Darkness Comes....

Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester

Keeping you alive by killing what's in the Dark...
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It was a dark stormy night on the streets of Rome. Julius was sent to this city by the Knights of the Holy Crusade, an order of priest knights whose mission is to fight against the forces of the devil. The rain felt heavy, with each drop falling on Julius's red trench coat. Underneath he wore a white silk shirt, and a light chain mail. He was using a brown leather belt, with black leather pants and black buckle boots. A small silver necklace hangs from his neck, the insignia of the Knights of the Holy Crusade, two angel wings folded around a long sword. Julius came from the Spain, and he brought with him his loyal rapier, and a Bible.

The rain intensified, now the wind blew fiercer, the night was clouded and not a single star could be seen. After walking for a few hours, Julius stumbled across a large fountain located in the very center of a plaza. It wasn't common to see people outside their houses during such late hour, yet Julius knew that Fate had something stored for him....


Rules:
-First one gets the spot
-No Powerplaying
-No God Modding
 
Squinting through the rain, Wylliam was barely able to discern the shape of the approaching figure making its way to the fountain that stood between the two men. Not wishing to make the same mistake two missions in a row, he decided to verify his target before attempting to skewer it with his spear.

"You are Julius, the knight sent by... er... that, uh, holy order?" The name of said order had unfortunately escaped Wylliam at that point in time. Well, if all went well, no one would know of this minute lapse of mental clarity. No one alive, Wylliam corrected himself. He simply hoped this weather wouldn't rust his armor to too much an extent after he completed his mission. Succeeded in my mission, Wylliam corrected himself again, allowing himself a hint of a smirk. How can I allow even the hint of a possibility of failure to cross briefly upon my rather amazing mind?

OOC: Bio- http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/hall-of-warriors/the-dragoon-with-the-wyvern-eye-15136.html
 
(Ok, this will be a two players RP. Whether if you become a foe or an ally is up to how the story is unfold.)

Julius noticed that a new soul had arrived. Could it be a foe or an ally? He thought to himself, but right now he couldn't tell for sure. The question made by this unexpected encounter caught the knight's attention, and so he prepared to answer it with the exact words correctly chosen by his cunning mind. "Yes, it is I." Julius approached the man with caution, and with his eyes he scouted his surroundings to tell of any possible threats, yet none was found. "Did they sent you to assist me in my mission? I see that both of our benefactors have a common goal."
 
"Ah, so you are Julius. Before we initiate our businesses, the formalities must be observed. I," Wylliam announced, bowing with an exagerated flourish, "am Wylliam Morgan." Straightening, his eyes swept the houses surrounding them for any unwanted interruptions. Conversation in such horrid weather is hard enough, Wylliam thought, returning to face Julius.

"In answer to your inquiry, yes, I have been contracted to assist you. However, as to the goals of my benefactors, I haven't the faintest idea, nor do I care for that matter, so long as they pay the promised price." Wylliam shifted his weight to the other leg, steadying himself with his spear and grinning ever so slightly. "So, exactly what act of righteousness will we be performing? I'm afraid my clients aren't a talkative group."
 
Julius looks around to make sure they weren't heard, still he didn't trust the area in which they were. Instead, he decided to invite William to a more, appropriate area. "The details of our mission were given by the cardinals themselves. We are to infiltrate and neutralize an order of heretics that were found on the west side of the city."

Julius turned around and pointed to an old church. He then resumed his conversation, whispering most of the information. "We must talk in secrecy, dark forces are in motion. Let us go to that house of God, and in there we may talk freely. I shall be waiting"

Julius then bids farewell to William and then walks towards the church. The Ambervale Church, was constructed long ago with an unique style combining both modern and old architecture. Its dark, Gothic walls gave it a shadowy appearance. As soon as Julius reached the giant doors of the church, he knocked and a priest came to his call. The name of the priest was John, a middle age man, bald, with broad eyebrows and a long beard, his skin was pale and his eyes were dark. The priest was wearing an usual dark brown robe and a crucifix necklace.

"Ah a Knight of the Holy Order. You are welcome in the house of God. Come." Julius entered and sat on one of the wooden benches. He soon replied without waiting. "Another man is coming, he will arrive soon."

"A member of the Holy Order as well I assume?" The priest asked with a intrigued look on his face. "No, he is more like an ally of the Church." Though brief, Julius' answer was good enough to calm the priest's curiosity, for now.
 
