#V; Unholy Crusade

[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…”

[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.

[themosthatedbeingg]

{Oh Father, oh Father,

Oh Father,

My Father, —-well I am ready, won't you let it begin ;

cause I am here now •

I want to dance

in the mighty palm of your hand}

Your hand.

A star fallen is caught and saved by the father’s bloody and gentle palm, the heavens quiver as all is put to right .. all is as it should be.. a patch up,

Stitching the night sky ,

The dawn grows to see another day, the hands of the elder siblings keep the star in place its wild abandon subdued and its brightness shines anew ~

The star of new chances, the star that shines brightest before Dawn .

The light burning and cold and Glorious, burning away the darkness and those who dare to take it from its place in the sky .

The star of retribution, of redemption, of righteousness .

Father’s forgiveness and anger mixed into one ;

The prodigal son , the first dreamer, the wild warrior of his father’s domain.

The Morningstar appears .

——————

The portal opens in front of the Palace, Holy light spills forth, along with a heavy mist , like the fog in the morning, distorting the shadows as the being makes it entrance at first it looks many headed and winged a swirling of shadows in the fog that makes no sense , to stare at it too long would invite madness , before it condenses into one shape , one person steps out, the form is takes seems to be struggling to contain it all.

The son of the morning , Father’s favorite, youngest of the Archangel but all the more powerful just the same ,

Lucifer Haliel Morningstar stood before them looking down at the disgusting pit before him, He shook his head , yes his reality sadly got destroyed by his beloved and all knowing father but surely his being saved from this mess was better then falling ? { he made the right choice he knew he did}

No matter he was here to give out his father’s wrath and retribution , as a good Loyal ( subdued) Son should .

Golden eyes with cross pupils took in Lilith , all six wings quivering with the urge to take him into the air , his top hat halo glowing brightly against red sky , this should be easy enough perhaps Michale and Him could have a friendly wager on who killed the most heretics and disgusting sinners today .

Opening his mouth in a way that seemed he was Trying not to rip apart his very face with how carefully he moved he spoke— “I denounce you harlot , tempter , betrayer of farther’s most glorious plan and all your ways she-devil~” his voice it was polyphonic with a hint of Enochian, the opposite of the demonic hint in his fallen counterparts voice .

To think some cycle of him actually married this being let alone have children with her .. or well in this case , Had a child~ .

@hells-sirenqueen

[dick-meister]

The absolute deconstruction of Adam’s mental in UC verse has me feeling a bunch of ways.

Like, he started out hopeful, trying his hardest to work things out with Lucifer and Lilith and actually did! They were having a good bit of fun and at one point Lucifer started to catch the tiniest bit of feelings for Adam. He talked to Roo for the first time in a long time to which he made amends for things between them as well.

Feeling good and having trust in them, Adam was fully prepared to go and talk to Sera and get an audience for all of them to talk about G’s plans but funnily enough, Adam’s own superior wouldn’t hear him out and locked him away for an amount of time he wasn’t even sure of. There he was bombarded by memories of himself and of Eve that tortured him pretty much.

At the time, he was feeling like the people of Hell were a lot better than those in Heaven only on the sheer fact that they listened to him and would listen to him. However after being broken out of the white room, everything changed dramatically. Lilith approaching Adam and trying to get him angry just so he could kill her in said anger, while around Lucifer, messed him up on the inside. He knew she was right on some levels but how it was done was just… wrong and left him literally beaten and half dead. Where else was he supposed to go after that but home?

Home, where he was now a fugitive if spotted by anyone who worked for the council as Sera had never allowed him to leave the White Room and if found, he would have been sentenced to fall. Only to just… lie on the ground for a day, bleeding and being alone up until Charlie was ported to him by G himself as a test to see if Charlie would finish him off right then and there. The sad thing is, looking back on it now, Adam would have preferred her to do so.

There was a bit of regained hope for him at that time, talking to Charlie and taking care of her made him feel a little better in a way that he wasn’t so alone. But there was a growing feeling of abandonment that was quickly getting bigger and bigger.

Eventually, Charlie leaves back to Hell, Lute tells him of Sera wanting to summon him after an accidental slip of the tongue and they ditch to Hell together. At least at the Hotel he got some time to rest, however that wouldn’t take long to be disrupted, learning of Charlie’s death, then having to fight Charbringer and eventually give up fighting her knowing that it was wrong to do so and he died.

