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[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkRed]That sounds like a marvelous idea Cyriel and a great move. I was beginning to think that you all died on me. Ah, and if you could all excuse Kairi for a short while, he dislocated his shoulder last night (five minutes after I left him to his own devices no less) and he may not be able to post for a little while.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Lucifer Gender: Male Position: Vague Personality: Lucifer is a simple creature, with only one or two things to occupy his thoughts that keeps him going. He is a soul driven by determination and will, with little that can deter him from his goals. He does not feel love or compassion as an instrument of the holy spectrum and will spare very little of it to those near him. Lucifer doesn't allow for anyone or anything to come close to him, and he will appear cold and aloof more often than not. He also comes off as cruel and angry, although he doesn't realize it himself. There are times when he is calm and lethargic, but those periods are breif and far apart. Appearance: Upon first appearance he would appear tall and slender, perhaps weak were it not for the way he carries himself. His skin is pale and clear, a few white scars etched ghostily over his body. In days past his hair was long and ashen, yet since he became human it was shorn short, but still kept the same pitch color. His eyes are as dark and as souless as any creature that crawled from hell, yet hold an eerie light when he is either angered or excited. His wings which were once a dim grey as result of his repentance are there no more, where he is human and bleeds as such. Weapons: None. Bio: Years and years before Adam walked among the beauty of Eden, or before his creation was ever contemplated, there was a being created by God. This being was blessed with the name of Lucifer. Lucifer was for a time the most blessed and praised creation of God, blessed with golden hair and pristine wings. He stood between God and the other angels, acting as the highest choir possible. This did not settle with Lucifer however. He wanted to be worshiped by the other angels, and steal a bit of God's spotlight. But this would no do, for it was against God's will, all creatures and angels were to worship and look up to him only. Lucifer's dissobedience was ignored for a great while as God planned to create a new world with new beings that would eventually become his most favored creation. This infuriated Lucifer and he confronted his Father God, crying out his disspleasure in these creatures that would be known as humans. He said that he and his bretheren came first, and should be greater than the humans. This however, was not so. As it were, the Angels became servants of the humans. This only angered Lucifer furthur as he began to place seeds of distrust and lies in the minds of the pther angels, some beleived, and some did not. Those who did joined Lucifer's war on God and were struck down by Michael and his Angels. God, infuriated by the actions of his once favored Angel sent him below to hell where Satan resided (for Satan and Lucifer are not the same beings as it is thought). There Lucifer's pristine wings burned into a midnight coal and his hair singed into a darkened ash, he was miserable and punished for his actions by Satan himself, who took pleasure in defiling one of the greatest creations God had wrought. Eventually Lucifer had repented for his harsh actions, but was not done for his betrayal. He would forever be condemned to earth and hell, keeping the fallen angels and demons in line. He would be the keeper of the damned, and made sure that none of them would do anything against God's will. Things remained the same for centuries untill he came across the likes of Reoan, a guardian that sparked his interest when he was near her. This interest wasn't sparked by lust or inklings of love that were emotions he purged years before. It seemed more an interest of her rebellious disposition that reminded him of his old ways. Her presence gives him an odd feeling of reminiscence that he finds quite appealing. It was to his absolute delight to find that she had been banished to Hell. There, he would occasionaly keep her company, or watch her being tortured from a distance. Lucifer was offered a great opertunity from God to join the angels in battle against Reoan. Were he sucessfull he could return to Heaven with his companion Azrael. It was that one thing he wanted most, and he fought hard to acheive it. However, though battle he lost his beloved Azrael and lost his wings, becomming mortal. Lucifer was left for dead after his wings were ripped from his body and his soul had become a mortal one. He was found days later to be alive by a few currious humans and is now resting, healing and comatose in a Hospital unbeknownst to him as a John Doe. An unknown man with an unknown past. Show Time: [[Will finish later!]][/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][FONT=Century Gothic]Father Giovanni paused at the head of the table, looking into each worn yet noble face that looked back at him. Their faces were familiar to him, but not well known. He knew each of their abilities, their strengths, and what use they had to him, but beyond that, he knew very little. Perhaps it was best that way, when it would be most likely that some would never return again. These acuaintences, he reminded himself, should be performed in a buisness-like manner. He sighed, straightening his posture and looked over the agents once more before he spoke. "I'm certain you all have a notion as to why I've called you here." He began, placing a hand flat on the table to force himself not to pace again, "His holiness has given me dirrect orders to call you five here, for there is chaos rising in our land and our people." He then turned from the table, making his way to the other side of the hall to a nearby stand, retreiving a letter which he brought back to read. "This came to me from a Father Alexi Valentin. He lives in Surgut, a rather prosperous village in central Russia. He is a close ally to us, and sent this letter with a most grave message within it." Giovanni then set the letter on the table for all to read. The writting was crisp and clean, the lettering looking as though it were a simple 'how-do-you-do' letter. [I]Father Emilio Giovanni, I realize it has been too long since my last letter, and I appologise in advance for the nature of what I am about to speak of. It has been rather difficult to bring a postman or a messenger by Surgut these days, for all of those that live outside our Villages' limits beleive this place to be damned. I would not doubt their beleifs if I were not a man of the cloth myself. Strange occurances have been plauging out people, and with each passing day it seems to grow worse. Our crops are spoiling, our livestock dying, the water runs black with murky death and the fountains run with blood. The people of my village come to me with fear in their eyes, reporting screams in the night and a strange sickness to befall their children. I know not what is happening to our village Emilio, but I fear for the worst. Please, I beg of you, send help and salvation for our people, I fear there is little time left. -Father Alexi Valentin[/I] "This letter came to me a fortnight ago, and I haven't heard anything more from him." Father Giovanni said lowly, his eyes resting upon the letter on the table, "I ask you to leave for Surgut tomorow, together, and you should reach it within seven days or so on horseback. I expect you to prepare for anything, and listen to those around you once you reach the village. Something is amiss that Father Alexi has not noticed, and we must right this before any innocents become furthur injured." He straightened his posture again, casting them all a gentle smile. "May you go with God's good will, and that you stay safe in the name of the lord."[/FONT] --- Feel free to discuss what is happening in the village within your posts, and head out together when you feel the time is right. Please use the Underground thread too![/COLOR]

[FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkRed]I'll take on two characters if you wish, I mean, it seems to be working for LMMD. If not, that'll be a blessing too. Oh...And raise your hands to the air! Lucifer's making a comeback! *cackles*[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][FONT=Century Gothic][CENTER][I][U]Iscatiot Section XIII: Renaissance[/U][/I] Cast: Father Josef Schmid- Kairi Sister Carmita Arroyo- Kenshinsbabe Father Pietro Romano- Archangel Father Osric Mason- Fallen Sister Maree Bedeau- Cyriel [U]Chapter 1 In the Beginning[/U] [I]"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."[/I][/CENTER] ? The hall was empty yet serene, the golden rays of a warm summer morning was pouring in through high glass paned windows, spilling recklessly across the polished marble floors. Outside the soft chittering of city pigeons mingled with the distant toll of church bells, calling the faithful to morning mass. The city of Rome was alive and bustling in the late morning, the people of its streets seemingly oblivious to the evils (or perhaps not) of their surrounding world. The common people did not worry themselves with such things. Perhaps the common man was blissfully ignorant and peacfull with himself. And although the world seemed greatly at peace, Father Emilio Giovanni was not. He was pacing about the polished marble flooring, his shadow trailing him quite closely in the morning's rays. His simple black cossack swayed to and fro with each step occasionally twirling in a silent flutter when the man decided to change dirrection. While by no means a youthfull man, his pale face still clung to the vigor that it once held in days past. Years of wincing due to his poor sight gave his eyes a pinched look, yet left charming creases trailing along to his temple. His hair was fading these days, turning from a rich brown to a dim bay. And his slim build was becomming hunched and lethargic in passing days. Father Giovanni was but an aging man in a time where he could do everything within his power to make things right in the eyes of the lord. While this aging priest seemed to be little more than a hobbling anxious man, he secretly held a great deal of power with his name and position within the Vatican church. He held the superior seat within the hidden thirteenth branch of the Vatican apostles, the heradler of the name Iscariot. Within his power was the ability to dispatch agents to perform work in the name of the lord. Not merely spreading the name of God, but defending the name of which the Holy Father stood for by means of any force they could fathom. While he seldom found means to call his agents to duty, there was a monotonous stream of news comming into the Vatican church, speaking of most unholy things. It was by the dirrect order of the Pope, that the thirteenth branch of Iscariot be activated once again. Father Giovanni was a bit reluctant in this action, but had sent out the letters nonetheless, and now he waited. Waited for the five seats around which he paced to be filled.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]I'm getting to it, but life seems to keep getting in the way. I just gotta keep booting myself in the *** to get this thing started and all will be well. I promise! Expect to see it up by tonight.[/FONT][/COLOR] [B]EDIT:[/B] [COLOR=DarkSlateGray][FONT=Century Gothic]Look! I kept to my word and Iscariot is now up! I appologise again if things haven't been explained here as of yet partially because I suffering a rather large hangover yesterday. Thus now I will make a few things clear. Letters via PM: You will be reciving letters, documents and clues through your PMs from time to time durring the RPG. I would suggest saving these letters and documents, for there may be a time when you need to look back to them. The clues will be important too when the time comes and I also suggest you keep those in check as well. Father Emilio Giovanni: He is your superior within the Iscariot branch, and while little is known about him now, you will all learn more about him through following chapters. He's classified as an NPC (non-player character) and is free for anyone to use, but keep him in check please ;). NPCs: There will be several more along the way that will be conducted under my roleplaying. Some will be helpful and others completely useless, but I trust that you all will seek out the right ones as you play along. Now that the first chapter is in motion, I will await a post from each member of the group, then you will recive info on your first mission. I'll do my best in that time to keep you all up to date through this thread and will take any suggestions that you have. I also expect that there will be no more delays and I hope all goes smoothly from now on :).[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]Alec had watched Kabira go with little intrest. It seemed that she had a much more important agenda than to exchange niceities (and possibly other things) between two obviously bored creatures of the night. He let another silent sigh pass by his lips before giving in to his rotten luck and the will to sleep. The sun was nearing the horizon, and he did well to follow the remaining guests to their respective quarters for the day. When he had finaly reached his tomb-esque room, his movements were stiff and lethargic. A silk strewn bed was to be the place where he'd rest his head, the room seemingly one large coffin. Alec didn't put much more mind into it as he stalked through the dark chamber, sprawling himself atop his bed without so much more as a yawn before falling into the deep sleep of the day. Malik had also returned to his chambers for the day, a slight irritation rising within him as he realized that Kabira had disobeyed his orders and was nowhere to be seen. It was no matter after all as he made his way to his own place of rest, a stone-wrought sarcophagus that took residence in the center of the room and was nothing short of a tomb. The lid was already slid aside from the previous evening's awakening, and stood ready for his entry. The vampire slid silently and smoothly into the large coffin, shifting within on the large pillowed interior. Most evenings Kabira would be by his side, at his beck and call when he needed her assistance or her uses of the flesh. But for this day he found himself quite alone, nearly as empty as the tomb he slept within. He gave the vampiress no more thought as the heavy stone lid above him slid shut. The final hard click of the frame heralded the comming day, and his mind was far off with another. * * * The evening had come as quickly as the rest always did, and it was evident that nearly every vampire on the premesis was well rested and perhaps a bit anxious. Alec certainly felt that way. As far as he knew, Malik had drawn them all together to speak of a threat by means of Wakanda. But what did it all mean? Surely there was more. The gentleman Vampire had made his way from his assigned quarters to the main dinning areas, where flesh of a questionable source was served dripping in its own crimson juices upon silver platters. Hunger stabbed at his gullet, and his fangs ached for something to satiate him. His curriosity was chased away for the moment as he joined in the small feast. Elsewhere, Malik waited patiently in his quarters, preparing to tell his kin of the Wakanda escape, and awaiting Kabira's return. [/FONT][/COLOR] ----- Guh....

