God-RP

[Gyrosphinx]

The Shockwaves barely was affected by the magic, and many more emitted at higher rates from the Primeval, whose body seemed to
pulse wildly. The Roof shattered, but the stone only fell a few feet before it froze in time, and the gods could see that at the very edges of the room, time itself was freezing.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Spirits! Bless my wrath and annihilate these cursed defilers! Lightning! Strike the damned with your light! Plants! Strangle the dark with your might! Earth! Sunder yourself below the death-reeked beasts! Water! Clean this place of wrongdoers! Nature! LEND YOUR GRACE TO US!" As Gilzarra chanted, the effects of his wrath becomes thrice greater in quantity, and grows tenfold in power.

 

[Fussiler1]

''What the..''
He started attacking the Primeval with all his strength, his sword was swung into him.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua cursed.
"I need more time! This won't work!"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah was knocked to the ground but managed to get up, and tried to resist as wave after wave struck him.

OOC: can we just delay the primeval a bit? this battle is crazy... I'm thinknig i want methuselah to joni the primeval after this... so the primeval should defeat methuselah... and he should teleport everyone away, after the rimeval is hurt a bit.. or somhing like that...

 

[Arowanna]

IC
The rift that Yerstra entered was still there, a small ball of fire.
Ophelia knew how to use the demonic powers, but she hadn’t used them for ages. Did she leave it for a reason, Ophelia thought to herself.
After minutes of thinking, Ophelia decided to enter the rift…

OOC
Will I live long enough to see the other side?
The choice is yours!

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: arrowanna, we got it earlier.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

As the blade of Nicanor hit the Primeval, time froze. It was even out of Methuselah's control. Then the Primeval spoke, his voice heavy with agony and pain. "You... you will... not defeat... me..." Suddenly, the room was empty. It was intact, and the markings and the Demons was gone. Only the Tomb stood left, and the gods fell to the ground.

 

[Arowanna]

OOC: arrowanna, we got it earlier.

Hu..?

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Grargh. He escaped again. This all feels like a Past Revisited now..."

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: nvm and WHAT HAPPENED?

 

[Fussiler1]

As he had fallen, he tried to stand up.
''What.. is.. he dead?'' he asked himself.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua groaned.
"Darn... So close... Yet we failed... Again..."

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Damnit! We were to late, the ritual was completed!" Sharûk said, then sat up, his face in his hands.

 

[Fussiler1]

''What!? Completed?!" he shouted in agony.
''No.. it can't be.. It can't be!'' he roared in anguish.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah was gone.

OOC: ophilia should appear where the demons are now.

 

[Arowanna]

OOC
Agree, but I'l' have to wait for Gyro :>

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Faceplam?

IC:
Gilzarra stands up and pants, as his wrath has costed him a great deal of energy. "So, can we at least recuperate for a while?"

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua stood up and walked over to Nicanor.

OOC: What wounds did he get?

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The voice of the Upper God filled the room, and all the gods felt renewed. "Do not despair, my children. He has not won yet! He has my Spirit. He has my body. But he lacks one thing..."

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Who?
IC: "If there's something that he has yet to have, I suppose it's either your will or your sword"

 

[Fussiler1]

''What?'' he asked, suddenly raising his head.
''What he misses is.. the sword..?''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"You are a bright child indeed, Gilzarra. He lacks my will, that is correct, but to gain it, he needs the only physical remnant of me that he does not have, my heart!" The Upper God continued. "The sword is just another part of me, but it is the tool needed to kill the Primeval. However, not until you have the heart."

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Holy Chips of Bandal". "Your HEART?! When did you cut it out of yourself?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: oooh...

IC: Yerstra smiled and laughed, smiling, but then noticed two things... her sister, and methuselah, lying on is side... unmoving... "lord, why did you bring the god?" she said with an uncaring voice.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"The God... I want his soul! I want his powers for myself! I need them!" The Primeval said. They were in a huge cave, the former prison of the Primeval.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua smiled.
"Indeed he has not won yet.
He is though a whole lot closer to winning..."

