An Angel DescendsA column of fiery orange light streaked down from the star-studded skies, piercing the black clay of the battlefield. The flames of Descent remained in the sky for a few moments before dissolving into smoke, and from the impact crater, he emerged.An Angel Descends by ProphetStorm
Galedhil was one of the feared Seraphs, sacred warriors entrusted with the most sacred duties a warrior could be afforded. His armor was sleek and streamlined, and the still-glowing wingjets on his back fanned to their full size as he stepped out. He truly did look like an archangel in many ways--his helmet bore a halo, but it wasn't a golden glow, but rather a harsh red beam. In one hand he bore an Icon, a holy relic of ancient Earth, a glowing golden orb. In the other, he held his sword--a long shaft of metal edged with blazing light.
The Heresy, all of them, flinched when he appeared; faster than any re-entry due to a corridor his suit carved in the air ahead of him. The corrupted creatures and men turned as one to face him, the black swar
This Is Gonna SuckSo I was driving. Just takin' a drive, right? Me and the girl, we're really close, so we're lookin' for a place to, uh, 'park'. I'm not expecting to get far tonight, but I might...you can never tell.This Is Gonna Suck by ProphetStorm
So, I'm driving, she's listening to this Lana del Rey song. I never really got into that stuff, but she likes it. We're going down this country road, late at night. I think it was about eleven, twelve. I can't see the clock from where I am right now. I catch something in my high beams half a second before I plow right into it, and before it disappears under my bumper, I recognize it's a guy. Crap...I just ran over a guy.
My girl panics, you know. She's all screaming and panicking and hyperventilating. I decide that she needs to be safe, and the guy's probably dead, so I choose to comfort her first. "You're okay, it'll be fine" and all that. Instead, she jets--just gets out of the car and starts running.
At the moment, I'm all, "What the heck?" 'cause she was never like this before. But the
The Game, Chapter SixThe sun-baked clay, covered with the dust of centuries, offered little in the way of cover or terrain advantage. It would be like fighting on a chessboard. As she flew back, Blackdawn expanded--the mysterious form beneath that tattered cloak now grew into something truly monstrous, and indicative of her true form.The Game, Chapter Six by ProphetStorm
Now rivalling Rose in size, and towering over me, she landed gently on the dusty desert. A vaguely humanoid form bristling with arms and tendrils, on a mass of tentacles rather than legs; her face was for the most part unchanged, apart from the now wider mouth full of slavering fangs.
"You have provoked me beyond reason," Her discordant voice boomed. "Now pay the price."
Rose could take to the sky easier than the chaos wight could in this form. But though I could take a pounding, every time I got close, she'd be able to swat me away. I needed someone else distracting her as well as Rose...
The thoughts had no sooner formed in my mind as I saw something making its way across t
The Game, Chapter FiveThe hole was impressive, and Rose and I fit through it without much difficulty. It emptied out into a vast central court, with winding staircases, a shining marble floor, and a grand altar. I landed on the ground floor with barely a sound, while Rose lit far more nimbly than would be expected of a dragon. "Big ominous door," I said, pointing to the enormous cathedral-style doors to the next chamber. "What do you say we storm the place?"The Game, Chapter Five by ProphetStorm
"I love the idea," Rose rumbled. "Would you do the honors? I'd like her to see my face before she feels my breath."
"Gladly," I smiled, shedding my coat and unfurling my wings, my arms displaying preternatural strength hidden until moments ago. I careened wildly into the doors and they flew open, and what lay beyond neither of us expected.
There was Blackdawn. At the mouth of the gate she'd opened to Limbo. Both Rose and I knew there were many levels to the Game, and Limbo was one of them--a dreamlike realm where the cosmic beings that influenced us, th
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