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]Right, I appologise profusely for making you all wait so long, and I am ever greatful for your undying patience. I'm afraid I've been ill for a while (No thanks to Kairi :p) and I've been a bit tied up with job interveiws and the like. Again, I appologise for the frustratingly long wait. Now comes the time to post the results of the Signups. I feel that it was a hard choice, five of the six of you being chosen. It took me a great while to decide on what I was to do, and I thank you all ahead of time for your understanding. The cast of Iscariot Section XIII is as follows: Father Josef Schmid- Kairi Sister Carmita Arroyo- Kenshinsbabe Father Pietro Romano- Archangel Father Osric Mason- Fallen Sister Maree Bedeau- Cyriel Thank you all for taking the time to participate in this signup, you will be receiving news by PM very soon. I hope you all look forward to the beginning of this RPG! As always, if you have any comments, concerns or even complaints, please don't hesitate to PM me or post in the Underground.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[QUOTE=Sage]Oh, if only you knew... ;D This has nothing to do with your game, but I just had to comment on this. Despite their vows of selibacy and chastity etc., life of the monks, nuns and priests in the monasteries and churches were and still are some times far from that. The thing is that they keep it in secrecy. They have to, or else they are banished. In the middle-ages the vow-breakers faced execution. As you said, churchmen and -women are only human, and because they are denied one of the basic needs of humanity, they have to satisfy their needs in secret, at times perverted ways. But enough about that, I respect that you don't want that in your game. Just wanted you to know this... (Oh the things you learn from history books! ;D )[/QUOTE] [FONT=Garamond][COLOR=DarkRed]Well, it's the least I can do from Smut running amok in my Rpg :animeswea Thanks Sage.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]Hello and welcome to Iscariot Section XIII: Underground! Feel free to discuss the RPG here with fellow players or ask any questions that come to mind. That said, let me give you a brief rundown of the rules once more. [U][I]Godmodding[/I][/U]: Some people don't mind this, others do. Do not use anyone's characters without their permission first. Not abiding by this rule causes confusion and sometimes frustration. [I][U]Sex[/U][/I]: There will be [B]NO[/B] sex between the characters. I repeat, [B]NO SEX[/B]. These are Priests and Nuns we're talking about here, they lead chaste lives and most likely will not be straying from that path. Do NOT test my patience in that area. I have also left very little opertunity to include smut within this Rpg. If you're looking for cheap thrills through text, you're not going to find any here. Sorry. [U][I]Language[/I][/U]: I have allowed there to be cussing within the Rpg. Yes the Nuns and Priests are human and yes they do have slip ups, but having your character cussing like a sailor is not acceptable. NPCs can cuss all they like. [U][I]Violence[/I][/U]: I expect that this Rpg will have very heavy violence laced within it. It includes but is not limited to, blood, gore, death, torture, disease and anything else your sick little minds can fathom. I'm sure you all have a pretty good handle on what you can and cannot write on the OB. [U][I]Posting[/I][/U]: I don't expect you to post novels each time you decide to write, nor do I expect you to make this a daily dedication. But it would be nice to make an attempt with each post you do. Remember, you're telling a story and a two sentence post every three weeks isn't telling much. [I][U]Characterization[/U][/I]: Please, please, please, [B]STAY IN CHARACTER[/B]. I cannot stress this enough. Your character is not God, they do not weild magic, they are not almighty and they are not impervious to harm. This can sometimes grate on the other player's nerves and can cause a lot of tension. Keep this in mind when you are writting your signup. Besides, if you could kill everything with one strike, what fun would that be? [U][I]Tattoos[/I][/U]: I realise that these symbols upon the skin hold significance for certain characters. But the marks were taboo for those closely related to the church or from high standing families in the 1400s. Therefore I ask that these be changed in whatever way you would wish. A few examples would be trinkets for rememberance/symbolisim or if you're game to it, self mutilation. [I][U]Guns[/U][/I]: The only gun that one could find in the 1400s was the hand gonne, wich really wasn't hand held at all. It was a bulky wood and metal tube used in battle and was much more like a small cannon than a portable firearm. Therefore, I doubt characters could die from bullet wounds. [U][I]Vampires[/I][/U]: In this age (and story) vampires are not the common, suave, human looking creatures of the night that you all know (and might love) from other fictional works. The vampires in this story are beastly monsters who do not attack without reason. More will be described about them in comming chapters. A lot of rules eh? I figured it would be easier to post them here rather than everyone refering back to the Signups. Speaking of Signups, they are still very open and will remain open until [B]Thursday September 15, 2005.[/B] I haven't had much time to decide upon a cast yet, as there are very few signups, I urge anyone who is reading this, to check out the thread [URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=49350][Here][/URL]. I've also been rather busy with job interveiws and a few other RPGs, thus I appologise to those who felt that I had been neglecting this Idea. Worry not, I am well, alive and still very dedicated to this RPG. -Angelus[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]Alec had bowed graciously at Kell'niele's exit into her quarters, knowing that the little charade they had created for themselves would not go any further. No, she wasn't like the others that skulked about, hunting for a quick screw then never to be heard from again. That or they'd bleed you for everything you were worth. The behavior reminded him very much of the courtship of spiders. Once the male had served his purpose, he was nothing more than a warm and sexualy weakened meal. Vampire women weren't any different, and Alec always kept on his guard. The idea of a long-term mate appealed to him however, and although Kell'niele seemed ideal for his wishes, he was fairly certain that she wasn't acting serrious. He gave a silent sight, re-joining the guests downstairs. Wishes and hopes left little to the imagination, especially to one of this life-style. As dawn approached, he didn't feel the urge to sleep striking him. Not yet anyway. Rouge eyes fell upon another familiar face, and fangs glinted as he made an approach. Lord Malik was just leaving her as he walked closer. Time to greet his good friend, Kabira. [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] Before Malik had stalked up the main stairway, he had spotted a most familiar face appearing in the crowd. In that instance he felt his anger flare as he descended the steps again, approaching and grabbing her by the upper arm harshly. "Aren't you supposed to be downstairs?" He asked with a deadly hiss upon his voice. Kabira had snapped her head around in this time, surprise not on her face but a burning frustration in her eyes, as though his chastising her were the last thing she needed right now. "Why? To watch your precious little prisoner?" She snapped back, obviously not intimidated by his growled questions, nor the fingers digging into her arm, "She's being taken care of by Flux." "By the smell of it," He cast a wicked grin towards her, his nostrils flaring, "You already saw to that." A blush of anger began to creep up the back of the Vampiress' neck as she was put on the spot for her behavior. To Malik's statement, she had nothing more to say, rather, she stood staring smoldering holes through his palid face. Without a snappy retort or any sensless excuses, Malik pulled her closer for an instant, dipping his head to her ear. "I'll expect you to be a good little girl," He hissed silkily to her, "I'd