|A New Story - It's About Magical Happenings With Partial Scientific Reasoning|
Gimmiren: Celestian Trial The court was in session, a case that would decide the fate of an Enrique Montoya from the United Spanish Empire who was caught stealing from villages. The case questioned if he was under the command of the Empire he came from. The Archangel Michelle, Commander of the Angelic Forces that work for the Celestial Empire, stood behind Enrique with a hand hovering above her sword; ready to sever his head in one slash. Unlike most other Angels, Michelle had the unique ability of free will and judgement. This made her a formidable opponent in battle, as well as the perfect Commander of the Angelic Forces. Together, Michelle and Enrique stood before the ten representatives of the Celestial Empire that controlled the regions of the Empire in the High Court. The High Court was a massive stone building called the Basilica. It used to serve as the Imperial throne room for the Roman Empire, but as the times changed so did the use of the Basilica. The walls of the Basilica had twoGimmiren: Celestian Trial by Aazdremzol
Gimmiren: The Starfall EraThese are terrifying times in Terra, it seems that the land has been bathed in blood and fire as people who were once normal men go to war with contraptions that have never been seen before throughout human history. Angels and Demons, names taken from old mythology long past, from a religion that is only practiced in the islands across waters. Many believe this to be the end of mankind, as we continue to kill each other in more creative ways, a new era is what it really is. Everyone was affected by the coming of the era, as it was a message from the stars themselves. Most people call it "The Starfall" and it changed literally everything. From nature to human abilities, the world changed over the course of a year at a rapid pace.Gimmiren: The Starfall Era by Aazdremzol
This period of time was known as "The Rebirth" and gave way to odd deformities that recreated every human or just outright killed them. Those who weren't strong enough to take the brunt of the new illnesses that came from the Starfall were left to rot outside t
First Day of GraceThe gates to the dungeon deep inside the Vatican City opened with a rusty creak. The two Templars dragged their prisoner down deep into the confines of their most secret of areas. Their prisoner cackled like a madman as he said good bye to the light for what was supposed to be the last time. He rattled his chained up hands and legs as he pretended to be afraid. The Templars seemed mildly disturbed but tried everything to not show it. They dragged the prisoner down the hundreds of steps until they finally reached a straight hallway. “Oh come now brethren, at least pretend to play your part.” Reaper told them with a madman’s smile. “Would you kindly shut your mouth sir…” The right Templar said as he gripped Reaper’s left arm. “Who says kindly to a mad prisoner you milk drinker, if I was running this damned place you’d be executed on the spot!” Reaper exclaimed into the man’s ear. The Templar recoiled a bit in disgust beforFirst Day of Grace by Aazdremzol
End of LightEverything around Lumina was burning in the fires of destruction as she struggled to remember what to do. She heard children and their parents screaming as the hellfire of the universe decided to turn their attention on them. The capital of the planet Solaris was turning to ash before her very eyes. The tall structures that saw the birth of nearly every galaxy of the universe and the symbols of faith all being torn apart as everything was destroyed without prejudice. This planet, these people, have all seen the coming and going of every great civilization that has ever existed. In their time they have ignored the many wars and the great judgements that shaped and destroyed galaxies, all for the sake of recording the history of the universe. Now it seems that they are the final target for the coming storm, a darkness that swept over the entire universe only to find the scholars of Solaris next. The only way to stop this destruction was in Lumina's mind, but she couldn't remember. She coEnd of Light by Aazdremzol
The gates to the dungeon deep inside the Vatican City opened with a rusty creak. The two Templars dragged their prisoner down deep into the confines of their most secret of areas. Their prisoner cackled like a madman as he said good bye to the light for what was supposed to be the last time. He rattled his chained up hands and legs as he pretended to be afraid. The Templars seemed mildly disturbed but tried everything to not show it. They dragged the prisoner down the hundreds of steps until they finally reached a straight hallway. “Oh come now brethren, at least pretend to play your part.” Reaper told them with a madman’s smile. “Would you kindly shut your mouth sir…” The right Templar said as he gripped Reaper’s left arm. “Who says kindly to a mad prisoner you milk drinker, if I was running this damned place you’d be executed on the spot!” Reaper exclaimed into the man’s ear. The Templar recoiled a bit in disgust before ignoring Reaper completely.
