#: Unholy Crusade:

[firstmother]

Amidst the clouds in the sky, parted by an eerie light.

The shadows of a single being hovering in the air with a dark eye shedding a red hue down, darkening the ground as if all of the pleasantness are being drained. The figure, resembling one most would recognize at a simple glance. A tainted image of her. Heavenly seraph wings but the other half of them devoid of feathers. An amalgamation of that which is holy and that which is damned, merged into one.

Eyes covered by a crown of thorns, blood from her eyes had gone down from the sockets and solidified on her cheeks halfway down. White scars at her neck and a hole in her chest with a single shining light inside of her seemingly hollow interior.

Without her lips moving, an echoing voice is heard for all of those present.

"Are you prepared? For Father's blessed trial?"

Each of the summoned participants are now suspended around her in a circle, each eye on her form darting between them all as she makes a small wave of her withered hand. Pulling forth two individuals. @flowercrxwned @dick-meister

"Shall we start from the beginning?" She said with the light whisper of her voice that can be heard across the entire room. Letting Adam, and Eve start.

Condition to win: ???

Participants: 2 at a time, everyone else are 'locked'. Locked participants can only watch till either of the ones in the fight taps out with one of their choosing to replace them. All surviving members of the last fights that wants to fight for it.

HP: 20 hits. AC: 16

Abilities: Soul Eye: Judges the Soul of a participant, freezing them in place to be judged. Only usable on dying participants. Live or die, fight again?

Touch of the Decayed: Sets active participants to 20% health.

Gazing Judgement: open eyes locking onto one of the participants, alternating on whom to give disadvantage on their attacks.

Endless Cycles: Avoids the next hit, taken by another cycle.

Father's Blessing: Grants a guaranteed critical hit to a participant on their next attack, guided by Father's will. If they hit.

Complete Unification: ?? (Single use)

[darkseraphscorner]

Seraph lays on his bed, sleeping... What is this angel dreaming of?

Sin? It's possible, many temptations has crossed his path of late....

So what sin is his mind full of?

[dick-meister]

Lying in his bed, for once in a very long time Adam had gotten such a nice sleep. The man was curled in his bedsheets, unknowing of what he had done just yet, how dangerous of a thing he had done and the gift he was given by the Creator himself. Though, with the sun flooding into the room, past the curtains and hitting his eyes, he began to stir and wake.

His eyes open slowly, gold hues hitting his room interior in almost surprise as memories were starting to set in. He could only hope that what he did stopped all this, but seeing as he was back… No, of course it didn’t. Father must have brought him back, that was the only conclusion as to why he was back in Heaven.

Adam couldn’t think too hard, all he knew was that he was incredibly tired and sore. He flops back into bed and sighs, looking at his ceiling.

“I guess five more minutes couldn’t hurt…”

[call-me-enn]

FINALLY I FINISHED THIS I'M SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF IT!!!!

[alteregozowie]

The radio tower's somber silence is interrupted by a spatial rip, a jagged green portal sears across the wall. Many eyes were behind the tear's darkness, glowing, itching to climb out and onto the tower's floors.

But only one pair of reddish pink orbs walked through, with a hum of a tune and a twirling crackle of his microphone cane. The portal sealed itself behind him almost like a zipper, as they heard the disappointing shrieks of those who couldn't join him being swallowed up as it closed.

"A little tidier than my own, how utterly boring," as the very familiar figure gazed over his surroundings. "Where's the character? Where's the pizazz!?"

With a flick of his ear, he turned to look at his soon to be opponents, that signature yellowed grin widening.

"Well, well! At least my opponent has some class, if only in a physical sense," he said, looking over his striking resemblance. He gave him a sneer, then changed that tune once he saw Rosie.

"My dear, how unfortunate for you to be caught up in all of this. It breaks my heart," and he puts his hand over his chest in his theatrics. "And how truly unfortunate that I be the one that could end it all."

Then he laughed, the radio feedback more apparent now.

"I must admit, even I didn't know what would become of our 'happy' couple. I was getting worried that I'd be left out in all the fun!"

He tapped on his microphone, and they watched as his antlers grow double in size, followed by sickening cracking sounds as he twisted and contorted into the eldritch horror that they saw before them.

"So let's not waste any more time and get started...."

.̷̨̣̟̲̳̑̓̏̓.̸̗̳̝̫̮̼̫͐̈́̿̌͠.̸̨̱̜̼͖̫̻͖́̀͛͜͠.̷̳̓́̓̏̈̓̌̐͋̚.̵̱͓̈́̉̃̀̑̈̏͜͝s̴̪̠̀̎͂̊͊̊͛̑h̸̨̤̰͎̘̥̫̓̉̿͗̍̓̑̄ą̸̝̖̹̭̥̜͖̭͕̆͒̍̄̀l̸͚͕̼̹̟͖̰̦̕l̴̘̀̏̎̽̈́̃́̈ ̸̹̫̪̺͌̓ẉ̶̊e̵̠̺̱͌͋̎́̏̈̕͠?̵̜̩̣̈́͆́

@radioiaci @cannibalxroses

[hells-greatestdad]

Cont'd @hells-sirenqueen

The giggling is contagious, he hardly manages to avoid it as he picks her up. Especially not when he actually has her in his hold. The giggles die out, but his soft smile does not. It's hard to think of anything else right now aside from the fact that he loves this woman dearly.

