Post by Div/ Bane on Aug 7, 2009 8:35:21 GMT -8
The night was young as the tall figure walked through the graves, signs of death and destruction in the past and markers of souls. The dark man stopped, and as the moonlight struck his eyes, a green flash spread out, an earie pulse wave that lit the quiet scene. He stopped and ran one pail hand through his purple hair, then knelt next to one of the graves. The tombstone simply read: B.A.N.E.
Ever since the moonlit midnight in the church, Div had felt a knawing in the back of his mind, like something wasn't quite right. Something in the past just didn't fit, like a puzzle that was almost complete with the exception of a single piece that just wouldn't go in the hole provided. Something was wrong, and the nagging feeling in his head had lead the demon to this tombstone. He sat and stared at it, those green eyes glinting in the pale light of the moon above. He set one hand on the dirt where BANE's body was.
"What the hell did you plan, BANE? You and I bannished Drell to another dimmension... and you..."
Then it came to him. The demon bolted upright, staring down at the grave that had been there since the battle years and years ago. When Bane was defeated, Drell OBLITERATED the man, scattering his limbs accross the planes, if 'limbs' was a appropriate term for 'molecules'. There was nothing in the grave.
Div spread his arms, acting out of curiosity, he HAD to know what BANE had planned. As the air grew thick with electricity, the dirt began to ascend from the hole in a perfect rectangle where the 'coffin' would have been. Out it came, a box so black that it looked more like a shadow than an actual object. No reflection marred its perfect contenance as Div rased it from the earth and set it down next to the hole.
On top of the black box was an inscription in silver, written in a very thin cursive.
If you are reading this message, then by no doubt a lot of time has passed. Possibly even a hundred years... Div, It came to me in a vision that the human race in a hundred years would become stagnant, and cloud the skies with fumes as humanity its-self grew like a wildfire. I cannot let this pass, but to say that the human race needs destroying would be too much like what Drell said, by this time, so many years ago. I knew that you would still be here, because like myself, you have great ties to this place, this haven for the wierd and unexplainable.
Div stopped reading for a moment, trying to comprehend exactly what it was that his old teacher wanted him to do. Was Bane, the greatest demon-slayer to ever have lived, asking him to kill humans??? It just didn't make any sense.
It is this place that will be the beginning and the end of a great war that must be started. You, my pupil, were prophesised to be both a savior and a destroyer... YOU must start the war. Regrettably, it also means that you will have to play the villain for a time. By attacking industrial centers, and houses of government, you can quickly make the infrastructure of the very human race crumble in on its-self. From there, those who will challenge you will rebuild. This cycle of creation and destruction are a necessary step of life that will, in one hundred years, not have been felt for a full thousand. You must end it... the people will hate you for it, but such an action must be done. God speed, my most faithful student.
Div, not being able to stand the sight of the damn thing anymore, dropped it back in the hole and covered it in a matter of seconds. Bane of was asking him to become a villain and kill humans so that the human race might bann together and rebuild. It made sense, but it sickened the demon that it had come to this.
He turned and walked out of the graveyard, spreading his wings wide in the darkness... it was his job to start the war... to set the world on fire.
Ever since the moonlit midnight in the church, Div had felt a knawing in the back of his mind, like something wasn't quite right. Something in the past just didn't fit, like a puzzle that was almost complete with the exception of a single piece that just wouldn't go in the hole provided. Something was wrong, and the nagging feeling in his head had lead the demon to this tombstone. He sat and stared at it, those green eyes glinting in the pale light of the moon above. He set one hand on the dirt where BANE's body was.
"What the hell did you plan, BANE? You and I bannished Drell to another dimmension... and you..."
Then it came to him. The demon bolted upright, staring down at the grave that had been there since the battle years and years ago. When Bane was defeated, Drell OBLITERATED the man, scattering his limbs accross the planes, if 'limbs' was a appropriate term for 'molecules'. There was nothing in the grave.
Div spread his arms, acting out of curiosity, he HAD to know what BANE had planned. As the air grew thick with electricity, the dirt began to ascend from the hole in a perfect rectangle where the 'coffin' would have been. Out it came, a box so black that it looked more like a shadow than an actual object. No reflection marred its perfect contenance as Div rased it from the earth and set it down next to the hole.
On top of the black box was an inscription in silver, written in a very thin cursive.
If you are reading this message, then by no doubt a lot of time has passed. Possibly even a hundred years... Div, It came to me in a vision that the human race in a hundred years would become stagnant, and cloud the skies with fumes as humanity its-self grew like a wildfire. I cannot let this pass, but to say that the human race needs destroying would be too much like what Drell said, by this time, so many years ago. I knew that you would still be here, because like myself, you have great ties to this place, this haven for the wierd and unexplainable.
Div stopped reading for a moment, trying to comprehend exactly what it was that his old teacher wanted him to do. Was Bane, the greatest demon-slayer to ever have lived, asking him to kill humans??? It just didn't make any sense.
It is this place that will be the beginning and the end of a great war that must be started. You, my pupil, were prophesised to be both a savior and a destroyer... YOU must start the war. Regrettably, it also means that you will have to play the villain for a time. By attacking industrial centers, and houses of government, you can quickly make the infrastructure of the very human race crumble in on its-self. From there, those who will challenge you will rebuild. This cycle of creation and destruction are a necessary step of life that will, in one hundred years, not have been felt for a full thousand. You must end it... the people will hate you for it, but such an action must be done. God speed, my most faithful student.
Div, not being able to stand the sight of the damn thing anymore, dropped it back in the hole and covered it in a matter of seconds. Bane of was asking him to become a villain and kill humans so that the human race might bann together and rebuild. It made sense, but it sickened the demon that it had come to this.
He turned and walked out of the graveyard, spreading his wings wide in the darkness... it was his job to start the war... to set the world on fire.