Adam still remembers feeling the pain of death, being dead and his soul slipping away. Even though, somehow it was reverted and Lute took his place in his stead to which he had to watch Lute die, and then watch Charlie die in his arms…

After that, he buried Lute and just gave up. Adam went home and felt nothing. He’s lost so much and when looking around himself for who he had, who was he supposed to go to for help? He didn’t view himself as anything but a joke to everyone, someone to pin blame to, someone to leave in the background. Of course Angela tried to console him, but he wanted people who knew him to help him, love him, because those who don’t know him say the wrong things, make assumptions and cause him to feel even more lonely and wrong.

His mentality at this point was so shattered that when Eve, who is absolutely alive, showed up. He thought she was just a figment of his imagination, more White Room BS who helped a little but once he left to see Emily and found out that Sera had passed in battle, he found that he really couldn’t feel anything towards it. He felt bad for Emily, but the feelings of it was all light and on the surface.

Once he got home, that’s when he made the decision, if he was doomed to be nothing more than a after thought then he would just go back to being the villain he once pushed himself past. It’s the only way he knew how to cope and it’s not like anyone was coming around to help him anyways, it was either the mask or lay on the floor until the Cycle ended and he couldn’t sit back and do that.

He’s come full circle, and that’s really sad but also an incredibly interesting character ‘development’ that’s happened over time. I thought Adam would end up being a hero through this story, showing off bravery, selflessness and care but… this has all gone so against him that he just can’t feel those things anymore or much of anything.

UC is…. Not great for Adam lol

[hxly-fxther]

The creature was being pelted with hits, over and over, one leg getting hit hard, a decimation of the core piece, a arrow inside of its skin, a roar as it tried to kick up, trying to get out of the mess of creatures around it. Its body began to expand, puff up as its anger grew. Lights began to glow in the eyeless sockets of the riders eyes. It screeches, kicks, bloats and fights.

It would have been able to if not for the newcomer that swooped in from nowhere, being the last bit of strength needed to bind it in place as golden chains lift, wrapping around its form and being teleported out and into the white room with the princess still attached to it where it would continue that bloat.

Now in the forever white void, there it would be safe for it leak the such a strange and unknown energy. Its skin cracked showing a feint purple light that struggled to shine through. Another crack, a tare until the form of this monster couldn’t take it anymore.

Then. An explosion. Inescapable. Pure destruction. Its life was taken.

And so was the Princesses own, who had sacrificed herself to stop the destruction of Heaven entirely.

@dick-meister || @tocliimb || @brokendreamscreation || @darkseraphscorner || @high-seraphims

The creature held firm, the rider on the horses back groaning in such a tone it would send chills down the spines of those with a great heart and cause the weakest to cower. Spectral swords slammed into its body, the energy of the light disappearing almost instantly upon impact and another strike grazes its armor and a arrow flies and fails to miss its target.

From under the beast however, Spikes made of shadow raise and pierce its underbelly. The horseman tried to rear its front feet up with the pain that was delt but those spikes kept it locked on the ground while the Angels with hammers and shields began their assault on the Colossi's legs. What Seraph could see when striking one of those legs and tearing open a wound, would be a round dark blue glass orb and the skin of the creature would close up once more.

A roar, one that was loud enough to give everyone pause to cover their ears, everyone but Roo unfortunately. As the sound hits her ears, it feels as though the vibrations reverberate through her head, knocking her brain around ever so slightly. A subtle change, when her eyes open once more, she looks at the Beast, then looks at the Angel's around her and remembers... She was helping this Beast destroy heaven!

That's when she could hear the voice of the creature, perfectly, plain and clear.

"The Seraphim... Go... Fight..."

The horseman raises its Scythe arm and swings, a loud frustrated yell comes from the horses mouth followed by the man attached to its back upon only hitting buildings and walls. It is getting angrier...

