Post by Snoe on Dec 18, 2016 7:51:05 GMT
The dust blew through the street and rolled gently over his sandals. Standing in the street white linen flapping in the breeze. His tan flesh damp with sweat, it was always hot near Jeruselum. A golden amulet hung round his neck an intricate star... it was the sigil of Asteroth. The man scanned these desolate streets with poison green eyes pupils shriveling to reptilian slits for but moment searching out a group of knights who pillaged his follower's temple... murdered his priestesses and scribes. An affront to a once proud god, now referred to as a Demon thanks to the prophet Solomon.
The other’s were playing their games in the far corners of this world, humans were interesting but growing tiresome and unruly. Asteroth considered laying them low like in the old days in Greece. The Olympian game had run its course, and the ‘gods’ had scattered now forgotten and labeled under new titles.
Asteroth followed the heavy-set trail laid out; the grinding of chain mail was further ahead but leading low into the tunnels from the sound of it. Asteroth was enjoying this new host, quite a bit different from the war maidens of the past, but women weren’t gifted with the same rights in these lands... barbarians believing men to be some how better. Asteroth had only chosen this ‘male’ as a change of pace... and had never seen such a beautiful member of this gender. His name was Alexander... Asteroth mused admiring the flesh ‘a shame to steal him away from that journey of his’ though that had been some years ago, time was such a fleeting thing.
The Demon followed the sounds and scents to the tunnels, a knight trying to ambush him at the entrance. A hammer finding his cheek with full force, jerking the Asteroth’s head back. The demon caught the knights retreating arm before the second attack came, the human flesh shifting to subtle scales and small horns twisting upward and back. His tail forming and wrapping the tin plated knight squeezing as he squirmed through the metal buckling until the kicking and screaming stopped with a crunch.
No honor it seemed. Sneaking up on a seemingly unarmed man while in full armor and ready for battle, hardly seemed fair. Asteroth smirked at the thought and continued to march into the dark tunnels; the dark wasn’t much of an advantage for these knights. They bore Solomon’s crest,
Blasted sorcerer was making things difficult, Beelzebub's favourite pet hadn't died yet and was becoming a nuisance. Asteroth was going to have to pay that man a visit, the tower of Babel was the place to look, though hard to find most days like Beelzebub himself.
This tunnel was becoming tiresome aswell, the twists and turns, the split paths, but the stench of human was difficult to hide at best, unwashed masses and all that. Little by little the tunnels grew wide, Asteroth let his presence seep outward the gasps and whimpers sounded in the quiet dark. Weak mind strangled by the Demon's mere presence, they feel as if snakes were squeezing the life from them. Some would actually die from fear, others crawl into a corner... but Asteroth felt something odd... some of them were 'warded' they were not being affected!
Green eyes burned in the dark, the humanoid form grew less-so. A monster began stalking the shadows, the prepared knights were much stronger. Wielding enchanted blades, they broke passed Asteroth's scales and cut conjured serpents... but they were too just fodder... They attacked and retreated further into a larger room with pillars. It was then the ground burned and the air grew heavy, pulling the beast into the sand... a sigil hand been carved above on the ceiling...
That was when the a spell had been uttered and the real fight began. Blades blood and chanting the details lost to the moment as Asteroth was forcibly ripped from his host! The light sinking into ground in search of the nearest ley line and making for Rome. Asteroth's home Convergence point... only something was wrong! It wasn't long until Asteroth felt shoved away into the dark... it wasn't long until Asteroth was in a familiar place it had not been in millenia... The Place Between.
Approx 1000yrs later.
2018...
The seal had cracked and the old demon found the hole waiting. A voice calling its many names, like beacon it summoned it forward. Time had flit by, with only the tiniest glimpses of Earth and visions of what it had become through the eyes of its believers... or as some of its brethren called them 'descendants'. New words and old meanings echoed in the catacombs that had once been a temple. Calling forth this ancient being, the room sparse but for five humans.
Sad things, young and disillusioned reading an mouldy tome. One had natural power, diminished but talented. The others barely believed in anything let alone Asteroth.
Time to show them a little something... A shade appeared within the shoddy summoning circle, green eyes peering from the shadow. The children panicking as the 'dread' filled the air. Snakes writhing only to recede as the cowardly few escaped and only the brave remained. "OH Asteroth, I bequeath thee!" The little witch spoke awkwardly, the language was different but Demons had a knack for sussing out the 'meaning' of words.
"Speak plainly." The shade forced hard whispers... it was hard to form words without a body. The girls seemed surprised at the very least and 'very' afraid.
