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 Levin, NZ - Rest in Pieces ((Taryn/Open))
AZRAEL
Posted: Dec 30 2011, 09:24 PM


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It was bound to attract Azrael's attention, and the attention of her Reapers.

Hundreds of deaths in the isolated New Zealand town of Levin, all within hours of each other, and all carrying with them the sense of sorrow and gravity that only violent deaths could generate. That many lives taken in such a short amount of time sent ripples through the spiritual realm that would be felt for quite some time, and though already hard-pressed, Azrael knew that her presence may be required.

And, even as she gathered to her as many Reapers as could be spared, the deaths in Levin continued unabated...

In the blink of an eye she was there, still keeping herself hidden from any mortal eyes. This was a trick she'd had to develop after shocking some poor people when she randomly appeared at the bedside of their dying loved ones. Having a vessel was still something that she was getting used to, after all, and it had never been an issue before. Her caution seemed to be unnecessary though, as the only souls in sight in the burning ruins around her were the souls of the recently departed.

As her Reapers went to work guiding these poor, confused souls into the realm beyond, Azrael took a moment to extend her senses out over the town. There were still many thousands of people alive here, though it seemed that most of them were barricaded into their homes. She caught more than one thought that led her to believe all of Levin's communications with the outside world had been cut off, effectively stranding the citizens here and making them easy prey for...

Demons.

Their sulfuric stench would have been enough to tip the angel off, but mental images from the frightened people here revealed the truth: hundreds of demons had swooped in, possessed as many as they could, and waged war upon everyone else. And that war was still being fought even now, with skirmishes breaking out all over the city. Dozens more people--hundreds even--would be dead before nightfall.

Azrael felt anger welling up within her. The events of the past several months had left her feeling upset and helpless, for she knew that she could never stand against her brothers and sisters, even though most of them were intent on finding and killing her. Still, she refused to choose sides, knowing that the final outcome of this war would be a cataclysmic battle between her brothers Michael and Lucifer, and the death toll would be unthinkable...

Now, though, she had found an outlet for all of those months of helpless anger. She had found a way to lash out.

Many, many demons would die today.


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TARYN ALEXANDER
Posted: Jan 8 2012, 10:26 PM


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Taryn had seen more battlefields in her long existence than she cared to remember.

And no matter how many she found herself in the middle of, they never ceased to affect her. The noise, the confusion, the smell, so easy to ignore in the heat of the moment; it all eventually ended in this. Most of the time, the knowledge that she had saved lives, had helped prevent the destruction of an entire people or nation, helped a little. But no cause could completely numb the impact or lift the weight of the dead. When the hyper aware slow motion of combat finally faded away, one was always forced to surface and face the death and destruction left in its wake.

This, however, was not a battlefield. This was the scene of a slaughter.

The warrior picked her way carefully through the remnants of the village, avoiding burning wreckage and bodies alike. There was no question now as to why she’d felt compelled to come here. She had rarely felt a need to come to the lush, peaceful island, except maybe for the occasional retreat. And the village itself was nothing special, though it boasted the largest population of the area surrounding it. It was several miles to the next city of any notable size, and the town offered no military base and only an understaffed local police force. Maybe that’s why the demons had chosen it for their onslaught.

And there was no doubt in her mind that this was the work of demons. Their unmistakable stench permeated the burning, blood soaked ground, and their greasy, malevolent power pressed in on her from all directions, making her skin crawl. Of the many supernatural creatures she’d dealt with, there were none she hated more than demons, save for Death himself. Thank the Gods that that particular entity had apparently given up his search for her long ago. A massacre on this scale would’ve been more than enough to attract his attention, and Taryn really didn’t want to deal with him and the unseen horde of demons both. But the demons alone…

Those she looked forward to killing.

Or sending back to hell, anyway, which would have to be good enough for the moment. What she wouldn’t give to be able to take the bastards out once and for all without having to traipse all over creation trying to find their remains. With all the souls pouring into the underworld these days, it seemed like they popped up faster than she could take them out, though not for lack of trying on her part. Not for the first time, she wondered if any of her fellow warriors remained, fighting alongside her without her knowledge. She often hoped so, but thinking on it too much left her feeling old and alone, so she once again shoved the thought to the back of her mind as she drew her compact Xiphos from the harness secured to her back.

