eSince time uncounted, when all that existed was the twined realms of Heaven and Hell, there have been angels and there have been demons. In those timeless ages, when Lucifer led his war to the Golden Throne of He who sits in Heaven, blood on both sides has spilled and forced the Divine Power to intervene and place a barrier between the realms. This barrier became known by its populace as Earth, and was became the fourth major realm due to its unique nature. For this new realm prevent direct contact between the realms of heaven and hell, something which was of benefit to His plans. Until the denizens of Hell began to subvert the wills of mortals in the hope of making it easier to claim their souls in purgatory. In the days when the faithful Jews wandered in Exile, Lucifer himself would send agents to waylay and persecute the followers of God, to influence the few civilizations of the time. The persecution and enslavement of the Jews at the hands of the Egyptians, the Babylonians and eventually the Romans could all be attributed to the heeded whispers of agents of the dark realm.

Then matters began to change as God brought forth his heir to cleanse the sins of humanity. The presence of Christ on earth upset the balance between the realms, with rifts opening directly between the realms of Heaven and Hell, with uncounted incidents of Demons and Angels interfering directly and overtly with the affairs of mortals. Then the Romans and Jews crucified the Son of God on a hilltop alongside common thieves, rapists and murderers and the realms were sundered once more. The end of Jesus Christ’s mortal life disrupted the gateways between the realms. The thrust of that centurion’s spear had further repercussions than that simple man could have ever understood.

In the early centuries, the gateways began reopening sporadically, but the instability made travel unpredictable and dangerous at best. At worst it could be considered suicidal, for an outsider caught in the closing of such a gate would be cast into the nothing beyond the realms. From the fall of Rome onwards, gate travel gradually became safer until agents of deception were able to masquerade as holy visions to persuade pious warriors to pursue an almost genocidal path in a blind crusade for the Holy Grail. It was during this time that an angel of Retribution first crossed blades with a demon of lust. The long golden hair of Deana, Retribution’s blade, shone in the morning sun, as did her ice blue eyes. Fire burned in the eyes of Crucien as his desire to violate this weapon of goodness grew as the battle was joined, these two outsiders found their blades crossing. Deana’s greatsword crashed mightily against the forearm blades of Crucien as the nimble demon tested her defenses. Thin lines of blood gleamed along his blades as twin downward strikes caught her thighs and the fire in his loins gained yet more fuel. His lecherous focus opened up the gap the Deana needed to slam the hilt of her weapon between his eyes. As Crucien staggered back, the angel of retribution began to swing the great blade only to be interrupted by His great call. Through the growing glow she could see that the demon was being dismissed from the Earth realm at the same time. Across the battlefield this situation was repeated with all outside influences as He who sits in heaven put forth his powers to sunder the opposing realms.

No more would the Earth realm play arena for the direct struggles between angel and demon. No more would God permit the feet of his angels to grace the earth, nor would he suffer it the touch of demons. And for over a thousand years, this was the case. Until…


Deana was searching the grey plains of purgatory for the soul of an innocent who had died in a vicious attack. At the same time, Crucien was claiming the soul of the killer, who had been gunned down by law enforcement agents moments later, but his eyes feasted on the visage of Deana and all thoughts of his duties fled his mind. The ultimate deviation from God’s plan came into being through the rape of an angel of retribution. That violation of purity by a demon spawned from the domain of lust resulted, against all odds, in the birth of a half breed. An angel born with hellish horns, a devil born with feathered wings the colour of untainted snow. An act against which even He in heaven was powerless to prevent the repercussion from this act. For the birth of one born with the heritage of both opposing realms brought into being the Apocalypse, the End of Days.


For the name of this being, this cursed offspring, was Uzríel. The light in darkness. Unable to set foot in either Heaven or Hell, his punishment for existence was an eternity on the Earth Realm…



But he did not come alone, for through his admission the barrier was broken. Denziens of Hell and Creations of heaven could travel the realms once more


OOC: good deal shorter than it originally was due to technical issues,but there it is. Get to posting folks

Castle forward two moves.

"Bad decision, you alwas make that mistake" he moved a hand out and removed the castle from the board with the bishop.