He starts out to make the way from their bedroom to the dining table.

[hxly-fxther]

The clock tower in Heaven. The hands meet each other at the top of the hour and when they do, the gears within the tower begin to turn, a mechanical sound of metal and pistons silently heard by all the Exorcists that have surrounded the structure until the bells begin to toll.

Everyone can hear it. No matter where they may be. Heaven. Hell. Purgatory. Earth. It is the final tolling of the bells, their pitch starting high then growing deeper, lower, until it sounds like horns. The tower begins to shimmer and crack, its surface decaying as if time had passed a hundred years until eventually it shatters into nothing but a large, white portal with a deep purple rim. The sound of galloping, Heaven shakes with each step and finally out from that portal comes a horse head, its mouth agape with skin seemingly trying to keep the maw closed and stretching in such a horrible way it is almost hard to look at.

As it begins to leave the portal, it can be seen that the ribs of the horse is exposed, its bones are black and gruesomely attached to its back is a rider, fused with the body of the horse. Its jaw unhinged and opened with deep black eye sockets. An arm dangles at its side awkwardly almost seemingly broken, its other arm is extended longer than the other as if pulled and formed to be so. Where a hand would be, instead a scythe. And it lets out a mighty, unnatural and haunting roar before beginning a path of destruction throughout the main square of Heaven! Swinging its Scythe arm, trampling those who weren’t ready for such a terrifying Beast!

You are now looking at the Horseman of the End

Requirements to defeat: 1 Hellborn 2 Heavenborn

Character slots: 4-5

[hells-sirenqueen]

Today was a stressful day. She was beyond nervous about what Belphegor would find once she was checked out. Knowing that she would need to be checked in various ways, Lilith made sure that she was wearing a flowing purple dress that had sleeves. Very little make up was added to her appearance this morning. She had a feeling that there were bound to be tears today.

Lilith was already starting to feel knots in the pit of her stomach. She hated the feel of anxiety. As Queen, she preferred to be in control of things around her. So, when she couldn't even control the way her own body felt, it was frustrating.

Glancing over her shoulder, Lilith looked for her beloved from her vanity, "Are you just about ready to head out, my love?"

ll @hells-greatestdad ll

[themosthatedbeingg]

A King has come, his will be done|| Closed rp - @hells-sirenqueen

He had fallen asleep in the barracks but he that’s not where he woke up, thinking of about his beloved her arms around him , he started to drift back to her , back to her web and into her claws yet again.

Only this time he would not be here as a mere visitor , no he had made his choice , he had chosen her , his beloved , his Lilith.

Opening his eyes and hummed softy, “mmh Lilth ?”he had nothing but pure love in his eyes for the woman before him.

[makuta-kotok]

Ideas for Narinder and The Bishops in my take on The Goat’s universe: Crusade of The Goat.

Leshy The Worm -> Balor The Badger : Stoic God of Law and Trade

Heket The Toad -> Thof The Crane : Whimsical God of Song and Scribes

Kallamar The Squid -> Karkharodo The Shark : Lone Goddess of Combat and The Hunt

Shamura The Spider -> Cephas The Monkey : Wily God of Art and Construction

Narinder The Cat -> Ragnyi The Wolf : Wayward God of Love and Fertility

[domjordanillustration]

unholy crusader

[fxiled-fxithful]

Feather fall white snowflakes slowly start to cover the Ring of Greed. Death has come for the arrogance that defied the word of God.

Within the pale green sky, a bright white blinding light cracks through like frozen water bending and breaking from far too much pressure. One, two, three - The sky opens up to a holy light. Slowly descending from the crack above was none other than the God sent Angel of Massacre. Her feathered wingspan opened wide behind her as her hands were folded within one another. She allowed the heavenly light to guide her mid way, eyes slowly opening as she glared down at the Ring of Greed.

Heretics. Heathens, the lot of them.

They deserve to be punished for banishing the aid of God in their hour of need. Greed shall feel the wrath of God.

"RING OF GREED! YOUR LEADER HAS CONDEMNED YOUR LIVES TO DEATH. FOR DECLINING GOD'S OFFER TO SLAY A BEAST IN YOUR FAVOR, HE MERELY ASKED BUT A SMALL PRICE OF HIS WEALTH. REFUSING TO GIVE CHARITY, YOU SHALL ALL SUFFER AT THE HANDS OF HIS FAITHFUL SERVANT!"

Releasing her clasped hands, she held her arms opened, a black portal slowly starting to form behind her. It seems she was going to bring some company to Greed.

Are you prepared?

Battle requirements - 2-3: Participants. - At least 2 sins.

[ @unhinged-greed ]

[mages-pandoras-box]

As soon as Philza could portal to his kingdom, he collapsed onto his hands and knees on the grass. His body trembled, and everything hurt—his head, his heart, his soul.

Why…?

The storm that plagued Hell now rages in his skies, scaring his crows and causing the mobs to scatter.

