Demon Wars: civil war in hell

Jack Masters

What was all the drama at Pandemonium about? I'd been here about a week and already Satan had disappeared, people were in a panic and a civil war was about to begin. I didn't think I was that special.

I was about to take myself there when I had the feeling itching at the back of my neck to pay a visit to the ol' prison. I turned around and found myself staring at the Gates of Hell. Smirking, I made my way towards the building.

Maybe they'll let me play with the prisoners.

I started to wonder what a riot it would cause if all the prisoners suddenly started seeing Satan.
That won't work, you haven't even the seen the guy, Jack.

As I got closer to the building, I began to notice the crowd around the entrance. There were giant, hulking figures making there way to building, I guessed they were archangels, but something stopped them. Something I couldn't see.

Sighing, I sunk into the shadows of a few people nearby, and felt my self reappear at the front of the crowd. There was a little girl speaking to the archangels, and not longer after they had lifted her up, a man. He seemed to be getting the archangel more and more angry with each word he said.

I smiled. Maybe I'd get to see how an archangel kills someone. Today wasn't looking that boring after all. That is, until the building exploded.

Spoiler

I hope that made sense. I was a bit confused as well.

Alan:

Alan stared at the corpse wrapped in heavy duty plastic sheeting, the ends made airtight by the zip ties he'd secured on it. He picked a roll of duct tape up and set to sealing the opening in the middle before dragging the body to the curb. He wiped his blood smeared hands on a towel he'd tucked into his waistband. He was about to pick up the body and haul it out when his phone started ringing. An unknown number, probably a phone booth somewhere. He hesitated before tapping the green "Accept" icon.

"Alan, it's me, Genevieve. You got a sec?"

Alan cracked a wide grin. Genevieve had helpe him out in a big way when he was first here. He owed her one, and she was easy on the eyes. He couldn't say no.

"I've got like... a whole minute. What's up?"

He saw that night those two girls got sliced up by the prick with a knife. Lord knows where she came from, but she saved their lives.

"This whole uprising, this civil war thing... I was wondering if you had any info on it for me..?

Alan leaned against the door jamb, racking his brain for any insider knowledge he'd acquired. Men opened up during pillow talk and his girls were constantly feeding him little tidbits of info.

"Well... all I got is some chum that works for records. Starts telling one of my girls about some unauthorized entry into records. That's all he's got. No names, no specifics, just that somebody forced their way in. Sorry I couldn't be more help."

He strode over to the window to watch the stream of Inferno citizens that trickled past his building on their way to the Gates to see the archangels declare war.

This is gonna be bad.. he thought, waiting for her response.

Genevieve:

"No, no, that's absolutely perfect. Just the lead I want to investigate. Hey, I know business is good in Inferno, but you ever consider making the trip to Pandemonium? You'd certainly pick up quite a few valuable connections," I told him, not one to let a favor go without repay. " Regardless, I'll start a few whispers about your establishment, thanks a lot Alan. Oh, and if you ever need to contact me, here's my number," I gave it to him quickly and set the phone back into the receiver, wishing I had a couple more minutes to catch up. But when you were in this business, time was money in the most literal sense. I pulled my scarf around my face and head out to investigate the record situation.

Suddenly I felt a rustle in the trees around me and a the streets shook for a good 30 seconds. Then everything went still. Incredibly and terrifyingly still until the silence was shattered by pure...well... pandemonium. I saw people running towards me through the street, still looking behind them as if the tremors were to continue. That was an explosion and it reminded me of the last moments of my life when the gas tank of a hummer caught fire and and then blew. This was certainly worth investigating.

I made my way swiftly through the masses of people backing away from the blast. Everyone blended together as they swirled around each other, save for one person who stood out. He had blond hair, wore dark sun glasses and was leaning against a street light, smiling faintly to himself as he observed the smoking wreckage.

"Seems like you got lucky when you decided to wear sunglasses on a gray day. But was it really a coincidence?" I asked him, surprising him as I interrupted his contemplation. It didn't matter if he was responsible or not, his reply would be another piece of the puzzle no matter what.

Timothy Johnson
If this was going to continue I'd have to start collecting frequent flyer miles. No but seriously, was this guy going to drop me? Killing me seemed a little harsh just because I tried to save that little gir.. A horrible realization made my heartbeat speed up even more. Was he going to drop the little girl too? No, he couldn't do that, right? No one could be that horrib..

