Post by skyacezero on Dec 4, 2010 4:39:04 GMT -4
[The Crusades: 1213 A.D.]
((Old Man Narrating))
It was the early thirteenth century. The era of the Vatican Crusades. The reign of Pope Innocence III, and his most trusted advisor, the Archbishop Maltheus St. Claire. However, fate was not kind to Maltheus, for shortly after Pope Innocence III came to rule, he was stricken with leprosy. A veiw of God's wrath cast on an individual. Maltheus, fearing the well-being of his soul, sought a way to ensure his entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven. His tireless work eventually led him to believe that he had located the Garden of Eden, but it was in a land under the control of The Saladin's armies. Convinced that their innocence would shield them from heathen speartip and arrows, Maltheus persuaded the Pope to allow him to go with a child army to reclaim the sacred garden. The Pope approved and Maltheus began his march to the garden. Upon arrival, the child army Maltheus had brought was decimated by the Saladin's troops, but he had managed to reach his destination in the confusion. But what he thought had been the garden of Eden, was the final resting place of an ancient Slavic demon, Chernobog. Upon his release, Chernobog possesed and twisted the crazed bishop into something no longer human and with one sweep of his wings, leveled the Saladin's army, and went on to recruit six more demons to his ultimate goal: Lilith, her son Belphegor, Maltheus' apprentice Lucifer, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Beelzebub. To meet the requirements of a ritual to bring about the end of days, one more was required. Maltheus recuited one final demon, a former and distraught knight, who had lost his family, to be his eighth demon lord. Returning his family to him as per their arrangement, the knight agreed to assist them. When the ritual took place, the knight's family was returned to the realm of the dead. Enraged the he had been tricked. The demonized knight attacked and successfully managed to halt the ritual, and as a reult, Maltheus was seperated from his physical body and his entourage was sealed into the very pits of Hell. Furious, Malethus ripped the betrayer's crest from his body and cast him into Purgatory in a faraway land. As penance for assisting Maltheus, the demonized knight adopted the name Necrolon and could only watch, and the years in the mortal realm passed.....
[Orwell City USA: 1993 A.D.]
A little boy was rushed into a cabinet beneath the sink. "Darryl," the boy's father said while gunshots and sirens were going off nonstop outside. "Stay here, and whatever happens, don't make a sound, and don't move from this spot," he said and shut the doors. Later, there was a crashing noise followed by gunfire. Darryl could hear his mother screaming and pleading until another shot was fired and then it was quiet. There was the sound of shuffling footsteps and he covered his ears and squinted clenched his eyes shut. What seemed like hours passed and Darryl opened the door of the cabinet and crawled out. His father was laying facedown. Darryl stood up and shuffled towards his father. "Daddy?" he said in a small voice. Someone came around the door and all Darryl saw was a bright light. "Echo-Zero niner, we have a survivor," he heard a man's voice. "Poor thing. He's only a kid,"
Darryl was lead outside by a SWAT team, he looked around and sees person-sized bags littering the street with several ambulances and police cars some are being zipped up and others are still open. There were people in them. Darryk was brough before two officers. "There's no next of kin, but he has a confirmed Godfather," one of them said. "Father Gideon Simon, Bishop at the local church," he continues. The other officer lead Darryl to the back of the patrol car, but he hesitated. "It's okay little guy, we have a new home waiting for you," the officer said in a gentle voice. The door closes and the patrol car drives off, with a 3-year-old Darryl Dandridge looking out the window, at the apartment complex that was once his home....
<12 years later>
(Adolecent boy's voice narrating)
"This is Orwell City, pretty much the armpit of the world. You can't even walk two feet without some gang fighting over s--- that isn't theirs and if you're in the way, you're just a moving target. The only people who aren't even touched by these events are the D.A., the Governor, and all the other corporate ass-kissers. My name is Darryl Dandridge and I'm 16 years old. I'm not really alone in this city, I've got friends who help me look after myself. There's Tito, he comes from a Hispanic family, and then there's Mo, he hails from a Middle-Eastern family. What goofballs, but they're my best friends, and they mean well. Anyway the cops always have their hands full, so you can count on them showing up, but by then, you're probably dead. That's pretty much my vague little story, but this is the real beginning...."
(End Narration)
"Alright class, settle down, settle down.....or not," the teacher said and sat at his desk with his class rowdy as usual. "I Know this seems a little sudden, but we have a new student joining us today," he said. "Aw man, another F.N.G. Can you believe that?" a Hispanic boy said. He was sitting next to a boy with shoulder-length brown hair, Darryl. "So who do you think it is this time, Tito? Balck, asian, another foregin ex, student?" Darryl asked Tito. "I don't know, holmes. I just hope it's another chicita. This place is turning into more and more of a sausage festival, eh?" Tito said. "Pleas say hello to..uhh... what's your name again?" the teacher asked the person who walked in.
(Sorry if this was a bit long. This thread is the prequel to my ongoing thread: Lies in Deceptive Shadows. Feel free to to read it if you want to get a better idea of where I want this to go. But feel free to join: only character rule is that you have to be human.)
