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"They say that a shadow cannot be cast without some source of light. A common example of this is a candle. However it is not the candle that casts a shadow, it is the one that stands before it.

So if this is true, does this mean that demons exist because of the angels? Or do the angels exist because of the demons? Either way they both exist, light and shadow. Sadly it is here among humans that the two meet. How long till one extinguishes the other? Or can light really exist without casting only more shadows?"


~Rules~
~ Literate please. I used to say semi-literate but then I started getting people who didn't use punctuation. So from now on literate and above.
~ Grammar and spelling as best as you can please. (Mistakes are okay, we're all human.)
~ Godmoding gets you kicked out. Just so you know. ^_^
~ No cybering. I encourage romance, just nothing beyond the taking off the clothes. (Implying is okay though)
~ Dammit please do not be afraid to curse. I mean really people we use it in everyday chat, so why not in writing?
~ No profiles. You heard me. Don't post a profile, just start posting. I find that profiles take the fun out of 'discovering' RPC's background. (RPC- roleplay character)
~ I will ask you to refrain from things. Sometimes it may be seem random, but trust me its for the plot. There are things to discover with the rp.


~Plot~
The world is crumbling. The great fortunes of the 21st century have left us. No one quite knows the year, maybe because little care. Many live in small scattered villages that are seperated by forests of shadows. Medicine and science have gone backwords. Technology is no where near what it was in the 21st century. Very few guns have been re-developed and the best mode of transportation is your own two feet.

They may be because of how society has changed. Religion is held above everything and anything. No one finds the need to move about from one village to the next. Few travel to the last cities or the castles. But there is reason for this sudden hold onto religion. Fear consumes the human race, they are killed off by the day.

Demons, invisable to the human eye, have begun to prey on humans. They attack suddenly killing many and possessing those they do not kill. Their inhuman acts make them true demons from hell and never show a bit of compassion.

"But where there is darkness there is light."
Exrocists exists among humans. They destroy demons that haunt the humans. But looking for distinct traits of demons they perform rituals to dispell of them. Many priests are exrocists in small villages.

Necromancy is the work of the devil the priests say. Demons use it at will and destroy many with it. However it is said that, humans can also use necromancy at a heavy cost. But these people are seen as satanic are often killed just like the demons.


~Laws Of Reality~
~ Races include humans, demons, and angels. Nothing else (unless you get my permission) is alowed.
~ Please keep posts time paced. In other words please don't zap from one village to the next almost instantly. It take TIME.
~ If you wish to use necromancy send me a pm. You need to know a bit more about the plot to do so.
~ Exrocists, there are no autokills. Actually that goes for everyone. Some demons are hard to kill for a reason.
~ Someone cannot be half angel and demon. Sorr, for plot purposes it doesn't work. (see below for more info)
~ Possessions, or housing a demon/ angel soul is alowed. Although one would not know of the possession unless an exrocists or necromancer told them.
~ Humans cannot see magic/soul energy. That is something only angel and demons can do.
~ If a human has a special ability you better have a logical explination. I love special abilities just don't start pulling them out of a hat. PLEASE.
~ Humans cannot see MOST demons. If they have the power to become an exrocists than they might see glimpses or such of a demon. However even exrocists cannot see demons completely. (Same as angels)
~ Oh and I almost forgot, those who do not have the ability to be an exrocist are often paladins. They do most of the same things as exrocists, however with a swords rather than words of enchanting.


~Areas~
~ Forests often seperate villages. They contain odd variety of demons, however these demons are less prone to attack humans.
~ Villages are the most common places. They are scattered about with little communication from one to the next. Villages are attacked by demons the most often. However it is said that these small places are graced by God's favor. Many laugh at this.
~ Cities, or ruins of the past still stand in some places. They are home of the damned. The cities are dark places very few go to. But it said that the angels live secretly here, hiding among the shadows.
~ Castles rule over the small villages. There are probably three of four major provinces along with many smaller one. They are often housed by Paladins, those who despite the demons. However they can be a bit paranoid and many innocent die here.

And again I repeat....
No profies, just start posting.
*Also those who need a quicky on the plot or have a question just send me a pm or ask at our OOC forum.

The Night Before
Two girls ran through the shadows of the night, their feet thumping harshly on the gravel road. Neither said a word, even their short breaths sounding loud this quiet night. The silence was defening, the kind that sent shivers down your spin like a cold breeze that comes suddenly. The older girl closed her eyes tighly for a moment trying to make out some kind of sound other than them.

