Post by Priz on Oct 28, 2004 3:43:56 GMT -5
Ok. First of all, Delacrox isn't gonna be around forever. This is Astrail, or She/Her.
Noticed how people haven't been staying dead in a while? That is because I'm not around. I am Astrail, Fallen Angel of Death, Destruction, Pain, Suffering, Judgment and Fishing. Well, not the fishing part.
I was living the great life, Firey sword of destruction in hand, I had it all. I was one of the main people in heaven, then I talked to that lower-class angel, we had a few drinks, well... more than a few drinks, then he said something to me, not sure what though. Next thing I knew I was up before god, I threw down the firey sword...., gave God the finger, and now.... I'm banished, to the only place worst than hell. Earth. Now I search for a way to get back in.
My powers are a shadow of their former greatness, now I can float and if I concentrate on something to hard, I can kill it. No longer having the Firey sword I have gone for the more inconspicuous and almost as deadly magical sword that cannot be broken and freezes anyone it touches and a desert eagle. They don't strike fear into the hearts of the wicked the way the Firey Sword does.
I am also know by another name, one TPot might be more familiar with, Priz. You'll find out more about that later
Now? I want back in, and the only way I can do it, is by some great ritual. And, like all good rituals, I need a sacrifice. Guess who I've picked.
Noticed how people haven't been staying dead in a while? That is because I'm not around. I am Astrail, Fallen Angel of Death, Destruction, Pain, Suffering, Judgment and Fishing. Well, not the fishing part.
I was living the great life, Firey sword of destruction in hand, I had it all. I was one of the main people in heaven, then I talked to that lower-class angel, we had a few drinks, well... more than a few drinks, then he said something to me, not sure what though. Next thing I knew I was up before god, I threw down the firey sword...., gave God the finger, and now.... I'm banished, to the only place worst than hell. Earth. Now I search for a way to get back in.
My powers are a shadow of their former greatness, now I can float and if I concentrate on something to hard, I can kill it. No longer having the Firey sword I have gone for the more inconspicuous and almost as deadly magical sword that cannot be broken and freezes anyone it touches and a desert eagle. They don't strike fear into the hearts of the wicked the way the Firey Sword does.
I am also know by another name, one TPot might be more familiar with, Priz. You'll find out more about that later
Now? I want back in, and the only way I can do it, is by some great ritual. And, like all good rituals, I need a sacrifice. Guess who I've picked.
