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The funeral was... wet.
It was raining pretty hard. I guess the Big Man decided to send his regards, though those of us on the ground would have prefered it at least be dry. But there was no arguing, especially after the rest of the Seraphs showed.
Seraph was a general, or more accurately a squad leader, of a trained group of Angels, specifically trained to be the best of the best. Gabriel used to be one, but he traded it in for the more administrative Archangel position. Seraph's men were also called Seraphs, which made it a little confusing for new souls, but Seraph was still the best. The cream of the crop.
Until then. You really can't be the best of the best from inside a pinewood box. He'd dig himself out soon enough, but we needed to make sure the carrion beasts didn't mess with any vital systems in the meantime. A couple years under the dirt would keep him safe until he was reborn into a new, human form.
Didn't make the funeral any happier. Even when he did come back, he'd be pretty useless. Half his memory would be gone, he wouldn't be immortal, he'd be able to be corrupted; all sorts of bad things. Really, he may as well have been dead for good.
After the funeral I took stock of my new fortress. I was now officially the most powerful Devine there, so they really had no choice but to hand command to me. I presented Seraphs blade to his followers, who placed it on his grave and dissolved it into the dirt. Everything was in order. Nothing to do now but wait for someone to come up with a plan.
I went out to stand on the walls. They were rather flimsy steel things, designed to keep out Ravens, not Demons, but they held my weight well enough.
What was the point? If Lucifer could gather enough power in two weeks to wreck the Middle Plane, who was supposed to stop him from taking over Heaven? Me? Laughable. Seraph was dead, so he was out of the question. The only stronghold of good left would be the Plated Palace, and that would be empty and dead, kept clean only by Gods will. He wouldn't have anyone to go take Heaven back, and he was never very willing to leave his home, so... What now?
Someone climbed up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. It was the girl that had taken me here. She was quickly becoming a bad omen for me.
"Hey." She said, coming to stand beside me. She gazed out into the rain pensively, looking about five years older than she did when we arrived. I could see she had been crying; her eyes were puffy and faint trails of mascara trailed down her face.
"Yeah." I said.
"So, you know better than I do. Are we losing?"
"Lady, you already lost. And the good guys are struggling. I mean, Earth is a wasteland, a Saint and a Seraph are dead, one was
damned, how I don't know. Do you think we're winning? Hell no, we already lost."
She was silent for a minute. "You know-"
"Spare me your damn speech, woman. I've heard it all before. This isn't going to get better. This is fucking it. The end. End of the book."
She looked me in the eye, hair hanging heavy with rain. Her lips were thin, and her eyebrows creased in anger. "My name is Rowan."
"Don't care."
"You should. That's the name that's going to save the world someday. One day you'll be telling stories about how you met me, and you're going to regret ever speaking with me like that."
"You sound like a fucking movie."
"Screw you, asshole."
"Piss off." She snarled and stomped down off the wall. She shoved a Seraph aside as she walked. The kid just looked surprised before glancing at me. I shot him a look daring him to say anything about it.
"What do you want, cherub?" Cherub wasn't probably the best name to call a Seraph, but I was pissed off.
"We have a second task down here."
"Then do it. I don't give a shit."
He cleared his throat. "We are, Azel, our job is to take you directly to the Plated Palace. The Lord wishes to speak with you." I perked up at that. God wasn't a talkative type. "Personally," the seraph added for good measure.
"Yeah, fine, I guess." A sparkling portal opened next to me. The seraph looked a little startled, but I had been to the Plated Palace before. That was under entirely different circumstances, but our entrance was entirely public. The... incident... Had happened inside, in the throne room.
This would be the second time seeing God in the flesh. And frankly, it was frightening. I had no idea if he was in a grudge holding mood, or if he was still in his peace-loving christain phase, or what. I had been out of the loop for years.
Was this a opportunity or a trap?
Brawn- 4
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Steel- 4 (Defensive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Will- 2
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Skill- 3(no longer capped by Divinity)
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- -1
(How holy you are. 0 is neutral. -10 is demonic. 10 is Archangel level. You may not spend a skill point here. Your actions guide this stat.)
Brawn- 4
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Steel- 3 (Defensive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Will- 4
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Skill- 3
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- 4
(Humans have a minimum/maximum at 5/-5 respectively.)
Pure neutral-
You are smack in the middle. Perfectly average in every way except power. Angels and demons will both take your council, though they won't take much stock in it. Count on everyone wanting to sway you.
Consume(Demonic Ability)-
you have the ability to consume souls. Doing so gives you more power, but diminishes your divinity. You can now absorb souls directly from living beings. Doing so will massively multiply your power for a short time and give you a free skill point, but doing so will result in a immediate -3 divinity.
Preserve(Angelic Ability)-
you have the ability to absolve mortal souls of their sins. Doing so will average their divinity with yours. That will be your new divinity, +2 for the selflessness of the act. Saving Demonic or Devilish souls is impossible until they repent. Saving monster souls is always impossible.
Curse(Demonic Ability)-
for the slight cost of -1 divinity, you are capable of cursing one opponent. The curse may me major or minor, but will effect them to some degree negatively.
Bless(Angelic Ability)-
bless is the opposite of curse, randomly blessing a character with some positive benifit. The benifit is entirely random, and may not be of immediate use. While this has no effect on your divinity, you must be able to contact God in some way, be it through a Angel's prayer, or a Priest to carry your thoughts to Him.
David- (ITEM BASED: UNUSABLE)(ITEM BASED: UNUSABLE) (Item: Adam's Pearl)
Goliath lost his stone? If you have it, you can use it!
Solomon- (SKILL BASED: UNUSABLE)(Will:5)
The brain is a muscle, and working it can open new doors to stats and skills!
Natural- (SKILL BASED: UNUSABLE)(Skill:7)
Ancient druids boasted the ability to commune with animals. Maybe you can to, with the right secrets?
The Horde- (SKILL AND ITEM BASED: UNUSABLE)(All skills:10 Item: Adams Pearl Location: CorE)
To kill a Behemoth...
Human-
Humans are middle ground, capable of both Good and Evil. While they gain skills slower than Divine beings, Humans are capable of massive leaps in Divinity, and so are less likely to be assaulted by angels simply for being Evil. However, demons don't think about the future often, and so humans are always in danger of sadistic demons taking advantage of them or harming them.
Trained- (chosen enemy: Demons)
Your natural abilities have been honed against your favored enemy, and you gain a +2 attack bonus and a +1 defensive bonus.
Markswoman-
You can hit things much farther than normal humans
Devine Scholar-
You have studied Demons and Angels all your life, and as such know far more than normal humans. This means that in situations where normal people would falter you can follow through, be it in battle or simply discussing matters with holy beings.
tattered White cloak
tattered White robes
Sword (2 foot)(Gold and steel)
Black leather suit
Black-dyed jeans
Garrote (31/2 foot)(Silver)
Pistol (8 shots per clip, Shots crossed [damages demonics, no harm to angelics], 28 bullets left)
Kukri (Silver, Blessed [Damages demonics, no harm to angelics])
Wings: Solid silver. Large.
Body: a runners build, but strapped enough that you can tell he's not a weakling. His hair is a light brown.
Skin: Flawless, slightly tanned, but not dark.
Wings: None.
Body: Thin and light, like a acrobat. He hair is almost to the middle of her back and midnight black, almost blueish in the right light.
Skin: Pale, having lived inside most her life. Sparse moles are catered about her body, but none in very open places like her face.
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Topic: GreY -A meeting with God- (Read 10634 times)