I didn't have time to finish my thoughts before I was dropped onto a roof and the blast from a massive explosion threw me several meters away. When I opened my eyes again I saw the little girl looking down at me. She was saying something, but I couldn't hear it. The explosion had blown my ear drums. I sat up slowly. Since I seemed to be alright otherwise I put my hands over my ears and slowly regained my hearing. The others seemed alright. I had probably been the only one not able to protect myself against the blast. Even the little girl seemed alright, except for a scrape on her knee. I smiled and held my hand over it, making it heal in an instant.

The others were looking at me. "Is everyone alright?" I stood up and looked down at the plaza. It wasn't a pretty sight. It had been filled with people before, many of which now were either dead or injured. I would have to go down there and help them.

I instinctively picked up the little girl and turned her away from the gruesome sight. A child shouldn't have to see such things.

"Y-yeah," said Cecillia. She sounded shaken, but looked fine. "How did you know what was going to happen?" She had turned towards the other guy. The guy who had just save our lives, I realized.

Jack Masters

"Seems like you got lucky when you decided to wear sunglasses on a gray day. But was it really a coincidence?" A voice came from behind me.

I turned to find a woman approaching me.

"Wearing these shades all the time makes the chances of finding coincidences through them dramatically low," I told her, "What would bring a young lady like yourself to a place like this? Most people are running away from the scene, not coming towards it."

I turned to survey the area. I hadn't had much time to look around before this lady showed. Now that I was able to take it all in, I saw just how lucky I was. To someone who didn't know my powers, it'd be a miracle I'd even survived, let alone walked away unharmed.

"The names Jack, by the way," I said, keeping my eyes on the corpses around me, "Jack Masters."

Alan:

"No, no, that's absolutely perfect. Just the lead I want to investigate. Hey, I know business is good in Inferno, but you ever consider making the trip to Pandemonium? You'd certainly pick up quite a few valuable connections. Regardless, I'll start a few whispers about your establishment, thanks a lot Alan. Oh, and if you ever need to contact me, here's my number."

Alan jotted the number down and went to tell Genevieve thanks when the line went dead. He sighed, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He sat down on the blood spattered bed and thought. Maybe he should swing by Pandemonium. For all its Gothic beauty, Inferno wasn't exactly a powerhouse city. In fact, it reminded him a lot of Detroit. Depressing, past its prime. Weak. He popped his head out of the door and hollered to the floors below.

"Joe, Joe, come up here!"

In a few moments, Joe, Alan's most trusted hired muscle, was in the room.

"Need help lugging that to the dumpster, boss?"

Alan chuckled at the thought.

"No, not quite. I'm gonna head over to Pandemonium, see what all the ruckus is. My twitter is blowing up about an explosion over there. An old friend is in Pandemonium right now and I wanna make sure they're okay. Keep this place under lock and key while I'm gone I trust you, bud."

Alan clapped him on the back before heading to his study on the top floor and changing into a fresh suit. He rode the banister down and bid his girls goodbye before strutting out into the balmy night air. The street was filled with revelers, crying out their support for their city in the rapidly approaching war. Alan shook his head. They shouldn't be celebrating.

With that in mind, he sidled up to a bus stop and ordered a one-way ticket to Pandemonium, ready to see what was happening and hopefully, avoid getting killed in the chaos that was apparently engulfing the place.

Genevieve:

"Hm," I said, pursing my lips. I thought for a second about adding sunglasses to my daily wardrobe just in case I came across a spontaneous explosion, but I didn't think I could take myself seriously in them. Especially in a place like Hell. "Nice to meet you Jack."

I looked around me and noticed that the area had almost entirely cleared. All that was left were the bodies of those caught in the sudden blast. Some were still moving but most had gone silent. Death was not unfamiliar to me and I gave the scene a cursory glance. And then across the plaza was a small group of people, one holding a child who seemed oddly composed given what had just happened. What could a child have gone through to land a place in Hell? I scoured her mind for images of her last moments, something I discovered I could do after arriving in Hell. I didn't understand it but it was helpful when evaluating people I met.

I focused on her energy, something I felt even from far away, and then zeroed in on the center of it. Suddenly images flooded my head of a little girl lying on the ground broken and battered as gun shots rang around her.

