Post by The Past on Jul 13, 2006 16:11:14 GMT -5
The Past , 2004 , December.
Devon stepped out into the cold air of the itallian district of new york. All the air from the surrounding building's lurked within the cold night. He continued with a deep confident stride. As he walked , his phone rang with a little tune. He slowly took out his phone and awnsered it. His cold lips brought a grimace like voice to his already evil like voice. "Speak..." he said into the phone slowly looking around the street.
There was somthing about the surrounding buildings that he completely dispized the whole idea to be out here, he didnt like any of it as it was. He wanted to be home and sleep...
He slowly turned around and listened to the voice on the other line. "Devon, Its Tyreal, I need you to visit a little antiques shop around you, somthing arose on the heat sig grid...wont take to long...Tyreal Out..." he finished up hanging up his phone.
Tyreal was an Arch Angel that was one of devons closest associates. Devon hung his phone up , putting it away next and took a breath.
He slowly looked about the area for any signs for this shop that Tyreal spoke of and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. Its red banner with the words Antique hung above the window of the shop. People were scarce at this time of night so devon didnt think about making to much noise. Devon took a second to think about the situation then walked up the stairs To the door.
Devon slowly opened the door of the old antique shop. The bell which rung to tell wether shoppers came in was still attatched to the door. Devon walked in slowly with a weary eye. The room started to glow red with a growl of a hiss coming from the back room. Devon pulled out his phone and rung up tyreal.
"We got an occurance here... " he said quietly hanging up the phone. Devon looked back as he continued to creep forward. The Door slammed shut , locked and growled. He turned his head forward with a bit of shock and aww. He never thought that gates could control other objects ever. He turned around to try and open the door but it was absolutly no use to do so. He turned towards the antiques shop. It was full of what a normal antique shop would have. Old dusty chairs, clocks , gadgets. The counter was filling up with mildew and mold. The air was even moldy. No wonder why they chose this area. Its perfect for them!
He looked around the room again, there was a room infront of him to the north, and no other doors around him. He really didnt want to open up the door though. An red flash came from the room. He shivvered a bit then shook it off. He opened the door slowly to creep in and check. The room was full of blood stains, the walls within were metal. The stench hung in his nose but didnt bother him one bit. He continued to open the door. As he did, he saw a demon in the corner of the room feasting on a corpse. Its body, like scales and head so feline. Its tail had spike on it, to use as an actuall weapon. These were known as kin. They were about to devons knee's. Not very big at all.
Devon withdrew his sword. And with a quick slice...The demon fell into two different pieces.
He called tyreal up quickly. "I took care of the problem..." he said. Tyreal spoke back in a luagh... "No you didnt, we got a bigger signature than that...it looks as if its coming from an basement of some kind...try to find a trap door..." tyreal said sure and full of himself.
Devon continued looking and spotted a blood stained hatch, he opened it, and the stench got even stronger, yet it didnt bother him.
Devon walked slowly into the hatch heading down into the earth. He could smell that things might get out of hand but had no wish to turn around now. Devon slipped his eyes around, looking, observing every corner with every last bit of sanity he had inside him...which wasnt much. He thought for a moment, crept on his knees and touched the steps. He then arose to feel blood upon his hands, the feeling wasnt anything new.
Devon kind of luaghed and looked about the room as he headed deeper. He finally got to the bottom. The bottom of the stairs was a rusted floor. He could smell the blood even more.
" I found an interloper... he's combining his plane of hell and attatching it to this basement tyreal!" he said in a sort of quiet voice. He got down and crept around, his sword still making him obvouis, but then again how couldnt it? it was as big as he is! He took a few more steps forward in the bloody rusted , ill drenched room. He finally saw a door. The rest of the room was to dark to see anything. "I knew i would need an flashlight..." he said slowly tilting his head. Though...he said that a bit too loud. There was an scratching upon the floor. Somthing was running at him, fast and hidden by the shadows but not by devon. He withdrew his sword , and held it up in the direction that the demon was heading, it was small, he could sense by the amount of noise. It was barely hearable. He kind of sighed and cut it in half as it jolted at him with a strength and purity that almost seemed beautiful. Yet not beautiful enough to dry his concentration. He kept his eyes forward and crept quietly through the next room, staying low to the floor. He looked around and seen a desk, a nice old oak wood finish with many ciggarrette burns upon it, they looked like ciggarrette burns anyways...He opened a drawer in the aged cabinet to find an old journal. He packed it in his coat pocket. "tyreal can observe that..." he said to himself. He looked around the room And sure enough there were no more doors except the one he came through. He slowly began to walk to the door to exit when a slight buzzing noise was made in the other side of the room. He turned around slowly staring at the wall. It was as if the wall began to move itself around and change shape into an over sized gigantic dog...With a scaled back and fire like eyes. It gleamed at devon and begun circleing him.