As Julias turned and walked away, Wylliam was left to his reflections. "Infiltration, huh?" he muttered. To Wylliam, infiltration meant one thing, stealth,and he had as much in common with a shadow as a church had with a brothel. Wylliam much preferred open areas with plenty of jumping room. However, he also preferred the notion of getting dry over that of staying out in the storm. So, with a sigh, Wylliam headed in the direction of the church.

As Wylliam approached the doors to the church, he was met by a middle aged man in the traditional dark garbs of a priest. "What calls you to the House of God in this weather?" the priest inquired of Wylliam, eyeing his spear and absentmindedly stroking the crucifix worn about his neck. "I believe an aquaintance of mine is waiting for me inside," Wylliam responded, trying to peer around the priest in the hopes of spotting Julius. Nodding, the priest stepped aside, allowing Wylliam entrance into the sanctuary.

Spotting Julius, Wylliam walked to the bench behind the knight, his armor echoing in the vast chamber of the sanctuary. Sitting down, he leaned forward, resting his crossed arms on his knees. "Well, unless you count the priest an enemy, I believe we can speak in relative secrecy. Tell me a bit more about our mission."
 
Julius took of his cape to let it dry, and then closed the doors of the church. He then turned to look to his newest ally, lead him to one of the rooms, and resumed his previous explanation. "As I mentioned before, the group of heretics must be neutralized. They are a sub division of the church that got tempted and tarnished by the devil, and we are to purify their stained souls. The location of their headquarters is to the north from here, in the middle of the city next to the old churched that was abandoned long ago" Just as he was about to reveal the worst part, an weird cold feeling ran through Julius' spine, making him feel a bit nervous. "It appears that their evil influence is growing stronger...you see, these people..."

Julius paused and took a deep breath, the remained staring to the fireplace. Outside the storm got worse, and now it appeared that it had become a thunderstorm, with flashing lights soaring all over the skies. After much meditation, Julius finally found the courage to continue. "They can't be considered as human anymore. Months ago, a grizzly murder took place near the central plaza, a 16 years old girl. She was raped and drained of all blood...bite marks were found all over her body. The problem is, that hours later, the body disappeared."

Julius brought his right hand to his chest, and closed his eyes. Grabbing the Emblem he was wearing, he dedicated a few seconds to pray for protection. "Get ready, the moment of judgment is coming. Just a few hours away, during the 9:30 am, we will strike. Also..."

Julius's eyes were fixed on William, as if he were trying to see deep within his soul. "I hope you are sure to do this. After we get in there, there will be no turning back..."
 
Silence fell between the two men as Julius' explanation closed. Wylliam, breaking eye-contact, turned to stare into the fire. Finally, after about five minutes, he brought his gaze back to meet that of Julius. "Fine. I can understand the church being grieved to be associated with these criminals, however, this seems a job more fitting for the local guard. Why is the church sending its own knights to fight some deluded cannibals?" As he asked this of Julius, he recalled the Crusader making a point of the body disappearing. Why does it seem to me I'm overlooking something?
 
"Because, the local guards have already failed, and had suffered many casualties...." Julius replies coldly, grieve strikes his heart after telling that story. Something that William would probably never know is that the girl that was murder, was Julius' fiancee. Julius then brought his eyes to William and continued. "Well I am about to prepare myself, if you need anything I'll be in a room prepared for me upstairs. Your room is next to this one."

Julius bows respectfully and leaves the room, leaving William to his own thoughts.
 
Sighing, Wylliam picked up his spear and left the room shortly after Julius' departure. As he entered his own room, he reflected upon his own curious circumstance. Never had Wylliam taken such an abstract contract, indeed he had at first turned it down. That was, however, until he heard what it offered in compensation. Sitting in one of the chairs, Wylliam raised the point of the spear, staring intently at the cloth tied just below its head. Well, he thought to himself, lowering his spear and closing his eyes, tomorrow we fight. It was always what we did best. Smiling, he settled further into the chair. Let's think later. Rest now. Without a further thought, Wylliam was snoring.
 
It was 12:33 AM, the midnight seemed darker than usual and not a single star shined on the sky. All was enshrouded in darkness and mist covered the ground making the visibility barely almost zero, yet one could hear their footsteps, their claws crunching bones and meat. Julius awoke after feeling the darkness scratching the doors of the cathedral, trying to enter to consume the souls in it. Julius rose up from the bed, and as fast as he could he put on his gear. A lightweight but strong breastplate with a chain mail underneath, brown leather belt, black leather pants, strong black boots, and a white trench coat with iron plates on the shoulders and crosses decorating the back and on the shoulder armor of the coat. He also wore his Knight Emblem, and finally, his main source of protection: his long sword. The long sword could be lifted with one hand but it had a long handle to allow Julius to grabbed it with both hands.