@high-seraphims || @dick-meister || @tocliimb || @brokendreamscreation || @darkseraphscorner

[themosthatedbeingg]

The next thing you see is white, you know you’re alive but you find that you cannot move or talk. How strange, at one moment you were fighting and another you’re here. It is strangely calm, even when The Wrathful One appears before you. All you feel is calm. Do you find that strange as much as I? Lucifer, is there something buried deep down within you that wishes for rest? Have you fooled yourself that you are, in fact, deceased?

No. And once you realize, the worry and fear begin to settle in once more as you recall how what had got you here in the first place and how very real it was. It is not over and The Wrathful One speaks.

“Lucifer, Samael, husband, father… However it is you want to be addressed. Never had one so much as yourself pined for attention, the need to belong some where, so quick were you to jump at the chance to be a father to a Charlie that didn’t even belong to you. Or, to see the False Queen and fool yourself that she isn’t just using you. Your wish to be the best is derived from a longing to be accepted and hungrily you take what you can get, over and over again. And in doing so, look where it had gotten you.”

Father takes the form of Lilith, Lucifer’s Lilith, though he makes no attempts to mimic her as he continues his speech.

“How easy it was to manipulate you.”

Then another form, Michael. “To control you.”

Alastor “To pine for you.”

Before finally changing back to his normal form all together.

“You have been judged, and your punishment will only be fitting for you.”

Before Lucifer, two buildings appear, the oh so beloved Applebees and the other, a familiar palace belonging to his ‘beloved.’ Inside… Everyone he called family. The Applebees had everyone who he would expect to be there, Charlie talking to Cain, Chris cooking in the kitchen, Michael waiting for time to pass in a booth while Alastor and Adam took up a small food fight. For what reason? It didn’t matter. What did matter was when Lucifer entered, no one would acknowledge him, no one would see him, it was as if he were a ghost, forced to watch his ‘family’ live on as if he never existed.

And in the palace? Much the same. His beloved Lilith, holding their child, passing the days without him, alone. He was not able to touch them and no matter how loud he would scream or beg, his words would never reach.

This is what happens when one so Greedy looses it all.

The choice becomes clear to him, outlast the pain of being left behind or succumb to the insanity of being unheard. The choice is yours and time ticks ever on forever here in this personal void of yours.

There was a comfort in just being for a brief moment , he couldn’t move he couldn’t scream and yet the sense of calm of peace was a welcomed one no matter how short .

And then his father showed up, the one he chose to obey instead of Defy .. and yet part of him wondered if defying was simply obeying him in another way, it seemed so with all the cycles he’s seen all the other hims that have met their end either at the end of his brother’s blade or to one of father’s monsters or simply just didn’t survive the fall.

He wouldn’t dare question this outloud his father surely worked in mysterious ways and there was a reason neither staying or falling worked out for any cycle . Surely once they found out what was the answer the nagging regret and doubt would cease in his mind .

Perhaps that’s why he had been greedy , he felt out of place , not falling didn’t change things and falling clearly didn’t he wasn’t sure where he stood with anyone , his brother had to kill other versions of himself constantly had to endure this everyday, he never had a Charlie and yet he carried the guilt of not being there for Harbringer Charlie ate at him, so much so it blinded him to what she really needed .

He was so desperate to fill a void to be useful to not be left behind to not end up discarded like his other selves it ate at him and ate at him till he was clinging to anything that would give him attention to anything to make himself different from the multitudes of himselfs from being the enemy , from being the reason for so much disappointment he didn’t care where it was from.

He flinched as his father echoed his thoughts by shifting into the people he loved the most and admitting what he always knew , deep down, deep deep down, Lilith was just using him, his brother .. only ever wanted to control him to keep him in this place , Alastor — that was one was new … he was pining for him??

He wished he could have seen them all one more time to really talk to them , and apologize for everything—

He blinked as he was suddenly in front of his home … hearing their voices his heart swelled … only to shatter as he realized what was happening … he was being left behind .

He was forgotten… no matter how much he yelled or tried to get their attention nothing could be done .

This .. this was hell.. seeing his family move on without him.. watching them do their thing , being happy , all without him .

It hurt .. it hurt it hurt , it shattered something inside of himself , he doesn’t know how long he stayed his voice gone from crying , his throat raw and bleeding from screaming , anything to be heard to be seen to not be forgotten .

What a fitting punishment .. what a fitting end to someone so selfish so greedy , he could feel himself break as time both went on and remained still .