best find you in my quarters and waiting by sunrise." And with that, he swept away, off to where is prisoner was being kept. To take care of some buisness before his rest. Upon entering the small chamber below, he was greeted by a disheveled Flux, a blossom of fresh blood smattering through his clothing. A smile was upon his lips as he watched his master enter, a smile that somehow didn't know he was duped by a conniving mistress. A body was propped up, limp and lifeless in the corner. The simple garb providing information that it was one of his servants. "She's killed a servant," Flux nodded towards the corpse, "Hid it up in the ceiling. I pulled it down of course." Malik let his gaze travel from the carcass to his prisoner. She was bound in a rather secure manner, a glare to deftly match any that he had ever seen. He smiled darkly, returning his attention to Flux. "I'm quite sure she did," He said, his voice edging on a mocking tone, "Why don't you clean yourself up and prepare for the day." It was more of an order than a suggestion, one that Flux understood well as he made his exit from the room. Malik watched him go with dissintrest, waiting for complete silence before he even dared to glance at Kalei again. "It's quite a gift..." He began, smiling at the woman bound before him, "when one can infuriate Kabira to the extent you have." "I've done nothing..." Kalei said plainly. Malik however, doubted that giving a soft, low chuckle, moving closer to the bound Wakanda, confident that she wouldn't attack him. "It was a rather nice mark you left on her face," He purred, lifting his hand slowly to gently capture her chin between forefinger and thumb, "Pity that she didn't land a strike on you." "She's not the brightest of your species." Kalei tried to jerk her head away. Malik increased the preassure in his fingers, now bruising her tender skin. He turned her head to the left, and then the right, as though he were a master inspecting their favorite pet. "That's a given, but she serves her purpose," He said distantly, as though the subject of Kabira were boring him, "Far more loyal than you ever were." Kalei chuckled, smiling lightly. "I'm sure I never compared to her in bed, but I always thought it was you that was not loyal. At least I have yet to take another lover since you left." Kalei gave a wicked smile, hoping her words would strick up his temper. Malik merely returned the smile, moving to grasp her jaw now, dealing a good amount of crushing pressure onto her. "In my world, there are only toys who do not walk a line between sex and love." He smirked darkly, "But I'm sure you've forgotten, blinded by your silly Wakanda ideals. Which reminds me, where is you clan? Comming durring the day to murder us in our sleep?" Kalei whinced slightly under the amount of pressure he was placing upon her. She smiled softly, her eyes showing her distaste in his cruel words. "You should know, Malik." "I'm afraid I do." He said, his smile turning into a frown, releasing Kalei's face and stepping away from her, "And it's nothing short from foolish." Kalei took in a deep breath, feeling fresh blood running down her wrist. She watched Malik, but could not muster to say anything. What was there for her to say? "Say I set you free..." He turned over his shoulder, regarding her with narrowed eyes, "and you hold off your kin until an honorable battle can be fought?" Kalei squinted her eyes. "Why?" "I'm fairly certain that the Wakanda don't think themselves as cowards," He retorted quietly, "And are most likely not going fight without the knowledge that their leader is safe."[/FONT][/COLOR] [FONT=Garamond]I'm tired, I'm sure you can manage from here DC.[/FONT]

[FONT=Garamond]Well DC, I'll try to do my best, although I'm particularly sure that it will be a challenge now that there are two active vampires within this whole RPG. And I'd also like to know, why are the Wakanda killing us so easily? I wasn't aware that you were all so powerful...Just a thought I've been pondering.[/FONT] [COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Garamond]Alec exhaled Kell'Niele's scent, feeling his head swim and old, thick blood thudding through his restless veins. Heat spread through him as he tried to settle himself even closer, although his enchanting companion wasn't that giving. "Dear sir, you really are too bold," She tittered, playing coy. Alec smiled, admiring her defiance. "My lady," He cooed giving his finest simple pleasantries, "Surely it is better than being far too prude?" "Surely, but perhaps a lewd nature such as yours is asking too much." She trailed her fingers up along his chest, entwining them around his cravat. The ball was very much in her court now and Alec would bow to her whims if need be. He was regretfully weak in comparison to her, and wasn't nearly sound enough to stand against her prowress. Regardless of what would happen, he was sure that the end result would suit him. As he was prepared to counter her statement, a dark figure stalked from the main stairway pausing upon the first step. "My honored guests." Malik's deep voice carried loud and strong over the hushed parlors ahead, "I have gathered you all here to announce the already growing threat of the Wakanda tribes that live among us." There were a few hisses and muttered words amongst the guests, then silence. "I ask for your assistance in these times, to rise against the few that dare challenge us. Those that kill us recklessly for merely feeding. Those very fools that think they can hinder us from what we've been doing for centuries!" A small smattering of applause came from the guests, while few looked on with proud smiles. Malik spoke again when all was silent once more. "So I ask you brethren, fight to be the dominant race, join me in exterminating the filth and reclaiming the night as our own!" Another series of applause and encouraging voices, a room of resolute vampires if he had ever seen any. He felt there was no need to draw attention to the prisoner he held, it was his buisness what he did with her. The purpose of his guests was just to turn them to killing machines of his benifeit. Nothing wrong with having a little extra help. "And now I bid you all a good night, the dawn is upon us and I ask you all to find comfort in retiring in the estate." And with that, he retreated back up the staircase again, out of sight. Alec turned to Kell'Niele, quirking an eyebrow. "Well this explains a few things..." He said with a slight drawl, the Wakanda bored him and he spent little time to bother with them, he was far more interested in persuing other goals "Shall I escort you to your quarters?"[/FONT][/COLOR]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Signups are looking looking rather good friends, but there are a few things I would like to add based on what I've read so far. Tattoos: I realise that these symbols upon the skin hold significance for certain characters. But the marks were taboo for those closely related to the church or from high standing families in the 1400s. Therefore I ask that these be changed in whatever way you would wish. A few examples would be trinkets for rememberance/symbolisim or if you're game to it, self mutilation. Guns: The only gun that one could find in the 1400s was the hand gonne, wich really wasn't hand held at all. It was a bulky wood and metal tube used in battle and was much more like a small cannon than a portable firearm. Therefore, I doubt characters could die from bullet wounds. Vampires: In this age (and story) vampires are not the common, suave, human looking creatures of the night that you all know (and might love) from other fictional works. The vampires in this story are beastly monsters who do not attack without reason. More will be described about them in comming chapters. And that is relatively the gist of it. I appologise if I sound anal at all, or even seem to be singling out Rpers. I just wanted to adress these issues for the better of your signups.[/color][/font]