((Old Man Narrating))
It was the early thirteenth century. The era of the Vatican Crusades. The reign of Pope Innocence III, and his most trusted advisor, the Archbishop Maltheus St. Claire. However, fate was not kind to Maltheus, for shortly after Pope Innocence III came to rule, he was stricken with leprosy. A veiw of God's wrath cast on an individual. Maltheus, fearing the well-being of his soul, sought a way to ensure his entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven. His tireless work eventually led him to believe that he had located the Garden of Eden, but it was in a land under the control of The Saladin's armies. Convinced that their innocence would shield them from heathen speartip and arrows, Maltheus persuaded the Pope to allow him to go with a child army to reclaim the sacred garden. The Pope approved and Maltheus began his march to the garden. Upon arrival, the child army Maltheus had brought was decimated by the Saladin's troops, but he had managed to reach his destination in the confusion. But what he thought had been the garden of Eden, was the final resting place of an ancient Slavic demon, Chernobog. Upon his release, Chernobog possesed and twisted the crazed bishop into something no longer human and with one sweep of his wings, leveled the Saladin's army, and went on to recruit six more demons to his ultimate goal: Lilith, her son Belphegor, Maltheus' apprentice Lucifer, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Beelzebub. To meet the requirements of a ritual to bring about the end of days, one more was required. Maltheus recuited one final demon, a former and distraught knight, who had lost his family, to be his eighth demon lord. Returning his family to him as per their arrangement, the knight agreed to assist them. When the ritual took place, the knight's family was returned to the realm of the dead. Enraged the he had been tricked. The demonized knight attacked and successfully managed to halt the ritual, and as a reult, Maltheus was seperated from his physical body and his entourage was sealed into the very pits of Hell. Furious, Malethus ripped the betrayer's crest from his body and cast him into Purgatory in a faraway land. As penance for assisting Maltheus, the demonized knight adopted the name Necrolon and could only watch, and the years in the mortal realm passed.....
[Orwell City USA: 1993 A.D.]
A little boy was rushed into a cabinet beneath the sink. "Darryl," the boy's father said while gunshots and sirens were going off nonstop outside. "Stay here, and whatever happens, don't make a sound, and don't move from this spot," he said and shut the doors. Later, there was a crashing noise followed by gunfire. Darryl could hear his mother screaming and pleading until another shot was fired and then it was quiet. There was the sound of shuffling footsteps and he covered his ears and squinted clenched his eyes shut. What seemed like hours passed and Darryl opened the door of the cabinet and crawled out. His father was laying facedown. Darryl stood up and shuffled towards his father. "Daddy?" he said in a small voice. Someone came around the door and all Darryl saw was a bright light. "Echo-Zero niner, we have a survivor," he heard a man's voice. "Poor thing. He's only a kid,"
Darryl was lead outside by a SWAT team, he looked around and sees person-sized bags littering the street with several ambulances and police cars some are being zipped up and others are still open. There were people in them. Darryk was brough before two officers. "There's no next of kin, but he has a confirmed Godfather," one of them said. "Father Gideon Simon, Bishop at the local church," he continues. The other officer lead Darryl to the back of the patrol car, but he hesitated. "It's okay little guy, we have a new home waiting for you," the officer said in a gentle voice. The door closes and the patrol car drives off, with a 3-year-old Darryl Dandridge looking out the window, at the apartment complex that was once his home....
<12 years later>
(Adolecent boy's voice narrating)
"This is Orwell City, pretty much the armpit of the world. You can't even walk two feet without some gang fighting over s--- that isn't theirs and if you're in the way, you're just a moving target. The only people who aren't even touched by these events are the D.A., the Governor, and all the other corporate ass-kissers. My name is Darryl Dandridge and I'm 16 years old. I'm not really alone in this city, I've got friends who help me look after myself. There's Tito, he comes from a Hispanic family, and then there's Mo, he hails from a Middle-Eastern family. What goofballs, but they're my best friends, and they mean well. Anyway the cops always have their hands full, so you can count on them showing up, but by then, you're probably dead. That's pretty much my vague little story, but this is the real beginning...."
(End Narration)
"Alright class, settle down, settle down.....or not," the teacher said and sat at his desk with his class rowdy as usual. "I Know this seems a little sudden, but we have a new student joining us today," he said. "Aw man, another F.N.G. Can you believe that?" a Hispanic boy said. He was sitting next to a boy with shoulder-length brown hair, Darryl. "So who do you think it is this time, Tito? Balck, asian, another foregin ex, student?" Darryl asked Tito. "I don't know, holmes. I just hope it's another chicita. This place is turning into more and more of a sausage festival, eh?" Tito said. "Pleas say hello to..uhh... what's your name again?" the teacher asked the person who walked in.
(Sorry if this was a bit long. This thread is the prequel to my ongoing thread: Lies in Deceptive Shadows. Feel free to to read it if you want to get a better idea of where I want this to go. But feel free to join: only character rule is that you have to be human.)