Suddenly I could feel her eyes on me, as if she understood what I had done and she was angry with the intrusion. I turned away quickly and returned my attention to Jack.

"Do you know where Prison is? I want to speak with some of the inmates," I finally asked, though the real reason I wanted to find the prison was because it would place me in an area much more central to the conflict - somewhere that would be tense with anxiety as the war commenced.

Genesis - Black Seraphim

I felt weird, I blinked, war was mad but he was gone now. And this guy, I looked at him and he seemed almost fatherly of me. I wondered why, but he held me like I was his child. But I felt a pain in my head, she was calling out for her release. To remove the pendent and allow her free, I leaned my head against the guys shoulder as I felt her intent to hurt people. Allowing her free would be a disaster.

"Are you alright?" The guy asked.

"Yeah." I said nodding my head.

Soon the pain and desire to take the pendent off stopped, she stopped for now. The Arch Angels tho, had started fighting, the building blowing up had to be one of the Arch Angels trying to kill all the others.

"Let me down please?" I ask sweetly.

He looked around curiously as to see if there was any danger or problems, the place had cleared out by now, and the fighting would have been taken into the skies. Then finally letting me down, I looked around at the group that had gathered up. I had to find Lord Lucifer, above all else and if it's the last thing I could do, I had to do.

"Where is Feoryn?" I asked.

Each of them looked at each other, unsure of who I was talking about, War had mentioned the man's name who I had sensed was the same as Lucifer if not more so.

"Ah, the little angel girl calls for me." I heard behind me.

Feoryn hovered down slowly, making his presence known, I was for sure now, I wasn't sensing War's power, I was sensing Feoryn's power. Feoryn had such identical power to Lord Lucifer, maybe he was Lord Lucifer? Couldn't be, why would Lord Lucifer take another Nephilm's body? I was the first as always to step forward bravely.

"Do you, do you know where Lord Lucifer is? Are you Lord Lucifer?" I ask curiously.

"No, I'm not Lucifer, and I don't know where he is. But you, that pendent of your's intreasts me. What did he fear so much to seal something away in the likes of you?" He asked.

"I don't know," I said putting both my hands on my pendent. "Lucifer told me it was a pendent of authority."

Cecilia

Feoryn was talking to the little girl, who was asking about a pendant that she wore around her neck and Lucifer. It seemed off for a little girl to be talking about things like Lucifer, but she didn't speak like a little girl.

"Authority? And when did Lucifer give this to you?"

"Recently... do you know where he went?"

Feoryn walked a few steps towards her, "No one is privy to that information."

"Then I will find someone who is." The little girl got up and went towards the fighting, looking for people who did know. As I knew he would do, Tim got up and followed the girl, stopping and healing people on the way.

"How did you know what was going to happen?," I asked Feoryn.

He sat down in front of me. "Pregognition. I can manipulate fire too."

"I can put people to sleep and I can control air. I held up my hand and pressed air out of my fingertips, blowing back his hair.

Feoryn grabbed my hand and brought it towards him. "Oh, wow. What happened?"
I didn't know what he was talking about. I took my hand out of his grasp and looked at it. The skin was teared into shreds. In places I could see muscle, even bones. I looked at my other hands, the pain was the same. I hadn't noticed it because I'd been used to intense pain in my hands, I would practice viola for two or three hours a day, sometimes until I'd bleed. Flesh memory always beats out pain. I only felt a mild stinging coming from them.

"Go get the doctor to fix them."

"No, no yo buena."

He frowned at me, "At least wrap them up." He handed me some gauze, and I bound wrapped my injuries. I didn't like it, my hands felt like clubs.

Jack Masters

"You wanna go to the Gates huh? Usually people try to to steer away from that place. It's not exactly the friendliest towards visitors." I told her.

"I'm sure it's not that bad." She said.

"Really? You'd had to do some pretty twisted stuff to get locked up in Hell." By the way she was looking at me, I could tell if I didn't take her to the Gates, she'd find another way there. "But I guess I could show you the way. It's not too far from where I live, we should be there in no time."

I began walking in the opposite direction of the now burning building, noticing a group of survivors chatting ahead of me for the first time. It was the same people I'd seen before.

Strange how the people closest to the explosion were the ones who survived. I studied each one of them as I walked by, taking a mental note in case I met them again.

"So, what did you say you're name was?"