After preparing himself and grabbing the rest of his gear, holy water, hand axes, and throwing knives, Julius left his room and awaited for William near the exit of the cathedral. He told the priest to wake up William. This night was dark and was going to be stained with the blood of devils.
 
"Ser Wylliam! Ser Wylliam! By the Father, wake up!" The priest frantically shook Wylliam in an effort to rouse him from his sleep. Finally, with lids of lead, Wylliam managed to crack his eyes. "But Skaol, drills were cancelled today," he muttered, his mind in a vertigo of conciousness. The priest, already (understandably) not in a more patient frame of mind, slapped Wylliam on the exposed part of his face, successfully expunging any trace of weariness from his body. This was, however, replaced with several traces of confusion. "What is so demanding of an urgent spirit, that it demanded you to urgently strike the spirit of sleep from me!?" Wylliam asked, rubbing his now red cheek. "Begging your pardon," the priest whispered hurriedly, "but Julius is waiting for you by the doors of the chapel. Please hurry, it sounded urgent!" Sighing, Wylliam picked up his spear, rose from the chair, and, taking a moment to retighten the cloth fastened below the spear head, said, "It would appear the dark does not wait to be sought." With that, Wylliam left the room, hoping this turn of events would mean more skewering and less sneaking.
 
"It appears you have arrived" Julius smirked after realizing he wasn't alone anymore. "Very well, get a hold of yourself and prepare, for we shall fight pure evil this night." Julius unsheathed his sword, the sound of his blade cut through the air and echoed through the chamber. He approached the doors, reached the handle with his left hand and opened it. After summoning his courage, Julius plunged himself onto the streets, dark and seemingly abandoned. "Come, this way William. Fear not! For God is with us!!" The sounds of chains and moans swallowed the silence there was moments, ago. One could see their eyes out in the dark, red burning with hatred and the souls of martyrs. A human shaped ghoul landed on all fours before Julius. The monster gave an inhuman howl and attempted to threaten Julius by showing him its full set of sharp teeth, teeth that could tear flesh and bone apart. Julius aimed his sword to the devil, and after pronouncing a prayer -"God lend me your might, allow me to cut down these seeds of evil!!!!"- Julius unleashed the wrath of his sword upon this once, unfortunate soul now turned a devil.
 
"And to think, I thought you were just being dramatic!" Wylliam shouted, slinging with his spear a ghoul that had leapt at him. Certainly, Wylliam knew that men were corruptable, but had thought in spirit only. Hardly the time to be contemplating the cause, Wylliam thought, leaping to the chapel roof to meet the devils there. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, your the expert here! Will simply slaying these demons be enough?!" he inquired, barely managing to make himself heard over the moans of the damned. Suddenly, a ghoul lept at him from his left, and his spear was unfortunately otherwise engaged with the ghoul before him. "Aw, hell..."
 
"Do not hesitate, they will expect us to do one mistake and then they will try to take our souls!!!"

Julius yelled by slashing through the horde of demons that seemed to be coming from out of the darkness. How is it possible that this street became so infected with evil in so little time? Julius wondered, though he had a mission and he would complete it. He kept dodging his opponent's sharp claws, sprinting through them, opening a path by the mightiness of his blade.

He soon sighted the door that lead into the necropolis located deep under the streets of this city. An abandoned church, forsaken and ridden of all its purity now served as their unholy sanctuary. Julius would bring the wrath of heavens upon them for desecrating this house of God. "You heathens! Prepare for oblivion!!!" In a place were darkness corroded everything in its path and threatened to swallow all which is Good, the light of Julius' blade shined bright, cutting through the darkness.
 
Abandoning his spear momentarily, Wylliam leapt above the fray, successfully evading the fiend's talons. While in the air, he spotted Julius running toward a church around which the night seemed darker. "Best to avoid trivial battles at the moment," Wylliam said to himself, landing and recovering his spear from the thrashing fiend in which it was embedded. He then proceeded to follow after Julius, leaping from rooftop to rooftop where the devils were sparse.

Finally, they arrived at the church from which the darkness appeared to be eminating. "You heathens! Prepare for oblivion!" Julius shouted, dashing blade first into the unholy nest. "Wow, I could really get used to fighting along side you," Wylliam laughed, relieving an unfortunate fiend of its head. "Nothing like a comrade's battle cry to raise your spirits while in the crux of evil."
 
