InfernalParadox

In what was likely equivocal to a thousand-yard stare I marvelled at the debris raining around me, scattering to the ground like marble leaves in a concrete jungle. The event was without sound, the sheer booming octave of the blast had temporarily deafened me and it made the event all the more beautiful. When the dust finally settled I began to assess my surroundings; it would be highly disappointing if Focalor and his playmates were broken under the rubble. Upon first glanced it appeared that may have been the case, but the lack of mangled limbs poking from the hastily piled rubble-houses made me doubt myself. It would be very uncharacterist

Ahh, that foreboding presence in the air, like a particularly vicious downpour weighing down on you, Focalor must have arrived. I wonder if he will appreciate my calling-card in the foyer, it’s not often that we get to see each other’s handiwork in the flesh. With that the door swung open in a violent display and through it strode Focalor and two lackeys. They seemed to have more about them than the standard chaff he had trailing at his heels so I assumed that he was deadly serious about the whole affair. “Well hello there my old friend, let’s not dally, I’m sure we have much to discuss and you must be tired aft

*Raphael’s perspective* After my brief skirmish I found my innate paranoia plaguing my thoughts, robbing me of any brief respite to gather myself and perceive events clearly. However, said paranoia does grant a peculiar gift it would seem, after lifetimes of ruthless fighting and tense combat negotiations the brain tends to pick up the minutest of details and even those that would usually remain hidden despite their apparent clarity. For all intents and purposes I could make the assumption that such a wiry beast fulfilled a certain niche amongst the Beastmen, a scouting position befitting of its evolutionary traits. Realising the perha

When Raphael staggered out of his bedsit, to say we were surprised would be an understatement. The doctor seemed to be delving through his years of medical knowledge to provide a logical explanation for this miracle-esque event, but he, like me could find none. At the time Raphael was obviously apprehensive about divulging the secret to his recovery; considering our relationship been one of benighted strangers. Before the doctor could begin his analytic probing Raphael himself interrupted… "Are you the one that found me injured, and you the one that helped me to recover from my grievous wounds?" "Yes, I found you lying in a poorly-maintaine

The first steps into the almost clinical environment of Evalice invoked all of those memories from all those years ago; the faint scent of chalk wafted through the air, invading my nostrils as it reached from the conglomerate in which it kept its foundation. The inaudible murmurings of busy civilians as they paced down the cobbles, ever rushing through their asinine lives, all too eager to feed into the well-oiled machine of their society… Perhaps I project too much bias on the matter? To say I was bitter would be insulting, no, demeaning to those that truly suffer under the heel of oppressive government. My business was that of heartless gro

Unfortunately I got slightly carried away mutilating that drunkard and I've soiled my new suit with flecks of his blood. If I wasn't so clinical that time I may have needed a change of clothes… Ah well, all water under the bridge now, I suppose I had best hurry along to Deception for my little mediation session with Focalor; it's been a rather long time since I got to trade barbs with him, I'm sure he's been wallowing in his own paranoia since our last encounter.  The recent precipitation combined with the muggy and humid air had left the streets positively sodden ever since last Thursday (Today's Wednesday by the way) and the lack of pedestr

I skulked my way through the dimly-lit streets, utterly bored at the lack of murderous opportunity lately. There were still twenty hours left until our little meeting, so why not have some fun? You see, been a sadomasochistic sociopath with hyper-violent tendencies and a literal compulsion to inflict as much suffering as physically possible makes slow days pretty damn painful. Killing low-level demons had lost its lustre and the humans were little better; it's ironic but the only joy I've gotten recently is from my bouts with Focalor. This is why this alliance puts me in even more of a predicament, I want nothing more than to accept and event

As the men trudged forward in what could only be described as a rabble, we finally arrived at the North gate into Evalice. Understandably the sight of a small army of muddied and armed men approaching your city is rather distressing and immediately the guards positioned upon the turrets hailed us in an abrupt manner. "Hey, what is going on here? Who are you people and what do you want?" He was obviously inexperienced and of a weak disposition judging from his nervous demands, but he was just doing his job after all. "We are a travelling band of novice warriors from the nearby town of Arcadia. We wish to seek an audience with the town's lor

The current year is 3495 Anno Domini. My name is (Although rather superfluous) Barnael, a so called "Fallen Angel" previously under the servitude of God. The location is Earth; now comprised of only one primary landmass, a super-continent known as "Neo-Pangaea" that is little more than a barren and arid wasteland. However, within this all-encompassing desert there remain eight remnants of human civilisation; titanic cities scattered across the globe that contain the depravity of humanity's current form in all their fallen glory. Despite the Earth been wracked with disaster upon disaster by God to punish humanity for their ever-growing arrogan

I recall the day in question rather vividly for it was my fourth birthday and like most children of this age I was in great anticipation for what gifts I may have been granted. My father however was apt at ignoring matters that he deemed unimportant; for he was  very callous and lacking in empathy. My mother more than substituted for this though, with her endless attention and amenity, bordering on a harmful level of care. She was always gifting me new toys and insuring that no harm came to me around the house. She personally paid the town's tutors to take care of me whilst she was away, along with the natural tutelage that they wer