A moment to remember..

[In God I Deliver]

The horizon played an event of timeless splendor across the landscape of Ayenee. Once again, after many a year, the land remained vigilant in it's awakened peace. Many fortunes and tales are spoken to travelers wide..heralded tales of beings, wars, and unforgivable nightmares that come to fruition. Indeed, life was as painful to live as it was beautiful to see. But how, many wonder, does life remain so ever perceivable in the hearts of the few? Why do individuals continue to calmly go day by day without even a hint of regret? Was there but anything to regret? Questions picked endlessly into the open air, freely distributed to God in all his grace..that which is he who did know all, he who hath known all, and he who had perceived all long before it came to be. Truly, this moment was as remarkable as the next.

Dirt was displaced beneath a bare foot as it planted firmly into the earth. The day was a young one. If only days like these could have never ended..if only. A perch was formed, elbow meeting the right knee as the figure of an unknown entity lurched over a cliff. Like a gargoyle, it remained steady and firm, it's gaze meandering over the rooftops of a nearby city. The life of a mortal eluded this being..much like a fading dream-scape that at it's peak, merely fades to black upon it's most precious moment. One would know this emotion flowing within the soul to be one of sadness. The demure, or more commonly known as lethargic, personality seemed to bellow out and form an aura. Those would empathy would feel this. It would be saddening.

The figure was none other than Tsi Kinetic. The man of legend, a single entity, with the power to destroy entire cities, villages, continents. Why has not this man taken it upon himself to be named King? Why not simply do what others have failed to do in the past? Simply, Tsi is a creature of God. His hand is that of the Lord. His actions speak only of the Lord. Lastly, his power is given from the Lord. To protect and serve. To preserve justice where the weak are being defiled by the corruption of evil. This is the life Tsi had willingly chosen to live.

A sigh escaped him, leaving the chest to heave out a guttered moan. No longer the rambunctious youth he'd once longed to remain as forever, Tsi had aged. Though time told no tales when it cames to looks, his wisdom and personality have developed eccentrically. No longer the taciturn and tenacious strategist, Tsi had become a more tenacious and crotchety sage of sorts, offering his wisdom along the land freely. Yet, there was something that still escaped him. It seethed through his fingers as if squeezing water. There was no way to hold it, no way to contain it. There was much deliberation on this topic many a night, linking notions here and there as to the current status of his heart. It had been broken so many times, betrayed so many times, and battered upon as relentlessly as a storm beat a wayward ship stranded in the ocean. This moment, was truly, one to remember..

The truth behind this heartache, though continuously being as pervasive as a hog turning itself into bacon, was of his inability to be 'human'. Metallic wings donned him, increasing his standing height from 6'0 to nearly 7'5. The Kinetic/Seraphim hybrid lowered his foot from the perch, dusting his pants with a palm. The spare dust lingered in the wind. He thought back..thought back to times when he had questioned his Lord.

"...Why must I continue to serve you, my Lord? Cannot I do such deeds as a human? Why not can I live as a mortal?"

"Because, my son. You are my most faithful servant. You were created as an Angel, the highest of my breed...the Seraphim. Your purpose in life is not to question my decree, but to fulfill what you've chosen to fulfill."

"But Lord! I have vanquished the evil Bane! I have continued to serve willingly and yet I feel punished! I love the people of this land, I love the fact that they too can live and die!"

"You cannot die so easily. You are powerful by your own volition. You do not wield this power without mercy, without wisdom. Bane did not see this..Bane is corrupt. You did what you needed to do and continue to do so. Why do you question me?"

"Lord..forgive my questioning. I merely wish to feel blood in my veins, to feel the emotions humans have that we do not. I want to die...die of old age. I want to grow up and live a natural life. I do not want to continue making friends, only to see them die! It is a curse my Lord, a curse!"

".......-God did not answer-"

"Lord...Do not forsake me!"

Thus, he continued to stand there, remembering times past.
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[Tifferzzz]

This city of Ayenee, it's brilliance, was also it's esteemed downfall. Many times it had been pushed to its very limits in an attempt of domination or extinction (depending on which race sought to either end or own every person in existence.) Regardless of the past the city still stood strong, though still the broken city of corruption and separation. The Ayenee that used to be was once strong and bound between races and clans. The powerful held the strong front that kept it continuously running and thriving as if it were a living being.

The strong front had fallen.

Somehow, be it God's work or simple chance, the city did not lay in ruin. It hadn't completely fallen to the level of absolute darkness and dismay. There were still a chosen few who lingered from the past in an attempt to rekindle the links that had been broken for so long.

How had everyone fallen from each other? It used to be that each person was integrated in a bond that seemed it could not be broken. Yet here the remains of the past lay in buildings of skyscrapers and fortunes that could not be acquired by any other means than inheritance.

Inheritance from death.

And from the many deaths, and the many inheritances that had passed fortunes down the line, Ayenee had managed to keep the rich and the poor as separated as night and day.

God? Not in this city. If there were such a being it did not live nor even visit here. This place was a fallen haven of hell that the foresaken had managed to all encompass.

But what of the temple, you ask? The one on the corner of ForeRunner and Magrid? The one that's been set on fire in four different situations and still managed to remain standing?

Luck. That was the only plausible explanation. For what type of God would allow a sanctuary built for it to be completely disgraced and vandalized?

No God would allow that.

