Post by Darkreign on Jun 2, 2011 23:54:49 GMT -5
Background: Here's another story I found in my abyss (a.k.a., by backpack/closet). So this is tied in with Christianity, but I hope this doesn't interfere with anyone reading it. And if you get confused, perhaps 3:40 www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgruNJP0Rrc could help explain what happened. And I like 3:34 of the video too 
And it's obviously going to be a bit violent. For what I got planned >) muahaha.
Summary:
The King of the Exiled creatures dies after the great flood with scores of other exiles. He vows to avenge them and regain control of Earth once he is reborn on the surface of the planet. The exiled live miles under the sea in Atlantis. To fulfill his wish, he tells them that sacrificing one of God's angels will grant him the power to storm the earth with the army of the exiled.
The Story:
In a world so advanced in science and technology, religious beliefs have become a thing of the past. The creatures who have once been banished and washed away from God’s world feel near the time to reconquer the world they were once lords of.
~After the Great Flood~
“Bretheren! We, who helped shaped this world! We who had to fight to survive! We have been exiled from our lands and now reside in this accursed, sunless city under the sea! Will we allow this!?!”
“NO!!” Demons, fairies, elves, and other creatures answered to the leader. Dragons in the back roared and rained the sky undersea sky with fire. The leader stumbled on the platform he stood on. He looked human except for his dark eyes and leather black wings. He gripped his and soaked his hand in dark blood. He would run out of time soon.
“We will return he continued!” he continued, at a normal level. “I was wounded along with the other casualties of our peoples. But I will be reborn! I have insured that when it is time for me to march the earth again, the key to your release is in my hands. Bring the angel forth!”
The notion was approved by the audience and two centaurs dragged an angel in a white tunic, left with a single stained wing. The leader, the King, pulled up the angel up by the hair.
“This traitor will release us! His sacrifice will give us the power to rise again! Those of you strong enough to reach the surface will seek me when I am reborn. ‘till then, organize yourselves and sharpen your weapons. We go to war when we next se sunlight!”
The creatures roared. The king in his black, gilded armor untied the angel who shot through the miles of water towards the surface. The wingless stump on its back made it look pathetic. The king collapsed onto the throne. He gasped for his last breaths. He felt less tied to the world. And after a sharp pang in his chest, he was able to soar in a way his wings could never let him.
And it's obviously going to be a bit violent. For what I got planned >) muahaha.Summary:
The King of the Exiled creatures dies after the great flood with scores of other exiles. He vows to avenge them and regain control of Earth once he is reborn on the surface of the planet. The exiled live miles under the sea in Atlantis. To fulfill his wish, he tells them that sacrificing one of God's angels will grant him the power to storm the earth with the army of the exiled.
The Story:
In a world so advanced in science and technology, religious beliefs have become a thing of the past. The creatures who have once been banished and washed away from God’s world feel near the time to reconquer the world they were once lords of.
~After the Great Flood~
“Bretheren! We, who helped shaped this world! We who had to fight to survive! We have been exiled from our lands and now reside in this accursed, sunless city under the sea! Will we allow this!?!”
“NO!!” Demons, fairies, elves, and other creatures answered to the leader. Dragons in the back roared and rained the sky undersea sky with fire. The leader stumbled on the platform he stood on. He looked human except for his dark eyes and leather black wings. He gripped his and soaked his hand in dark blood. He would run out of time soon.
“We will return he continued!” he continued, at a normal level. “I was wounded along with the other casualties of our peoples. But I will be reborn! I have insured that when it is time for me to march the earth again, the key to your release is in my hands. Bring the angel forth!”
The notion was approved by the audience and two centaurs dragged an angel in a white tunic, left with a single stained wing. The leader, the King, pulled up the angel up by the hair.
“This traitor will release us! His sacrifice will give us the power to rise again! Those of you strong enough to reach the surface will seek me when I am reborn. ‘till then, organize yourselves and sharpen your weapons. We go to war when we next se sunlight!”
The creatures roared. The king in his black, gilded armor untied the angel who shot through the miles of water towards the surface. The wingless stump on its back made it look pathetic. The king collapsed onto the throne. He gasped for his last breaths. He felt less tied to the world. And after a sharp pang in his chest, he was able to soar in a way his wings could never let him.