[center][IMG]http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y66/purgatorybellhop/Junk/Iscariotbanner.jpg[/IMG] [color=darkslategray][font=franklin gothic medium][i]"And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil..."[/i][/center] [center].:History:.[/center] In the bible, there is mention of a man by the name of Judas Iscariot, son of Simon. He was the thirteenth holy apostle and the betrayer of his devine master, Jesus Christ. Commiting such a crime, he was delivered divine justice and repented with death. His name was not looked upon with simple pleasantries, and it carried a heavy burden upon all those who lived beneith it. Within the Vatican are the twelve branches of the apostles, each one serving the pope to the best of their abilities. But there is a thirteenth branch, and its purpose is carrying out the strenous deeds in repentance for the name Judas Iscariot. The section operates in secrecy, for the missions that they carry out in the name of the catholic church are of the darkest matter. Heretics, Pagans, Monsters, Demons, all are dealt with and erased by Section Thirteen. The acts of murder and death rest upon their souls as they eradicate and save others from the firey pits of hell. In the name of God, Amen. [center].:Stories:.[/center] The earliest recorded actions of Iscariot were dated to occur in the mid fifteenth century. Monks and friars were keen to document the branches' findings and excursions. Although the operations were performed with the utmost secrecy, the documentation was to be used to educate rising members within the order. The first records were of a few particular men and women of the cloth, who broke social standards and expectations to carry out their duties. Although they were labled as God's warriors, they appeared to be nothing more than average men and women from all corners of Europe with a determination to please their lord. We cannot determine that this is the case however, as there were only five lines of scripture that best described the preists and nuns of Iscariot. The following were all the collected findings. ? Father Pietro Romano of Verona. 24 years of age before Service. Student of the noble fencing blade. ? Sister Carmita Arroyo of Madrid. 28 years of age before Service. Student of the theif's thrown blade. ? Father Josef Schmid of Frankfurt. 32 years of age before Service. Student of the warrior's Axe. ? Sister Maree Bedeau of Toulouse. 19 years of age before Service. Student of the guard's Spear. ? Father Osric Mason of Canterbury. 22 years of age before Service. Student of the knight's blade. What can be gathered from these five agents is their heritage of land, how old they were when they began their terms in Iscariot and what skills they used. It is a common belief that some form of pagan witchery or magic was used to the benefit of the catholic church. While this belief is held in high standards amongst other circles, it is known that the use of such 'power' was forbidden and looked down upon within such an organization. As far as it can be determined, the early Nuns and Priests were fond of blades treated by holy water that would wound as well as bless those being attacked. Wether or not they worked on pagans was unknown, but it was well known to inflict harm on the wicked beasts of the devil. When the five discontinued their services or died remains unknown, while documentation continues to be discovered to this day.[/color][/font] [font=franklin gothic medium][color=black][center].:Greetings:.[/center] Hello and welcome to Iscariot Section XIII: Renaissance. If you've gotten this far, then I'd like to congratulate you (Yes, I know the above reads like a show from the discovery channel) and give you a little back info on this Rpg. Before I get any PMs, yes, I did borrow the Theme from Hellsing. No, Alucard, Maxwell or any of the other characters will be making an appearance. This Rpg, follows the basic idea of Iscariot and elaborates on its past in the fifteenth century. This Rpg will be in Chapters and be managed through an underground thread to keep it orderly. [center].:Rules:.[/center] Yeah, all Rpgs have them, this one isn't any different. Below are a list of rules that when followed allows a good time for everyone. Godmodding: Some people don't mind this, others do. Do not use anyone's characters without their permission first. Not abiding by this rule causes confusion and sometimes frustration. Sex: There will be [b]NO[/b] sex between the characters. I repeat, [b]NO SEX[/b]. These are Priests and Nuns we're talking about here, they lead chaste lives and most likely will not be straying from that path. Do [b]NOT[/b] test my patience in that area. I have also left very little opertunity to include smut within this Rpg. If you're looking for cheap thrills through text, you're not going to find any here. Sorry. Language: I have allowed there to be cussing within the Rpg. Yes the Nuns and Priests are human and yes they do have slip ups, but having your character cussing like a sailor is not acceptable. NPCs can cuss all they like. Violence: I expect that this Rpg will have very heavy violence laced within it. It includes but is not limited to, blood, gore, death, torture, disease and anything else your sick little minds can fathom. I'm sure you all have a pretty good handle on what you can and cannot write on the OB. Posting: I don't expect you to post novels each time you decide to write, nor do I expect you to make this a daily dedication. But it would be nice to make an attempt with each post you do. Remember, you're telling a story and a two sentence post every three weeks isn't telling much. Characterization: Please, please, please, [b]STAY IN CHARACTER[/b]. I cannot stress this enough. Your character is not God, they do not weild magic, they are not almighty and they are not impervious to harm. This can sometimes grate on the other player's nerves and can cause a lot of tension. Keep this in mind when you are writting your signup. Besides, if you could kill everything with one strike, what fun would that be? [center].:Sign Up:.[/center] Still with me? These are the signups. Above are the five characters for use. Their names, age, national heritage and weapons preferences are to stay the same through your signup. What's left, such as their background, appearance, chatacteristics and anything else I forgot to mention is entirely left for you to choose. This isn't first come first serve. I'll be looking for good post quality, where grammar and spelling is important. Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Description please. You may add an image to your description if you can manage. Personality: How they act. How they react to certain surroundings. How they act towards others ect. Weapon: Each member has their own weapon category, specifics can be added here. No images please. History/Background: This is entirely up to you. Tell your character's story up until they joined Iscariot. A few notes, your characters will have been within the church for some time. Iscariot chooses its members, not the other way around. Please don't make them decide on a whim that they wanted to be a Priest/Nun and joined the church. Snippet: I want to see how your writting style is. So all I ask is a short sample of your writting while in character. Additional information: Anything I forgot to mention that you feel that you would like to add goes here. And that would be it kiddies! If I forgot anything, you have any questions or your have any requests, please feel free to PM me. I will keep the Signups open for one week. [/font][/color]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Alec smiled down at his company, raising his glass as well in a mock toast. "Imbued perhaps," He smirked, crimson eyes glittering, "But still the most socially gracefull Nosferatu I had ever had the pleasure to know." He then took a sip from his glass, relishing in the feeling of the life-giving fluid that trickled down his throat. Not the best drink to have cold, but he'd manage. Perhaps he could nip a servant later, given that Malik wouldn't mind. He hadn't had many encounters with the Nosferatu seated before him. She was a distant acquaintance of his, many years of the undead life separating their common intrests. While he was still haunted by the thrill of the hunt, she was seeminly enjoying what endless powers this life held for her. Although they shared very little in common, the two of them could still hold simple pleasantries. He returned his attention to Kell'Niele, offering another smile. "So tell me," He looked about the room once more, slowly, taking in each face, "Have you any ideas as to why we've been called together?"