Heaven's Hell Grounds

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Rafahn: Damn, it’s been ages since there was a last post. Farhan would like to greatly apologize for this, don’t you Farhan?
Farhan: *choke* Argh, yes, yes *choke*
Rafahn: So to start things off again, I squeezed a story from Farhan’s brain for you guys to enjoy.

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#03 - The Last Stand - Resistance
A fiction by Seraphim

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The ground was constantly shaking as the human hordes strode through the ruined landscape that was once a haven to the Seraphim. Step after step, they sent clouds of dust into the stifling air. The heavens were dark, full of the choking smoke that rose from the ruined city. Heaven's Hell Grounds was reduced to ruins after the Humans with Nothing Better to Do had invaded the peaceful city and ended the reign of peace.

The Seraphim who once called that place home were now all but alive, lying in heaps atop the debris of the city. Powerful as they might have been, the human hordes overtook them with their sheer number. That was not surprising considering their animalistic males and willing females which kept their species flourishing. Now it was them who claimed the place, soon to be made their city and reproduction grounds, already defiling it with their very presence.

Despite their victory, it was not complete. They still have yet to claim the center of city, otherwise known as The Contents. The Seraphim could have been announced extinct, if it was not for the one remaining survivor of the ambush. At the highest peak of the tallest tower, a lone Seraph stood his ground, stubbornly refusing to accept defeat and still clinging on to a fool's hope that his species had a chance.

The human leader took his time to climb up the tower. He ordered for the last Seraphim to be left alone, so that he could have the pleasure of ending the graceful race himself. When he arrived at the top, he unsheathed his broadsword and faced the already armed angel.

“Seraph, Seraph, when will you ever learn? Your race is done for, get that into your heavenly brain,” teased the human, “ It is no use fighting back now; the rest of your kind is gone. There is no one else to help you.”

Seraph swung his sword at the human in protest, who lazily dodged it. “That is where you are wrong, human. You think that killing us is the way to end us, do you?”

“Well, if you don’t believe in death, I’ll bring it to you!”, bellowed the reply.

With that last reply, the human went for a strike, but Seraph was too quick for him. He was struck first, only saved by a quick parry, which his reflexes spared. Again, he brought his sword around and went for swing while Seraph recovered from the first strike. To his dismay, the attack was parried.

“Is this how you intend to end me, human?”, jested the angel. “Fine then, I’m getting bored with toying with you feathery beings anyway. It’s time that your race is finally dead. Now, I shall end this!”, came the reply.

At the last remark, the human summoned to him the energies from his mountain homelands into the very sword that he wielded. The sword glowed red then burst into a flaming sword. Armed with a new weapon, he gave a war cry that made all human eyes below turn to him then went for the final strike. Despite having the attack parried, Seraph could not stand the force of the blow and was struck straight to the stomach.

The human took a few steps back to admire the scene of the dying angel. A loud bellowing of a laugh was heard throughout the entire realm. “Do you really think that this will be the end of us, human? Do you really think that we would fall this pathetically? We might fall someday, but before we do, we would put up one, last, stand!!!”, screamed the angel through his wound.

Summoning new strength, the Seraph found the will to stand up. From the depth of his mind the Seraph brought forth his gift, the purpose that he existed. He brought his sword his above his head to point at the sky and muttered ancient words of power. With that, the angel started emitting heavenly light that truly brought out his splendour and sent a blinding beam of light straight to the skies.

Upon the strike, the skies opened up and from it flew the souls of fallen angels. They seemed like a glowing cloud, while wandering around, looking for their former bodies to return to. Once their bodies were found, they possessed them, bringing the body back to life. The purpose of the lone Seraph had been fulfilled. The Seraphim were going to fight, for one last time.

The human leader was paralyzed with the restoration of the Seraphim race. Below, his troops were busy fighting the newly reformed army. At first glance, it seemed as though the Seraphim were going to win back their city after all. However, their rebirth was still no match for the great number of the human hordes.

When it looked as if the Seraphim were done for, again, there was the sound of a horn blowing from the horizon. Across the barren city, the heavenly reinforcements have finally arrived. At last, there was some real hope to the Seraphim.

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Rafahn: Woah, that was a little long. Not to mention undeniably boring.
Farhan: *punch* Ah, that’s quieter. Anyway, I was thinking of creating a new weekly feature. It’s a fiction story where you guys get to give me ideas and we’ll work along from there. So, here’s the first part of the story for you guys to continue from.

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#01 – The Tale of the Undecided Tales
A fiction by Seraphim and friends

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The darkness consumed all. There was no sound, no light, nothing that hi senses could perceive. He just kept walking in the darkness, unsure of his motive. He did not even know what he was doing there. As he walked, the darkness felt more comfortable to him, as if he belonged to it. Soon his thoughts drifted to his life. The next thing he knew, he was falling.

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