Crest leaned back in his chair and locked at the board. He had just made the same mistake again. Somewhere in the distance he heard a series of shouts but he iqnored it, he was used to it. Instead he locked across the board to the angel holding the staff and sitting across from him with that knowing look on his face, he reached forward and moved his own bishop to defend "Your staying here aren't you"

The Angel of Wisdom looked at the board and didn't hesitate as he decisively moved a pawn forward one move, he enjoyed these games even if he did have to move into the prison like domian of Retribution for a small visit "No, I'm staying here. Weather the realms are closed to earth or open we're still not meant to be there. It's a nuetral area where neither Angel or Demon should be"

"Thats why Angels are going, to keep a balance. After his birthing the demons can't be allowed they're influence" Crest moved his King back defencively.

"Did you not think perhaps since his spawning opened the realms and he's condemned to be there that it could be his responsibility what happens" he reached forward moving his horse in an L shape across an area of the board.

"Maybe, it had occured for a moment perhaps, but no-one being should be responsible for so much"

The Angel of Wisdom looked across the board at his friend and raised an eyebrow. Crest smiled for a moment in partial defeat, "HE is the exception"

"Perhaps this is another exception, we are not teller's of the future. We can only follow the rules and observe how things unravel" Crest listened to the response as he moved his Queen in front of his King.

"All I'm doing is following the rules. I'm doing my task and nothing more, besides if it were entirely forbidden we would't be able to go there"

"But that returns us to the point of him being there and the reason the realms are open. Your halfway contradicting yourself to a point" He moved the bishop he'd used to beat the castle earliar diagonally two moves.

"Perhaps, but I'm doing what I think should be done. I would prefer your company" Crest moved his other castle up to attack.

In retaliation the opposing player moved his hand from his staff and moved his pawn from earliar up one space. Crest looked it over, he was beaten. he could take the future threatening peice but it's gaurd of the the horse would take his queen and then the bishop would be in checkmate of the king. He knocked his king over in submission, "You win"

"Maybe next time you'll get lucky" said the Angel of Wisdom as he moved reset the peices on the board.

"For all the years we've played, I've never celebrated victory against you in a match. I know I never will but I still enjoy the game, but you'll have to stop saying better luck next time. It's becoming grating" was the reply with a smile as Crest got up from his seat "When this is over with, have the board ready for me coming back"

The Angel of Wisdom just nodded, "I will"

Crest left the board behind as he made his way to exit the realm of heaven. As he walked people in the prison like domain sealed in cells shouted, screamed and threw profanity's as he passed. Each and everyone hated his kind for they're retribution here and the ones he had brought here himself thought worse than that of hate, "Hold your insults, you'll have company when I get back..........."

Domain of Gluttony........

The arachnid like body heaved forward through the marred corpse's nawed and chewed upon, some laid down and strapped over tables, some carved up for feeding. Other's were hung from metal frames with the skin carved from them and the blood dripping into goblets for drinking later but this place was devoid of worthy feeding.

Brutho had become abstaining from his feed, the putrid filth and unworthy bodies here weren't fitting of his refined taste but his hunger was building. How he craved worthy prey, even the common place bodies here were beginning to look apatizing.

This domain had become stagnant. On Bealzebub fall he was going to earth, it had been too long since he feasted on the flesh of the pure and angels killed in battle splattered with they're own blood. He'd pick the clinging flesh from his teeth with they're own polished bones and raise a new graveyard on the streets of mortals........

Hell

The bittersweet taste of blood in his mouth was a blissful aphrodisiac to the wrath demon. He smacked his lips in an exaggerated manner as he licked his clawed fingers dry. Growling with satisfaction before looking down once more at his latest kill, a puny whelp of a pride demon. He always enjoyed fighting a pride demon, on principle they would never back down; their hubris wouldn’t permit it, even if they knew that they had committed a fatal error in challenging him to combat.

As the veteran warrior bent down, the thick metal chains around his waist, right arm, and left leg jangled slightly. His clawed hand gripped his warrior glove, adorned in blood and spikes and pulled it on to complete the match set. He slowly curled in his talon like fingers and stretched the bloodstained metallic mesh. He turned to the crowd of lowly demons that had watched the brawl and all took a quick step back, eyes downcast, avoiding the abyss that were his completely white eyes. The arcane tattoos on his forehead and bare chest also proved rather intimidating, along with his personal glyph tattooed on his upper left forearm.