Her light brown hair fell about her face, covering her blue eyes. Her clothing was old and worn, the brown almost matching the color of her hair. The smaller girl next to her had golden blonde hair that flowed behind her. Her small petite figure was held in the long white dress she wore. Her eyes however were the same light blue as the other girls. The two of them ran as if the devil himself was chasing them.

That was almost what it was. A low moan, like the call of the dead reached their ears. It echoed around them, the ground trembling before them. The older girl quickly glanced back, eyes wide in panic. The other was closing her eyes tightly, running blindly next to her sister. Her breathing was much harder, having to work to keep up with her older sister's pace. "Is it following Tarren?" she managed to whimper between breaths.

Tarren gritted her teeth together, scanning the area before them. Dammit. "I-I'm not sure Aya." Even her own voice cracked with fear. But it wasn't fear for herself, that was the last thing she was worrying about.

Aya suddenly begane to cry silently, her tears dripping on the gravel road. The dark forest bobbed on the left of their vision, and more trees to the right. Ahead loomed a small village, laterns hung above. "Don't worry, we're almost there."

The Light of Day
The sun hung high above the village, casting its mid-day light upon them. Tarren walked through the village, a sullend frown across her face. Even with the bright light she couldn't rid of the image from last night. Her sister, her only family... she couldn't even protect her. Tarren's frown deepened as this thought plagued her mind. She wasn't an exrocist, the only one in this village was the priest who owned the cathedral at the southern end of the village. Aya and her lived at the northern end, making it more difficult to reach the priest.

But the father was kind to them. He would take time away to talk or play with them, ever since their parents died. Actually the only reason she was alone today was because the priest was watching her sister. "Do something for yourself for once," he had told her, "Read a book, climb a tree, talk with friends. Do something without worrying about your sister for once." But, it was impossible for her to do that when the night was plagued with the possibility of Aya getting killed, or worse.

Before she knew it she was at the edge of the dark forest. She stood in its shadows, looking up at the towering trees. They swayed in the light breeze, leaves speaking an unknown language. Wide eyed she watched this. She was fifteen, and yet she knew nothing of a child's life. All she knew was fear, and the wish to protect her sister. With a deep sigh she fell to her knees, pressing her hands together. "Dear Lord please give me someway to protect my sister. Some way to destroy the demons that kill off the villages without warning. A way to see them!"

From the shadows of the forest a creature laughed. He had not heard of a human that wished to 'destroy' the demons. Of course many said it, but few ment it with their heart. Many didn't have the courage to even say that to their 'God'. Even more so, it had been a very long time since someone prayed near the forest that held only shadows.

Tarren had stood and was now looking up at the sky. It was always a dark blue, like the sun couldn't make it bright enough to reach the pale blues she had been told of in fairy tales. She pushed her shoulders back, closing her eyes.

For a moment everything went silent. Not even the trees made a sound, or the birds flying about the village. Tarren quickly opened her eyes and turned towards the forest. At its very edge was a black book, simple and without decoration. Walking towards it an odd snake like whisper rippled through the air, inhuman words spoken. Cautiously she bent over and picked it up, her eyes scanning the forest the entire time. As she stood she finally glanced at the book. Opening the plain cover she saw foreign letters turn to that of which she understood. The first sentance said, 'A power that could destroy even demons.' The sound returned instantly, and the shadows of the forest recieded. The book was pressed against her chest as she begane to walk back towards the village.

The Black Book
The book was carried everywhere with her now. When ever the day came and her sister was at the cathedral she would read. Spells took up page upon page. Some of the writing remained in the odd foreign language, but she could still get the overall idea of what it said. The book told of the demons even, and different ways to tell if one is near.
The absence of noise, the dimming of light, shadows without a source of light, howls or silent screams,
The list went on and she made an effort to memorize them.

One spell interested her greatly, but she never dared use it. A way to see demons. It had to be more important than any other spell in the book.

She never practiced the spells aloud. No, she only memorized the hand signs that went with each, practicing them constantly. She would repeat the words, but always without the signs. On one page there was handwritten notes and quick scetches of the palm of a hand.
When using spells cut a pentacle on the hand that is being used. The cut alows magic to flow through the body without interuption and makes it less likely to harm the user.
Tarren made sure to always keep a dagger with her. The nights were less frightening and the days were full of practice. Her sister begane to smile more and even she found more joy. That is until the night....