Why!?

The ground trembled with Philza's breath as the angel started to snap. Everything he'd kept inside for the last 5,000 or so years came rushing to the surface. All the repressed pain and torment by the hands of Heaven, the stress put on him after Lucifer's fall. The weight of every soul he's erased.

WHY!?

Killing leaves a mark on the soul. For mortals, it's barely noticeable until they get to Hell. But for some angels who Self-Actualize, the mark can be represented on their person.

Philza was panting, tears flooding his eyes. He couldn't breathe. Something was creeping up inside him - his guilt, his pain, his anger - the marks on his soul - his corruption.

His brother is dead.

He screams, and the kingdom seems to implode. The storm turns into a typhoon, destroying parts of his land—ripping up trees, taking out buildings, and flooding the land.

"̶͕̠̜̬̑̌̚W̷̻͖̤͍͆̂̿̈́Ẃ̵͎͂̕W̸͕̻̓W̵̙̓̈̾H̶̻̅̈H̴̫̦̥͒̄̄Ḧ̸͇̱́̽́̐H̷̝̠̤̙͝H̸͓̞̠̠̎H̶̼̔͑̾H̵̻̉͛̃ͅH̴̗͎̳̍̈́͜H̶͓̱̅̌̅Y̸̤̹͌Y̵̳͔̦̠͌Ỷ̵͉̗̯͋͊͌Y̸͚̳͒͛̇Y̵͔̍Ý̶͕̩̲͖Y̴͍͂̏Y̵̜̬͠Y̴̩̒Y̵̫̯͐Y̸͈̞̹̌͒̐̒ͅY̸̲̆̓͠ͅ!̸̱͠!̴̛̰̞̺͒͋̔ͅ!̵̥͓̄̈̍?̵̟̝͔͖̃̈́̋͝?̷̨̜̂͝?̴̜̻̝͗̄͝"̸̪̦̊

@fxiled-fxithful

[alteregozowie]

He always knew God had forsaken him already, but this was ridiculous.

[hells-greatestdad]

cont'd @hellsirenqueen

Even if Lilith tried to hide it, he noticed something was off. After thousands of years living with one another, her mannerisms and all were just so familiar... Lucifer could pick up when something was off.

And it seemed in this case, something was very off. He's.... trying not to think about that too hard, even while he is attempting to comfort her. Let's not make assumptions.... especially when those assumptions involve things that are worst case scenarios. However likely said scenarios may be right now

But then his worst fear in this case is confirmed... he freezes.

When God had appeared to him a few days ago? Lucifer had all but collapsed from his own fear. He had been, in a word, a wreck the rest of the day, being visibly stressed as he tried and failed to go about his daily tasks and needing comfort from his wife and Adam.

In this case... yes, there's fear. But there's also anger. He can feel it bubbling in his chest, threatening to come out.... though, there's no target here. God clearly isn't in the room right now.... or, if he is, he's not showing himself.

Letting out a deep breath with a hint of an animalistic growl behind it, Lucifer finally speaks.

"So, he's definitely planning something...." He stops at his words, letting them die before he can say anything else along those lines. She's clearly stressed, he doesn't want to make it worse.... yes, they need to plan, to act. But....

"Lily.... take a break. Please? At least a few moments to calm down?"

They'd figure this out together. Lilith wasn't going to be dealing with it alone - he'd see to that.

[heaven-said]

@brokendreamscreation @king-of-wrath

The sun is just below the horizon line. And beneath your feet is absolutely nothing but clouds as far in every direction as the eye can see. It takes an angel's lineage to walk on these clouds, anything else would plummet into the abyss below once they were summoned here. Rest assured your challenger knew he was to be fighting... family. Two very different siblings though they may be.

For a moment you are left in the utter silence of these cotton ball formations, pure and white, all seeming to swirl around that rising sun as if drawing your eyeline to it. But the second the dawn breaks, the clouds begin to darken.

" Since the beginning... I was fated to slay thee, my brothers. This calling shall be no different. " His voice is in the very thunder beginning to spark through the clouds, bounce around all around them, from cloud to cloud. Resigned but ready.

" In MY time... I was the one who played the song of Armageddon and heralded the Rapture. And we prevailed. For the Dragon of Hell hath been slain. As well as... those who followed him. But, amidst what should be joy is still mourning, for there was not a soul in Heaven nor Hell with the unyielding will needed to change the tides of fate... " For a moment, the thunder dies down, even as his voice grows more mired in emotion. And then-- resolute.

" So I look for it in you. " Thunder. Deafeningly loud and bright enough to blind were they not used to the unnatural light of angels. Finally, the archangel manifests in his tangible form, levitating high above the center of their arena here in the clouds. But when the light fades his wings are not their usual powder blue but burning gold, his halo in flames.

" By the prayer i was named-- I get my strength from the Father! But you-- you shall get your strength from nothing but your own determination! " His twin blades are drawn, the gold one pointed to his new enemies, taunting them forward. " Come on, then, brothers! Let us see if you have the resolve to defy the Will of God! "

ARCHANGEL GABRIEL Will of God. Lord of Powers. Hot blooded gay dad from the multiverse.