The War in Heaven: An Angel in the War of Wrath
First Murder means punishment of Cain, good folk might be, uh, the fair folk? I dunno...
Research department rivalries is, hm, something between those who followed lucifer and us?
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X] The First Murder
Dark Abstraction
Infrequent Participant
- Location
- United States
[X] The First Murder
[X] The First of the Good Folk
The First Murder
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
- Location
- PACA France
The First Murder
Time passes and the Silent War continues unabated, displays of skills and compassion briefly interrupted by hunts for the Primordial's spawn that manage to sneak from their prisons. Time passes and you and your kin labor in your tower unseen by mortal eyes. To be fair, your progress is painfully slow. Designing containment units for the Choir of Daath was relatively easy but your studies of the shards that now fill your shelves have stopped due to the lack of results. You begin to understand the processes that drove them, and you could even work your own but two problems remain unsolved and possibly unsolvable: You cannot fathom how to fill the shards of power with energy without destroying or weakening the source and you know not where you could attach them. Neither beasts or spirits can endure the burning power and the idea of exalting mankind doesn't even enter your mind at the moment.
You see your colleagues and rivals meet more success in their prospective projects. A group of potentates of the Sixth House have uplifted animal spirits and empowered them with careful applications of Lore. You saw this « Father Wolf » and the pack of his children prowl and stalk the creations of the Old Ones and you can only assent to their terrible might. Emboldened by their success, the research group is currently creating similar spirits from a basis of spiders, snakes, sharks, birds and saurians. Another group has decided to use fire to fight fire and empowers animals, changing their forms to better use them in the coming war. They have created great dragons to rule the sky, griffins as regal as lion and eagles and serpents that kill with but one sight. None of these creatures is sentient yet but you would not be surprised some uplifted specimens have already been born.
One day comes with a surprising order from the Fourth House. It is not addressed to your group but to you personally. You are to join your siblings of the other Houses, the loyalists that crafted the sun and from that vantage point seek for Adam and Eve, exiled from the garden of their birth. The seers of the Fourth have sensed a turning point in the loom of possible futures and fear you will be needed.
You obey without questions and join the choir of the sun, casting your eyes across Creation. What instinct pushes you when you find the hovel where the first man and woman live to descend from your perch and observe them more closely, you cannot say. All you know is that you are not responsible for what happened next.
From human choice came all that followed.
In front of the house, beside an altar hastily erected, stands Caine first-born of Adam. He's tall and dark with the heavy build of one who passed his life bent to the earth. Caine who struggled as was decreed to raise black wheat from the dusty ground. Scars crisscross his flesh, wounds of happenstance, of elements, of regrets. So sad it seems before the altar, eyes filled with tears, lips stained with blood.
In his hands he wields a hoe, the same he uses to dig earth for his crops.
You are not alone here. At two worlds of distance you can feel two members of the Seventh House, a loyalist and a rebel eyes locked in silent debate. Something will die. You know that, you hear the music of creation playing, preparing itself for a terrible climax.
Abel comes forth. So weak seems he with delicate look and blond locks. Beautiful and fragile like a pale morning still struggling from night's bitter cold. You do not hear what he says to his brother and what was Caine's answer. But what you see freezes your heart.
Caine takes the hoe to his brother's skulls and breaks it upon the altar. Blood falls on the rocks and the earth that drink it eagerly. Abel falls on the ground and the world screams with an intensity you never imagined was possible.
A new sound is born in the Music; a new concept is born. You sense its sick and sweet embrace around your heart. At two worlds of distance, the Reaper and the Slayer fall on one another, clawing and biting and struggling and breaking.
Murder is born. Lies are born. Evil is born and the ripples of their birth-screams twist the universe around.
Wrath fills you, rage and dark delight. You do not hear the voice of the Lord in your heart. You taste intoxicating freedom and know you can surrender to the new sweet music. Wrath and fear for you see Caine's soul, the piece of God you inserted in him blossom like a dark flower. His eyes are open now to the decaying world and power surrounds him like a crown of thunders.
What do you do?
[] Nothing, it is not of your concern.
