In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Post by darkunslint on Nov 8, 2009 18:15:50 GMT -4
Darkun stood off his chair, and as he left it the chair seemed to disintegrate into ash and his shadow reformed into what it once was, an image of him. He walked over in front of Samael and sat down next to him. Placing his hands through Samaels linking them together and grabbing on tight.
Whispering lightly into Samaels ear, he spoke softly in the angelic voice of which he sings. “ Hold your breath and count upwards” and with that the shadows underneath them enveloped upwards, it twisted unnaturally around them, wrapping around them in many different ways, grabbing them like hands from hell and pulling them into the shadowy depths.
Then when they were enveloped, it was darkness, nothing but endless shadow.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 8, 2009 18:32:12 GMT -4
Samael watched him move closer to him already feeling a knot in his stomach, the same awkward sensation when the transporter in Solace activated. Already he was beginning to feel anxiety, but the warmth of hands snapped him out of his daze. He had always feared human contact. He was a weapon of destruction where a degree of human contact can be fatal.
His mouth was dry, speechless as he sat frozen like a statue. The soft voice in his ear made him shatter in a shiver and his face flushed at it's hard impact in snapping him out of his trance. Dumbly, Samael nodded before licking his own dry lips before inhaling deeply.
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He tried to concentrate on counting then the uncertainty and nervousness in his gut as he shut his eyes. Perhaps if he didn't look, he would feel less dizzy. Feeling his body sink, the God's poison jumped in his skin as the shiver trailed up his spine gripping Darkun's hands tighter; it felt like he was fall.
