SCAR Posted May 27, 2014 Share Posted May 27, 2014 Cast ||Name|| Satan ( Ruler of Hell ) ||Satan|| ||Human Form|| Name|| Atsuo AKUMA ||Age|| Unknown ||Position|| Seke ||Satan’s theory|| The world is the domain of the lust of the flesh, which is the sinful longings for physical pleasures—everything from gluttony to drunkenness to sexual sin to chemical highs Satan’s ultimate goal for believers is typically a compromised and fruitless life beset by heresy, sin, and ultimately death. ||History|| The history of Satan began with riches and honor. Satan had a glorious future. Then he became jealous and proud and refused to repent which turned his future dark. The events of history continue as Satan comes to earth and tries to become the god of this world. He had caused more sorrow, pain, and death than any other individual in the history of the world. He delights in destruction. Satan would like to destroy every person on earth. Satan was created by God thousands of years ago as a perfect angel. Satan was called Lucifer and he lived in heaven. Lucifer was above every other angel in heaven. His appearance was beautiful and dazzling. He radiated light and glory and was covered with gold and shimmering jewels. Lucifer was the Chief Covering angel and worked in the throne room of God. He spent a lot of time with God the father and Jesus Christ. They were very close to each other and were in perfect harmony. Just over 7,000 years ago God and Jesus had a private meeting and Lucifer was not included. Lucifer became jealous and set out on a campaign to prove that he was above Jesus. Lucifer began to be proud of his own glory and wisdom. Lucifer was thrown out of heaven, along with the angels who had chosen to follow him. He got the name Satan after he was thrown out of heaven. He is also called the devil. Satan is now a sinful, fallen angel. He has lived on this earth for about 6,000 years. But Satan has lived in the spirit world and most of the time he has not been visible to people on earth. Very soon the devil will leave the spirit world and will appear on earth in a visible form. Then he will be called the beast. “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” ||Additional|| An untamed Werewolf… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asakura-Sama Posted May 27, 2014 Share Posted May 27, 2014 > ”Every quiet man hides a boiling Pot inside, that no one can deny.” Name: Masato Suiiji Age: 23 Position: Seke Personality: Has a very low presence, but has a mysterious charisma that makes you want to get allured by it. Nevertheless, he was a normal guy, he’s rarely noticed by the crowd surrounding him, but neither does he care. He has a moody nature, but when it comes to his studies he was top notch, he was serious about it, taking up history as his main course. But the more uptight thing about his true nature is that, he’s a pure Realist, a person who tends to view or represent things as they really are accordingly. He doesn’t have a religion nor an idol to worship, he only believes on facts, based from the things that science could explain alone, practically you could say his married to his own profession. Although his serious, he also has a glee nature, up springing a few laughs from friends, especially to his best friend, while having a few drinks from hangouts. He’s still able to find joy and amusement despite his strict educational discipline, you’ll never even know that his smart, because of how he always have this carefree aura all the time. History: He was an adopted child, but to be more precise he was an unwanted son, he was a mistress son. A child whose mother was a flesh merchant every night. But because his father was so ashamed by it, His own father just stated under his documents that he was his adopted child, by doing so, He could take in Masato after his mother died without causing any fuse and problems. Nevertheless in the beginning it was never a problem to him, he doesn’t longed to be accepted, but surprisingly he was merrily acknowledged, maybe because his father’s legitimate family knew nothing about his true identity. So this is what he meant by not making any fuse nor problems, so in a way he was still grateful. Upon being acknowledged and all, he could still feel his very own old man that has his flesh and blood running through him, look at him with disgust. But he just swept it all with a smile and got along with his father’s own family. That’s right, he went by with a smile every day, he doesn’t need pity, nor mental sentiment over his boring story, he just remained as a good and quiet child. But…. every quiet man hides a boiling Pot inside, that no one can deny. > Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted May 28, 2014 Share Posted May 28, 2014 "Life asked Death 'Why do people love me but hate you?' Death replied 'Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.' Name: Death/Thanatos Age: Unknown Position: Seme Personality: Having been around for so long that keeping track of how old he is has long since become pointless, little holds interest for him anymore. Yet the few things that catch his interest, kind find that he can be disturbingly focused on it. His recent fixation has been that he's come to the realization that he feels unsatisfied and so seeks to find out why and how to get rid of the