He was succumbing — he was sinking into the insanity of it all—- and yet just like his unfalling the last minute save, as he was spiraling he caught sight of something , Chris was cooking as usual but the technique he was using, it was one Lucifer had taught him. He didn’t think the other would have remembered .

Slowly pulling himself from the corner he had fallen into he took a moment to breathe and really look around .

The Applebees was a place he thought up so everyone could be together , the kitchen was his safe place where he could make things for people to remember him by .. even if it’s just the memory of a good meal.

He had wanted to give Charlie a safe place to just eat and relax even if he messed that up too.

His brother a place that wasn’t constantly a reminder of war ,

Lilith .. he wanted to make it up to her to share his regret that they never could make up, even as she killed him, used him, tore his trust over and over by putting him in danger with her own actions . He still wanted to make things right to have some form of love that he’s seen everyone else get.

He was greedy but at least he was being remembered and In a way he did it, She had a way out of her void despite everything.

And Alastor he wanted to make him feel welcomed to give him a place to stay among unfamiliar people, he didn’t want him to feel what he felt daily and now he had a family and home .

Oh how foolish he had been looking for validation for attention for a place to belong when he had it all along .

This was his punishment and he accepted it , he accepted the insanity of being alone , this was fine , his family was thriving his beloved had a wonderful son, a piece of him even if she couldn’t see him.

This Gave him a strength he thought he lost , even if they left him behind for good , they would have little pieces of him and that .. that had to be enough .

If this what was needed for them to be happy he could endure the pain for as long as he could .

“I know none of you can hear me , or see me, but I can see each and everyone of you—-“ his voice was rough and fading. Vocal chords raw and rusty .

“I’m so sorry for being to blinded by greed by my fear of being cast out that I missed what you all have done for me.. I’m so happy to have met each and everyone one of you.. I’m so proud of all of you , Charlie you’re my best friend , I’m sorry I almost lost that , Chris you deserve to be head chef I’m glad I’m able to see you,

Alastor .. you were always there for me, always willing to talk to me I didn’t know how you felt about me, I wish I had known .. maybe I wouldn’t have gone back to her so fast .. I hope you find someone when this is over if im not there with you .. you deserve it.”

To his brother he stares at him unsure of what to say at first his throat hurts so bad.. even though he couldn’t touch him, he still tries to reach out just like when he was younger and tugging on the back of his shirt . His hand slips through as it has done for ages here. “Michael I .. you’ve been through so much I know that, but I’m not going to lie watching you kill me over and over .. Even if they aren’t me it hurt I was always scared of you in some sense .. “ he sighed . “Maybe that’s why I let you just order me around keep me in line even when I wanted to speak out , I wanted your approval the most .. to know I want a fluke , that I wouldn’t have to watch my back around you..” this is the most he’s talked in years.

“But i don’t think that’s what I really wanted .. I think honestly I just wanted to say I love you .. and to hear it back.. but .. I wasn’t good at saying it.. and now you can’t even hear me .. so I hope my actions spoke It for me.. I hope you and Sera find that happiness , and you get your rest you deserve it Brother , I’m no longer afraid of you, I see now .. I never had to be .” He wasn’t sure why he was talking when they couldn’t hear him but it felt right.

He saw Charlie and Razzle and felt his throat choke up with a pain , he owed her an apology the most. “Charlie .. what you went though was horrible .. it was the onetime my brother wasn’t there … but I was and I couldn’t stop it, I felt so guilty Even when I had to fight you I wish I didn’t .. I had never wanted to die so badly then, and then when you joined us.. I just wanted to make things right to find my place by your side I tried to fill in a place not made for me, and I’m sorry .. I’m so sorry , I see that now I should have treated you as a friend and I would have found my place sooner, I hope you have peace and I hope you an Cain are happy together with or without me “

The scene changed As he made his way to the palace . To his Lilith and their son , he could feel his heart ache a phantom pain of being stabbed through the chest , “Lilith … I let you manipulate me ever since we met .. I let my love and my desperation to be in your life cloud my judgment of you.. but I don’t resent you .. this is my fault .. I will always love you … even if you don’t feel the same , even when you got me killed, I still loved you , I love your spirit your smile your cunningness even when it was turned against me. I’m sorry I hurt you that day, I’m sorry we couldn’t find the compromise the unity we needed , I don’t know what’s in the future For us , I don’t know if it’s better If we are apart for now or together , especially after what happened earlier .

But I want you to find happiness even if it’s not with me “

He would endure this , this pain would be ever lasting but his family is alive that’s better then grasping for attention . He could let go of his need for a place to belong for attention if it ment his family was happy .

He would be unselfish that way.

“Whatever happens next im ready I deserved this and that’s ok , I just want them to be ok, “

[dick-meister]

“Oh! Am I gonna be graced by the big man on top? Shall I cuppeth his balls when he arrives????? Allow me to grovel before you oh grand savior of human kind?? Destroyer of cycles? Hath thou become death???”

[themosthatedbeingg]

How could you stab an innocent woman like that, Lucifer???

“IT WAS A TYPO I MENT STAN I SWEAR TO FATHER I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT !!

[dick-meister]

@tocliimb

This was… a strange delusion if it were one. Roo, Lilith, Emily and Lucifer. When Roo’s voice catches his ears he lands beside her, looking at the other three who seemed preoccupied with Lilith seemingly… Damaged? Hurt? What the Hell was this supposed to be.

He looked to Roo, and really looked at her. “Is… this real?” It was so hard to make out what was real or not. At any moment this diorama of characters could change into something completely different or even worse, everyone here meant something to him in a big way but having them together seemed… Weird.

Well, there was a couple ways he could figure this out and with how much his mental state had been beaten and broken down in here, who cared what he did? His hand reaches out and… Grabs Roo’s chest.

@hells-sirenqueen || @high-seraphims || @hells-greatestdad

@hells-sirenqueen

One moment she had been pressed against the wall-- The next she had been transported elsewhere. A room of pure white that seemed to stretch on forever. No walls visible-- And it was only a matter of time before the others were sent here as well.

As expected, Lucifer's attention was on Lilith-- She had been knocked out, after all. His concern was understood-- There was a time when Adam would have held her much the same way.

" She isn't hurt too badly, is she? " It was better to voice some concern than none at all. Adam was her top priority, of course-- But she wasn't unconcerned with Lilith's well-being.

She surveys their surroundings, not wishing to wander too far from those she is familiar with. While they need to look for Adam, it seems as though this vast space was easy to get lost in--

But movement would catch her eye, familiar golden wings against the white... everything. " Adam! We're down here! "

@hells-greatestdad @high-seraphims @dick-meister

[dick-meister]

“Ha! Lute can you believe this bit-…”

“….”

“…Right.”

[themosthatedbeingg]

No fair … he wants head pats .

[dick-meister]

"I am so sick of hearing that over and over! When someone's agonizing do you tell them their grief isn't worth shit?! That how they grieve sucks balls and they should get over it because 'Others don't like it'?! Fuck that, I'm a fucking circus to these fucks and it's obvious they're enjoying the show! So you know what!? I got a finale for them!"

Adam's wings spread and he launches himself at Father.

@fxiled-fxithful || @hxly-fxther

Nothing could prepare him for how powerful this woman was. Had she been holding herself back all this time? It’s only natural that Adam would be the one could piss this Angel off. After all, that’s just who he was.

“Come on you fucking Cunt! Bring i-“

SLAM!

Instantly that mask cracks and breaks, a corner of it shattering from the blow. The force of which sends him tumbling back, the momentum only stopping as he drove Sworn Oath into the ground to stop him. A growl leaves him along with a shaken breath. The sword glows and a demon is summoned, a weaker type that stands at the ready to aid him…

Only to be cut open from its belly up, the blood that gushed out of its body splatters all over the armor worn by Adam, healing his wounds slightly. When he got to his feet, a yellow light comes from his hand, another heal as he touches it to his chest.

“Pursue a woman, I get yelled at. Don’t purse a woman, I get yelled at. Come on, I know I’m a pariah, you fucks need to find better material. Tell me something I don’t know. Cause let me tell you, I’m getting real fucking tired of hearing the same shit over and over!”

He readies himself, that smirk still heavy on his features.