"Ummmm ofcourse... m-millord.... milady... Asteroth, I s-summoned you f-f-f-for your help." The Demon stared her down without a word waiting for a 'specific' request. "I-I need you t-t-to find my sister... I offer my soul." Asteroth would made with an exhausted sigh if it could, selling souls was a bad joke.
Her friends began to speak up only to be silenced as Asteroth divided its power between the bodies to diminish the strain and speak through them. "Souls... aren't currency, service IS... you will gather more 'believers' seek out those of my lineage, you will know them by that sigil." Pointing to the very amulet Asteroth once wore or a replica... only now with the demon unsealed these sigils would hum in proximity to one another. The few descendants left would finally come together.
"Find at least one other wearing that sigil and I MAY grant your request." Asteroth left without another word, it was time to seek a new host in this new world. A disembodied Demon had power but it was a quarter of its possible strength, an anchor and conduit. Asteroth needed something strong and attuned, though it would take some time without the proper rituals, it was going to be uncomfortable... but the best looking outfits were never the best fit.
Weeks of drifting through the large bustling cities and electronic wonders, and it was then that Asteroth spotted the perfect host for this age. An... actor, fit, young, green eyed, blonde and in the global spotlight, it was perfect. These actors were mobile, and adored what better place to survey the land from the atop a mountain. Leo Graham was going to be a nice start to this life.
First a body and then a hunt... things couldn't get any better.
Asteroth found the actor within, days. Airheaded and self important, though a talented liar. Who knew that 'pretending' to be someone else would become such a valued occupation. It was going to be a service replacing him, the ponce tended to take his job too far so, the change in demeanor wouldn't really draw too much attention. Not like the villagers screaming 'he's possessed!!'
Asteroth had been watching for days. Leo was becoming paranoid, a demon's presence even hidden tended to have an effect. When he slept the demon seeped slowly into the man's mind and body little by little. Those quiet alone moments in this hotel room, so far above everything. Apparently he was between 'shoots' and this resort in Las Vegas was full of distractions to keep him from going far. Too bad he insisted on poisoning himself... easily remedied. Asteroth exerted some influence, the drink wouldn't stay down and the drugs refused to enter his body. By the time he sought help Asteroth had taken hold of the room itself, he couldn't leave the demon was preparing the host all the while.
Sure he could have taken the host immediately but such a delicate thing needed to be cared for... and detoxing the host was apparently necessary.
Two days later...
A concerned maid had called security to force open the hotel room. Asteroth had finally made a move so the supposedly barricaded star had drawn attention! When they found 'him' he was lounging in a hot bath, the hotel room damaged a mess but Asteroth sat back smiling "Oh apologies, want to join me the waters warm boys."
The other’s were playing their games in the far corners of this world, humans were interesting but growing tiresome and unruly. Asteroth considered laying them low like in the old days in Greece. The Olympian game had run its course, and the ‘gods’ had scattered now forgotten and labeled under new titles.
Asteroth followed the heavy-set trail laid out; the grinding of chain mail was further ahead but leading low into the tunnels from the sound of it. Asteroth was enjoying this new host, quite a bit different from the war maidens of the past, but women weren’t gifted with the same rights in these lands... barbarians believing men to be some how better. Asteroth had only chosen this ‘male’ as a change of pace... and had never seen such a beautiful member of this gender. His name was Alexander... Asteroth mused admiring the flesh ‘a shame to steal him away from that journey of his’ though that had been some years ago, time was such a fleeting thing.
The Demon followed the sounds and scents to the tunnels, a knight trying to ambush him at the entrance. A hammer finding his cheek with full force, jerking the Asteroth’s head back. The demon caught the knights retreating arm before the second attack came, the human flesh shifting to subtle scales and small horns twisting upward and back. His tail forming and wrapping the tin plated knight squeezing as he squirmed through the metal buckling until the kicking and screaming stopped with a crunch.
No honor it seemed. Sneaking up on a seemingly unarmed man while in full armor and ready for battle, hardly seemed fair. Asteroth smirked at the thought and continued to march into the dark tunnels; the dark wasn’t much of an advantage for these knights. They bore Solomon’s crest,
Blasted sorcerer was making things difficult, Beelzebub's favourite pet hadn't died yet and was becoming a nuisance. Asteroth was going to have to pay that man a visit, the tower of Babel was the place to look, though hard to find most days like Beelzebub himself.
This tunnel was becoming tiresome aswell, the twists and turns, the split paths, but the stench of human was difficult to hide at best, unwashed masses and all that. Little by little the tunnels grew wide, Asteroth let his presence seep outward the gasps and whimpers sounded in the quiet dark. Weak mind strangled by the Demon's mere presence, they feel as if snakes were squeezing the life from them. Some would actually die from fear, others crawl into a corner... but Asteroth felt something odd... some of them were 'warded' they were not being affected!