She harbored a certain fondness for many kinds of weaponry developed over the centuries, but none compared to the familiar, comforting weight of the Greek short sword. As technology had marched blindly ahead, it had become more and more difficult to find a weapon smith able to design an accurate recreation, but eventually she always succeeded. The fruits of her labor, carefully gathered over the centuries, were now jealously horded in her villa back home, along with a startling array of other notable weaponry. Taryn pulled her second weapon of choice – a compact semi-automatic pistol, this time loaded with a round of cold iron – from the holster on her hip and carefully set off over the broken landscape.

The hunt was on.


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AZRAEL
Posted: Jan 9 2012, 12:10 PM


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Azrael made her way through the decimated city, smiting any demon unlucky enough to cross her path.

So far, she had been able to save all of the poor, innocent hosts as well, though several had required her healing touch, as their bodies had been ill used. If it was in her power, though, she would not let any of these people die today. It was not their time, in her eyes; she would not let demons decide the fates of so many.

It was a rare thing for Azrael to become fully, truly enraged, but this attack had pushed her over the edge upon which she'd been teetering for months. Her usually serene expression had been replaced by one of cold, unflinching hatred, her pale blue eyes alight with some inner fire. No demon that she came across would live to see tomorrow, of that she was certain.

Yet as she made her way through the town, she became aware of other presences as well, beyond those of the demons, or the citizens. There were others here, doing their part to help, as she was. Hunters, some, who fought valiantly against the tide of demons, and even a handful of other benevolent creatures. One among them stood out as familiar to Azrael, and she willed herself to the that one's side.

It had been many long years since Azrael had encountered the woman named Taryn, and she'd never actually met her, exactly, always coming to her in her dreams. Now that she had a vessel, though, Azrael could finally meet Taryn who, while at first had been something of an annoyance to the angel due to her unique ability to cheat death, had come to be almost a friend to Azrael.

The angel watched impassively for a moment as Taryn faced off against a pair of demons, before stepping forward and smiting the one nearest to her. When the remaining demon saw what had happened to its companion, it attempted to flee, but was unable to outrun Azrael's hatred and desire for justice. The demon died screaming, and the host fell to the ground unconscious, but otherwise unharmed.

Turning back to Taryn, Azrael nodded a greeting, her expression still cold and emotionless.

"Well met, Taryn. It has been a long time."


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TARYN ALEXANDER
Posted: Mar 4 2012, 10:44 PM


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Taryn drew back in surprise as the demon she’d been fighting suddenly screamed and crumpled before her.

She heard the second demon scream as well and whirled just in time to see a strange woman lowering her arm, watching the demon intently. Taryn took a wary step backward, weapon lowered but at the ready as the woman turned her ethereal gaze on her. There was only one entity she knew of that could rip a demon right out of their host, only one that could destroy them with a mere thought. The dancing, shimmering aura bathing the woman confirmed her guess, as did the faint echo of bells tolling as she spoke, reminding Taryn forcibly of the elegant cathedrals littered across Europe. This was not the gay chiming of celebration, however, but the solemn, distinguished knell of a funeral air, relentless and unchanging as death.

It was this more than anything that gave Taryn pause. She was certain that she had never seen this woman before in her life, but nevertheless, there was something familiar…

The sound of her voice, the subtle ebb and flow of her glowing aura; Taryn was sure that she had seen it somewhere before, and it irked her to no end that she couldn’t place her. And with the way she was staring at Taryn, unreadable but with a cold fury burning behind her eyes, the warrior couldn’t even tell for certain whether she was friend or foe. She had destroyed both of the demons plaguing her, but whether as a gesture of intent or a show of power, she couldn’t say. Still, she’d made no move to attack her, so Taryn was inclined to at least hear her out. Slowly lowering her sword, she nodded formally to the ethereal woman, keeping her eyes on her.

“Well met.” Lifting her head, Taryn looked her over once more, still trying to place the irritatingly familiar aura.

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage,” she admitted. “May I ask who it is behind the mask?”

Praying it wasn’t a past enemy who’d decided to toy with her, Taryn waited for the answer to her mystery.