Regardless of the faith that didn't exist in this city, a few hopefuls still remained. They longed for the past. They prayed for the links of history to be rebuilt, to be reborn.

Of those solemn few, one stood in the encompassing shadows of the entryway of this temple. Because it was a tall structure of stone, not much had burnt except for every flammable object from within. Some restoration had been attempted and as such there were various pieces of plastic, pails of paint, ladders, and generally everything else someone would need to completely renovate a hopeless project.

With arms folded, she stood but did not enter. The wind snagged the leather coat flapping it irritably about her. A dark visage and even darker eyes penetrated the blackness that hovered over the temple like a fog. She stood there as if she was expecting someone, though that person would undoubtedly never appear in a place such a this.

~How much longer...~ the voice in her head questioned. ~How much longer will you allow this to continue?~

 

[In God I Deliver]

In the twisted world, Tsi would have been revered as a villain. In this world, he longed to be a saint. Neither could he become a martyr nor a God himself, but did he care? Nay. Tsi bent further over the cleft of rock and soil he had perched on earlier when thinking this.

"It's much like a fairy tale that the humans tell their mortal children. A city, near a town, in a forest, completely oblivious to the outside world..or are they really?"

The town below the cliff was rank with the odor of deception. Tsi personally had never visited many locations in his time in Ayenee, however he has known a great deal of many townships altogether. This particular establishment was a haven for mediocrity in depth-less rubbish. The oculars which rolled ceaselessly in his head would paint a picture of this place with ease. Like a hawk, soaring over the horizon and landscape to devour every scrap of information this little town had to offer. It may not have been a big town much near the central of Ayenee's likes, yet it did have it's own belief structure. Most little areas would be considered untouched or even untainted by the volleys of evil and darkness that weighed so heavily during war.

...This town however, was tainted...

The smell was much like rancid flesh to the nose of a mortal. Sin corrupted the nostrils of the holy and made them all the more disgusted. Tsi however, understood sin. He has seen sin first hand, committed sin, destroyed sin. His figure shifted forward, planting a foot firmly down the steep, yet outwardly protruding, cliffside. It would have been a wonderful scene had anyone been around to watch, literally surfing the soil downward with such speed, n'er missing a beat or article of balance.

The rocks bounded after his heels as they were dug up, hitting the soil harder and faster than he. When he did however reach the bottom of this edifice, he would have noticed the beaten path that lead to the citizenry. Apparently, from his overhead gaze, there was a monolith erected to benefit the 'god'. Whether or not it was the God he served was to be questioned and answered at his own discretion. Like the lambs to the slaughter, he felt impulsed to continue forward. One might consider him reckless..daring even. How, in these days, would a city handle such a magnificent creature? It was not arrogance on his behalf to think of such 'magnificence', but simply fact.

"...As they say, 'here goes nothing'. Right?" to no one in particular.

And thus, the beated path became more famous than it had ever been in it's full lifetime, having now bred the steps of Tsi Kinetic..

...and as they say in famous stories..

"....It Comes..."
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[Tifferzzz]

Was it a benefit to be immortal? To see the ones that you cared for either depart and forget of your existence...or to perish before you? Movies had idolized the undead to such an extent that the mortal youth attempted to become of the thing that she, and so many people of her past were. They thought it a blessing to be a vampire, or 'cool' to be a werewolf, when the reality of the matter was that time didn't exist for them....the undead. Each day ran into the next until none mattered. One never ending moment in time. With only memories carrying a person throughout the day, their existence became futile.

Horrors of the past had merged with the present.

Each building had a history that left it painted in blood. Specifically the 'Tower' had been the central location of nearly everything that was wrong with this city. It created a spread of corruption and greed that had filled nearly every corner and crevice of this city until the city itself became a thriving being of death and hate.

Why remain in a city that had become such a sickness upon itself? For her, the only end was either the past re-emerging and re-correcting the wrongs, or for the city to burn to the ground to never rebuild.

Either one was fine by her. It would create an end.

She knew before he arrived that he was there. When people lived in a constant state of combat, it became a necessary reflex to always be aware of what's around you...at all times.

She quickly became aware of two things. The first being that whomever, or whatever it was that was nearing her was doing so at an incredible pace. The second one she became aware of through a sudden wave of sadness that flowed over her so suddenly she knew it to be a result of whatever was approaching.

The wind seemed to protest and beat more fiercely against the entrance of the temple. Clouds of dust blew through the open crevices of where some of the windows used to be. Small cyclones of wind that danced across the dark floor as if in praise of the unseen being arriving.

She had to wonder, had her questioning finally brought a resolution from above? Was this even possible when this city had been so abandoned by anything heavenly?

She wouldn't have been stunned to see the Devil, himself, strutting about the great city.

Surprisingly it hadn't happened yet.

The dark eyes remained on the stained glass window as more questions rampaged her mind. A sudden presence unlike anything that's been here, in a great long while, had just randomly appeared. And this had all happened at the moment that she asked how long 'He' was going to let it continue?

With her back to the approacher and a pleased dark smile of hope glinting her eyes she wondered, ~Has the end of Ayenee finally come?~

 

[In God I Deliver]

(Just an OOC prod. I haven't forgotten about this Roleplay, yet I couldn't get on the forum for a number of days for some reason. Kept telling me technical difficulties o.o. Anyway, I'll post as soon as I can find time between work)
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