I might even use this to write an In Character account of my times here at Gaia.
Hell On Earth RPG
Hell On Earth RPG Hell On Earth Prologue
Flames lick up into the air, slowly blazing a path through the ruined husk of what used to be a mall. All about the burning blaze were the destroyed remains of what once was a great city. The city was now nothing but a wasteland, a wasteland that could truly be considered Hell on Earth.
Earth was once what this place was called, decades ago before the War started. The War still continues to consume the land mass that was once known as the United States, slaying any surviving Humans as the combatants fight over the Earth.
The combatants were not human; they were Archangels and Demons battling over the ancient battle of old, Demons against Archangels over the right to be allowed into Heaven's Gate.
I am one of those combatants... At least, I was when this War first began, all those millennia ago. I am now no longer a part of the War that still is being fought, I choose to sit on the sidelines and watch the endless battles, and write about the outcomes and the loss of life. I am no longer the warrior I once was; I am now nothing but biographer of the War and its combatants.
I should introduce myself, before I continue my tale of woe. My name was Azrael Deathbringer, the Angel of Death. It still is, but that was before I was reborn into a human host. My human host's name is Michelle LeMort, or Mike depending on whom you talked to.
It will be easier for you to understand what I am writing, if I started at the beginning of this tale before the Hell of Earth all around me became a reality. A reality, I and the other Archangel warriors were trying to prevent.
Humanity always believed that Heaven had been the victor in The War In Heaven, we were and at the same time we were not. The War never ended, the Archangels had won the battle of that day and since then Heaven and Hell have always been fighting nonstop on a different plane of existence parallel to the one that Humanity exists on.
I am getting off track again, I'm sorry. I'll start at the beginning about how I became to be both Michelle LeMort and Azrael Deathbringer. I am now the Human of the Modern Age and the Archangel of Ancient Lore.
Several hundred years ago, before the birth of Michelle LeMort, I was still active as the Angel of Death and fighting a battle against a great Demon enemy, Belial. It had to have been several millennia since the last time I had a rest from the War since it first began.
I knew I was tiring of the never-ending battles that kept coming towards Heaven, I also knew that several of my Angelic brothers-in-arms felt the same way, we desired a rest from the battle or at least a reprieve from the constant fighting, but I was unaware that Demons felt the same way.
Belial was a talker while fighting, I was positive it was his way of trying to win this fight we were in the middle of, boring me to death with his banter. He should have known I've been through worse than having to listen to someone talk endlessly in my ear. I shared quarters with Uriel, after all.
Belial informed me that several of the Demons were tired of the War and desired nothing but to put on end to the battles that were fought continuously. They would never surrender though; the reward of ruling Heaven was too great to give up on. They still continued to dream a dream that would never come, for we all had to continue to fight. Whether we wanted to or not, we had no choice but to play the roles we had been handed.
It was while I was fighting Belial that everything went black and then a sense of nothingness that followed for quite some time afterwards. I knew then that there was something wrong, terribly, terribly wrong; I could only believe that the Demons had finally won the War we had been trying so hard to end and win. We had failed, and I knew we were dead. The Angelic host had fallen to the Demonic infestation; Heaven was now Hell.
Or so I thought...
If you're interested in joining the RPG, please do. There are lost of openings still left unfilled.
Flames lick up into the air, slowly blazing a path through the ruined husk of what used to be a mall. All about the burning blaze were the destroyed remains of what once was a great city. The city was now nothing but a wasteland, a wasteland that could truly be considered Hell on Earth.
Earth was once what this place was called, decades ago before the War started. The War still continues to consume the land mass that was once known as the United States, slaying any surviving Humans as the combatants fight over the Earth.
The combatants were not human; they were Archangels and Demons battling over the ancient battle of old, Demons against Archangels over the right to be allowed into Heaven's Gate.
I am one of those combatants... At least, I was when this War first began, all those millennia ago. I am now no longer a part of the War that still is being fought, I choose to sit on the sidelines and watch the endless battles, and write about the outcomes and the loss of life. I am no longer the warrior I once was; I am now nothing but biographer of the War and its combatants.
I should introduce myself, before I continue my tale of woe. My name was Azrael Deathbringer, the Angel of Death. It still is, but that was before I was reborn into a human host. My human host's name is Michelle LeMort, or Mike depending on whom you talked to.
It will be easier for you to understand what I am writing, if I started at the beginning of this tale before the Hell of Earth all around me became a reality. A reality, I and the other Archangel warriors were trying to prevent.
Humanity always believed that Heaven had been the victor in The War In Heaven, we were and at the same time we were not. The War never ended, the Archangels had won the battle of that day and since then Heaven and Hell have always been fighting nonstop on a different plane of existence parallel to the one that Humanity exists on.
I am getting off track again, I'm sorry. I'll start at the beginning about how I became to be both Michelle LeMort and Azrael Deathbringer. I am now the Human of the Modern Age and the Archangel of Ancient Lore.
Several hundred years ago, before the birth of Michelle LeMort, I was still active as the Angel of Death and fighting a battle against a great Demon enemy, Belial. It had to have been several millennia since the last time I had a rest from the War since it first began.
I knew I was tiring of the never-ending battles that kept coming towards Heaven, I also knew that several of my Angelic brothers-in-arms felt the same way, we desired a rest from the battle or at least a reprieve from the constant fighting, but I was unaware that Demons felt the same way.
Belial was a talker while fighting, I was positive it was his way of trying to win this fight we were in the middle of, boring me to death with his banter. He should have known I've been through worse than having to listen to someone talk endlessly in my ear. I shared quarters with Uriel, after all.
Belial informed me that several of the Demons were tired of the War and desired nothing but to put on end to the battles that were fought continuously. They would never surrender though; the reward of ruling Heaven was too great to give up on. They still continued to dream a dream that would never come, for we all had to continue to fight. Whether we wanted to or not, we had no choice but to play the roles we had been handed.
It was while I was fighting Belial that everything went black and then a sense of nothingness that followed for quite some time afterwards. I knew then that there was something wrong, terribly, terribly wrong; I could only believe that the Demons had finally won the War we had been trying so hard to end and win. We had failed, and I knew we were dead. The Angelic host had fallen to the Demonic infestation; Heaven was now Hell.
Or so I thought...
If you're interested in joining the RPG, please do. There are lost of openings still left unfilled.
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Coming Soon
Coming Soon: The Hell On Earth Guild A place for Role Playing Hell on Earth as well as other genre of RPGs. Basically a guild designed for people to Roleplay to their heart's content. Private. Entrance Fee: 75g
Coming Soon: The Hell On Earth Charity. The place for people to ask for outrageously priced items and received them at reduced prices.
Coming Soon: The Hell On Earth Charity. The place for people to ask for outrageously priced items and received them at reduced prices.
That's it for now. More to come later.