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AZRAEL
Posted: Mar 22 2012, 06:31 PM


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I'D SHOW A SMILE, BUT I'M TOO WEAK
I'D SHARE WITH YOU, COULD I ONLY SPEAK
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Azrael tilted her head in curiosity for a moment before she realized that, of course, Taryn would not recognize her in this vessel.

All of the times in the past that the two of them had conversed, it had all been done in the realm of dreams. Taryn, of course, would never have been able to stand seeing Azrael's true form; and for her part, Azrael, of course, had never before taken a vessel. But through dreams, Azrael had given Taryn an impression of herself, rather than a the full brilliance of her true form.

Now, the two of them who had been something close to friends for many centuries were finally meeting face to face for the first time.

"I am Azrael," the angel finally said. "The time has come for me to take on a physical form through my vessel. Surely you can sense that much has changed, and that much more shall change before the end."

Any further conversation was cut off as a gas station on the other side of town exploded, sending not only physical shock waves tearing through the streets, but spiritual ones as well, that struck Azrael to the core of her being.

More deaths... Many, many more...

Turning her attention to Taryn, Azrael's eyes flashed with anger, furious at the demons who had wrought this destruction and loss of life. She would see them all dead before leaving this place. And now, it seemed, she would not be fighting alone.

"We will speak more of this later," she told Taryn before stepping forward and placing a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "But now, we are needed." With that, the pair abruptly vanished...

Only to reappear amidst a conflagration of fire and complete chaos.

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LYRICS: AFI - "This Time Imperfect"
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TARYN ALEXANDER
Posted: Apr 9 2012, 10:46 PM


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Taryn’s eyebrows shot up at the angel’s confession.

Certainly she knew who, and what Azrael was, but she’d never dreamed of seeing her in the waking world. For as long as she had known her, though know might have been a strong word, the angel had been adamantly against taking on a host body. Not only could such an act interfere with the natural order, but Azrael was one of the few angels who seemed to truly care for the will of humans and their professed free will. The war must be growing worse than she had expected for Death’s own angel to break her vow.

Taryn resolved to ask her about it later, but now was not the time. The ancient warrior bit down on an oath as Azrael grabbed her shoulder and her insides lurched uncomfortably. It wasn’t the first time an angel had dragged her off unexpectedly, and it was only this small measure of preparation that let her keep her wits about her. It certainly wasn’t her preferred method of travel, but she thought she managed well enough. Well enough to come out fighting, at any rate.

This proved to be very fortunate, as the demons realized there was an angel in their midst and rushed them. Taryn dodged comets of flaming debris as her sword lashed out, buying her distance to maneuver. Her sword, like her bullets, was forged of iron, and though it wouldn’t strike the demons down, it sure hurt a hell of a lot. A good thing, considering they had a significant advantage over the warrior. Their powers alone would be enough to give anyone pause, but there was no way Taryn could compete against the massive numbers swarming the ruined village. The most the warrior could hope to achieve was damage control as Azrael systematically wiped them out.

And the Angel of Death was truly a terror to behold. Azrael fought with a cold fury that sent vestigial shivers down the warrior’s arms. Taryn had been privy to the relentless power of death on numerous occasions, but she had never seen it given a face, a name, and it was the first time in her long history that she thanked the Gods that death was on her side. But there were more pressing matters at hand than her own fate. Pushing aside her momentary unease, Taryn turned back to the enemy and leapt once more into the fray.


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AZRAEL
Posted: May 27 2012, 11:39 AM


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Demons fell before her like wheat before the scythe.

Still, even though she was destroying the hellish creatures, Azrael's heart ached, for nearly all of the demons' hosts were already lost before the demons were dispatched. Visible to her eyes only, her Reapers were just as numerous as the demons, and just as busy, if in a different way. While the demons sought to destroy the angel, her companion, and a small handful of hunters who were fighting valiantly for survival, the Reapers had the difficult task of herding so many confused, wounded souls away from the battle.

The scale of death here was monstrous, and it simply made Azrael that much angrier. And that anger fed her power, causing her to become the embodiment of wrath as much as she was of death. It didn't take long for the demons to realize what a force she was, and many tried to flee, only to find her already standing before them, her heavenly power pouring forth to eradicate them before they had a chance to take another step.

