Post by wingedwarrior on Aug 3, 2009 2:45:09 GMT -5
The world around the unconscious Daemon had crumbled as God and the Devil fought for Purgatory's riches. It was once a favorable and luscious place--much desired by everyone. The battle raging from both sides caused its deterioration, especially since there was no one to keep order and patrol the area. The citizens and soulless missed The Winged Warrior when he vanished one day. He helped keep order in all the world above, for even God could be as evil as the Devil, and the Devil as compassionate as God.
Daemon shook and shivered as he saw images of his history and past life fall upon him. The memories riveting, filled with animosity, misjudgment, and such throughout all his lives. These memories now being integrated into his own, he, no longer detached from them but living them.
The pendant Daemon delved deep into his skin, started to have a little combustion of colors which sparkled and gleamed. Energy and forces filled the little organ-like thing attached to his body. He too like the pendant, shimmered, the light luminescent like the sun--it engulfed him. And like all things, eventually died down leaving a deposit---a new shiny sword and abilities soon to be revealed...
Slowly, his chest collapsed...
Slowly, he stopped shivering...
Slowly, he opened his eyes....
Now, awakened he stood up....
He looked around, rather baffled and with a banging migraine. All he desired was to go back to Animus and sort everything out, before he would return to rebuild what had been lost.
The new body Daemon wore had characteristics of his old self and The Winged Warrior. He no longer looked like a child and had grown up. He had his old black hair and now grey eyes which occasionally twitched to gold. His built more muscular and lean.
Daemon looked at his new sword, slightly missing his scythe. It was an adjustment he needed to become accustomed to. He muttered a spell that enabled him to travel far distance, that he'd learnt from his new memories, and teleported himself to Animus.
Daemon shook and shivered as he saw images of his history and past life fall upon him. The memories riveting, filled with animosity, misjudgment, and such throughout all his lives. These memories now being integrated into his own, he, no longer detached from them but living them.
The pendant Daemon delved deep into his skin, started to have a little combustion of colors which sparkled and gleamed. Energy and forces filled the little organ-like thing attached to his body. He too like the pendant, shimmered, the light luminescent like the sun--it engulfed him. And like all things, eventually died down leaving a deposit---a new shiny sword and abilities soon to be revealed...
Slowly, his chest collapsed...
Slowly, he stopped shivering...
Slowly, he opened his eyes....
Now, awakened he stood up....
He looked around, rather baffled and with a banging migraine. All he desired was to go back to Animus and sort everything out, before he would return to rebuild what had been lost.
The new body Daemon wore had characteristics of his old self and The Winged Warrior. He no longer looked like a child and had grown up. He had his old black hair and now grey eyes which occasionally twitched to gold. His built more muscular and lean.
Daemon looked at his new sword, slightly missing his scythe. It was an adjustment he needed to become accustomed to. He muttered a spell that enabled him to travel far distance, that he'd learnt from his new memories, and teleported himself to Animus.