Hell on Earth

[Aredhel]

((wow... took me so long to type up that reply that Maya got in that big one before me. Now I must respond!))

Thunder, whenever it strikes, gives off an undeniable energy. I felt my entire body tremor at the impact. It hadn't even hit me. I could only imagine what it was like for- Oh no. Please, by the Valar, let it not be-

"I nehtar," Aralin breathed.

My eyes widened, my mind went blank. Though it could not fully kill all of the demons, the Celebhith managed to push them back. Or that could have been Maya's latest light show. Please, please let her be alright.

"Maya!" I cried, falling to the ground beside her, forgetting about the demons. The full weight of everything hit me, a staggering force. I could finally feel the gashes covering my skin. I could feel the bruises. The loss of blood made me dizzy. I ignored it all.

"Maya!" I cried again, feeling the damned tears coming again. I couldn't watch her die. I couldn't watch her do this. "Lá á qala! Lá á qala, melon nin!"

But she was not dead. I saw what she carried and horror struck me. She was not dead - yet. She would sarcifice herself to do her duty. She would do whatever she had to to keep the earth from the forces of darkness.

"Aranehtar," I wept. "Merin umbartëcca né umbartënya. Merin sa."

I knew she did not speek Elvish but somehow I knew she understood. She could hear what I was saying, but it was too late. She knew it, I knew it. I could do nothing. And so I continued to weep brokenly amidst a circle of demons that would not advance upon the doomed soul before me.

"Cariëccë rantacca. Caruva rantanya." I leant down, knowing she would wake, but not knowing if I would see her before the end. "I Valar á varya tye. Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië, melon nin. Namárië."

I stood, the agonizing weight of my wounds and this new peril pushing down on me. I looked across the gathered masses. I saw the warriors of Isis. I saw the shifters, including the ancestors. I saw our motley crew, human demon and otherwise. I saw the living, I saw the dead. I saw pain, destruction. But I also saw hope. Amidst the darkness, I saw light.

"Haryin estel," came the voice of Aralin, still beside me. I had not noticed her. I was taken aback at how she looked; in the battle, I had not taken time to assess her injuries. She was as beaten as I, and that, it should be said, was very beaten. Blood was caked on her once-clean garments, her hair was matted to her face, and a grave expression adorned her features. But what she said held a more lasting impression. "Antiëccë nin estel."

And the weight lifted, as simple as that. There was hope. We would survive this, just as we survived the battles before us. I knew that Aralin was beside me as I moved towards the demons surrounding us.

"I raukor qaluva. Aurë entuluva," she said to me.

"Fioni morniëo," muttered darkly, holding aloft the Celebhith in one hand and my soul sabre in the other, "á tyavë ormën." Though I was weakened, I went at them with renewed vigour. The Celebith's power poured forth. I poured all of my energy into my attacks, forsaking all attempts to keep myself alive. I had already died once, what was another time? Perhaps this time I would find my way to Valimar, to the Halls of Mandos with others of my kin. And as I released myself, quietly I whispered "Mayan."

((translations:
I nehtar: the slayer
Lá á qala! Lá á qala melon nin!: Don't die! Don't die my friend!
Aranehtar: noble slayer
Merin umbartëlyë né umbartënya: I wish your fate (doom) was my fate (doom)
Merin sa: I wish it.
Cariëccë rantacca. Caruva rantanya: You have done your part. I will do my part.
I Valar á varya tye: May the Valar protect you
Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva: Maybe you will find Valimar. Maybe even you shall find it.
Namárië, melon nin. Namárië: Farewell, my friend. Farewell.
Haryin estel: I have hope
Antiëccë nin estel: You have given hope to me.
I raukor qaluva. Aurë entuluva: The demons will die. Day will come again.
Fioni morniëo, á tyavë ormën: Children [sons] of darkness, taste my wrath.
Mayan: for Maya

another elvish-intense post. Don't you love me? you know you do ))

[TPot]

"I don't need to understand elvish to know that someones ticked." I said. I saw a demon getting a bit close to Jessy. I moved inbetween her and it. "You don't want to do that." I threw my sword down it's throat. It choked. The sword kept going and hit something important. It died. My sword appeared in my hand. A little bit sticky.

[Jessy Jackson]

No. This was not happening. it couldn't be. They couldn't have. No. I knew, I had known that I would fall but the others couldn't. Not Mai, not now. And then it hit her. And I knew what was going to happen. Death for death. Power for weakness.

[Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison]

There's only so much one can do as an emotionless void. But something happened. At Maya's sacrifice, i found what I'd always been told to look for, but never found.

What had been at that point was a balance, a merging of the light and dark of my soul, sure. But not a true melding. The dark still outweighed the light.

Until Maya's sacrifice. I knew then that I had failed. A single tear slid down my face as I let out a mourn filled cry that froze every demon in view. In that moment, every light on the street went out. It was like a giant blanket had covered teh street, darkening it all as i bowed my head.

"My sister," I breathed, even that echoing around. "You're sacrifice...will not be in vain."

I rose my head, my face controted in fury Francois only wished he could gather, but controlled, directed.

At the things that had caused Maya's death. At the demons that threatened my world.

As one charged, my hand came up, pistol in hand. Holy bullet+fury of balanced being+demon stomach acids=explosion. I ignored the flames, though. No others would die.

It was time to end this. Now.

[TPot]

I looked at Maya. And then at demons. And demons ran. Straight at Doc. Who killed then very fast.

[Priz]

"That was not suposed to happen." I said. "Someone has been meddling in the force of life and death."

[Jack]

"What?" I asked. I shot another demon in the eye. I wasn't feeling to good. now. I was kinda tired.

