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mayfield_logs2012-01-15 11:08 am
wisdomwithin) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-01-15 11:08 am
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Who: Caster, Oichi, and many others who want to stop them
What: The atrocities begin. The Church will be the first to go.
Where: The Church
When: 1/18/12, during the first sermon
Warnings: Fair amount of violence and gore
The noise had fortunately died down in time for Sunday where drones would customarily flock fraction at a time for worship down at the Church. Without distraction and interruption, the drones and others are allowed to fill the pews and listen to nothing but the word of God interpreted by the drone pastor. Usually a male, he would incorporate his message to achieving prosperity in Mayfield and urge the other drones to be thankful for what they have. The doors closed and the drones sang their hymns along with the melody of the pipe organ an old woman played just at the corner of the room.
They seated themselves. But the organ did not stop. The old woman's hands were off the keys, yes, but from somewhere, the hymn continued. The drones didn't pay this any heed and continued on as if they heard nothing. It was exactly that, however. To them, there is nothing to respond to because there should be no organs playing at this time. The time for hymns has ended long past. This did not stop the song from outside, however. The organ played on, grew louder, and filled the room where the congregation sat.
The doors once closed for the sermon swung open. A robed man with dirty, messy hair and bulging, frog-like eyes barged into the room accompanied by a quiet, morose woman. Caster closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, basking in the warmth of light that filled the room. The drone pastor stopped and told the man to quickly be seated, but it was Caster's turn to ignore him.
"Now! Friends! Now, and forevermore, we stand together here once more in pursuit of salvation that has long since been snatched away by God Himself! The damned are forever damned and the lost and forgotten will forever be abandoned. Our suffering, our cries, do nothing but amuse Him even more!
Then, then what are we, the broken, to do...? If God insists on depriving us of Paradise, why, we shall take it back! We will create our own Paradise here on this world through pleasures and sin the likes of which He, that divine clown, could never have concocted during Genesis. Let us plant the seeds of our Paradise now, starting in one of His houses that He has blessed!
O Lord! Receive my praise! Receive my hate! With a heart filled with jubilation, I shall drag you, venerated God, down from your sanctum! There is beauty within blasphemies, decadence, and sin and it is through that beauty where we make our stand and create our new Eden!
Innocent lambs, feel with every fiber and cell of your being, the salvation that I offer you!"
As Gilles' speech rolled on, the drones found their body involuntarily convulsing. They all felt from within their stomachs something growing. It clawed out at every direction, ever organ, to break free, biting and screaming all the while. Teeth and tentacles ripped through the drones' skin and bodies without anybody spared. The demons cried out into the air, spitting blood and red mist, as if singing along with the hymn that Caster had been playing.
A pipe organ made from flesh sits outside, playing on its own. Its discordant melody spreads through the air, beckoning those near the Church to come. The invitation, of course, is not only limited to the townspeople. Its pierces through worlds and dimensions, drawing forth the creatures that God had hidden away from mortal eyes for being far too terrifying, too flawed. Drones around the Church were torn apart from the inside, leaving only Caster's sea demons to replace them. The Church itself began to turn to flesh as it was consumed little by little by the overwhelming number of monsters.
From within, Caster cackled and danced, spinning around, joyously, at the garden of sin he created.
"Come, come to me! There is none but I, Gilles de Rais, who stands so firmly at the center of Heaven and Hell! Come to me, and I shall lead you! I shall rule you! To those who are shackled, crippled, and forsaken, this is the day we indulge and drink deep from our sins!"
OOC: Feel free to divide into groups! There are people who should hold off the demons seeping out of the Church and those who should storm in and tear a new one into the Master and Servant
What: The atrocities begin. The Church will be the first to go.
Where: The Church
When: 1/18/12, during the first sermon
Warnings: Fair amount of violence and gore
The noise had fortunately died down in time for Sunday where drones would customarily flock fraction at a time for worship down at the Church. Without distraction and interruption, the drones and others are allowed to fill the pews and listen to nothing but the word of God interpreted by the drone pastor. Usually a male, he would incorporate his message to achieving prosperity in Mayfield and urge the other drones to be thankful for what they have. The doors closed and the drones sang their hymns along with the melody of the pipe organ an old woman played just at the corner of the room.
They seated themselves. But the organ did not stop. The old woman's hands were off the keys, yes, but from somewhere, the hymn continued. The drones didn't pay this any heed and continued on as if they heard nothing. It was exactly that, however. To them, there is nothing to respond to because there should be no organs playing at this time. The time for hymns has ended long past. This did not stop the song from outside, however. The organ played on, grew louder, and filled the room where the congregation sat.
The doors once closed for the sermon swung open. A robed man with dirty, messy hair and bulging, frog-like eyes barged into the room accompanied by a quiet, morose woman. Caster closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, basking in the warmth of light that filled the room. The drone pastor stopped and told the man to quickly be seated, but it was Caster's turn to ignore him.
"Now! Friends! Now, and forevermore, we stand together here once more in pursuit of salvation that has long since been snatched away by God Himself! The damned are forever damned and the lost and forgotten will forever be abandoned. Our suffering, our cries, do nothing but amuse Him even more!
Then, then what are we, the broken, to do...? If God insists on depriving us of Paradise, why, we shall take it back! We will create our own Paradise here on this world through pleasures and sin the likes of which He, that divine clown, could never have concocted during Genesis. Let us plant the seeds of our Paradise now, starting in one of His houses that He has blessed!
O Lord! Receive my praise! Receive my hate! With a heart filled with jubilation, I shall drag you, venerated God, down from your sanctum! There is beauty within blasphemies, decadence, and sin and it is through that beauty where we make our stand and create our new Eden!
Innocent lambs, feel with every fiber and cell of your being, the salvation that I offer you!"
As Gilles' speech rolled on, the drones found their body involuntarily convulsing. They all felt from within their stomachs something growing. It clawed out at every direction, ever organ, to break free, biting and screaming all the while. Teeth and tentacles ripped through the drones' skin and bodies without anybody spared. The demons cried out into the air, spitting blood and red mist, as if singing along with the hymn that Caster had been playing.
A pipe organ made from flesh sits outside, playing on its own. Its discordant melody spreads through the air, beckoning those near the Church to come. The invitation, of course, is not only limited to the townspeople. Its pierces through worlds and dimensions, drawing forth the creatures that God had hidden away from mortal eyes for being far too terrifying, too flawed. Drones around the Church were torn apart from the inside, leaving only Caster's sea demons to replace them. The Church itself began to turn to flesh as it was consumed little by little by the overwhelming number of monsters.
From within, Caster cackled and danced, spinning around, joyously, at the garden of sin he created.
"Come, come to me! There is none but I, Gilles de Rais, who stands so firmly at the center of Heaven and Hell! Come to me, and I shall lead you! I shall rule you! To those who are shackled, crippled, and forsaken, this is the day we indulge and drink deep from our sins!"
OOC: Feel free to divide into groups! There are people who should hold off the demons seeping out of the Church and those who should storm in and tear a new one into the Master and Servant
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She'd observe a little longer.]
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In an instant, tentacles stretch out towards Marisa's invisible form and makes an attempt to grab her. One of Caster's specialties was to detect whenever he was being watched. Magi who tried using a crystal ball to spy on him were often caught quite easily.
It seems like a flawed idea to fool a Servant whose very name was "Caster".]
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Has someone else come to play?
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Now, that wasn't very nice, ze.
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You needn't have hid yourself like that. For here, in this House of Decadence, all are welcomed... All are indeed welcomed.
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Are you a bird?
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[She looks at the woman and make a motion like she's tipping a hat. Which she normally WOULD be doing, but Marisa's still afraid of wearing her hat these days.]
A witch, ze. You feel like an awful lot like a demon. I guess it could be the residual off of those creepy crawlies by you, but I dunno...
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[One of the shadow hand reaches toward her, but in greeting rather than a prelude to attack.]
Will you stay for a while?
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I do love to see high-level magic in action, ze. Denizens of Hell aren't unknown to me, but rarely do I get to watch them in action. You must have a powerful focus, Caster, as I doubt every spirit summoned as that class is capable of such a feat.
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[He pulls from his robes now the grimoire he had been carrying all along: the Spellbook of Prelati.]
The spellbook that my mentor and ally, Prelati, had left me serves me quite well for such a purpose.
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[One of the shadow hands pets one of the demons almost as one would a pet.]
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She had to have it. Somehow. Some way. Some day. She would have that grimoire.]
Such a grimoire would liven up any party, ze. Looks like you got some real party crashers showing up to spoil your fun. Is this just a flexing of your magical might to cow everyone in terror or are you looking to gain something out of it? I prefer not to be on the losing side of things...
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[He looks over at Oichi with a smile and then at Marisa. As a fellow magic-user, she seemed to be quite understanding of his motives. This was good and Caster appreciated that. For the time being, he had no reason to hurt her and he probably wouldn't considering she has proven her value in a way beyond being turned into "art".]
All that we wish is to not be forgotten... Our efforts today will be the first step in making a mark in this town and showing those who would cast us aside into oblivion that we, the oppressed, will not remain silent.
This town lies to us and makes it so that we would never have existed. That cannot be forgiven... thus our actions here, today!