“Your holier than thou fucking attitude disgusts me. You claim to be on our side but any moment big guy in the sky says to fucking stop, you’ll stop. How in the hell does that mean you’re on our side?! You’re just as big a hypocrite as he is!”

[dick-meister]

Charlotte, Harbinger of Vengeance non-chalantly, but swiftly kicks the door to Adam's place open. She was wearing wide-lwgged pants, a novelty hoodie with the hood up, sunglasses, and a medical mask to hide her face. This was probably the most suspicious "disguise" in history, but Charlie's main concern was more in just to not be recognized as herself. After all, this cycle's version of her was dead. Besides, she went straight to Adam's home rather than try to run around all over Heaven.

"Hey, Fuck Face! You in here?"

The sudden kicking in his door startled the man who was enjoying some down time, playing on Charlies guitar and when disturbed so rudely, regardless of whose voice it was, Adam jumped to his feet and yelled "What the fuck, Charlie?! It's called knock-!"

He stopped, his eyes growing wide in even more shock and surprise as who stood at his door way was none other than Charlie herself. Well... The Harbinger Charlie. Even his words had caught who it was before his mind really could set in who it was standing there.

Sporting a... Fuck was that a disguise? Or was she having a lazy day? Baggy clothes, a hoody that looked like something he himself would send to someone in need of a good word and a mask on her face. Adam blinks a couple of times before a wide smile comes to his face.

Elation. Adam sets the guitar down and moves over to her. "Hey! Holy fuck! It's nice to see you again! You're not here to kill me right?? I passed that dumb test!" There was no holding this man back, coming off the high of being recently married and being a little lonely since Lute left, Adam was quick to wrap her in a tight hug. "Fuck! I thought I'd never see you again!"

[themosthatedbeingg]

{ Through fire may you be purified}

[themosthatedbeingg]

Luci grins , teeth still sharp despite being angelic , his Halo glowing brightly , “children are a gift~ regardless on which side they fall, make sure she takes care of this one, and sits out this fight .. it won’t be easy or pretty , I say this not to antagonize you but to prepare you”

He nods his head to him as he takes the feather, “I won’t be able to stay for long to help you but I will make the most of my time there to help you , I’ll be praying for you two, make sure you survive to see this child”

He’ll be needing to leave soon, he’s left his home for too long .

“Give Lilith my apologies and my regards, that child of hers will be adorable I know it~” he winked at him and started to fade away.

( Divine Lucifer )

He had to make one more stop before heading back to his realm, granted this may or may not go well buut for the sake of unity he will try , also he wanted to see how the mother and unborn were doing !

With a swirl of holy magic tainted with demonic he appeared in the Hosptial and looked around “huh not a bad set up..very clean “ he remarked and made his way down the hall .

“All right they should beeee ah! Here! — ok Luce you got this . Be confident .. maybe apologize ? And be sincere!”

“Guessss who’s back!~”

@hells-sirenqueen

At the voice Lucifer practically whips around, already on edge. The voice sounds so much like his own, and he only knows of one such being:

The other Lucifer his wife had spoken of that hadn't fallen in some other "cycle"

There's a low growl in his throat, and he very quickly marches towards the other, shoving him forward aggressively and making sure the door shuts behind him - which in his haste to get the unfallen angel out of here and away from his wife ends up being a slam

In the next brief moment, he has his unfallen self backed against the opposite wall, forearm pressed against his throat as he grips at Divine Lucifer's arm in a deathly tight hold

"The hell do you want"

Of course, Lucifer is in demonic form unbidden, which is a form very much responsive to one's emotional state, as a result his voice has an underlying demonic growl. He's trying not to shout, somehow even in the heat of the moment keeping in mind the location and also the fact that he doesn't want to frighten Lilith any more than is necessary here.

[originemesis]

There's a storm on the horizon of hellscape just north of the Manor Ars Goetia, brewing with periodic as they were belligerent blasts of what one could only assume to be heavy winds raging just outside the garden gates if viewed from the creature comforts of a study's shelter against the unholy crusade that raged beyond its rococo rendition of fortified walls. Metal bars rattled with the impatience of a prisoner waiting to be let free of their enclosure- to storm the palace and pluck the haughty out of the hunkered down as if they were truly safe behind a blind eye turned. It wouldn't remain turned for long, of course unless of course every window along the stretch of the manor's upper floors shattering simultaneously was a normal affair for its inhabitants. In a sonic boom of brandished bass that made thunder itself sound like a newborn's mewl, the mansion rattles in its bones.

