. The meteorite was breathing, as if it were a live, and the breath became more and more erratic. Suddenly there was a flutter of golden wings, ending with them spread wide, reaching their total eighteen foot spread and causing the spirits to stop dancing. One of the shadowed creatures, larger than the others, stepped forth finally from behind the wings. The other spirits began to cower and flee before it, twice their size with powerful arms and only a single tail. It gazed at the meteorite turned winged being. Eyes like the light before the dawn gazed back at the creature, piercing and powerful, and they locked their gazes for what may have seemed an eternity and yet was merely a blink. Finally they both nodded to one another and the being stood.
He was tall, only slightly taller than the average male however, and yet he seemed to be bigger than the world itself. Short cut blonde hair wafted in the breeze that had picked up, and he blinked his pre-dawn grey eyes. His body was unmarred by the fall from the heavens and yet his eyes were full of pain, or perhaps it was rage, and pride destroyed. His perfect lips were curled over his teeth as he bared then, looked back up into the heavens. “They shall all be mine, ‘Master’! EVERY! LAST! ONE OF THEM!” He bellowed out his rage out in the nothing, the middle of nowhere, and his powerful right hand gripped the hilt of the blade to yank it free of the earth. His clothing was in tatters and beneath his armor was rent. With a sigh he pulled them free, his naked form within the crater, the creature standing beside him watching curiously. After some hours, his clothing was fashioned into something he could wear once more. A simple white tunic for his chest and brown pants for his legs, both made from either his robe or his armors, leaving only the black boots upon his feet. His scabbard had survived and his plunged his blade within it, hooking it to his waist, and then turning to the creature.
“Y’la,” he said in the same guttural language the creatures had been using before, “you and I are now bound by soul. Follow me on to destiny and let us seek our vengeance. I am Belial.” The creature grinned at him, eager to be about the business of misfortune and malediction. Together the two began to climb out of the hole upon which the man had come to rest. It would do well for him to survey the landscape and find where he was, although he knew this was not the Earth of Adam and Eve. “This must be Purgatory. My prison until the day I am cast into the fires of Hell.” He had merely been speaking to himself, ye the creature nodded in agreement, as if the winged man had addressed it. He looked down at the creature for a moment, then back at the land upon which he now stood. Out there was his destiny, a land of people that knew nothing of him, stuck in Purgatory while He reshaped the world to punish Adam and Eve. Belial spit upon the ground then, thinking of his Father, the man who discarded him and his angels so easily as if they were merely flies. MERELY FLIES! Swallowing fresh bitter rage, Belial made his way out into the world, heading for what he felt was the direction of a town and people, the Y’la floating beside him.
