newmetropolis
Long ago, beings cowered in the wake of my immortal footsteps. The very thought of my greatness would cause mortals to go mad. I was death and life, pleasure and pain, power and weakness to all manner of creatures. Gods, like those mortals read about in their fantasy books, worshiped, loved and desired every facet of my soul. I walked through worlds simultaneously, drinking in the essence of the entities inhabiting those places. I lived lives like taking breaths. I was the bringer of darkness and the creator of light.
Now, I walked the streets of a filth-ridden city and my greatness is exalted no more. Humans, demons, half-breeds and all others brush by and barely spare a glance in my direction. I was a god with powers so great the worlds shook and trembled at the mention of my name. Now I feel the greatness I once was, slipping away, sliding through the cracks on the ground, mingling with the grime and the muck.
The diminishment and fact that the power I once had been was now forgotten belonged in the hands of humans. Pitiful excuses for creatures that they were, they now ruled this planet and beings such as me were things of myths and legends. For a time, I almost allowed myself to slip into a frame of mind that allowed me to think and feel like one of them. This disgusting display of my lack of control was due to one individual: Wesley.
Wesley Wyndham-Price had been my guide. I had inadvertently taken the life of a human to which he was attached and because I walked in her shell, he felt an obligation to me. For a time, he did his duty, guiding me through this ridiculous excuse for a world. And as time slowly crept along, I began to emulate humans. I began to see as they saw, think as they thought, and feel as they felt.
That is when the end happened. The end of many things took place. The one called Gunn was ended that night. The half-breed, who was most enjoyable to hit, ended as well. Watching as their souls fled the shells they inhabited had filled me with a feeling that can only be described by the human word grief. However, that feeling had paled in comparison to the one that coursed through my body at watching Wesley's light extinguish.
I'd taken him to the human building for healing and watched as the males and females in white coats poked and prodded his body. Nothing they did helped and I turned and went to fight after I knew that my guide's life was no more. I went and slaughtered as many demons as my hands would allow. And when the fight was finished, I turned as the one called Angel, saying nothing and left that city.
I left behind the memories I'd had since living in the shell of Winifred Burkle. I left behind the feelings I'd gained from the one called Wesley. Never again would I allow those crawling, aching, scratching and defiling things be a part of my greatness.
There was a new place in the east, a place that called to me with its promise of darkness and power. Following that pull, I found myself in another city called New Metropolis. It had the stink of humans everywhere, but under that stench was the scent of pure power. The power rose from the ground and rode through the streets on the waves of the wind. It caressed my skin and tore through my being like the waves of an ocean and I knew that only a place with that kind of power was worthy of my essence.
Walking through the streets, I wore the face of the shell. Mortals were ignorant and fearful of things they did not understand, so I disguised myself as Winifred Burkle. As the rain poured down, I continued to walk, watching as a two-wheeled machine flew down the city street. Humans were weak and the one on that would soon realize how weak. Turning toward shouting, I walked into a place filled with smoke, demons, and anger.
((open for anyone in or around the nag's head))
Now, I walked the streets of a filth-ridden city and my greatness is exalted no more. Humans, demons, half-breeds and all others brush by and barely spare a glance in my direction. I was a god with powers so great the worlds shook and trembled at the mention of my name. Now I feel the greatness I once was, slipping away, sliding through the cracks on the ground, mingling with the grime and the muck.
The diminishment and fact that the power I once had been was now forgotten belonged in the hands of humans. Pitiful excuses for creatures that they were, they now ruled this planet and beings such as me were things of myths and legends. For a time, I almost allowed myself to slip into a frame of mind that allowed me to think and feel like one of them. This disgusting display of my lack of control was due to one individual: Wesley.
Wesley Wyndham-Price had been my guide. I had inadvertently taken the life of a human to which he was attached and because I walked in her shell, he felt an obligation to me. For a time, he did his duty, guiding me through this ridiculous excuse for a world. And as time slowly crept along, I began to emulate humans. I began to see as they saw, think as they thought, and feel as they felt.
That is when the end happened. The end of many things took place. The one called Gunn was ended that night. The half-breed, who was most enjoyable to hit, ended as well. Watching as their souls fled the shells they inhabited had filled me with a feeling that can only be described by the human word grief. However, that feeling had paled in comparison to the one that coursed through my body at watching Wesley's light extinguish.
I'd taken him to the human building for healing and watched as the males and females in white coats poked and prodded his body. Nothing they did helped and I turned and went to fight after I knew that my guide's life was no more. I went and slaughtered as many demons as my hands would allow. And when the fight was finished, I turned as the one called Angel, saying nothing and left that city.
I left behind the memories I'd had since living in the shell of Winifred Burkle. I left behind the feelings I'd gained from the one called Wesley. Never again would I allow those crawling, aching, scratching and defiling things be a part of my greatness.
There was a new place in the east, a place that called to me with its promise of darkness and power. Following that pull, I found myself in another city called New Metropolis. It had the stink of humans everywhere, but under that stench was the scent of pure power. The power rose from the ground and rode through the streets on the waves of the wind. It caressed my skin and tore through my being like the waves of an ocean and I knew that only a place with that kind of power was worthy of my essence.
Walking through the streets, I wore the face of the shell. Mortals were ignorant and fearful of things they did not understand, so I disguised myself as Winifred Burkle. As the rain poured down, I continued to walk, watching as a two-wheeled machine flew down the city street. Humans were weak and the one on that would soon realize how weak. Turning toward shouting, I walked into a place filled with smoke, demons, and anger.
((open for anyone in or around the nag's head))