dissatisfaction. Primarily he's very serious and blunt, though has a very dry and sarcastic sense to humor (and needless to say dark) and much like any predator finds a chase to be passingly amusing for a time before it just becomes an annoyance. History: Having always been for as long as creation of any kind started, or maybe even before then, he has seen the rise and fall of many life forms and beings. The most recent being the whole situation involving God and his prideful brat of a creation Lucifer, Satan, or whatever the child calls himself. God and himself have talked many times and while not a friendship there is an understanding and acceptance between the two. After all, even God has acknowledged that one day he to shall die, but that does not mean he fears Death. When Lucifer fell, Death thought nothing of it. But now, with things changing and becoming unstable it has become a faint concern of his which has brought him to look into it while also continuing to search for satisfaction. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady.Taser Posted May 29, 2014 Share Posted May 29, 2014 Name: Lucient Age: 2465 years Position: Uke Personality: Lucient is a blood thirsty being with no love for those from a realm where light can reach. Purity disgusts him as does weakness. He enjoys using sarcasm when he is in a good mood, however when his mood turns the sarcasm turns to anger and there is the chance of beings dieing. It would be hard to count how many he had killed in throes of anger. He is easily bored and always hope for things that are more entertaining to come along, though often he ends up torturing and destroying them. History: Among the Demon realm he was born into a prestigious family, however showed a level of darkness and insanity at a young age that was far beyond what his parents expected. He was sent off to learn from the Yokai commander of that time, a time when the armies were even more of a survival of the fittest. He quickly rose the ranks and stood beside the commander and before long succeeded the commander upon the demon's death. While he is skilled with both his magic and the blade it is more often the whip he carries on his hip that he uses on unfortunate souls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tama Posted May 31, 2014 Share Posted May 31, 2014 Name: Wormwood Off-duty: Age: Several Thousand Years Old Position: Seke. Personality: Where the rest of Hell's captains pride themselves on their cruelty, ability with violence and their sadistic natures, Wormwood prides himself on efficiency, coolness, and a clinic approach that is untainted by passion. He is also quite vain, with a well manicured appearance, wearing suits, ties and other finery, even in the ashy pits of hell; off work, he wears a kimono. Beneath this cool exterior, however, a manipulative, domineering devil lurks, punishing those who do not live up to his Master's...satisfaction, keeping the lower generals of Hell in line and for this, he is often nicknamed "The Master's Right Hand." For lack of a better word he is Satan's closest servant, carrying out every whim of his Master, and much of his Master's pride and ethos has worn off on him; he is sarcastic, calculating, and an expert strategist, taskmaster and all round planner. In short, whilst Satan may rule Hell, most of the work falls to Wormwood. And some have begun to wonder whether Wormwood serves Satan in other, more debauched ways. History: Not much is known of Wormwood's past. Whilst some suggest that the comparatively young devil is from one of the great houses of Hell, others have wondered if he fell into sin from the world of humans, given his surprisingly normal appearance for a devil. Either way, he was soon noted for his ability to deal with the great influxes of those that enter damnation every day, and, whether Satan took him purely for this, or for other, less tangible talents, is unknown. Either way, since that day, Wormwood has served dutifully, soon becoming Satan's sole assistant, and has, for the main part, stayed on his Master's good side, although those that have seen him unclothed suggest that Satan's ire has left marks upon his otherwise surprisingly pure skin. Wormwood is never seen without a battered metal clipboard, and smokes on occasion. He does not carry a weapon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
InkompleteWish Posted June 1, 2014 Share Posted June 1, 2014 Name: Yoru Kurai (surname first) Age: 23 Position: Seke (leaning towards uke though) Personality: Kurai has a split personality. His soft side only shows when interacting with his childhood friend. His worse side is constantly out though, treating everyone like trash and lowly insects. It would be best if humanity would just die, just his childhood friend shall life since the other is an angel send from above to Kurai. Suiiji had always been with him and showed him that friendship still existed in this world. Thus Kurai got a little complex over his trusted friend. Even his bad side favoured the other human. If anyone should harm his friend, then there would be hell comming down to earth for the offender. History: The Yoru family was only existing in the registeres of the government. To Kurai it wasn't a family and his parents only saw him as a slave. Years of abuse had made Kurai twisted and crazy. If it weren't for the friend that he met in kindergarten. The other saved him kinda and Kurai promised himself to survive his parents torture to give his life for his friend. If one human desered such an act from the antisocial Kurai, then it was his childhood friend. The delinquent even made sure to get into the same schools as his friend. Additional: A free living snake named Poison. