Morric

Demons within

Cold silence filled the room as the piano stopped. A somewhat empty expression found it's way across Death's face as he slowly leaned back in his chair. "My my how audacious of you. As a mortal who's suffered the coils of being weak your whole life, you sure know how to talk a big game with a pinch of demon in you." Dancing flames within the fireplace emanated a strange pale hue, casting flickering shadows on the wall. The shadows writhed and spun, weaving into figures and shapes. "These demons have forgotten what the word god means. Who can blame them...having been stewing in this realm for so long, they've forgotten their roots." A scene began to unfold on the wall as the shadows formed the image of demons being chased by titans. "Being around humans for so long has made them forget what real hell is like. Or do you remember it Wrath?" An absent gaze passed over the door to the study as the other occupants of the manor made their way up to the stairs. "Nevermind...Dante don't let your arrogance or that thing inside of you convince you that you're a god. It'll only make the ground hurt harder when you fall. Until you realize this...you're not the one I'm looking for."

Darkness Awaits - Another Magic RP

The echo of footsteps clacked through the hallway as Azazel passed by the classrooms. A midst his path, he noticed a young man sitting on the floor before a wall of lockers. A pair of headphones blocked him off from the world as he appeared to separate himself from this reality. The footsteps came to a halt and Azazel stood at the center of the hall, looking down at the student. He wouldn't have given the boy a second look if it weren't for the strange hunch he had. Still, he carried on, keeping note of the young man, and made his way toward the end of the corridor and toward the courtyard.

Demons within

The air became tense for a moment as the gazes of ancient eyes were exchanged. Finally Death gestured his hand toward the young man, almost as if to pull the very soul from his body. But instead, the keys of an oak piano sitting in the corner behind him began to play a melody. "Tut tut boy. Wouldn't want to stir up that indomitable temper of yours now would we?" Death's eyes fell back to the pages of his book, his grin fading into an emotionless gaze. "Haven't you heard? The big bad wolf is coming to town...and he wants to eat you all up. I rather think it a befitting end for a lot of self serving leaches like you demon lords." The page turned. "Yet...I find myself bound to be here, all because an ignorant little girl didn't know how to read a do not open sign. So why am I here you ask?" The book slammed closed as cold eyes of death slowly rose back back to look upon Dante, staring passed the demon within him to see the mortal. "The question is why do you think you're here...Dante Grim?" A low creak escaped the seat as Death slowly leaned forward, anticipating the young mans answer.

A World Of A Million Horrors

Azazel watched and listened carefully as the woman ushered for them to make their escape, speaking in a somewhat broken english. "Demon?" He asked, slightly puzzled as to what she meant. But his question was swiftly answered as the hulking creature descended from the thicket above, landing heavily on the ground with a low thud. The beast slowly rose it's head, a snarl escaping its fanged maw as it laid it's gaze upon the woman. Seconds felt like minutes as a dead silence enshrouded them for a few moments. Then, in an explosion of stimuli, the beast sprung toward them, flying through the air with it's shadow rushing across the ground. The aggressive hiss of a near by tangle of shrubs followed suit, as a second creature appeared from the rear, throwing it's ample, monstrous form at Azazel. Once again reflexes took over. Only this time, the pulled him dash across the ground and slide over the dirt and grass, stopping just in front of the girl. The two beasts were almost on top of them now, their two massive bodies hurtling through the air, closing the distance in seconds. All seemed bleak until a strange dark glow began to leak from Azazel's eyes.

"Stay down!"

The wiry shadows that writhed on the ground below shot up instantaneously in a flurry of black tendrils. The shadows had risen to envelope Azazel and the voodoo woman, spawning from the dark shell a innumerable amount of obsidian colored spikes as long as jousting lances and longer. The spikes shot up from the ground and out of the tree's for several dozen yards, viciously impaling everything and quickly reducing the surrounding tree's to chunks of splintered wood. The spikes appeared from above and below and reached out in every direction until the area was completely filled, turned into a forest of voidish black in a matter of seconds. The sounds made by the roiling shadows were like the voices of a hundred ghosts wailing in agony. The tendrils aimed in particular at the beasts while in mid leap, appearing where they would land.

Demons within

"Oh just thought I'd catch up on some reading. Humans have been quite busy over these last few centuries." Pages ruffled as an unseen influence flipped through the book in Death's hand as he spoke. "It's just my luck that the owner of this estate keeps such a collection of literature." A cold, hallowed gaze rose from the tome and met with Dante, piercing through his soul and looking onto the entity within him. "Oh but what's this? The ill tempered one in my presence? I must be getting quite a bit older than I expected if infantile whelps like you have gained the courage to look upon me directly." The subtle curl of a halfhearted grin grew across Death's face as he set down his cup. "But wouldn't you know it? Here we are. So to what do I owe this inconvenient pleasure?"

Demons within

"I'd like to think I've tanned just a tad since arriving here." Replied Death in a smug, slightly english tone. The sight of him put a strain on human eyes. Even with the influence of another entity, his image flickered like a mirage to the mortal soul. "Fancy some tea?" He asked, a gloved hand motioning to another small white teacup which hadn't been there before. It was half filled with what smelled of Earl Grey and just a bit of milk and sugar. The aroma wafted up on the steamy vapor that rose from the cup.

Darkness Awaits - Another Magic RP

The rumbling hum of an engine faded into existence as a dark figure approached on the roads horizon. Drawing closer from the distance was a black limousine with tinted windows. It rolled down the road and slowed as it approached the front of the school. Unseen eyes looked out from the pitch black windows as the limo came to a halt at the schools steps. One of the rear doors opened, and a suited figure stepped into the warm mid morning light. An umbrella followed, spreading over head as the tall, slender form of Azazel stood up from the recesses of the limousine. He looked out with pondering eyes onto the rather mundane school building. Without a further thought, he leisurely made his way down the cement path and into the school. The door of the limo closed without influence and a low growl of it's engine signaled the limo's departure.

A World Of A Million Horrors

The air grew ominously tense as Azazel focused his vision onto the movements in the darkness above. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, his muscles tensing as he readied himself to strike. If the beast hadn't seen him then he thought of waiting for it to pass before moving again. However before he could gather any more thoughts, a blur shot out of the tree. Swift reflexes took over and the glimmering length of Azazel's blade came to light. He caught himself just as his legs were about to spring him forward, when the form of a woman landed before him. Though her clothing and markings were unfamiliar to him, she was clearly human beneath it all. He paused for a moment, his eyes darting between this strange woman and the rustling in the tree's, as she presented intentions for the moment. Even her body language told him, she was more concerned with whatever it was that rumbled through the canopy. "...And what of your companion up there?" Asked Azazel finally in a slightly presumptuous tone. The shadows beneath them danced slowly and subtly, spreading across the ground.

Demons within

A deep frigid sensation stung the fingers of the hand that wrapped around the doorknob to the study. A dead silence roamed the halls with this ominous room at its heart. A low creak broke the silence as the door opened on its own. Within the dimly lit study, the dull rumble of the fireplace quietly filled the room with the occasional crackle of charred wood. The room appeared empty, yet there was a definite entity within. An almost overwhelming presence. What could not be seen by mortal eyes was clear to the spirits of pandora's box; A rather tall, slender gentleman dressed in a suit darker than shadows. In one gloved hand was a pale teacup half full of tea. In the other, some literature on eighteenth century london.

Demons within

Fire roared into existence, filling the ashy confines of a dark fireplace. The large estate of a castle held many rooms and hallways. Among them was a darkened study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up a chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. Likely the same mysterious force that began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. Amongst the empty halls was a small gathering. Those that hosted demons inside of themselves had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer.