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Post by Ed-chan on May 17, 2006 19:34:41 GMT -5
Netherworld StoryWhat do you think happens when mortals die? While their physical bodies rot underground or are reduced to ashes, their souls travel to the underworld, guided by the Grim Reaper, the brother of God and Satan. What happens in the realms of the underworld - heaven, hell, and purgatory - however, is anyone's guess. RulesNone. Just stay literate. CharactersThe Grim Reaper - played by Ed-chan Satan - played by The Wonder Fox God - played by Nameless <insert other characters here, like spirits and stuff. Coming soon. Maybe.>
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Post by Ed-chan on May 17, 2006 21:40:28 GMT -5
(First post, dudes! SATYAGRAHA~)
It was a slow day.
A very slow day, despite the fact the grim reaper was now towing in five new souls from America. There was a bit of a train accident somewhere in New York, his sources had told him, or rather, he had seen. His job forced him to loiter and watch the deaths of his new victims and haul their souls down to the underworld.
Unfortunately, every one he met expected him to be a walking skeleton with a robe and scythe. What a pity. He was actually much prettier than their illusion of Death, and a lot more humanoid-looking (and popular with the female souls he had left in Purgatory on many occasions.)
So, as he dragged the souls, confused and dazed to his domain in Purgatory, his hands brushing nonchalantly through his snowy locks, his mind began to wander to what else he could be doing right now...Hmm. Nothing came to his mind, except pilfering donuts from humans.
Le sigh. It was a disgustingly slow day.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on May 18, 2006 17:29:14 GMT -5
"Geez, damning people sure is boring after a while~..."
A rather loud and forceful kick from a five-inch high heel shoe threw open the ebony doors to the Devil's chambers, in walking a drop-dead gorgeous brunette with the finest body ever imaginable. A slim and revealing dress barely covered her sexy frame as she tossed her curly chocolate locks over her shoulder, trudging in to flop sideways on a large throne overlooking an ocean of fire.
Picking up a cigarette from a pack on the cold floor, the woman flicked her thumb as a small dancing flame appeared like a lighter. Lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag, a chuckle in a deep baritone sounded through the chambers.
"Man o man, temptation's a tiring business."
What now sat in the same position the woman had sat in was a snazzy young man dressed in a black suit. His spiked and red-tipped brown locks hung lazily in his face as a line of smoke floated upwards.
Scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly, the Prince of Darkness, Lucifer stared out into his kingdom of fire with a grin, gazing up at the rising smoke.
"But is sure is fun..."
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Post by Ed-chan on May 18, 2006 18:02:42 GMT -5
With a barely audible sigh, the white-haired reaper wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Those (somewhat annoying) spirits of the recently dead mortals were reclining in purgatory to be cleansed.
So now what was he supposed to do?
"Honestly," the reaper, Azrael, muttered to no one in particular. "Not enough people are dying these days."
Silly mortals and their zinc. And iron. And vitamin C. Whatever happened to the 16th century where everyone died of tuberculosis, or the Black Plague?
He supposed massacres were a bad thing, but at least they made his job less boring.
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Post by Gone on May 19, 2006 23:29:08 GMT -5
"Enjoying yourself, Luci?" A deceptively smooth and pleasent voice spoke. Kami-sama, aka God, stood in the doorway of the ruler of Hell's chambers, a disgusted look on his seemingly angelic face. Azrael thought he had it bad? His thousands of worshipers all around the world saw him as a wrinkly old man. But he supposed that mortals couldn't be blamed for being so stupid. He hadn't created them to be very smart after all.
"Do you never tire of damning mortals to a hellish abyss?" He sighed and shook his head. "You need to find another hobby." With a long sigh he stepped forward, his geta sandals taping against the polished floor lightly. He had chosen to wear a white yukata today, the absence of colour contrasting sharply with his ebony locks. He supposed it wasn't quite proper for God to be so concerned with his appearance, but he didn't much care. Instead, he decided to focus on the reason that he came here.
"I don't suppose you've noticed this... but the rate of human deaths has been dropping increasingly. I don't suppose you know the reason for this?" If there was one thing that Kami-sama was a stickler for, it was order. A certain number of people needed to die every day, just as a certain number of people needed to be born everyday. There was a certain balance to everything. He simply created everything like that. And when people didn't die when they needed to, that balance was destroyed. This was something he couldn't let slide. However, his own sources could not find the source of this disturbance. So he had no choice but to go to the one person he hated the most. His own little brother, Lucifer.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on May 22, 2006 10:08:22 GMT -5
"Hgnnn..."
Though the demonic entity would probably not admit it as some ash fell from his cigarette as his hand twitched at the voice, that kind of scared the crap out of him. Little 'Luci' didn't reply for the longest time, even after He had finished his stupid speech.
Gently peeking back from behind his stone throne, there was a light crackling noise, like fire, as Lucifer's devil horns uncurled on the his forehead. He always showed off his horns and tail to his elder brother as if a means to say, 'Lookie-what-you-did.'
Even though the big baby deserved it.
"So," the Devil finally said after a very long drag from his cigarette, flicking the bud to the floor, "It seems big brother has decided to mingle with the commoners for a while. Oh humble Lord, please make your stay as...short as possible." At the end of his statement, his words grew acidic and cruel.
A pause. Silence.
"So, what do you want anyway?" he grumbled as he sat back in his throne upright.
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Post by Gone on May 22, 2006 17:17:19 GMT -5
"Don't play dumb with me, Luci!" Kami-sama shouted, his patience growing thin. "An old man living in China just turned one-hundred and twelve! He should have died at the age of ninety! Do you have any idea how much this disrupts the balance!?" As he was rambling he had started to walk further towards the other, until finally God and the Devil were only inches apart. Kami-sama glared furiously at him, his hand balled into fists as he continued.
"Just admit it. You have something to do with this, don't you!?" He outright accused him.
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Post by Ed-chan on May 22, 2006 19:15:13 GMT -5
"Actually..."
It suddenly seemed as if the white-haired, youngest brother had appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm not sure what's causing it myself." Though it was obviously troubling him, very much indeed. Mortals had to die; it's what made them mortal, and what set them apart from the other beings scattered throughout the universe. If they didn't die, then the world would overpopulate; it was simply a part of the delicate balance his elder brother God had set into place, the "circle of life" as he had heard it referred to in some instances.
But that didn't mean he didn't have a hunch of who could be causing it...
"Say, have you ever heard of the Immortal Five?" As Azrael let these words spew from his lips, a slight frown settled upon his features, his crimson eyes darkening...
(Oh, I've had this idea since last night <3)
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Post by The Wonder Fox on May 22, 2006 22:29:57 GMT -5
"Always so quick to judge the lower beings, I see...still your old Almighty self."
A devious laughter erupted in the Devil's throat as he gently grabbed a lock of his elder brother's hair, giving it a small tug as he delivered a short yet spiteful brotherly kiss. Leaning back as he heard the younger one's voice, Luci smirked as he did a mini-flip in his throne, ending up standing on the opposite side. Ah, what lovely cat-like grace.
"My my, if it isn't little brother come to share this heartwarming family get-together, I'm so very touched, you both came all the way down here, haaah..."
Yeah, he was a freak.
But when the subject of the Immortal Five was addressed, Lucifer's interest piqued.
"Immortal Five, so says the little one, perhaps...Yet perhaps not...Care to share your info, Azrael?"
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Post by Ed-chan on May 22, 2006 22:45:54 GMT -5
Azrael's frown grew deeper at Satan's...pet name.
"The Immortal Five..." the white-haired youth placed a hand on his chin in a bout of contemplation. He was going into narrator mode. "They are a group of five mortals that have been granted immortality. They do not age, and they do not die. I've been after their souls for years."