[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkolivegreen] Name: Knutt Gender: Male Age: 12 Race: Deku Appearance: While not yet reaching his adult's height, Knutt currently stands at 4' 7", the average height for a child of his age and species. He is rather gangly with thick, tough skin that resembles bark causing him to make a creaking noise at times durring movement. The color of his bark-like skin is a pale shade of cherry, giving him a rather beige-ish appearance. Unrully straw-like hair sticks from his head, shorn in short harsh crops, sometimes concealing brilliant green eyes. His wardrobe consists of a worn pair of hideskin trousers and a dirty green vest, leaving all else rather natural. Background/Biography: Knutt grew up (and is still growing) in the Forbidden Forest. He has never seen the outside world and, really, doesn't have much of a past. The twelve years of his life have been rather uninteresting, the forest being his playground and the Deku people his kin. But that life doesn't suit Knutt. What the boy wishes more than anything is to venture beyond the forrest barrier, to see what lies beyond and interact with the people of the world whom he had only heard tales of. The stern sense of adventure doesn't leave him in good standing with the other Deku youths as he was looked down upon for his silly ideals. In most honesty, Knutt wasn't a very high standing member amongst his people, and felt rather out of place. Were he to vanish, none would surely notice. Personality: While having a high adventurous spirit and rock-hard determination, Knutt is still a child and rather innocent when it comes to situations of the outside world. Naive and childish describe him well, but he is generally good hearted and holds an air of mischeif that is common among his kind. Primary Weapon: Flute Secondary Weapon: A small wooden sword Items: Deku nuts, Deku stick Starting Point: Forbidden Forest[/color][/font] If anything needs changing, feel free to PM me

[font=garamond][color=teal]Time to get this Vampire party into full swing...[/color][color=darkred] A cool and quiet evening, a soft and soothing atmosphere, a plethora of fruitful and subserviant prey. Yes, this truly was a splendid occasion for any vampire lucky enough to be in league with Malik. The gathering was at a small secluded villa in the hills of northern Spain. It was far from prying eyes, and suitable enough for Malik's needs. The interior was dark and plush, the smell of blood and death mingling in the air with perfumes and flowers in attempt to hide the smell. Young scantly clad servants ducked in and out of passageways, carrying glasses of what looked like thick dark wine, serving the guests with as much pomp and circumstance as possible. Insulting a guest of this status could be the last thing one would ever do. Alec nodded his head curtly to a passing servant, clutching a glass from his tray, setting the young man to startle slightly. The smell of fear among them was intoxicating as well as tempting. The vampire was quite sure that Malik had not intended his servants to be fed upon, or perhaps it was a very open invitation. None of them knew however where the good lord Malik was. As far as Alec could tell, the sitting room that held the most guests was lacking in the lading vampire thus far. Trauver was looking forward to seeing him, not having spoken to the man in many many years. But it seemed as though something of interest was going on, something involving the Wakanda that included the majority of the clans. All there was to do was sit and wait, sit and wait...[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=Teal]Summer camp really does bring out the inner deamons of some of the most patient, kind people. I didn't think much of it when I applied to work at a six week residential all girl camp. I'd say it gave me much more patience and grace when it came to working with smaller children (the older ones are an entirely different matter). I would definitely say that it was a life lesson that I should do well to never forget, or even think the things I wanted to do to those brats... Although I do miss it, and it has taught me to appreciate how precious and innocent children are. Then again, they can be conniving, scheming little monsters that want to play "lets see which councellor will cry first".[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]*cackles*[/color][color=darkslategray] Name: Sir Alec Truvaer Gender: Male. Race: Full Vampire thank you very much. Allegiance: Loyalties lie with Lord Malik. Abilities: Is a seducer, and prides himself in being rather fast. Appearance: Alec stands at a daunting six feet, slender in his limbs and carries himself with an air of royalty. His actions are slow and smooth, grace and beauty of a young man being invaluable assets to him. Long black hair and sharp golden eyes are distinguishing trademarks of Sir Alec, along with a wardrobe that holds true to a victorian era. Black velvet is usually the vampire's taste and would not settle for anything less than perfection. Personality: Haughty, Snobbish, Cruel, Saddistic and 'Holier than thou' come to mind when describing Truvaer. He is rarely capable of compassion, or kindness, unless the use of said emotions allow for self gain. Character Snippet: [i]From the documents of Sir Alec Truvaer Circa August 7th, 1785[/i] A rather currious encounter with a strange man has led me to fall quite ill in past weeks. I feel as though I am on the brink of death each morning, but as night falls, I can allow myself to be pulled from my chambers, and even perfom normal tasks as I am now. I haven't eaten for days, and I feel that if I don't gain sustenance soon, my body will forefeit the fight, and I shall find myself a grave man. [i]Circa August 12th, 1785[/i] I write now in haste, amazed at the sudden strength I have gained with such a barbaric manner. Young Evans, my most loyal and trustworthy of servants fell victim to my words and willingly offered himself to me as a sacrifice to my health. While odd as it seemed to me, I soon had the young man under my control, and, dare I say, fed from his very veins. I find now that my craving has not been for food, but for blood, human blood at that. A craving so lethal that my servant had left this world too soon. Pity, and he felt rather delicious beneith my tongue. [i]Circa April 28th, 1845[/i] In my years of travel, I have learned a new term 'Vampire'. It seems all those years ago, I was in the company of a night walker. Having being bitten and not imediately killed, I have contracted the so called curse. I however could not be more thrilled. My youth has clung to me now, years beyond the days when I should have wilted and died. The only thing that keeps me sustained is the blood of humans, those whom I used to belong. For once they were my equals, now they are nothing more than livestock to me. Perhaps I should begin harvest of my own herd. [i]Circa October 16th, 1894[/i] News has reached me of a new breed of vampire, were they to be called a breed at all. Whispers of half bloods has reached my ears, and shames me to share the name with them. These wretches who wish to live the night sicken me, and will be disposed of by my hands. Those who care not to have such a fate as a halfblood? I would be more than pleased to end their suffering. [i]Circa October 31st, 1894[/i] More news has reached me as I learn about a new clan amongst the hidden race called the Wakanda. Strange beings that resemble the closeness of mankind and weild powers of the earth. Strange, I wonder how they would taste. It seems however, that my breed is unwelcome in their realm. And here I was about to throw a dinner party for them... [i]Circa August 17th, 2005[/i] It has been nearly been 220 years since my birth into darkness. And in this time I have not seen such a war as I am about to see. My undying lord malik wishes to wage war upon the Wakanda, the beings wich I have yet to taste upon my lips. Perhaps in this unending opertunity of encounters, I shall snag one for my own, and perhaps, kill a few in the process...