Even as she fought, Azrael maintained a sort of all-awareness of the battlefield, and more than once she stepped in to protect a downed hunter, or even Taryn, while still working to destroy the demons. The battle raged this way for what felt even to her like an eternity. Despite her power and focus, she was unable to stop every demon, as there were just too many, and more of them managed to escape than she was comfortable with.

Everything suddenly fell silent, that silence broken only by the crackling of the flames around them, and the occasional moan or cry of pain by the survivors. Silently, Azrael instructed her Reapers to continue their duties, knowing that many of the people who had lived through the battle would still succumb to their wounds.

"We must pursue them," Azrael said to Taryn, turning her attention to her companion. "There are few of them left, and we should be able to dispatch them with little trouble, if you are willing to accompany me."

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TARYN ALEXANDER
Posted: Jun 1 2012, 02:48 PM


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Taryn finally lowered her sword and let her guard down as the last of the demons fell or fled.

The skirmish had been a long and bloody one, and blood trickled sluggishly down the warrior’s skin from more than one wound. Overall, though, she had fared better than most, and though some of her injuries were painful, none were debilitating. Pain, she was used to. She took a quick inventory, making sure nothing was too damaged to continue, and quickly doctored those injuries that might prove problematic later on. Then she shoved the pain to the back of her mind and focused on the task at hand.

The level of destruction sweeping the once-peaceful town was overwhelming. There was little left that wasn’t enshrouded in flames or razed to the ground, but a handful of damaged buildings still remained. Beyond that, there was nothing but rubble and bodies. There weren’t many places for any remaining demons to take shelter, and Taryn doubted that any demons trying to play dead amid the chaos would escape Azrael’s attention. That left the buildings that were still standing – if precariously – and the wilderness surrounding the little village. Not to mention the wounded. It was already too late for a good number of them, but some weren’t beyond hope.

Taryn had just turned to begin a sweep of the area when her unlikely companion spoke. Of course she would want to go after the demons, and with her impressive array of powers, that option wasn’t closed to her. For a moment, she was torn between staying to help the injured and guarding her companion’s back, for whatever good she could do there. But even as she glanced around, divided, she saw what was left of the group of her fellow hunters picking their way among the rubble, kneeling here or there to help the injured or expedite their imminent fate. They would be alright without her.

Turning back to Azrael, Taryn nodded once and stepped forward to within easy reach of the angel.

“Lead the way,” she told her, and braced herself for the inevitable discomfort to follow.


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AZRAEL
Posted: Jun 6 2012, 04:18 PM


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Azrael gripped Taryn's arm and the pair vanished.

When they reappeared, they were near the docks, a handful of demons running toward a small building set right against the ocean. Azrael looked at them grimly, then vanished from Taryn's side. She was inside the building before the demons reached it, waiting for them to enter.

When they did, there was none of the hesitation that Azrael would have expected. Instead, the apparently leader of the demons stepped forward, pulled out a lighter, flicked it on, and tossed it at her feet. The large ring of holy oil that encompassed most of the interior of the empty building went up in flames, and before Azrael to attempt to flee, it closed around her, effectively trapping her.

Azrael's anger was a nearly tangible thing, and not just at the demons. She had let her fury blind her, and now she was in the clutches of demons. They probably didn't have any way to kill her, really, but they could attempt an angelic exorcism, or they could use a banishing sigil on her. Of course, there was no reason why they couldn't just leave her trapped there either, since she was helpless to stop them.

"Stupid, predictable angel," the demon said. He was possessing a middle-aged man with a dark crew cut, his clothing spattered with blood and gore. "For now, we'll leave you caged here, until our Father decides what he wants to do with you." He smirked at that, obviously feeling smugly safe and secure.

Azrael simply stood impassively, watching the demons with hatred and violence in her eyes.

"I think not," she said simply, never taking her eyes off of them. "In fact, you will all be dead in a matter of minutes, and I will be free. You have made a grave error in judgment, and you shall pay for it with your lives."

With that, Azrael fell silent, her eyes locked on the demons. Soon Taryn would arrive, and this battle would be finished. Until then, she would simply wait.

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LYRICS: AFI - "This Time Imperfect"
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