 

[Fussiler1]

''Where can we find your heart, great Upper God?'' he asked.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"When I passed out of existence, I left my Heart in the Forgotten Sanctuary. That way, I could still announce a heir if neccessary. But I cannot tell you the location of it, because I do not know." The Upper God said, and liquid silver started to seep from the walls.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Forgotten Sanctuary...... Sounds kind of strange....... Yet familiar..... Do the place exist back in the Sealing War?"

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"The Forgotten Sanctuary have always existed, even before time. It have existed as long as the Upper Gods have ruled the Universes." The Upper God replied.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Wait..'' he mumbled.
''Upper Gods?'' he asked astonished.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia stressfully entered her battle stance, quickly glancing over the Demon Lords who stood before her, and then she noticed the great Primeval just in front of her.
”Primeval..? Yerstra, what just happened?”
Ophelia lower her arms.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah struggled to his feet, "I-... what have you done to me?"

Yerstra laughed. "master, pehapse we should make him our servant? he could serve us well..." se laughed agian, and looked at her sister. "ah my sister! you made the right choice!" she smiled. "my lord! this is my sister ophelia! i hpe she has come to join us. now that the gods have failed!" she laughed.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Now that's a question". "Anyway, where do Methuselah go?".

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"The Upper God is a mantle passed from God to God for as long as anyone can remember. I am the fourth to have it. Upper Gods rarely perish, and I have existed longer than any of you can remember!" The Upper God said calmly.

OOC: Primeval

"The ritual completed." The Primeval said emotionless. "Chain Methuselah!"

OOC: Er... DMW... noone was supposed to know that...

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah was chained and brought fourth to the primeval. "i.. why do i fell like i'm..."

Yerstra Laughed.

OOC: umm gyro?

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Oh. Dang.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
"Wait! Methuselah, is that you?!"
Ophelia hardly recognized the blood-beaten god.
"Prime, what are you going to do with him?!"

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Don't worry, you'll pull through.

IC:
The Primeval turned to face Methuselah, then brought up his spear. "You see this spear? It is the Spear of Souls, it holds every soul who have ever been defeated ny me and my servants, adn I command its power. You will join them very soon." He ignored Ophelia's questions and readied himself to thrust.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"Lord! Yestra said, with much of her seductive power... "maybe we should spare the god... and you should make him your servant... bring him to our side..." she laughed. "or you could kill him!" she smiled and laughed again.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Hmm... Your words might hold some wisdom, I will spare him for now. But..." He faced Methuselah. "...You will be chained here until I find out what to do with you!"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Yerstra was useing all of her power on methuselah discreetly... and in the state he was in... he may have joined ayway... he was defeated... "I---I-I... I will joni you... Primeval..."

 

[Dragonson]

With those words, the sickle the Khuqua had forged Methuselah turned black.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"I do not trust you, Methuselah, not until the Ritual of Initiation is complete! Bring the Altar of Damnation!" He shouted the last words, and a huge brute of a demon entered, carrying an ancient stone altar on its back.

 

[The World Is Flat]

"oh what fun today!" Yerstra laughed.

"yes... lord..." methuselah groaned... his own body and shape changing...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Guise, i have to go off. I'm feeling like shit.
Cya later this evening, maybe. :S

 

[The World Is Flat]

I gtg soon too.. btu maybe i or two more posts.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Become well soon!

IC:
Methuselah was placed on the altar which was stained with blood. Two Succubi quickly undressed him, and then started drawing marks on his body.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia pitted Methuselah, both for his weakness and defeat.
She watched the altar take place and waited for Methuselah’s demise, his transforming in to a corrupted Demon Lord.
She thought of engaging the Primeval, but she wouldn’t even harm him before she would be transformed in to a pile of dust.
”Yerstra, you do enjoy this, don’t you?”

OOC
I've totally forgotten about "Ophelia just becoming a goddess", but wouldn't Primeval somehow "feel the presence of a god"?
Just wondering