[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]I've been having a rather rough day today it seems. Although I'm sure it hasn't been as bad as some of the stories I've been reading above, it still ranks pretty high in my book. It all started after I left my first year of college. I knew I didn't have the heart or the will to go back, I guess I saw it as a waste of time, especially when I hadn't the ambition to do well. When I left school, I started thinking about joining the service, becomming one of the military. I gathered a few mixed veiws on what I was planning, but none meant more to me than my parent's thoughts. My mother, while a little worried in my choices still whole-heartedly supports me, is very much not like my father, who found out today of what I was planning. I had been avoiding the subject for weeks, knowing that he'd be angry that I wasn't returning to college, thus I did the stupid thing of not telling him. After much debate with myself, I finnaly called him today to deliver the news. He was not thrilled to say the least, and a few things that he told me brought me to tears. My father's words, to sum them up, were to never speak or try to see him again. I was told that I was a stupid girl for giving up an education, and that I'd most likely die over in Iraq. While most of this in my eyes isn't true in the least, it still hurt terribly, comming from a man that I looked up to and loved for many years. Now it feels like I've lost a loved relative through death. I wouldn't expect my father to agree with what I plan to do, but really, dissown me? It breaks my heart, and really is making this the worst day ever...[/font][/color]

Oh my god, it's a post! [color=darkred][font=garamond]"Don't lag Lucifer..." Azrael called over his shoulder cheerily, "We're nearly there." Lucifer snorted quietly to himself, not seeing land for several miles ahead, just all of the blasted Atlantic spread below him. They had been flying all night, dawn approaching slowly as the two beat their weary wings on their way to Spain. As usual, Azrael was in his element, for he loved flying. That and Lucifer assumed that he couldn't feel the subtle exhaustion that plauged the newly accepted angel. Tired or not he really didn't think he had the choice of stopping on his journey. Not like there was anywhere to land. And so, the two flew on their way in relative silence, spare the occasional complaint from Lucifer, or the uplifting chipper call from Azrael. [center]* * *[/center] Shore had come into sight not soon after the sun rose, giving the two an opertunity to rest on the craggy banks for a short while as they both determined where the former guardian could be. "She's on the move again" Lucifer spoke as he lifted his head into wind, scowling at their luck. It seemed that they had only arrived at the one place she could be before they lost track of her again. No need visiting the homestead, the people there would have no information of her whereabouts anyway. But where could she be...?[/color][/font]

[color=darkred][font=garamond]Name: Lucifer Height: 6' 1" Weight: 192 lbs. Age: He appears to be in his early twenties but has existed since the creation. Apperance: Lucifer is a lanky, lithe being who holds a slighter figure than a fighter would poses. Keeping true to his former angelic form, he does not hold a definite male or female appearance. While Lucifer usually carries himself in a very masculine manner, it is not difficult for him to change his manerisims to that of a female disposition. He is fair skinned and lovely in a sense, only when he does not let his bitterness or corruption show through. His pride is his length of ash black hair, midnight wings and his assortment of dark fashionable clothing that he addorns when he walks the human world. Race: An Angel of the fallen variety. Position: He once remained in an alligance with hell, yet recent circumstances have placed him back into God's good graces. Although he is now loyal to heaven on a promise of re entering the holy lands, his thoughts keep drifting back and forth on what he wishes to do. Power: Nega- He can manipulate negative energy around him into a physical form and use it as a projectile. This method does not work if there is no Negative energy at his disposal. Brimstone- A holy power of old that is usually forbiden for Lucifer to use, he undergoes a great amount of suffering each time he uses it. Weapon: none Bio: Years and years before Adam walked among the beauty of Eden, or before his creation was ever contemplated, there was a being created by God. This being was blessed with the name of Lucifer. Lucifer was for a time the most blessed and praised creation of God, blessed with golden hair and pristine wings. He stood between God and the other angels, acting as the highest choir possible. This did not settle with Lucifer however. He wanted to be worshiped by the other angels, and steal a bit of God's spotlight. But this would no do, for it was against God's will, all creatures and angels were to worship and look up to him only. Lucifer's dissobedience was ignored for a great while as God planned to create a new world with new beings that would eventually become his most favored creation. This infuriated Lucifer and he confronted his Father God, crying out his disspleasure in these creatures that would be known as humans. He said that he and his bretheren came first, and should be greater than the humans. This however, was not so. As it were, the Angels became servants of the humans. This only angered Lucifer furthur as he began to place seeds of distrust and lies in the minds of the pther angels, some beleived, and some did not. Those who did joined Lucifer's war on God and were struck down by Michael and his Angels. God, infuriated by the actions of his once favored Angel sent him below to hell where Satan resided (for Satan and Lucifer are not the same beings as it is thought). There Lucifer's pristine wings burned into a midnight coal and his hair singed into a darkened ash, he was miserable and punished for his actions by Satan himself, who took pleasure in defiling one of the greatest creations God had wrought. Eventually Lucifer had repented for his harsh actions, but was not done for his betrayal. He would forever be condemned to earth and hell, keeping the fallen angels and demons in line. He would be the keeper of the damned, and made sure that none of them would do anything against God's will. Now Lucifer wanders earth, Seeking out fallen angels or rebelious demons that have strayed from the flock. He is rather placid in this age, not nearly as reckless or easily angered as he was in his youth. Lucifer however holds a deep resentment towards heaven and God for what he had to endure, plus he rarely ventures into Hell for what he was punished for there. Lucifer walks the line of just and wrong very carefully, doing his job and never meddling in the affairs of heaven and hell unless neccesary. Things remained the same for centuries untill he came across the likes of Reoan, a guardian that sparked his interest when he was near her. This interest wasn't sparked by lust or inklings of love that were emotions he purged years before. It seemed more an interest of her rebellious disposition that reminded him of his old ways. Her presence gives him an odd feeling of reminiscence that he finds quite appealing. It was to his absolute delight to find that she had been banished to Hell. There, he would occasionaly keep her company, or watch her being tortured from a distance. When he's not around Reoan, he's out doing his work, or contemplating his existance. Lucifer will not merely greet anyone with open arms, angel or demon. He holds a deep resentment towards humans, and one would do best to stay far away from him. He is not looking for affairs of love or romps of lust either, Lucifer merely toys with fragile emotions because he finds it fun. Yes, that was a lucifer of days past. As of now he is traveling with the angel Azrael, his most beloved brethren. The two are out hunting down Reoan, although the once fallen angel is starting to have doubts on what he wishes to do with the guardian.[/color][/font] Ok, so it's a repost, what are you going to do? *shifty eyes* You can't proove anything!