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted June 14, 2014 Share Posted June 14, 2014 NAME:Ariqiel Nyx AGE:Unknown POSITION: Seme //Though angels are creatures of heaven, who's to say all are pure// PERSONALITY: Ariqiel was a loyal, yet curious angel who expected all to go his way. With even the slightly hint of disobedience to his asking, the dark haired angel would become highly upset. Ariqiel was utterly selfish to biding to others needs; that had gotten old when his Savior asked upon him for certain tasks. Now all the angel was in search for was the pleasure of sins. It wouldn't be expected of him, which was exactly what he wished for. HISTORY: Ariqiel had been at the helping hand of God for some time now. At every beckon and call the angel would go to assist his Savior, relishing in every moment of said performance. At this some point in paradise, Ariqiel was corrupted with the ways of Satan. The story of the wise, yet foolish, Guardian had struck curiosity in the dark haired angel. Of course if such thoughts were known, the long haired male would be cast from heaven; so it was a thought that he'd forever carry on. That was...Until he was given a chance to commit such dark acts. With loyalty and respect given to him, the ruler of all angels had given him the privilege to watch over earth. Of course he would do so, but in his own way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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SCAR Posted June 15, 2014 Author Share Posted June 15, 2014 In a dark room lit with fine strands of moonlight falling through the cracks of a life size window, a dark silhouette of an approximately 6 feet tall man leaning against the wall can be seen if concentrated. “I have to do something soon…uh!” with pain in voice, twisting and turning sides a voice spoke softly. Looking outside the window he twitched in pain as his eyes encountered scenes which he shouldn’t have…”w..what do I do now…” pushing himself back he said. “Nnh!.... Haa…. Ha…a.a..” His silvery black eyes were sparkling brightly as he moaned in pleasure, his hands giving him pleasure temporarily. “I have to …haa…. S-Something soon!” … “Ahh..” “I need to call Wood” …. Struggling to stand straight … “W-wood!” Akuma called for his assistant whom he trusted the most. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asakura-Sama Posted June 17, 2014 Share Posted June 17, 2014 The history of mankind… Was always a failure yet essential for the future, that’s why we must know, what we had in the past. We must always remember. Just like how having an enemy is like, we can forgive them. ”but we should never forget…” ::Clank:: ”hey! Dude are you still alright?? You look tipsy now” ”Me? Tipsy? I could still drink” with slender fingers he grabbed the glass that the man just stole from him. The music around was loud and rough, but he paid it no mind and continued drinking away, and laughing around, with his chin resting upon on his palm, as he drown in drugtive flashing lights and alcohol. ”Your not alright, you better go home now” one of his drinking buddies tried to take away the drink of the man in glasses, but it tried to protest, but as soon as the glass was taken, he knocked down on the counter table, as he kept of mumbling and laughing like how the drunkard would. ”ah damn dude where is his phone.” the other man tried to get the phone while the other tried to calm the drunkard. ”better call his friend, Masato was knocked out K.O., tell that to his friend, tell him to come and pick this drunkard up.” With frowning expression the other man browse through his phone. ”is this it?” he flashed the phone to his companion. ”Kurai? Yeah that one tell him to come and pick this trash up please.” The man pressed the dial button than it started ringing. By the sudden mention of the name, Masato started shouting in the bar Kurai-chan? KURAI-CHAN!~~~” ”ah please hurry up, this man is a burden when his drunk” the man said while still trying to calm the man making a scene. ”I know I know it’s ringing….” the man said in a troubled look. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tama Posted June 20, 2014 Share Posted June 20, 2014 He knew, even as he woke, that these next hours was not going to be good. There was something in the air, such that hell had it, a fell wind blowing. Certainly something that hadn't been there a few hours ago, when he'd curled into place on one of the threadbare sofas in his Master's house. He rolled over, sighing, long fingers stroking through his tousled hair, the red light of the never ending fires outsides a permanent bloody scarlet. He sat up, admiring his reflection. For a devil, not a bad looking one, not cursed with the hooves or scales or more...unpalatable changes to his body. To say he was vain was...not inaccurate, but more...part of the job. Only two long horns jutted up and back, black as ebony. Wormwood had always kept odd hours, sleeping