[] Burn Caine to a crisp
[] Forsake Caine, you can try the Great Work on Abel's corpse
[] Bind Caine in chains of fire and bring him to Michael's
[]Write-him
Time passes and the Silent War continues unabated, displays of skills and compassion briefly interrupted by hunts for the Primordial's spawn that manage to sneak from their prisons. Time passes and you and your kin labor in your tower unseen by mortal eyes. To be fair, your progress is painfully slow. Designing containment units for the Choir of Daath was relatively easy but your studies of the shards that now fill your shelves have stopped due to the lack of results. You begin to understand the processes that drove them, and you could even work your own but two problems remain unsolved and possibly unsolvable: You cannot fathom how to fill the shards of power with energy without destroying or weakening the source and you know not where you could attach them. Neither beasts or spirits can endure the burning power and the idea of exalting mankind doesn't even enter your mind at the moment.
You see your colleagues and rivals meet more success in their prospective projects. A group of potentates of the Sixth House have uplifted animal spirits and empowered them with careful applications of Lore. You saw this « Father Wolf » and the pack of his children prowl and stalk the creations of the Old Ones and you can only assent to their terrible might. Emboldened by their success, the research group is currently creating similar spirits from a basis of spiders, snakes, sharks, birds and saurians. Another group has decided to use fire to fight fire and empowers animals, changing their forms to better use them in the coming war. They have created great dragons to rule the sky, griffins as regal as lion and eagles and serpents that kill with but one sight. None of these creatures is sentient yet but you would not be surprised some uplifted specimens have already been born.
One day comes with a surprising order from the Fourth House. It is not addressed to your group but to you personally. You are to join your siblings of the other Houses, the loyalists that crafted the sun and from that vantage point seek for Adam and Eve, exiled from the garden of their birth. The seers of the Fourth have sensed a turning point in the loom of possible futures and fear you will be needed.
You obey without questions and join the choir of the sun, casting your eyes across Creation. What instinct pushes you when you find the hovel where the first man and woman live to descend from your perch and observe them more closely, you cannot say. All you know is that you are not responsible for what happened next.
From human choice came all that followed.
In front of the house, beside an altar hastily erected, stands Caine first-born of Adam. He's tall and dark with the heavy build of one who passed his life bent to the earth. Caine who struggled as was decreed to raise black wheat from the dusty ground. Scars crisscross his flesh, wounds of happenstance, of elements, of regrets. So sad it seems before the altar, eyes filled with tears, lips stained with blood.
In his hands he wields a hoe, the same he uses to dig earth for his crops.
You are not alone here. At two worlds of distance you can feel two members of the Seventh House, a loyalist and a rebel eyes locked in silent debate. Something will die. You know that, you hear the music of creation playing, preparing itself for a terrible climax.
Abel comes forth. So weak seems he with delicate look and blond locks. Beautiful and fragile like a pale morning still struggling from night's bitter cold. You do not hear what he says to his brother and what was Caine's answer. But what you see freezes your heart.
Caine takes the hoe to his brother's skulls and breaks it upon the altar. Blood falls on the rocks and the earth that drink it eagerly. Abel falls on the ground and the world screams with an intensity you never imagined was possible.
A new sound is born in the Music; a new concept is born. You sense its sick and sweet embrace around your heart. At two worlds of distance, the Reaper and the Slayer fall on one another, clawing and biting and struggling and breaking.
Murder is born. Lies are born. Evil is born and the ripples of their birth-screams twist the universe around.
Wrath fills you, rage and dark delight. You do not hear the voice of the Lord in your heart. You taste intoxicating freedom and know you can surrender to the new sweet music. Wrath and fear for you see Caine's soul, the piece of God you inserted in him blossom like a dark flower. His eyes are open now to the decaying world and power surrounds him like a crown of thunders.
What do you do?
[] Nothing, it is not of your concern.
[] Burn Caine to a crisp
[] Forsake Caine, you can try the Great Work on Abel's corpse
[] Bind Caine in chains of fire and bring him to Michael's
[]Write-him
Mm, ok.
So bringing him to Michael it is, then?
[x] Bind Caine in chains of fire and bring him to Michael's
Why do you two want to do this?
Dark Abstraction
Infrequent Participant
- Location
- United States
[X] Forsake Caine, you can try the Great Work on Abel's corpse
Wouldn't it be better for the world if we did something more direct against Caine?
So that he can't ruin anything else?
[x] Bind Caine in chains of fire and bring him to Michael's
-[x] Suggest Michael curse him not to harm good/innocent people
-[x] Suggest Michael curse him not to harm good/innocent people