“By the way, what are my charges? Am I a heretic, demon, witch, warlock; for there is a difference between those two, or am I just being unjustly tried?” Reaper asked his captors with a wild grin. Nobody answered him for a few minutes as they continued down the hall. “Well! Don’t make me start screaming again, I swear on YOUR God I will!” He exclaimed loudly, an echo sounded through the corridor. Reaper made a satisfied grin before staring down the man grabbing his right arm. “Hmmmmm!? Well, do I get a response!?” Reaper yelled at the man. “We are ordered to ignore you.” The Templar said simply. “Then why did the milk drinker talk? Perhaps because he is a milk drinker…” Reaper asked before thinking aloud to himself. “He is new to the Templar order, but I will make sure to tell the Bishop that he disobeyed orders.” The Templar answered. The young Templar cringed at the notion of being ratted out. Reaper leaned toward the youth after they made a turn down another corridor. “I’ll tell you what young man, how about I kill him before he tells Daddy on you? Would you like that?” Reaper whispered to the young Templar. The youth turned pale with fear, Reaper laughed loudly.
Before Reaper knew it, the two Templars carrying him opened a door and threw him through the doorway. Before Reaper hit the ground, two bulkier and stronger built Templars grabbed him and slammed him against a wall. Reaper grunted on the impact and got slightly dizzy; before he knew it he was strapped on to the wall with no way to move his hands or feet. “Well well, this is very uncomfortable.” Reaper said simply before someone carried a torch to his face. The torchlight took some getting used to, but when he was finally able to see; he saw a Bishop looking down on him. “Hello Death.” He said simply to Reaper, spitting out the last word like it was poison. “Hello, your holiness, or is the Pope only called that?” Reaper said with a smile, one of the Templars that pinned him to the wall punched him in the gut as punishment for talking. Reaper lost some breathe before looking back toward the Bishop. “You have plagued this land for far too long,” The Bishop started while unraveling a knife from a cloth. It was a knife that had a pale blade and a bone white hilt. In fact, Reaper noticed that it resembled human bone, and oddly enough had a golden border around the hilt and a sign of the cross. The Bishop continued, “It is about time that your reign and terror throughout this land came to an abrupt end.” The Bishop grasped the hilt with intent to kill. “So I declare in the name of the Pope and the God he serves that you, Grim Reaper of Death, be vanquished!”
The Bishop drove the blade into Reaper’s gut, blood seeping from the wound as he coughed. “Ouch” Reaper responded in normality. The Bishop looked stunned at his victim whom looked seemingly unphased. “Damn you holy kind and your furor. That hurt quite a bit you know? Of course, that sign of the cross didn’t do much, but slap that thing on a blade and you get something holy huh?” Reaper told him as the knife got pushed out of his gut while the wound regenerated at a frightening rate. The Bishop backed away, recovering from the shock he had. “How could you possibly survive that? What are you!?” The Bishop cried out.
“I am Death, you said it yourself.” Reaper answered as he rolled his neck to get slightly more comfortable. “That name answers all your questions.” He added before hearing an audible crack from his neck. Reaper gave a sigh of relief before looking back at the Bishop. He still looked surprised, if not a little stunned, by the fact that Reaper is still alive. “Don’t make that face, it makes you look pathetic. You got any other ways to try and kill me or are you done? If you are done, you should start making more plans, because I guarantee that all the ones you have thought of won’t work on me.” Reaper told him with a sigh of disappointment. One of the Templars punched him hard in the face, probably hoping that’d work. Reaper’s head hit the wall hard with a massive cracking sound, as if his neck snapped. Reaper's head slumped down and a little bit of blood tricked down his neck from an open wound. The Templars smiled as if victorious before Reaper rolled his neck again to try and crack it, the wound there already healed. “That hurt more than the knife, believe it or not.” Reaper said before a symphony of cracks sounded from his neck; relocating it in it's proper place. He made an audible sound of enjoyment at all the cracking before looking at the Bishop. “So, what now?” He asked, genuinely curious. The Bishop gathered the two Templars, whispering for one to go report to the Pope and the other to ask for other torture methods that might be available. After they left he looked at Reaper.
“You won’t be set free; we will just have to try something else.” The Bishop told him. Reaper smiled, “Oh good, I was hoping this would last longer than it did.” The Bishop walked over to Reaper grabbed his chin to look him dead in the eye. “We will see if you can last the punishments we will give you, as we won’t stop until you either break or die.” The Bishop told him, Reaper smiled in response. “We will see who dies in my time here, and we will see who breaks first. Will it be your weak willed men and the torturers, or will it actually be me?” The Bishop scowled at Reaper before letting him go and preparing to walk away. “One more thing Bishop, before you go, and this come from me as the Angel of Death and not as a madman.” Reaper told the Bishop before he opened the door. The Bishop turned to look at him from the corner of his eyes. “Here is something to ponder; I am not as evil as you think I am, quite the opposite actually. You see Death as evil, when it is the best thing to happen in nature.” Reaper told him with a strong voice. The Bishop didn’t respond before opening the door and walking out. “Think of me as God’s Hand!” Reaper added before the door closed behind the Bishop. And so started the first day of the yearlong torturing that Reaper would endure with a smile on his face and a cackle before grace.
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