Devon raised his eye brows and cursed. "nevermind!" he yelled jumping at the dog. But the creature already had moved out of the way, slyly moving almost with devons patterns. Devon got aggitated and started swinging his sword, in combos of vertical attacks and horizontal attacks, trying to bring the beast down quickly. Its scales seem to take little damage. Thats when it hit him he was going to have to hit a little harder.
"You Son of a Bitch! Die like a bitch!" he yelled at the creature ferouis.
He clenched his fists , and dropped his sword. He looked at the creature that slowly edged its face right up to devons, looking right into his eyes.
Devon started to illuminate with flame... his body was consumed , then somthing else came out of the ashes.
His body was scaled like the demon. His fingers morphed into claws, and feet alike. He let out a gigantic howl. He changed into a bloodhound. He thought about it for a second and his eyes went esstatic. He screamed with enjoyment and grabbed the demons head fiercly. The demon yelpt and started to squirm. He looked right into its eyes and shoved his claws into the creatures eyes and ripped them out then ripped the demons head in half.
The demons body fell to the ground...dead and motionless...it started to burn to ashes upon the floor. "Back to hell with you..." he said slowly in a demonic like voice. His body slowly started to lower the illumination and faded out into his regular body like it always is normally. He looked around and pulled his phone out. "Tyreal...get...the clean up crew to clean up this mess..." he said slowly looking about...
He walked out of the antique shop and headed home...this is the world you dont know about. The choas, is limitless and makes everything around you keep its order...order and choas...the two forces ...
Devon stepped out into the cold air of the itallian district of new york. All the air from the surrounding building's lurked within the cold night. He continued with a deep confident stride. As he walked , his phone rang with a little tune. He slowly took out his phone and awnsered it. His cold lips brought a grimace like voice to his already evil like voice. "Speak..." he said into the phone slowly looking around the street.
There was somthing about the surrounding buildings that he completely dispized the whole idea to be out here, he didnt like any of it as it was. He wanted to be home and sleep...
He slowly turned around and listened to the voice on the other line. "Devon, Its Tyreal, I need you to visit a little antiques shop around you, somthing arose on the heat sig grid...wont take to long...Tyreal Out..." he finished up hanging up his phone.
Tyreal was an Arch Angel that was one of devons closest associates. Devon hung his phone up , putting it away next and took a breath.
He slowly looked about the area for any signs for this shop that Tyreal spoke of and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted it. Its red banner with the words Antique hung above the window of the shop. People were scarce at this time of night so devon didnt think about making to much noise. Devon took a second to think about the situation then walked up the stairs To the door.
Devon slowly opened the door of the old antique shop. The bell which rung to tell wether shoppers came in was still attatched to the door. Devon walked in slowly with a weary eye. The room started to glow red with a growl of a hiss coming from the back room. Devon pulled out his phone and rung up tyreal.
"We got an occurance here... " he said quietly hanging up the phone. Devon looked back as he continued to creep forward. The Door slammed shut , locked and growled. He turned his head forward with a bit of shock and aww. He never thought that gates could control other objects ever. He turned around to try and open the door but it was absolutly no use to do so. He turned towards the antiques shop. It was full of what a normal antique shop would have. Old dusty chairs, clocks , gadgets. The counter was filling up with mildew and mold. The air was even moldy. No wonder why they chose this area. Its perfect for them!