like a cat, a few hours there, a few hours there. It suited his job. Awake when he needed to, rather than awake and sleeping in blocks. And right now... He got to his feet, sniffing the air. His clipboard. He checked it quickly, the blood still fresh. A punishment for slanderers and the like, to have their false words cut into their body. It served as a decent ink, and there was something...perversely traditional about it. The Master had his odd little quirks, and Wormwood was not one to question them. He strode along the corridor, taking a couple of notes from passing demons, signing them and handing them back, before entering the Master's quarters. The Master's voice, distant, husky. Gasps. Ah. That was his problem? And his name...well, part of his name. The Master had never been one to attach petnames to his subjects, except a few that, well...performed a service as he did...another, a call of his name. Dripping with arousal that must be quenched at any cost. Ah, so the Master was in a...carnal mood. Well, the Master must be served. Even and especially in that respect. He let the coat slip from his back-after all, it was just another layer to remove later, and stepped smartly into the room, clipboard under his arm. "You called, my Master?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted June 21, 2014 Share Posted June 21, 2014 Honestly. What prompted an intelligent being to create such a pathetic race as the humans? He can think of a few others that are just as bad or maybe even worse, but overall it's mankind that's shown itself to be the most scared of death besides the supposed gods and immortals. Pausing to think about that while gathering up his next delivery of souls, he corrects himself nodding. Those are the most pathetic, but not by much. Mankind and those higher beings both think of themselves as invincible until confronted by him and then try to do whatever they can to avoid him. Scoffing internally he adds the last one to his lineup in chains for the Christian version of Hell. With an unheard sigh he leads the way into a portal opening into Hell where the souls he's delivering will be separated by their main sin and sent off to that particular level. On the whole, Thanatos reflects, it's a tad befitting and one of the better versions he's come across. Well, one of the more amusing for him to visit anyway so long as he doesn't have to deal with God's spoiled brat of a fallen angel. He can't help but wonder if God intends to keep this whole thing going until Lucifer really does snap out of the tantrum he's throwing, or just wait until mankind goes extinct. Either way should prove mildly interesting at least. Humming the walk of death to amuse himself while ignoring the souls whining and pleading behind him, he stops at the drop off point and lets someone else take over. As he turns to leave, there's a moment to where he pauses head turning slightly to look down into hell over his shoulder, before continuing on. "Not my problem. There are more interesting pursuits in the other plane." He murmurs to himself ignoring the sensation of Hell being offkilter to go back and find some entertainment amongst the humans. It's always amusing to him to find how humans always find him irresistible and yet terrifying when he allows himself to be seen. There have even been a few brave, or foolish, enough to come up to him. It's the ones that actually show their interest though that amuse him enough to pass some time with them. With that thought in mind he wanders around visible looking for a few humans to entertain himself with. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted June 21, 2014 Share Posted June 21, 2014 Ariqiel spun in a circle, laughter erupting from his throat as he briefly examined the environment around him. The dark haired man was now on earth, and he couldn't be more excited. Although he knew of his mission, which was to not let Satan prevail, Ariqiel was more set on enjoying his time as a ruler of the mere human. Enjoying the sins that he could no longer commit whilst in heaven. What was he to do next? Go in search of the dark ruler, or blend in with society? Albeit the savior's demands comes first, Ariqiel chose the later to not bring any attention to himself, or so that is what he would say was the reason. "Satan...can you hear me speak?" The angel teased, taking a step forward to a flashing building. It surely attracted him. Was this how human were? Full of curiosity and confusion. "Hm, I might as well do something while I can. It's not like I am able to find Lucifer if he doesn't show himself. I'll have to wait til the time is right." The long haired man spoke, pushing his black locks behind his ear and joining the bodies dancing in the club. Within moments a scene caught his attention. A pole, woman, and nudity it what it was. "Hm, pornography I suppose. Nudity, whatever." He spoke, waving his hand in a dismissal way. "Who knew such a dance could be so alluring." Ariqiel cackled, just enjoying his time. Was it his fault for being tempted by such acts? God was the one to hide all sin from him. To never let him see with his own eyes. "You said it would always protect me, but will it now since I am faced with it?