Green eyes burned in the dark, the humanoid form grew less-so. A monster began stalking the shadows, the prepared knights were much stronger. Wielding enchanted blades, they broke passed Asteroth's scales and cut conjured serpents... but they were too just fodder... They attacked and retreated further into a larger room with pillars. It was then the ground burned and the air grew heavy, pulling the beast into the sand... a sigil hand been carved above on the ceiling...
That was when the a spell had been uttered and the real fight began. Blades blood and chanting the details lost to the moment as Asteroth was forcibly ripped from his host! The light sinking into ground in search of the nearest ley line and making for Rome. Asteroth's home Convergence point... only something was wrong! It wasn't long until Asteroth felt shoved away into the dark... it wasn't long until Asteroth was in a familiar place it had not been in millenia... The Place Between.
Approx 1000yrs later.
2018...
The seal had cracked and the old demon found the hole waiting. A voice calling its many names, like beacon it summoned it forward. Time had flit by, with only the tiniest glimpses of Earth and visions of what it had become through the eyes of its believers... or as some of its brethren called them 'descendants'. New words and old meanings echoed in the catacombs that had once been a temple. Calling forth this ancient being, the room sparse but for five humans.
Sad things, young and disillusioned reading an mouldy tome. One had natural power, diminished but talented. The others barely believed in anything let alone Asteroth.
Time to show them a little something... A shade appeared within the shoddy summoning circle, green eyes peering from the shadow. The children panicking as the 'dread' filled the air. Snakes writhing only to recede as the cowardly few escaped and only the brave remained. "OH Asteroth, I bequeath thee!" The little witch spoke awkwardly, the language was different but Demons had a knack for sussing out the 'meaning' of words.
"Speak plainly." The shade forced hard whispers... it was hard to form words without a body. The girls seemed surprised at the very least and 'very' afraid.
"Ummmm ofcourse... m-millord.... milady... Asteroth, I s-summoned you f-f-f-for your help." The Demon stared her down without a word waiting for a 'specific' request. "I-I need you t-t-to find my sister... I offer my soul." Asteroth would made with an exhausted sigh if it could, selling souls was a bad joke.
Her friends began to speak up only to be silenced as Asteroth divided its power between the bodies to diminish the strain and speak through them. "Souls... aren't currency, service IS... you will gather more 'believers' seek out those of my lineage, you will know them by that sigil." Pointing to the very amulet Asteroth once wore or a replica... only now with the demon unsealed these sigils would hum in proximity to one another. The few descendants left would finally come together.
"Find at least one other wearing that sigil and I MAY grant your request." Asteroth left without another word, it was time to seek a new host in this new world. A disembodied Demon had power but it was a quarter of its possible strength, an anchor and conduit. Asteroth needed something strong and attuned, though it would take some time without the proper rituals, it was going to be uncomfortable... but the best looking outfits were never the best fit.
Weeks of drifting through the large bustling cities and electronic wonders, and it was then that Asteroth spotted the perfect host for this age. An... actor, fit, young, green eyed, blonde and in the global spotlight, it was perfect. These actors were mobile, and adored what better place to survey the land from the atop a mountain. Leo Graham was going to be a nice start to this life.
First a body and then a hunt... things couldn't get any better.
Asteroth found the actor within, days. Airheaded and self important, though a talented liar. Who knew that 'pretending' to be someone else would become such a valued occupation. It was going to be a service replacing him, the ponce tended to take his job too far so, the change in demeanor wouldn't really draw too much attention. Not like the villagers screaming 'he's possessed!!'
Asteroth had been watching for days. Leo was becoming paranoid, a demon's presence even hidden tended to have an effect. When he slept the demon seeped slowly into the man's mind and body little by little. Those quiet alone moments in this hotel room, so far above everything. Apparently he was between 'shoots' and this resort in Las Vegas was full of distractions to keep him from going far. Too bad he insisted on poisoning himself... easily remedied. Asteroth exerted some influence, the drink wouldn't stay down and the drugs refused to enter his body. By the time he sought help Asteroth had taken hold of the room itself, he couldn't leave the demon was preparing the host all the while.
Sure he could have taken the host immediately but such a delicate thing needed to be cared for... and detoxing the host was apparently necessary.
Two days later...
A concerned maid had called security to force open the hotel room. Asteroth had finally made a move so the supposedly barricaded star had drawn attention! When they found 'him' he was lounging in a hot bath, the hotel room damaged a mess but Asteroth sat back smiling "Oh apologies, want to join me the waters warm boys."