Conceptual fabrics of reality cloak over the vestiges of time and life, woven together in thick threads and meaningless establishments that signify a minuscule impression. A seemingly endless cloth spun from the hands of Fate, expertly crafted despite blind eyes that cannot see beyond the foggy realm of premonition and could-be's. It flows along the masses in invisibility, shaping and forming to the lives like a velvet mold and goading them along to death and salvation. Purgatory awaited the mortals with gaping maws of Hell secured beneath the soles of elder and young that dragged them down, for Angels did not come down and grace them in Heaven, and they never would. The divine realm was of false preaching and empty light, devoid of warmth and cold as ice in the deepest of sky-thrones. Malicious intent brewed deep and dark into the holiest of hearts wrought in anger, left bitter in their reluctant submissions to the humans of the Biscerica, calling the name of the One. The first of the Angels to break from the darkest of molds and descended to the mortal verse : this became the beginnings of a War that spanned on for years that corded tight into a century. Left over sorrows lament over the dead and forsaken, the ones who became lost during that unforgettable century, the toils of life and reason was destroyed and rent asunder by despair, leaving the world as a shell of the former grandeur that was happy existence and simplistic life.
The Ingeri De Razboi were ruthless during their greatest of times, they were unforgiving masters to the masses, willing them to die and lose all sensibilities of life and survival. They were hellish demons cloaked with divinity and golden light, the harsh beauties to the world who once described them to be the guardians of the eternal spirit. Why would such Holy creatures warp into dark and blood-thirsty qualms, the mysteries of such corruption dwell deep into the fabrications of mortal reality. The falsities of God and the Son, the figures of life and meaning forsaken from the world of angels, they were comforts to a dilapidated world, nothing more than embellishments for the mortals to cling and pray to when faced with their own sin. The Ingeri De Razboi was a group of cunning cruelty, they slaughtered the world and drowned it in blood to simply make a point to their own masters, the Arch Angels of Time who hid away into their parallel world and watched from their council of gold. They were creatures of such power and creation, holding the world upon their shoulders, they wept silently for the eternal life they were forced to live. Unwilling creatures meant to hold aloft the burdens of sin and life, never able to die.
The Arch Angels allowed the Ingeri to attack, caring not for the aspects of innocence that was destroyed in a single day. The Ingeri slaughtered the demonic forces who were simply content to linger in their dark corners. They dragged the demons from the shadows and let them burn alive in the divine light, they made crosses over their spirit set a aflame and later harvested the blood. The scarlet life was their key, ingest the blood of demons and unlock the powers within the soul, allow yourself to become a figure of mocking purity and grace, the Ingeri bathed in the deepest of reds and laughed in glee over their sadistic natures. They laughed in the faces of mortals and became greedy figures in the world that had destroyed and then created. They enacted the horrid ending of Armageddon under pretenses of cleansing the world of human and demonic taint.
It was only here, after the century passed, that the Mortal Rite was born. A being of terrible power, a creation done by the weeping hands of the Arch Angels, those that wanted to die but could not. They gave life to their own demise : the Mortal Rite that could enact their destruction and release them from their binds of Fate. However, the Ingeri saw through this act and they turned on their creators in revenge in blind rage. For the Mortal Rite could slay all with a mere wish and the rule they had instilled over the world would be lost to death. But if all the angels were to die, then what would become of the world that was already dead? The Mortal Rite saw through the fabrics of reality, reached out with trembling gestures and tugged onto the threads that the Fates had woven. The being brought forward the deeds done by the Angles and wished them back into the past, to the before ; a hundred years gone under the childish grasp of a being created by the masters.
Her deed, cloaked in a sense of good, was not perfected nor done properly. The affairs were distorted and warped, leaving some to remember the future as a glimpse of memory that corroded the mind. The Mortal Rite took the most cruel and evil and cast them down to the mortal realm, stripping them of their wings where the Demonii Rai and humans lived with their terrible memories and their sense of loss. The world was tilted dangerously by the hands of Angels, warping time into a fractured network, everyone bonded to the spiritual essences of past, present and future. People that should be dead are alive, those that are not meant to be born are upon the world and the ones not meant to die, perish. There is nothing real to remain, when the Angels wish to slaughter the world once again and the demons use the humans in their war, a horrid fight cloaked under the secrecy of cold warfare that pits brothers against one another.
Everything spirals down to the void of life where a war has already happened but now the tables are shifted and the world will see another age of Armageddon that it may not be able to recover from, even with the Mortal Rite at the sky-throne. The fabrics of reality and time are broken, the meaning of life is no more, and truths have become lies, leaving the world hanging on the precipice - awaiting change and death.
The basics of this role play come down into war and rule, with a sort of behind the scenes violence that hides beneath the cold war taking place among humans, angels, and demons. Three groups, three sides, no lesser evils or better morals. The humans dominate with their church, a Catholic-esque ruling that holds the current upper-hand, they are the leading destructive force in this war with their system and hellish Vatican that act upon the good of the Mortal Rite. The demons have not been wiped out, but their numbers are dwindling fast, the Angels are beginning their attacks, becoming more bold and aggressive despite the political and indirect fashions everyone has adapted to. There are various branches of individuals in this setting, each with their own agenda and meaning to the war.
More information will be brought into the OOC where I will take your questions, this Thread is for interests only. If your inquiries cannot, absolutely, wait and are immediate, then direct a PM my way and I will answer you to the best of my abilities without ruining the specs of my plot.This is angels and demons with humans smacked in the middle and given a fresh coat, there will be advancements in technology in this setting, there will be various branches of royalty and a caste system within each group, there is plenty of mystery wrapped around each character, as nothing is what it seems with time being heavily corrupted and warped by the Mortal Rite. There will be chaotic shifts and twists, so active players than can adapt are most preferred in this role play.
As aforementioned, I will ask that you hold off questions until I get the OOC up, for now I just hope for interest and acceptance.