(I'll most likely die a horrible death if I don't post, so here you go...) [font=garamond][color=darkred]The streets of Miami were lively and filled with life on the balmy night in southern Florida. Young people wandered about, drinking their night away, meeting for hurried assignations and seemingly uncaring for the chaos that was beginning to be unleashed upon the world. A young couple, arms wrapped about eachother staggered giggling to their third club for the night. It most likely wouldn't be the last either, hell, it was only two AM, the night was still young. When they had reached the door, the young man collided into the chest of a tall, firm figure, black clad and rather still. The drunk chuckled as he used his feminine escort to steady himself. "Whoa, sorry bro." He laughed, looking up at the tall man before him, seemingly not sharing in his humor, "Hah, Didn't see ya there." "Duuuude," The woman now spoke, taking the attention from a small flashing cellphone away to look at the black clad figure, "Those are some nice threads! And your hair is totally awesome too!" The figure that had soon swept aside cast an indifferent glare at the couple, tightening the long black coat around him as he strode away, ignoring the drunken farwells he received. Lucifer scowled to himself as he stalked away, down a dark alleyway and back to his companion Azrael. The pair of angels had lost track of Reoan when she left the states. The once fallen angel had been scouring the night clubs for information. It had been rather hard to find a follower of Reoan who was willing to give up information without knowledge of his new ways. He couldn't threaten and kill senslessly now, Reoan's followers knew that fact well and used it to their advanatge. Tonight he had been fortunate in finding one who shook at mention of his name, and gave him any information he needed, provided he didn't hurt him. A small grin spread across his face as he thought back to the man who cowered against his menacing height. Seems Reoan kept a few cowards as followers as well. Pity. When he reached a dark secluded area of the alleyway he paused, looking for prying eyes. He spread his wings, a gentle smile comming to his face as he reached out to stroke his dim gray feathers. They had been growing lighter and lighter in color, his hair seemingly not following suit. It didn't bother him as much as the small patch of feathers that didn't grow back as result of Reoan's blade. He frowned, turning his head away from his wings as he took flight, off into the dark skies and away to a safer place. The world had been shaken up quite a bit, America not being any different. Lucifer and Azrael had taken residence in a quiet neighborhood outside the city limits, living quietly in an abandonned home. It was sufficient enough for their needs, although the lights weren't normally on as they usually were when he arrived home most nights. He landed lightly on the doorstep, walking over the threshold and closing the door behind him as he peered through the darkness. He found his angelic companion stretched out on the floor, gently resting with his arm tucked beneith his head. Lucifer sighed with a gentle smile, moving to the space on the floor where he sat, placing his hand on his brethren's hair as he watched him sleep. Rest was not a normal function for angels, yet he imagined that being so far from heaven for so long was beginning to affect the angel. He could wait until he awoke to tell him of going to Madrid, for he would need the rest for their travel.[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Hahah, the only person that gets me to post on a regular basis is Demonchild. Even then, she hounds me all day and night, "When are you posting for AMD? Are you going to post at all? I'm going to kill your character..." and then after that, the real death threats come along. But, no worries, if Lil Kitsune Boy can't get something out, then I'll make a post. Ta.[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Lucifer lifted his head, looking around the area. All was eerily quiet as if the whole world was holding its breath. He could feel Reoan nearby as he watched Azrael enter the motel. He sighed slightly, turning in another dirrection, allowing Azrael to wander. He came to a few windows, the drapes drawn closed. This was were the weak sign of Reoan emited from. He smirked slightly, dissolving into a cloud of smoke, slipping into the cracks of the window, his essence pooling onto the floor of the room. Jacob had been resting his head on the bed near Reoan's arm, but lifted it when he noticed something that looked like smoke pouring into the room. His first reaction was that sometihng was on fire. He straightened, ready to move Reoan if need be. The smoke rose and billowed, swirling into one solid form. Jacob looked upon the figure that stood at the foot of the bed, a currious expression on his face. His next instinct was to protect the weakened Reoan. Lucifer had paid the man at Reoan's side no mind as he looked down upon the one he had kept watch over for so long. He let out a quiet sigh, wanting to move closer, but not nearly daring enough to cross the soul at her side. "You're Lucifer..." Jacob said quietly, standing tense and alert, "Aren't you?" "Yes," He finally took the time to acknowlege the man, "I have been called that." Jacob rolled his eyes with irritation. "What are you doing here, Morning star?" "I've come to see her." He nodded to Reoan on the bed, but didn't take his eyes off of Jacob. He didn't like this man already, and knew not what he was capable of, "She's dying, isn't she?" "If you must know, yes. But what's it to you?" Jacob tried to keep himself calm, though his attempt was posing far more of a problem then he had thought "Hn." Lucifer uttered simply, removing his eyes from jacob and moving them to Reoan. He wasn't sure what the heavy feeling in his chest was, perhaps this was guilt, "I have brought the Angel Azrael..." He trailed off, imagining that he would know a little about the angel of death. "You will not take her tonight, Angel. This is not her time." Jacob's voice was firm with a hint of anger starting to rise within "Not according to you maybe..." Lucifer scoffed, pulling himself to his full height. He didn't like the tone of anger growing in the man's voice, "But Satan will soon have her soul." "I will die before I let a trader like you have her once again, Fallen." Jacob's tone was filled with bitterness, but he kept the volume in check so not to stir the others. "Don't test me human." He added a great emphasis on the last word, hoping it would sting the man deeply. "She is going to die, and she is going to Hell." He glared, his black eyes nearly shining through the darkened room, "No one can change that now." "She can change that." Jacob bit his tongue to keep the rage from spilling out. "You may have given up on her, but we haven't. We will see to it that she lives if nothing more than to prove this world wrong." Lucifer shook his head, "With all that stands in her way? And those who come to kill her?" He looked to the young girl sleeping on the bed again, "how do you know that I haven't come to take her life right now?" "Because you would have done it by now." Jacob said coursely. Lucifer grinned, "Clever lad." He felt like throwing his head back in laughter, then slay this fool before him. How he wanted to be alone with reoan, not to cause her harm, but to spend her last moments by her side. He was a bit angry however, that Jacob had taken his place. But he had no one to blame for that. "You will not be taking her this night, fallen. So you might as well leave." Jacob brought his eyes from the angel as he sat back down. Lucifer didn't budge from his spot, watching Jacob carefully as he moved to sit again, "I'm not leaving," He glared at the guardian, "You'll have to make me leave..." Jacob took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "She would want you to stay." Lucifer didn't answer him, but merely remained where he was. Jacob was probably right, but it wasn't as if he was going to stand there and appologise for his choice. He was sure that if Reoan were given the same choice she would do so as well. Then again, he could be wrong. He gave another silent sigh, looking down to Reoan as he remained quiet.[/color][/font]