"When the world has screwed you ~ and crushed you in its fist..." A disembodied musing on high within the electrized billows of black clouds serves as a temporary point of reason without an otherwise unreasonable force of nature. One that wastes little time with the pleasantries of knocking to ask if the heathens within knew their Lord and Savior. No, there were other practical ways in flushing out a chicken coop, and it didn't involve playing petty politics- not this time. "When the way you're treated has got you good and PISSED." Another wave of foundationally dismantling energy wipes out the bottom layer of manor windows as if the source of its fury couldn't fathom the idea of leaving anyone currently within the house divided out of this little bonding experience...in dying together, of course!

"There's been one solution ~ since the world began." And wouldn't he know that better than anyone? He'd been there since the very beginning of fucking Earth, after all. "Don't just SIT AND TAKE IT-" A flap of wings the span of the last supper's table follow him out of the clouds on the tail end of a lightning strike that beelines for the manor, cutting off all light within in an instant.

Panic, little feathery fucks- panic and fly up to fry with the rest of this shithole of a universe.

A crass cackle culminates over the axe clasped within wicked talons and its with a sharp strum downwards does the energy behind the string's vibrations catch the booming of his core for a soul like a spark to a gas leak.

"STICK IT TO THE MANNNNNNN-" Boom.

At least that's what sound he imagines the manor's roof makes when he rips it off the top of the top floor like a rotting scab to fling aside and expose the Goetian lord in his study room- yeah 'studying'... how to take a heaven-sent DICKING.

"Well, well, well! Looks like you hooting whores fucked up your negotiations!" Floating back with several heavy flaps, he positions himself behind the subtle swirl of a newborn twister- its form little more than loose pieces of the manor gathered thus far and the faint stirring of sound waves the incessant pulse of his inner amp emits in time like a metronome of destruction...a ticking time bomb- the very fate that had sealed his own world in the end now championed by a call to cause a similar calamity once more. Only this time, it was the owls' turn to watch everything they knew shred apart piece by piece by the oncoming storm.

"So let's make this CORDIAL, shall we? Hoo, HOO- cloacafuckers! HOOOOOOO'S READY TO DIE?" Punctuating the sentiment with a forceful slam of strings, the angel sends several waves of sound force below to slow any attempts at climbing to his lofty position in the sky, a position he'd already began to spiral up cloud by cloud as he stirred the atmosphere blurry with restless rounds of gritty guitar riffs to feed the speed of sound within the tilt of the the heaven-aimed pillar and all its currently collected debris from the shattered bits of man-handled manor.

Adam - Son of the Red Earth - Phase 1.

[track in play 🎵🎶🎸]

🎸Group Limit - 4 character slots. [@avispatr , @mages-pandoras-box , @a-hell-of-a-time x2] 🎸Win Requirements - 20 landed hits (or neutralization in Phase 3). 🎸Battle Requirements - Unless heavily staggered by multiple hits per round, Adam has a constant field-wide music-based aoe that accompanies his guitar playing. A 4D will be rolled to determine a number 1-4. This is the amount of sound waves from the aoe that will disturb the party (either breaking concentration or potentially injuring). I will then roll a 20D for each number of waves per character involved provided against your AC to see if you're hit (participants will message me with the confirmation of being hit or not via dms/discord). A hit will stagger/interrupt concentration and you will be unable to attack on your turn if this happens. *This does not stop you from performing other actions such as healing, assisting allies, dodging other incoming attacks, or using items. Adam's AC in Phase 1 is different than in Phase 2 and 3. If reached, Phase 2 and Phase 3 AC will be adjusted. After your reply is posted, send me your 20D dice rolls via messages for each attempted attack, and I will compare and align it to Adam's current AC to determine hits in my reply sequence. 🎸Starting Roll for the AOE field-wide energy surge mentioned above is: 2. I will be sending the listed characters above my two D20 rolls for each of you to determine if you're hit/disrupted on this first 'intro' round or not on your reply based on your personal AC.