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady.Taser Posted June 27, 2014 Share Posted June 27, 2014 Footsteps echoed down the dark, empty hallway. A lone figure walked down there with purpose, his long black hair flowing behind him. Lucient had his whip out and every few steps he would use it to strike at a whip, trying to dispell his anger before he reached his destination. Before others he would. try to keep calm and uninterested in what they were talking about so when alone he would seethe in his emotions. Lucient could feel things were different in Hell and he was angry that he still wasn't able to unleash the demons on the world. It wasn't as though the humans deserved to live, well half of them would probably love the chance to be a demon or an oni in Hell. He walked out of the corridor into a large open training ground where the more human looking demons were training. On the far side of the training ground there was a raised platform and Lucient walked straight towards it. The whip now wrapped around his hand as he glided across the ground, an explosion or two going off as some of the younger demons practiced controlling the fire magics. Walking onto the platform he looked down of the demon that was restrained there. Silence descended as they all turned to look as the demons punishment began to start. Without any pretense the lashes began. Whispers had been going round all morning as to why the demon was chained. The truth was he had shown mercy to a human he was meant to corrupt and as a consequence the human's soul had been taken by the angels. The demon stood up well to the punishment, not crying out until the whip was striking torn, tattered and bloody ribbons of flesh with each strike. Lucient kept striking until the demon had collapsed and lost conciousness, possibly on the verge of death. Gazing coldly at the unmoving body on the floor he turned and strode away back towards the corridor. His anger slightly appeased, however now he had another whim he needed to satisfy. A smile curled on his face as he hooked the whip onto his belt as he sought more pleasurable pursuits. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
InkompleteWish Posted June 28, 2014 Share Posted June 28, 2014 Kurai yawned, stopping his typing. The last few days have been quite hectic so to speak. As a human he had to attend college and work part time too since he didn't get any money from his so called 'parents'. It was already a blessing that the student was able to find an affordable flat for himself. Instead of working like any other normal student, Yoru had taken up the business as informant. It wasn't hard to hack into a yakuza network and get some juicy information’s. Of course he went with a codename and made sure nobody would be able to track him. For an informant the payment was good and for a student even better. With the money he got from some rather shady people, he was able to pay his flat as well as his own school fees. What shall a boy do if nobody helped him, of course he would drift into a much darker world only to get some money. And Kurai was just happy for it; it brought some entertainment in his own life. Shall humanity kill itself, Kurai didn't care who died due to the information’s he is giving out. In a way, they probably had it coming anyway. It wasn't unusual that he stayed home most of the day. Why should he go drinking with bugs anyway? His typing stopped yet again however, when he heard the ringtone of his own handy. With a sigh he picked it up and looked at the caller id. It was usually only Masato that called him since he wouldn't give his handy number out to others anyway but it was always better to check. "What can I do for you Masato?" he asked in a slightly happier voice. Only to reel back with a large frown on his face. "What is it trash? Why are you calling from Masato's phone." he all but barked into his phone. It was already late at night so he guessed that his best friend went drinking with some others. Now Kurai was already able to come up with an explanation himself. Masato was probably drunk. It wasn't often but if his friend went drinking it would always end up like this. A small hiss told him that Poison wandered in through the gap of his open window again. The snake would usual visited him now and then. "Hey boy." he greeted his animal friend and let the snake coil around his wrist. Poison was a nice snake that somehow understood what humans said, he was only nice to Kurai and Masato (though both of them usually stayed away from each other). Poison was sometimes the only company that Kurai had. The phone still in hand, he finished his work and shut his laptop down. He had been at it for two hours already so he guessed it was fine to stop for today. Besides Yoru probably had to get Masato from a club somewhere. "Tell me where you are and I get him. Don't let him leave your sight, got it scum? Wait till I am there and don't try anything funny." he told the random guy that called him and hung up on said guy after being told the place. Masato was sometimes pretty reckless. Now Yoru needed to get him with his shitty old car that he got from the garbage dump. It was still working and driving rather good but it was old as shit. And hey it was for free since nobody stopped him when he stole- I mean - get it of course. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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