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I hid. No use getting killed by Lucifer, and it looked like Peter had this well in hand anyways. I settled to watch, hoping to learn something.
I wish I hadn't.
Peter took a swipe at Lucifer with his blade, but Satan dodged, laughing the most evil laugh unimaginable. Lucifer stabbed with his trident, toying with Saint Peter as if he were nothing. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but Peter smashed the trident away with his sword and shouted at Lucifer. The sound traveled accross the air in a wave, decimating the ruins of whatever city this was. Lucifer just stood there and took it.
He pointed the tainted trident at Peter. He said one word, a word I couldn't quite make out. Peter spat in his face. Then a beam of purple darkness shot from his trident, impaling Peter through the ribcage. His flesh dissolved, leaving a brilliant white light behind. Satan took a swipe with the trident, and the light dispersed like smoke and began to descend.
Peter. Saint Peter. He was... Dead.
A saint had been damned.
What the hell was going on here.
I shrunk back into my hiding spot, praying to God he wouldn't find me. But from what I had just witnessed, there didn't seem to be alot of hope he'd answer. Behind me I felt a book. I drew it in front of me and glanced at the cover. A bible.
It disintigrated in my hands.
Satan looked right at me. I saw his eyes narrow. I felt my heart beat quickly, I pressed even farther back, hoping to look like some innocent human. I seemed to succeed, but Satan winged over to my little hiding spot lazily.
"Why hello there, little one." He said, his voice like dark rain in a murky puddle. It seemed to sparkle with deadly power and authority. It was the voice of a truely evil. His face was vain, but beautiful. It was the true face of evil. Seductive.
I remembered that face. He stood far back so as not to kill me with his taint, but I could hear that voice as if he stood next to me. I shivered a bit. I couldn't tell if it was fear, or pleasure.
But what, if anything, could I say? What could I do? My wings were apparently obscured, but how long would that last against someone who could damn Saint Peter? What could I do? I felt powerless, mortal. Here I was, a minor... Thing! I wasn't even aligned.
Maybe that saved me. When Satan pouted, I felt like I would simultaniously throw up and sqeal in ecstasy. When he smiled, it looked feral and matronly at the same time. This was a man of infinite evil, and a devil of incredible power. Unlike the demons, Devils were fallen angels. I was a devil once, a weak one. Now I was something else, something loose.
I was neutral. I was grey.
I needed to talk.
Blood- 3
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Bone- 1
(Defenive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Flesh- 2
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Ash- 3(no longer capped by Divinity)
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- 0
(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.)
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-
you have the ability to consume souls. Doing so gives you more power, but diminishes your divinity.
David-
A mysterious power. What does it do? Is it benificial? Do you dare use it?
Solomon-
You are rife with these things! What is this? What does it do?
Natural-
The Horde-
?!?!?! What?! No! Don't touch this, else on your head be it! No situation could possibly call for this!
Right?
tattered White cloak
tattered White robes
Sword (2 foot)(Gold and steel)
Wings: Solid silver. Rather small.
Body: Average build. Perfectly normal in every way, including those that would make it un-normal.
Skin: A pale brown, the color of a european farmer's skin
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Topic: GreY -A meeting with God- (Read 10658 times)