Why, or moreover, HOW they were immortal to him was a mystery.
"I'm not quite sure if they have anything to do with the sudden rise in lifespan. I think the humans are just being more healthconscious."
And that God was being a neurotic biotch. But he wouldn't dare say that out loud.
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Post by Gone on May 22, 2006 22:59:06 GMT -5
Kami scowled at Luci as he kissed him. How dare he mar his perfect skin with his lips!? He was considering slapping him until his attention was pulled away from the devil by their middle brother's speach.
"Hmm.... now that you mention it... I seem to remember there being five mortals present during the great battle." He struggled to remember, but such an event had happened so long ago and was so vague in his mind.
Shaking his head he decided that wasn't the matter of importance at the moment. "Do you know the names of these five immortals?"
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Post by The Wonder Fox on May 23, 2006 17:10:12 GMT -5
"What difference do their names make, my lovely elder brother?"
A hollow, though amused laughter erupted from the Devil’s throat as he shot a nasty little smirk at Him, wandering over towards the little Reaper, that grin grower softer and friendlier.
"Uh-huh, I say Mr. Big-shot throws a fiery mess of sulfur and brimstone down upon the wise guys, then that'll teach them not to die...Aw, but that would be something along the lines of an Apocalypse, would it little brother?"
Slinging an arm around Azrael's shoulder in a casual and brotherly fashion, Luci chuckled and gave a toothy grin, obviously enjoying the annoyance from his brothers, especially God.
"Let's do whatever we can do, neh? As long as it breaks some of Kami's toys, then I'm up for anything."
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Post by Gone on May 23, 2006 19:12:22 GMT -5
Kami scowled at him. "I will absolutely not cause an apocalypse just to get rid of five measely immortals!" He exclaimed, seeming absolutely mortified by the idea. "If they were truly immortal, they wouldn't die anyways!" He shook his head. "And besides. An apocalypse isn't scheduled to happen until 2666. It's too soon. So unless you have a better idea..." He trailed off, looking over towards Azrael, waiting to see if he had any "better" ideas.
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Post by Ed-chan on May 23, 2006 19:22:11 GMT -5
The Grim Reaper, in a frown of half-disgust, immediately pulled away from his elder brother, giving a soft ahem and trying to think of the matter at hand.
(To be honest, 'Luci' irked him at times...)
"Well, we could always find these immortals and attempt to break said immortality." Oh, but maybe that would be too much trouble. How would they possibly be able to find them? "I'm sure they have some sort of aura or something. We could always bring back that nice Jesus guy..."
It was highly unlikely his brothers would go for that one.
"I...think I traced one of the Immortals in Italy."
(Here, here! The Five Immortals be playable characters! <3)
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Post by The Wonder Fox on May 24, 2006 16:56:02 GMT -5
"Really? Oh dear, what a shame, I was looking forward to the end..." Shrugging slightly as he frowned at the withdrawal of the youngest brother, Satan heaved a grand sigh as he listened to the Reaper and his suggestion.
"Haha! I say do it, I'd just love to see mortals shit themselves at the sight of my dear ol' nephew!"
A giddy fit of laughter overtook the mini-silence before the white-haired one spoke again, Luci finding the whole idea very much hilarious.
Oh, but the comment about Italy, and the Devil got a wondrous idea.
Wandering over towards the grand window of the throne room, Lucifer gazed down at the fiery pits of Hell, running the delicious scheme over and over again in his mind. And it just might work too.
"Well, well, looks like something's goin' in the fourth layer, seems I'll have to leave you to work out a plan while I actually take care of my duties." The smugness of his statement was directed to only one of the two, and that was, of course, the eldest. The prissy bastard rarely makes miracles, he thought, but at least I keep up on my tasks.
A moment later, Luci was walking out from the throne room with a little wave to the white-haired sibling and an evil smirk on his face.
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