Hell's Paradise

"...Hm. ...Let us be off!" Clearly, Drew's latest comment had finally managed to cut Merlin to the quick. And so, off they went, Merlin and Arthur, expecting Drew and Micheal to follow behind...

...Although, if Drew and Micheal were incredibly aware, they might feel that they were being... watched...

And so, finding themselves engulfed in black fog, Aaron, Spot, and the Monkey soon found themselve's outside of the Baron's pawnshop...

"Cait's right. If things are heading the way I assume they are, everything will turn out alright in the end," her brother affirmed, nodding confidently at her, "And there's no point in worrying quite so much about those things right now." He'd fallen into a thoughtful silence at Loren's answer, but he seemed to have found a solution to whatever puzzle he'd been toying with in his head as they conversed. "I mean, what good would it do really do, when we don't even know yet how tomorrow is going to be? The one thing I'd be on the lookout for is whether we'll be given access to a library or language classes of some sort. Knowledge is power, after all."

Akiko opened her mouth, then paused, looking thoughtful. "Well," she said slowly, sitting up onto her knees and moving across the tatami, "maybe I can help with that. Let's start with X wa Y desu..."

Spot blinked, the sheer horror falling to confusion, instead of the Dragon, there was blackness and then...a crappy shop, she lurched and vomitted, Teleportation, like everything else, made her sick to her stomach, if she hadn't thrown it up. She stood up, still quivering. "W-Where are we?"

Michael, not being the most aware person, noticed nothing. He outstretched his arms and his body became less solid and more spirity.

"I am Ghost Knight. Every midnight I rise from slumber and challenge young fools like you"

He pointed at Drew.

"to a duel and kill them."

He said all this in an exaggerated tone, meant to mock the idea of him being spooky.

"Bite me." Drew replied cheerfully to Michael as she wiped off the makeup and readjusted her clothes to be somewhat modest.

edited 14th Oct '13 10:56:49 AM by guyshane

The dragon reered it head in pain as blade after blade plunged into its hide. The Soldiers buzzed in their typical bee-like manner, hiding behind their sheilds to avoid Satan's flames. One by one, the angels were being picked off. They were crushed like twigs in the Devil's talons, burnt to a crisp in his fire, or chewed to paste in his maws.

But then the chains came out. Lead by the Metatron himself, the angels surrounded Satan and dove for the dragon's feet. The Lord's servants hurled ball and chains at their enemy's legs like ranchers hog-tying an elephant. Six angels perished, but there were too many for the Devil to smite. One leg fell. Then another. Then another. Finally, the beast was subdued and its jaws chained shut. The Metatron approached the writhing creature and summoned a spear. The weapon glimmered in the dark night, though the blade itself was aged and wrapped partially in gold. Turning the spear of Longinus in the air, the voice of God chanted in tongues before driving the Holy Lance deep into Satan's skull.

With a blood-curdling screech, the Lord of Lies began to slowly shrink to his angelic form—naked and androgenous, with curly blonde hair and six black wings. Under his left breast stood a brazen scar, a permanent reminder of his failure to conquer Heaven.

Lucifer knelt before the Metatron, chained and defeated, but still as defiant as ever.

Thor and Nick arrived on the edge of the battlefield, yet close enough to see the defeat of the fallen angel. They had barely arrived, and it was over. Nick vocalized the unease settling into his stomache.

"I've got a bad feeling about this.

The Metatron took no notice of Nick, Basil, and Thor's approach, but the Devil quickly glanced at the new arrivals. A subtle smile crept on his lips. This might get interesting...

"Satan," the voice of God began, "you are charged with open rebellion against our Lord and Father, corruption of all Mankind, and direct defiance against His will. For these crimes there can be no greater punishment than..."

The Metatron stopped midsentence, much like he had in the Citadel before giving the once-humans their mission. After a disturbingly long pause, the angel finally concluded.

"...there can be no greater punishment than to send you back to Hell."

"Oh no!" the Devil cried like he was reading from a telepromter. "Don't send me back there! How will I ever get out?"

"It is useless to resist." the Metatron said, clearly oblivious to the sarcasm. "The Lord has handed me the verdict, and His will must be done."