“Well,” his voice was cool, calm, collected, with only a hint of insanity behind it. “That was fun, but I’m bored.”

With that he hefted his battle-axe out of the sternum of the pride demon. The other rested comfortably on his other shoulder. His enormous obsidian wings folded back as he turned and walked through the wasteland that was domain of wrath. Full of battle and blood, a virtual wasteland, one that he’d carved through many a times, along with all of the other realms of hell. His peers watched him walk off, dazed and slightly in awe at him, there was no other wrath demon like him, Jinn was too twisted and deranged to be easily equalled.

While he walked by Jinn noted something as he passed by a horde of lust demons. His ears perked up at the news. The earth realm was suddenly accessible. He cared not how or why it had opened, only that it was. “A new realm to spread my influence.” His words grew more excited as his dark corrupt mind put together what this meant. He abruptly turned and followed the growing legion of demons that were heading for the rift in the Wrath domain to Earth. He cursed himself for not noticing it earlier, then realized why, he had been busy torturing that sneaky Deception demon, for its attempt at stealing his axes. As he strode at a brisker pace, his fanged smile grew wider at the realization of the sheer amount of fun he was about to have.

Heaven

The news was travelling quickly, the realm to Earth was free to be pillaged and ravaged by demons once more. King was aware of the situation and was gravely concerned. There were many of his kin decided to be complacent and do nothing. They believed it was a job for others and not themselves. Many angels had grown used to the rules that had been in place of many years now, some said it was a battle for the more robust angels, eager for combat, such as the Retribution caste.

King struck the punching bag with increased force as he continued to dwell on the situation. He was weighing his decision in his mind, placing both the pros and cons of the current situation within their respective columns in his head. Needless to say he was noting a substantial increase in the cons column if he decided not to participate in what would soon be another clash of heaven and hell. He also thought of the humans that would suffer if he sat on his hands and ignored the plight.

The thought revolted him; it would go against his principles and his very being. “It would be unjust of me to forsake these humans.” He chuckled at the obvious cliché and irony at His creator. He had no choice in the matter as it was, his very being would be in contradiction if he did not leave this blissful realm and go to Earth.

The massive warrior turned to his armour, sitting pristinely on its rack, along with his weapon within its scabbard. He disrobed his training garments and proceeded to bind himself in his battle attire, as a justice angel he was known to be far more hands on then his kin. Preferring to past judgement and perform the act of contrition as well. He strapped on the last of the mysterious silver armour and went for the headpiece, a uniquely fashioned mask like that of a jaguar.

He fastened his katana scabbard to his left hip and coiled his fingers into a fist and watched it tremble with considerable power. He rolled his arm around and stretched his hand. It had been some time since he’d worn this armour. His movements suddenly became like that of lightning he gripped the handle of his katana and the blade sang like a nightingale as it sliced through the air. King turned to the religious shrine behind him, bowed and crossed himself while whispering a prayer in Aramaic and left for Earth.

Heaven

In the domain of Truth, Jezhura stood on a belcony overlooking the archives. She had been reading the books here as long as she could remember. But even in her countless years couldn't she read them all. There were more made each day putting her further and further behind. The truth was it was impossible for all except for the Father. Jezhura grew bored of reading the truth in these books. She decided to go and watch some of it develope before her own eyes on Earth. She knew she would rather have seen this upcoming clash with her own eyes... maybe be part of it... rather than read about it later in the future.

She made her way to a portal while listening in on all the conversations about the recent developments. How many angels of the domain of Retribution where getting up in arms. How most other angels thought that the angels of Justice should go to Earth aswell, but only half the Justice angels seem to be going. Jezhura herself felt that all angels from every domain should go because she knew demons from every domain of Hell will pour out to Earth. The truth was that this could be part of Revelations, and she had to witness it.

Hell

In the domain of Envy Yufa crawled along through the mist with an uncharecterestic smile on her face. Finally she could go to the realm of Earth and leave this hated place behind. No longer looking out for wraith or gulltony or pride demons and wishing for their strenght at the same time. Earth, where she could be anyone and have anything. Soon she won't have to envy mortals no more, instead pity them.

