(Warning: May contain some gore and slightly adult situations)


Story:

God shook his head in disappointment when news came that Lucifer would dare declare war against him yet again. The devil had been planning this and preparing for a long time time, and despite that, God knew that it would all be in vein, the demonic armies would fall as he arose to smite them. It wasn't arrogance, it was just how it would always be.

But it still pained him, the loss of life, good or evil. How many would die this time? How many of those enslaved souls would be forever lost in this mad quest? How many of his own beautiful angels would be lost in this?

God sat for a long time, lost in thought, until he signed and made a wish. He did not often make wishes, for a word uttered from him held so much power that it would naturally become true, and he did not like to impose on others more then he had to. He created humans and wished them to be independent, but to still honor him and do good, but he didn't want to create beings that had no freedom of real choice, so he gave them the ability to do wrong, to sin, to ultimately disobey him.

Lucifer enslaved, and only wanted humanity and the demons he ruled over to follow one path and it was a path of lies and promises of power that lead to destruction and to his domain to be damned for all eternity.

God could destroy him, the fallen angel he had once loved as his greatest son, it would be so easy... But he wouldn't and instead just hoped that someday Lucifer would see that he had somehow gone down a horribly wrong path.

“I cannot stop Lucifer's rebellion, cannot try to sway him. So I'll wish unto those who are enslaved under his power that their shackles become brittle, and when they come and face me and I am forced to smite them, they will fall to my beloved Earth anew. Their flesh will be the only evidence of their past sins, but they will find their shackles broken. They will be mortal, powerless, and though they may not like it, they'll have more freedom in this new life then they ever have known under you, Lucifer. May they use it wisely.”

Setting: Earth, modern days, small town.

Disclaimer:

This story isn't meant to be at all biblically accurate, so please don't be offended by my basic story line and my portrayal of God or Lucifer and wut not.

Rules:

- Follow Menewsha ToS
- Follow basic RPG etiquette(no godmodding, ect)
- Please be literate
- Please be respectful to others.


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Characters:

Demons:
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Humans:
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Angels:
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My first post:

Xorian coughed as he gained consciousness, he could feel the puddle beneath his face, and aches in his body that he had never known before. What had happened? He struggled to sit up, and let out a shriek as pain shot through him, something hot seemed to pour from his eyes, tears? What had happened? He shook as he looked around in the darkness. Was this some other plain of death?

He could remember the battle he was just in so vividly, he was leading his army to the heavens. There were many, including himself that felt the fear, the strange feeling that they had never known, but it was in them, and they felt it for only a few days before. Something was wrong? They were doing something wrong? And when they assembled for battle and Lucifer gave the order, they KNEW he was what was wrong. But they went, disobeying orders wasn't an option. Xorian led his army, fear burning, knowing that he was about to face God, who he somehow knew was right. He remembered a gentle voice as a shadow fell over them:

“You're shackles are weakened. May your new body and soul find strength and live righteously once I have broken your chains of slavery.”

Then everything went black, just as it was even now. Xorian wiped his face, his eyes stung but would not cease their flow, he also feel the deep gashes in his flesh, on his face and chest, he couldn't move his wings, even the slightest twitch sent jolts of pain down through his spine. He knew then that this puddle beneath him wasn't just water, he was bleeding, and the way it weakened him and made his head spin as he sat up concerned him. He had never known these emotions before, and they were accompanied by the feeling of fear that had come only days before.

Suddenly there was light, and he looked in its direction to see a beam coming over the horizon as it started to bathe over the road he lay on and the fields around him, he knew instantly that he wasn't in heaven or hell anymore, this was Earth. Somehow he had landed on the human plain of Earth. As the sun rose he could see the damage, the red blood that spilled from his flesh. He held his stomach as he stood up, coughing and sputtering up more. He was powerless, and he knew that he didn't have long before he collapsed and died.

Xorian couldn't stop the sobs as they spilled from his lips along with the blood, “Somebody help!” he cried, not knowing why exactly he was so desperate to live. He looked around for others, maybe there were more like himself, maybe they needed help too, “Is there anyone here?!” he barely managed to choke out before stumbling and crashing to his knees.