[Jessy Jackson]

I dragged myself up. This was the end. But not of everything.

[Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison]

This was impossible. these things were just going to keep coming. Unless...

"It's a portal," I said slowly. "That's why pepper and Chimera brought them here. The girls wouldn't have the power. but their ancestors might."

(((Unless Maya's got something else planned. ;D)))

[Maya]

((Shes not dead dudes!! Dying, but not dead!! And i do have something planned ;D But it'll easily incorporate into what you just suggested.))

*Joshua*
"MAYA!" I cried. The moment the word was out, Aila's head turned in shock, and we both ran towards her, killing any demon in our way without a thought. "Maya? God no, Maya?" I gasped, gathering her into my arms and desperately checking for a pulse... for an awful moment i could feel nothing, but then... the slightest of things, but the pulse was there. Infrequent, weak, but exsistant.
"Dad?" Aila asked, sounding, for the first time, like a child.
"Shes alive." I replied, "She'll be ok, she'll be ok..."

*Maya*
I heard Aredhels pleas as if they were spoken in my own tongue. I heart the wailing cries of my families hearts, but i could not move. I could not see, and i could feel nothing, except... there was something building, deep inside me, flowing down my arm, and burning white hot in the stone in my palm. Hotter, hotter, goddess it hurt!
[Zeroc?] I sent out desperately, praying it would work [surround the city, dont let any of them get away!]
Hotter, hotter, hotter....

*third person*
Joshua gasped as the stone in his dying love's hand began to glow, first red, then white, getting brighter and brighter, until he had to shut his eyes against the blinding glare. The slayerettes near by took a step back as the light got still brighter, engulfing the nearest demon with an awful shriek. It spread, covering the entire battle field, the warriors of good covering their ears to block out the terrible sounds of dying demons...


((Ok, couple of notes:1 Mai not dead! 2. the light thing will not go past the battlefield, or down into their dimension, so once its gone, more can come out, so Doc's portal idea still applies- its just given us a major advantage basically. ;D ))

[Jessy Jackson]

I sat down again. White light steaming everywhere, the sound of death. Power was everywhere.


((( So I can't write long posts)))

[Arianna]

"Morta--Doc!" I yelled, "It is time to close the portal, I need a demon heart for an essence."

[Jessy Jackson]

I closed my eyes. Hearts? Eeew.

[TPot]

I grabbed a demon heart out of a dead demon. "Catch!" I yelled as I threw it.

[Aredhel]

I looked up sharply, hearing the words. Heart of demon for essense. For what? For the first time in a while, I concentrated on probing the thougths flying around, looking for one that belonged to the speaker. What in the hell would be a good use for demon heart essense?! And then I knew. Closing the portal. That's a pretty good cause.

"Mai ëa hón meralyë, ëa hón tuvuvalyë!" I shouted out, not caring if they understood or not. I looked at a demon. Various eyes stared back at me. Ok, maybe this wouldn't be as easy as I'd just made it sound. But, by the Valar, I would give her a heart.

I ducked under the demon, releasing the power of the Celebhith again.

"Fëar nin á tul! Nin á mahta!" And they came. And they fought. But it was not enough. I didn't expect it to be. I pulled out my soul sword. This was gonna hurt, and I wasn't just talking about the demon.

I jabbed upwards, taking a guess at where the heart would be. I was back in my youth, fighting off the demons that plauged our earth. This was how it all began, this was why I was a vampire. This was my duty, one that I would not relinquish. I would pay them back.

The demon screamed out in pain, and I knew I was close. I remembered a lesson, given to me by an elf my parents didn't know I was talking to. He taught me all about dmeons. I had over the years fogotten most of it, seeing as I never came across pure demons anymore. But I remembered something obscure, something about the children of Ungoliant, that I didn't think of before. Their hearts are located in the deepest part of their body, protected by layers upon layers of specially armoured skin. When that skin is pierced, they scream unlike any sound you have ever heard. In fact, it comes from their very heart, a reverberating noise meant to dissuade the attacker from continueing. It almost worked. Almost.

Ducking low to avoid a leg, I missed sight of the stinger coming at me. I didn't notice it until it slid through my abdomen. The poison would soon take effect, I knew. This was my final end, this was how it would be. But if I was going down, I would at least take this demon with me. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.

I forced myself to ignore the increasing weight in my feet, the way my movements became sluggish. This was indeed a potent toxin, but I would not give up. I needed that heart. Pulling myself up, I plunged my sword into the skin again, and was rewarded with more screaming noises. I tuned them out. Now for the messy part. I abandoned my blade, forcing my hands upwards into the literal belly of the beast. My hand gripped something soft. The heart was mine. I yanked down, and felt the tendrils tear, the heart came free, and the demon went rigid, then fell as I slipped out from under it. I had done my task.

It seemed that every demon stood in my way, but the others hacked through them as I made my way to the speaker, someone I had never met. I smiled as I handed over the deep black organ.

"I hón," I said quietly. I knew that somewhere in her mind, as a result of my unintended projections, she knew what it was. The heart.

It was the last thing I said before I fell. I was dimly aware of Aralin's scream of "Lá! Lá, selernya! Na tulca! Na tulca!" before I fell into sweet blackness.

((that's right, more translations!

Mai ëa hón meralyë, ëa hón tuvuvalyë!: If it is a heart you want, it is a heart you shall recieve!
Fëar nin á tul! Nin á mahta!: Spirits come to me! Fight for me!
I hón: the heart
Lá! Lá selernya! Na tulca! na tulca!: no! no my sister! Be strong! Be strong!

and that's it for a while))