Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 15:07:43 GMT -8
A solemn rain trickled over Long Beach this evening, the heavy set clouds peered in over the turbulent tides casting forth a sense of insanity. Control held no bounds here. CLick Click rang the canister. Bang. And it rang out into the night, Death was on the streets blood on someone's hands.
"We killed the wrong girl. I'm sorry for killing*Static* boyfriend's cousin...I'm going to tell your--uncle to try and keep this from-*Static*"
The coddled dreams of a Lord restrained the beast behind mended shields of silk. The pillows constricting a devilish roar urging beneath charming features. Lond willowing hands lay there in a faxed position holding the pillows down.
*Ring Ring RIIIING!*
The Willows surged up and struck down the hymming bird with a metalic clash. Click. The canister loaded behind unseen doors. The crimson eyed Lord rose from a willowy slumber striking a pose before the mirror in honest happiness for a short while; the beast having been sufficiently squandered by a far off maiden in armor. The two were predestined to meet and fill a suited life of control. Once more control held no bounds.
"Lord Seran, I'm afraid I have some bad news.." Marcus, a man of similar age yet very different distribution would say approaching the Demon Lord.
A brow cocked and ready to strike surveyed the man up and down quickly not to hear of it as he retreated to the den snagging the most suitable uniform for such formal apparels. The white tie against black button-up was surely a well suited arrangement. Silluettes and whispers in his ear beckoned with a curious game. Blood is Thicker.
"Please sir..."
Gabriel had more attention this time around surveying the man's broken appearance. Everything about him seemed slumped, the way he carried himself the exact opposite of how Gabriel stood. A darkened, damp face that expressed a certain sorrow that filled his heart. A sense of sympathy surged forth from Gabriel to the man wondering what had happened. Was Marcus' family in some trouble? If so he'd do anything to help.
"How may I be of service?"
The Demon Lord took interest in the man's reaction, looking confused as though it wasn't the desired reaction. Soon something had replaced his worry and turned it to a reaction of fear. Sudden realization came flushing to his features.
"Marcus what happened?" Gabriel said furiously in a demanding tone.
"Lord Seran I suggest you come with me." Was all he could reply.
Everything then became a blur, a sudden whirlwind of emotion. Fear gripped his chest as he was lead to an armored division of vehicles each with a good dozen men encircling his position as if he were royalty. Lord Seran would soon learn that he was now Third in line in the regality of France. His stunned and fleeting expression only carried him so far as San Francisco, by the time tey entered the large city The Demon Lord knew something had to be very wrong to return to this place.
The misty banks rolled over the mountinous peaks of the buildings while the banks lolled with an eerie calm. A stillness to the place was ever present. Click. The Magazine was loaded.
Glass-like droplets came down from father sky acting like bullets as they seethed through bodies violently picking off the Demon Lord's men one by one. He who was cloaked in darkness came out from the hellspawn steed to follow a parade of dark cloudlike umbrellas protecting him alone from the tears of heaven. The old Seran Estates, San Fran division. Eva should have been here strengthoning her grip on the region. He had that much faith in her to raise her position to a noble of the New World.
Heavy bootfalls reached the stone staircase loading for another strike, at the top the Demon would find a broken in door. How was it that this maintainence went unsolved. The dark figures treaded about him, two at his arms. And then the body. Carnage all about, not a one of the hellspawn dared move it. Aubrey lay there an angel amongst the earth, as did Eva. Click. Hammer was loaded.
Bang...............................
"We killed the wrong girl. I'm sorry for killing*Static* boyfriend's cousin...I'm going to tell your--uncle to try and keep this from-*Static*"
The coddled dreams of a Lord restrained the beast behind mended shields of silk. The pillows constricting a devilish roar urging beneath charming features. Lond willowing hands lay there in a faxed position holding the pillows down.
*Ring Ring RIIIING!*
The Willows surged up and struck down the hymming bird with a metalic clash. Click. The canister loaded behind unseen doors. The crimson eyed Lord rose from a willowy slumber striking a pose before the mirror in honest happiness for a short while; the beast having been sufficiently squandered by a far off maiden in armor. The two were predestined to meet and fill a suited life of control. Once more control held no bounds.
"Lord Seran, I'm afraid I have some bad news.." Marcus, a man of similar age yet very different distribution would say approaching the Demon Lord.
A brow cocked and ready to strike surveyed the man up and down quickly not to hear of it as he retreated to the den snagging the most suitable uniform for such formal apparels. The white tie against black button-up was surely a well suited arrangement. Silluettes and whispers in his ear beckoned with a curious game. Blood is Thicker.
"Please sir..."
Gabriel had more attention this time around surveying the man's broken appearance. Everything about him seemed slumped, the way he carried himself the exact opposite of how Gabriel stood. A darkened, damp face that expressed a certain sorrow that filled his heart. A sense of sympathy surged forth from Gabriel to the man wondering what had happened. Was Marcus' family in some trouble? If so he'd do anything to help.
"How may I be of service?"
The Demon Lord took interest in the man's reaction, looking confused as though it wasn't the desired reaction. Soon something had replaced his worry and turned it to a reaction of fear. Sudden realization came flushing to his features.
"Marcus what happened?" Gabriel said furiously in a demanding tone.
"Lord Seran I suggest you come with me." Was all he could reply.
Everything then became a blur, a sudden whirlwind of emotion. Fear gripped his chest as he was lead to an armored division of vehicles each with a good dozen men encircling his position as if he were royalty. Lord Seran would soon learn that he was now Third in line in the regality of France. His stunned and fleeting expression only carried him so far as San Francisco, by the time tey entered the large city The Demon Lord knew something had to be very wrong to return to this place.
The misty banks rolled over the mountinous peaks of the buildings while the banks lolled with an eerie calm. A stillness to the place was ever present. Click. The Magazine was loaded.
Glass-like droplets came down from father sky acting like bullets as they seethed through bodies violently picking off the Demon Lord's men one by one. He who was cloaked in darkness came out from the hellspawn steed to follow a parade of dark cloudlike umbrellas protecting him alone from the tears of heaven. The old Seran Estates, San Fran division. Eva should have been here strengthoning her grip on the region. He had that much faith in her to raise her position to a noble of the New World.
Heavy bootfalls reached the stone staircase loading for another strike, at the top the Demon would find a broken in door. How was it that this maintainence went unsolved. The dark figures treaded about him, two at his arms. And then the body. Carnage all about, not a one of the hellspawn dared move it. Aubrey lay there an angel amongst the earth, as did Eva. Click. Hammer was loaded.
Bang...............................