"Aye comrade..." Julius smirked while piercing the throat of one of those demons. "Let's us bring judgment upon them!!!" At the moment that Julius' battle cry shattered the opponent's seemingly impervious morality, the sounds around them were suddenly halted, only to realize that one of the guardians of that house of darkness had arrived.

The dark knight, standing 7 feet tall with his gigantic double edged broad sword, wearing a full body armor with spikes and skulls all over it, and with a helm that resemblances a demonic dragon, this monster was truly a remarkable challenge.

The dark knight ordered the other demons to retreat, while he obviously intended to deal with both William and Julius personally. "You fools, how dare you? I'll tear screams out of your bodies!!!Feel the Wrath of Angmar! Guardian of the Gates of Oblivion!" With a thunderous voice, the fiendish knight intended to threaten his opponents, yet Julius remained calmed and confidant in the light of God that shined on the path of their destinies.

Julius remained before his opponent, his sword stained with the blood of devils, drops of blood falling on the ground, the skies all darkened by this great evil and heavy rains falling on their shoulders. Thunders and lightnings soaring through heavens, sending moments of flashing lights illuminating briefly this necrotic scenario. Suddenly, one of the thunders stroke the dark knight, and in a mere instant, shadows gathered next to him, merged and soon materialized in what it seemed to be another copy of that dark knight.

"By my sword and soul, I swear I'll strike you down!!!" Julius made a threatening swing to the right, the wave of air cut through the drops of water and struck the dark plates of his opponents' armor, yet they remained impervious to this act. "William! Together we stand as guardians of the innocent! Show no mercy to the demon's that dared to threaten peace!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With a courageous intent, Julius sprinted through the few remaining enemies, hacking and slashing through heads and talons, eluding the death's grasp by inches, until he finally meet his opponent in battle. The clone of the monster did not hesitated to strike them down, and so the "Shadow of Angmar", that clone knight, dashed fiercely through the night heading towards William.
 
As the unholy knight rushed at him, Wylliam made a quick survey of the interior of the church. The ceiling he estimated to be forty feet high, more than enough room for leaping. However, the floor was drenched with water and blood, making landings precarious. Better stay grounded for now, Wylliam thought. "Julius!" he shouted, "Watch your footing, and don't even think of parrying heavy blows! We simply don't have the traction!" At that moment, the clone reached Wylliam, readying a two handed swing that simply exuded power. Alright, Skaol, he thought. Let's see how well I emmulate your grace. Ducking the swing, Wylliam tried to recall the words of his friend, spoken years ago. Relax, his memories told him. Don't predict his moves, simply see them. There is only now. The future is a convenience of the mind trying to categorize and anticipate events. Remember this, and you will fall at no feint, be taken by no slight. Wylliam's eyelids lowered. He could feel his body slacken. Swing after swing threatened to cleave him in two, but Wylliam stepped lithely out of their trajectory at the last second. He was confident the opportunity would present itself to strike. Finally, the opening for which Wylliam prayed for appeared as the knight readied his blow a second too long. "Now!" Wylliam shouted. Placing all his leg strength into the strike, he leapt at, then through, the now crumbling clone. Still in the air, Wylliam spotted Julius on the opposite end of the sanctuary. He landed, and ran to his comrade.
 
"Thanks William, I'll keep that in mind...." Julius replied and at the same time didn't notice he was caught off guard, a mistake that almost cost him this battle, but he was fortunately quick enough to avoid his opponent's blade, swung downwardly, by mere inches. The monster's blade fell heavy on the floor with a stone shattering force, carving a deep gash on the ground. Stuck, the monster desperately tried to pull his sword off the ground, and Julius found this opportunity to be a blessing of the heavens. Facing his opponent with courage, Julius leaped towards the demon, avoided the monster's left talon shaped gauntlet, and dealt a clean strike on the monster's left shoulder, clearly piercing both armor and skin. The monster suddenly entered a state of outrage, pulling the sword with both hands ferociously, and unleashing his wrath on Julius with random swings of his gigantic blade. Following William's advice, Julius decided not to parry nor block them, but to elude them instead.
 
Wylliam finally arrived where Julius was engaging his opponent. He saw that the doppleganger fiend was a rather diluted copy, far inferior to the origional. It would be impossible for Julius to win if he had to contend with both Angmar and the lesser ghouls. "Julius! Just worry about the big guy!" Wylliam shouted, simultaneously knocking back one of the fiends. "I'll deal with the vermin!" Easier said than done. The sanctuary was filled with the devils, with more arriving than Wylliam was dispatching. "...Er, I know your pretty occupied, but try and finish him quickly!"
 
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