Spoiler

This is only short because I am studying for finals.

Teror

I was wandering through the Chaos when I felt a large amount of Chaos. I closed my eyes and smiled mischievously. Maybe there would be some victims for me to kill so that I could make my name known. I needed to be the king.

I deciphered that the large amount of Chaos that was constantly increasing was coming from the city of Pandemonium. That wasn't that far away. I crouched down, and my wings, the wing span of about 20 feet, extended from my back. I was shoving off from the ground, flying into the air, and leaving a circle of dust where I was.

I neared the city to see people running around. This brought a smile to my face. I landed in front of the Gates of Hell and waited.

*Sry, I haven't posted much, days and nights screwed up after exams. Will post shortly in the meantime I'm going to post in the DT.*

Alan:

The bus slowed to a halt as thousands of people filled the streets, surging away from multiple columns of thick black smoke in the distance. Pandemonium, it seemed, was living up to its name. Alan stood and trotted to the front of the bus, where the driver sat. He stared out at the throngs of people, clearly confused and trying to figure out how to proceed. Alan grabbed onto a pole that stretched from ground to ceiling for support.

"Just... start honking your horn and pressing forward. They'll move."

The driver did as Alan suggested and started slowly pressing through the panicked populace that hurried past. Alan frowned, thinking how only yesterday, war had seemed like the insults schoolboys hurled at one another from across the playground. Threatening sounding, sure, but ultimately just hot air. Now, though... now it was different. It was a real, tangible thing. He bid the driver stop and hopped off the bus, determined to hoof it through the masses of people. He needed to see this for himself. Why, he did not know.

Eventually, the crowd began to thin out as Alan approached the plaza, before it ultimately became just him, trudging through abandoned streets as trash and other detritus blew past him in the breeze. Off in the distance, the sounds of a battle raged, but to Alan they were merely whispers on the wind. Eventually, he found his way to the plaza. Across the way was a gaggle of people. Rubble and bodies were strewn about, and yet these people were chatting like it was nothing. Fearing for his life, he crouched and edged his way up to view the cluster from a distance. He couldn't hear them, but he could certainly see them. Multiple massive pairs of wings were hard to miss, after all...

Maybe I should sit this little powwow out... he mused.

Timothy Johnson
I followed the little girl across the plaza. I couldn't let her go all on her own now, could I? Even if she was acting a lot more mature than a girl her age should've. I was starting to realize that she was probably older than she looked. Who knew how many years she had been here.

I healed the once that I passed, or tried to help them as well as I could, but I couldn't help them all unless I stopped following the girl, and I didn't want to do that. On the other hand I didn't want to leave these people suffering either.

"I don't know where you're going, but could you wait a few minutes?"

She looked up at me, quizzically. "You don't need to come with me."

"I know that, but I want to," I said with a smile. It might've been my imagination, but hse looked a bit relieved. "Let me just help the ones who are dying, then we can go."

She nodded and I hurried to locate the once who had the worst injuries. The people closest to the explosion had all died, but a few meters away I saw signs of life. I headed over there and healed them as quickly as I could. I couldn't heal them all, not completely, since it drained my energy, but I could at least keep them from dying.

When I was done I joined the little girl again and followed her. "I'm Tim, by the way. What's your name?"

Genesis

This Tim guy, he was strange, healing demons who were wounded in the blast. There was no one like that besides him, who didn't demand some sort of payment, all demons demanded some sort of payment for any type of service. But he didn't demand any payment, humans were so strange, this one even stranger than most others.

"I'm Angelic." I said.

"Alright Angelic, I'll protect you from any trouble that might come your way." He said.

"You don't have to, most demons don't pay me any mind unless I do something bad." I said.

"Well, I'll come to make sure you don't do something bad." He said.

I nodded and went back to walking into the direction that I was, my hand around the pendent Lord Lucifer had given me. He soon followed behind, I thought to myself remembering when I first awoken in Hell. Seeing Lord Lucifer and waking in his palace, the memories were sharp in mind, but there was a time when there was no memories. It was just blank, then I remember seeing my sister at our house, those men, those men, who were they? They did bad things to me and sis. Then I remembered, sis!

"Hey you healed lots of people right?" I asked.

"Yea, why?" He asked.

"Have you seen my sister? She's missing, and I'm looking for her." I asked.