Heaven: Domain of Retribution

Reaga walked the domain calmly and quietly, patrolling the long rows of cells, his black colored wings folded slighly behind him, the boney stumps where other sets of wings had once been were partially concealed by the remaining pair of wings, though no one spoke about his missing wings, it was subject not many spoke openly about, at least not in the presence of Reaga himself, it was known that it was still a raw subject for him and that he didn't care to talk about it.

As he walked, the angry shouts of those locked behind the cage doors reaching his ears but he chose to ignore then futile and ill concieved demands to be let go, and then one of them spat at him, hitting him squarely in the face. While some inmates laughed uncontrollably at seeing the angel insulted in such a digusting way, most shrunk back into their cells when the Angel of Retribution stopped and turned to the one that done the deed.

The inmate looked at him with a smug look on his face. He was new, he had been here not three weeks and had yet to learn about Reaga, for all those in the rows of cells he patrolled, were ones he had dragged here kicking and screaming and all had learnt that he was not one to be angered. This one, he thought, would learn soon enough.

Before the arrogant inmate could blink, the blunt end of Reaga's spear struck him in the chest and slammed him into the back of the cells with a heavy thump. Slowly he turned his spear around so the blade was pointing at the inmate and slowly pushed it forward until the tip pressing painfully through the skin and against the man's collar bone.

"I am a patient angel" Reaga started, pressing the tip harder against the bone, causing the man to scream in pain as the blade scraped the bone. "However, do not mistake my patience for passiveness. We have eternity together, you'd be wise to stay off my bad side, do we have an accord?"

"YES" cried the inmate.

"Good" Reaga said and jerked the spear out, the wound closing up as the blade left the man's skin. "Lets not have to do this again."

He completed his patrol after that with no more incidents and when he was done, he went to one of the portals that would take him to Earth, he was one of the many Angels of Retribution that was going to the Earth Realm, to do what he could, but whether he would make a difference... only time would tell...

Heaven

"AMADEEEEUUUUUS!" The high pitched wail rocked through the skelital angel's skull, Apperantly Allyss had found him again. He looked up, glowing yellow motes in his eye sockets focusing on the approaching brightly colored form of his tourmenter. For the past couple centuries he'ld been plauged by the love angel Allyss, her brightly colored incandecsant wings billowing behind her as she skipped up the path.

"What is it you want?" He replied in his ussual tone of disinterest. "I hope this isn't one of your attempts to 'cheer me up' as ussual. I've just been told that I'm to report to earth through the rift." Amadeus hadn't seen earth in several centuries, not since his death in a fire before he ascended to angelhood from the life of a meer mortal.. from his readings, such a thing was rare to the extream, and should be an honor to the skelital angel.. yet he didn't feel honored.. It was his duty, and he did as was needed. He didn't feel that honor was worth getting distracted over.

"Amadeus!" the smaller angel Allyss began again. "I just heard you were going down to earth.. so I convinced my domain lord to have me sent down with you"

Amadeus would have frowned, but due to the lack of any appriciable facial features, he couldn't.. but the sudden droop in his skelital wings alerted Allyss to his drop in mood. "Wonderfull" He groaned. "Tell me.. were they glad to send you to earth just to be rid of you?"

"Nope! They agreed to let me go becuase I'm so cute and perky!" She giggles and took hold of her aquaitance's hand "Hurry up, we don't want to be late! There's evil and stuff to be un-eviled!"

Amadeus sighed, knowing Allyss was too into her own little world to know the only reason she was being sent was to keep her out of the more important angels' hair for awhile. She's also going to end up dragging him around, so he'll more than likely end up having to protect her if something happened, as Angels of love were oftain prone to be innifectual in direct combat.



Hell

Wombalor strudded around in the domain of lust, yet he was obviously not a lust demon, but a huge portly Gluttony demon. Still he was a common sight in the area, much to the dismay of the Lust demons. His eyes looked around and spied a couple of the demons he dimly thinks as friends, and skuttled up to them, oblivious to the fact that they were hurriedly hiding thier foods, but Wombalor's keen scent ditected the food anyway.
"Hey guys! Guess what! I just ate the dessicated corpses of some of those new souls after they went into the plains of really dry stuff... their bodies were all crunchy and stuff and they kept screaming while I chewed on them.." He reached under his body with one of his legs, each ending in a small gripper, and pulled a refuse covered head from his mouth. "Any of you guys want some? Plenty to go around"

Several of the demons looked like they were going to puke.. Wombalor just had that effect on people. He laughed as one of the demons accually lost her lunch, all over the head and her own food.
"Oooh, no takers? More for me!" He shoved the head back into his gullet and then looked at the vomit covered food. "You guys going to finish that? No? Thanks!" e said, not even stopping to get an answer before he began taking all the food from the hands and pockets of the lust demons and putting them in a pile before wallowing all over the food and eating it in the most sloppy maner posable.

