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Post by taliesin on Jan 4, 2005 20:03:43 GMT -8
"Here. Take the sword. Take Taminskrere, gift of your forefathers, and battle!" said Beelzebub, again offering the sword. "I cannot use it, or it will kill me."
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Post by taliesin on Jan 1, 2005 5:55:02 GMT -8
"That's a shame. A kid with your lineage shouldn't have to grow up with that kind of life. I guess I wouldn't know, really. I had no parents. Oh well. So are you ready to fight?"
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Post by taliesin on Dec 31, 2004 20:16:53 GMT -8
"Didn't your parents tell you? Traditionally, every descendant of Malwe'ar has been told of their heritage at the age of ten. Did your parents die before that time?"
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 22:30:26 GMT -8
"The power of your ancestors wasn't just because of their natural prowess, which came from their blood-it was because another kind of blood was mixed in with theirs-demonic blood, the blood of a demon that had his soul restored to him. He was the first of the 'good' demons. That power has been passed to you."
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 22:06:45 GMT -8
"I'm not a god anymore, but at least I still have one of my powers-Time Manipulation." The world around them froze.
"I can keep this up for as long as I need to. So, you want to hear the tale? Fine, here it is.
"I am as old as time. I don't remember the exact numbers, but I'm pretty old. I used to be an evil god, until the Event happened. I-oh by the way, Mr. Evans, my name is Beelzebub-was in Central Africa when an old shaman pointed his wand at me and did some magic, which split me in two-light and darkness. I'm the light side. I retained some of my powers and when the demons came for me-thinking I was the Dark Beelzebub, I destroyed them with a snap of my fingers. But I guess I was fueled with energy from the Event, because I lost that power a long time ago. Now for me I have to take the old standby-stand and fight, or run. The Event happened exactly at midnight, the first minute of the New Year of 2000. Anyway, for 4 years now, I've been fighting for the good side. No one knows it yet. There isn't even an organization, just heroes here and there. Anyway, I heard you were one at the demon bar, and found you. Here," said Beelzebub, drawing out a long white sword for Evans. "Taminskrere. Its original owner was King Malwe'ar, from 5000 B.C. He isn't recorded in any of the old transcripts, but he was a famous fighter of demons. I should know-I killed him and took this sword as a trophy. Anyway, I sensed him in your blood. Maybe you don't know it yet, but now you do. Take it, Mr. Evans." He held it towards him, hilt pointing at the human, blade in his hand.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 21:24:46 GMT -8
There was a resounding crash behind them. Beelzebub stopped, sighed, and turned. He could hear the shrieks and screams now. "That'll be the Hunters now," he said. Beelzebub muttered to himself, but audibly and clearly enough for Evans to hear, "End of the road, Beelzebub."
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 20:26:01 GMT -8
Beelzebub muttered, "Why are they always repressed or in denial?!" To Evans, "The Demonic Liaison Hunters. They hunt down demons who have turned. They're after me. Normally, I'd teleport out, but you're here, and I don't have the power to mass-transit anymore." He kept dragging Evans down the street. "Every week, I keep having to move because of these goddamn hunters. This time, though, I teleported to a demon bar, and heard your name through the system. So I've come to seek your help." They were about 2 blocks away from the cafe.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 18:04:33 GMT -8
Beelzebub checked his watch. "Oh shit. The DLHs will be here soon. We have to go!" He grabbed Ryan's arm, and began to drag him out of the cafe.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 13:14:52 GMT -8
In an instant, Beelzebub was in front of Ryan Evans, though there had been no perceptible action of his getting up and moving in front of Ryan Evans. "No. I am not a god. I used to be. But then I got divided into half, so here I am, to help the good side."
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Post by taliesin on Dec 28, 2004 22:27:12 GMT -8
"You are reluctant to speak to me, Mr. Evans," said Beelzebub, never removing his gaze, nor moving at all. "I can see why, considering your past experiences with... hmm... strangers-let's put it like that." Beelzebub arched his eyebrows, as in deep thought, then his facial hair formed into a goatee.
"You have been fortunate, but your greatest match is to come, Mr. Evans. I am here to help you, and to guarantee your survival."
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Post by taliesin on Dec 28, 2004 21:33:20 GMT -8
His gaze never shifted. He took in the scent of the coffee, and licked his lips slightly, as he watched Ryan Evans-his target; drink his hot chocolate. Finally, he took a move-standing up and moving to Evans' table. He sat down in the opposite chair.
"Hello. How are you today?"
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Post by taliesin on Dec 28, 2004 0:03:49 GMT -8
Sitting in a chair in the coffee shop was a tall man dressed in black. He had a turtleneck, with his pants and his 'fancy' shoes. He had a prim moustache-it was narrow and only above his lip, not even touching his nose. He also had a triangle beard with the flat side touching the bottom lip, and the point touching his chin. He wore sunglasses, large black sunglasses and had a shaved dome. Through the sunglasses black heartless eyes watched Ryan Evans.
Meet the lighter half of the Son of Satan-Beelzebub. The Doppelganger Syndrome was real-his darker half was somewhere in Africa, being worshipped as a devil god.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 1:41:36 GMT -8
Roequac saw the sign. Mmm... Gambler. Just like me, he thought. But when the snake eyes appeared on the table, he almost bolted-but with an iron will built up over the years, he remained in his seat, but still tense, coiled like a predator ready to spring.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 27, 2004 12:50:34 GMT -8
He got his order, and slurped it down in two gulps. He sighed, then sniffed, taking in the many different stenches of the demons around him-then he caught the scent of a human/fairy/maybe demon. A girl. 20's. Down the bar. He caught the scent of metal-they might have been piercings, but then... who had piercings made of the same metal as firearms? Roequac's ancient reflexes were still sharp, but his instincts told him to wait. She might be a vampire hunter, but then again, she might not be. He would have to wait and see. If she so much as pointed the weapon in his general direction, he would be four blocks away before she could pull the trigger.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 26, 2004 19:59:31 GMT -8
The door opened to admit a tall vampire of the Clan Sunwalker. They were also known as the 'Daystalkers,' and were the only clan that had the ability to withstand the deadly solar rays that the mother of Earth gave off. (They could go blind, though, which is why they always wore dark, dark sunglasses during the day.) His name was Roequac du Laret, and his birthday was today-his 527th birthday. It was the 500th anniversary of his becoming a vampire-he had been bitten and turned on his 27th birthday. Roequac was 6 feet tall, pale (a normal-almost expected-characteristic of every vampire), and had bright, disconterting yellow eyes-not very normal for vampires. Their eyes usually retained their color from when they were alive, only with more light. But Roequac was different-his eyes had turned into yellow orbs. He walked up to the bar, and said, "A liter of blood, please. Mix it with wormwood, please."
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