He looked around the room again, there was a room infront of him to the north, and no other doors around him. He really didnt want to open up the door though. An red flash came from the room. He shivvered a bit then shook it off. He opened the door slowly to creep in and check. The room was full of blood stains, the walls within were metal. The stench hung in his nose but didnt bother him one bit. He continued to open the door. As he did, he saw a demon in the corner of the room feasting on a corpse. Its body, like scales and head so feline. Its tail had spike on it, to use as an actuall weapon. These were known as kin. They were about to devons knee's. Not very big at all.
Devon withdrew his sword. And with a quick slice...The demon fell into two different pieces.
He called tyreal up quickly. "I took care of the problem..." he said. Tyreal spoke back in a luagh... "No you didnt, we got a bigger signature than that...it looks as if its coming from an basement of some kind...try to find a trap door..." tyreal said sure and full of himself.
Devon continued looking and spotted a blood stained hatch, he opened it, and the stench got even stronger, yet it didnt bother him.
Devon walked slowly into the hatch heading down into the earth. He could smell that things might get out of hand but had no wish to turn around now. Devon slipped his eyes around, looking, observing every corner with every last bit of sanity he had inside him...which wasnt much. He thought for a moment, crept on his knees and touched the steps. He then arose to feel blood upon his hands, the feeling wasnt anything new.
Devon kind of luaghed and looked about the room as he headed deeper. He finally got to the bottom. The bottom of the stairs was a rusted floor. He could smell the blood even more.
" I found an interloper... he's combining his plane of hell and attatching it to this basement tyreal!" he said in a sort of quiet voice. He got down and crept around, his sword still making him obvouis, but then again how couldnt it? it was as big as he is! He took a few more steps forward in the bloody rusted , ill drenched room. He finally saw a door. The rest of the room was to dark to see anything. "I knew i would need an flashlight..." he said slowly tilting his head. Though...he said that a bit too loud. There was an scratching upon the floor. Somthing was running at him, fast and hidden by the shadows but not by devon. He withdrew his sword , and held it up in the direction that the demon was heading, it was small, he could sense by the amount of noise. It was barely hearable. He kind of sighed and cut it in half as it jolted at him with a strength and purity that almost seemed beautiful. Yet not beautiful enough to dry his concentration. He kept his eyes forward and crept quietly through the next room, staying low to the floor. He looked around and seen a desk, a nice old oak wood finish with many ciggarrette burns upon it, they looked like ciggarrette burns anyways...He opened a drawer in the aged cabinet to find an old journal. He packed it in his coat pocket. "tyreal can observe that..." he said to himself. He looked around the room And sure enough there were no more doors except the one he came through. He slowly began to walk to the door to exit when a slight buzzing noise was made in the other side of the room. He turned around slowly staring at the wall. It was as if the wall began to move itself around and change shape into an over sized gigantic dog...With a scaled back and fire like eyes. It gleamed at devon and begun circleing him.
Devon raised his eye brows and cursed. "nevermind!" he yelled jumping at the dog. But the creature already had moved out of the way, slyly moving almost with devons patterns. Devon got aggitated and started swinging his sword, in combos of vertical attacks and horizontal attacks, trying to bring the beast down quickly. Its scales seem to take little damage. Thats when it hit him he was going to have to hit a little harder.
"You Son of a Bitch! Die like a bitch!" he yelled at the creature ferouis.
He clenched his fists , and dropped his sword. He looked at the creature that slowly edged its face right up to devons, looking right into his eyes.
Devon started to illuminate with flame... his body was consumed , then somthing else came out of the ashes.
His body was scaled like the demon. His fingers morphed into claws, and feet alike. He let out a gigantic howl. He changed into a bloodhound. He thought about it for a second and his eyes went esstatic. He screamed with enjoyment and grabbed the demons head fiercly. The demon yelpt and started to squirm. He looked right into its eyes and shoved his claws into the creatures eyes and ripped them out then ripped the demons head in half.
The demons body fell to the ground...dead and motionless...it started to burn to ashes upon the floor. "Back to hell with you..." he said slowly in a demonic like voice. His body slowly started to lower the illumination and faded out into his regular body like it always is normally. He looked around and pulled his phone out. "Tyreal...get...the clean up crew to clean up this mess..." he said slowly looking about...
He walked out of the antique shop and headed home...this is the world you dont know about. The choas, is limitless and makes everything around you keep its order...order and choas...the two forces ...