The sun began setting, and darkness began to rise. Where the darkness rose, shadows blended effortlessly, and with them, the demon Craven. He had just entered a small village at the base of the mountains. Torches were scattered around the village, providing a subtle ambiance.
*Cling* *Cling*
All that could be heard in the quiet village were the soft clings of Craven's buckles as he walked deeper into the village. Villagers did not know he was a demon, for he had taken on a human form, but were scared none the less at the sight of the large sword at his side.
*Cling* *Cling*
He continued into the village, until he came upon an open fire in it's center, where a few orphans had gathered to keep warm. Craven sat down, is red trenchcoat bathing in the soft dirt around him. The children, however, were not as scared as the more perceptable villagers. They greeted him and asked his name.
"Craven. . .The name's Craven." He said, almost statue-like, staring into the crackling flames.

The Night of the Damned
The dusk was already giving way to night and the shadows were growing. The lanterns were lit but they only seemed to cast more shadows around. Behind them the cathedral disapeared as they ran through the streets of the village trying to reach their home. Aya kept repeating that she was sorry, being slow to leave today. Everyone was already inside, doors locked tightly. Once again the joy had left Aya and only her silent tears remained.

It was quiet night to begin with, so it was impossible to tell if the area went silent. Even with a demon's pressence they would still be able to hear their own footsteps, so that didn't help. The sun disapeared at the horizen and the sky turned black. A new moon threatened to swallow them with darkness and the stars even seemed dull. The only reason the two sisters didn't hold hands was because they learned it slowed them. They instead concentrated on running, Tarren searching the area around them.

Dam, the house wasn't getting any closer it felt. Finally the two had to stop to take a breath and Aya sat down on the gravel. Their heavy pants sounded loud this night and the shadows seemed to creep farther than they should. Tarren glanced behind them. The cathedral wasn't in sight, but their house wasn't any closer. "Please no," she whispered glancing around furiously.

A hollow scream reached her ears, mixed with the scream of her sister. She turned wide eyes to see her sister being dragged from the ground like a doll. The hand-sewn doll dropped to the ground below her as claws ripped the neck of her sister. Terran drew her dagger quickly, cutting five quick slashes to make pentacle. Blood instantly was drawn and it formed towards the tips of her fingers. "Δεσμεύστε την ψυχή μου. Σύρετε το αίμα μου," she whispered the words quickly forming her left hand into a single position.

She suddenly changed the position of her hand and dark shadows lept from the ground to her hand. It swirled about wildly and then with another quick movement of her hand, was sent at the invisable being in front of her. Despite her confident looks she was paniced on the inside, not knowing what the magic would look like. But thats was not what was important. The dark magic grazed past her invisbale enemy, and her sister remained held in the air. Either it had not effect or... she had missed it simply and idoiticly.

"Tarren!" her sisters panic scream reached her. Tarren stood there eyes wide in panic. With a shake of her head she quickly formed another position and whispered words that she had memorized from the book.

Darkness lept up from the ground directly under where her sister was held. She heard a noise like something moving. She could hear the demon take a few mocking steps back, right outside the blast. Tarren's eyes filled with more panic. "God no," she whispered falling to her knees. Her sisters screams filled her head as she heard the grinding of bone. She clutched her head tightly, head swarming. I can't save her, not even now.

"You can't hit what you can't see," a hissing voice whispered. The were barely human, almost impossible to understand. It laughed aloud, the noise echoing past even the screams of her sister.

"Dammit!" Tarren screamed standing up. She clutched her hand tightly, blood dripping from her palm. She raised her hand to her face writting quick symbols with amazing ease. She had looked at this spell more than any other. She hadn't had the guts to use it, until now. "Δεσμεύστε την ψυχή μου. Πάρτε το μάτι μου. Με επιτρέψτε να δω!" With both hands she begane to form symbols. They moved quickly through the series of positions till she finally stopped. "Απελευθέρωση" A sudden rush of magic was sent through her body. The symbols she made around her eye glowed brightly as she let out a scream of pain. Her right arm rippled with the magic, a cut never placed on it. She fell to her knees, clutching her left eye. Blood dripped onto the ground, from both her and her sister.

Sitting idly on the rooftop watching, a smile played across its face. "Its been too long since a new necromancer appeared. Even longer since someone used 'that' spell. An odd laugh reached its lips as it watched with interest.