"Damnit to here, Wambalor, go the hell away, we don't like you" one of the demons said.

"That's okay, I just came to tell you guys that I'm going to earth, so I won't see you for awhile" He said with what was proboably a grin. "Say, he're something to remember me by while I'm gone!" and with that, he took a squat and dropped a huge turd on the table.
"There you guys go.. don't worry, I'll be back sometime to tell you all the cool things I've eaten" and with that, Wambalor began to skuttle off.

Her breath began to sharpen and grow quickly as she picked up speed. Her feet struck the damp moist pavement harder with each stride. She dared not look behind her, her ears alone could tell her that she was being hounded, maybe four or five, she couldn’t be sure. Her heart began to pound in her ears, playing like a war drum of impending doom; each loud thud seemed to count down to her greatest fear.

Not again…please God don’t let it happen again!

The young girl green eyes quivered with trepidation as her foot caught a chipped segment of sidewalk and she stumbled forward. Her reflexes converted the fall into a cartwheel that kept her from sprawling across the ground but it slowed her down. Without any wish to, she had turned her head involuntarily to see the mob of drunken horny teenagers her own age gain significant ground. Her pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks as the horrifying memories of her past swamped and engulfed her mind, paralyzing her with fear and terror. At that moment she suddenly caught sight for an instant, two obsidian wings flash across her. She blinked rapidly in hopes of clearly establishing what it was only to open her eyes to greet the first of her attackers. She felt her body move mechanically from the many years of training she’d undertaken since her last horrifying experience. Her legs drew back in a firm defensive stance, as the first one lunged at her breast she sidestepped him and took hold of his wrist with her right hand and wrenched it savagely to the right. Her ears were deaf to his cry of pain as the arm dislocated at the elbow and then received a fierce high kick to his nose, which exploded into a volcano of blood. Her body continued to move fluidly as she rolled off the young man’s back and kicked out the back of his right knee and heard the reassuring snap of broken bone. The second brought back his half empty beer bottle to make a swing in the direction of her forehead, only to find a fist buried firmly in his chest and the snap crackle pop of his ribs. He immediately dropped the bottle and doubled over, blood splattering onto the pavement as he barely managed to remain on his hands and knees without passing out. The third stopped, drunk enough to lose his stability, which was only aided by her roundhouse kick to his side followed by a knee bash to his face. The fourth pulled out a gun and waved it dangerously about.

He was screaming at her but she only heard distorted noise. That was until she saw his gaze slowly rising upward, then clearly and distinctly heard him scream as though he’d just bore witness to the greatest of all horrors. She wanted to turn her own head but her eyes remained fixed on the gun. Which the blonde haired punk raised and fired as fast as his fingers would allow, she ducked and covered her head instinctively against the ground. Not daring to open her eyes. She felt a wave of horror and dread pass over her and then a blood-curdling scream followed by what could only be some sort of metal strike bone. She looked up after a few minutes; her whole body trembled, and then threw up. The last of her attacks was impaled against a nearby light post, held there by one of his ribs, forcefully wrenched out of his chest from what looked to be a savage bladed weapon, and finally staked through his skull.

Jinn stood upon the rooftop licking his blood-splattered fingers and enjoying the droplets of blood that fell of his axe onto his outstretched tongue. The girl had a violent streak within her. Not unlike himself, it would require nurturing and Jinn decided it would be one of his tasks whilst he was here, to completely corrupt and subvert this young human female to his every whim.

In an alleyway down the street the behemoth form of King remained cloaked in the night’s shadows. He’d witnessed the young girl defending herself against the mob. He could sense the just nature within her spirit, but like Jinn he too was well aware of the horrific violence she was also tormented with in her mind. King had mingled with Jinn before, eons ago, the two had built a substantial rivalry and now in this realm of Earth he intended settle things once and for all with this demon, for it was the only just thing to do.