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  • How many points does the Ink Cloud form ability cost? The power's listed in the Players Guide, but there's no cost listed there. Can I find this cost somewhere else?

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    • I have an idea for a Faustian who seeks to create a new paradise on earth. Unlike the one that was lost after the rebellion, this one would be free of God's influence, thus proving that mortals didn't need God to be happy. Unfortunately, spending thousands of years in the Abyss has tainted the Faustian's interpretation of what constitutes as 'paradise.' The effects of their Torment result in the spreading of anarchy, in which the wants of the individual outweigh the needs of the masses. Most of their cultists turn to the demon seeking to achieve their desires in a more expedient fashion than earning them through proper merit.

      Haven't decided which kind of demon to make them, yet. I'm thinking either a Rabisu or Lammasu?

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      • Originally posted by Nyrufa View Post
        I have an idea for a Faustian who seeks to create a new paradise on earth. Unlike the one that was lost after the rebellion, this one would be free of God's influence, thus proving that mortals didn't need God to be happy. Unfortunately, spending thousands of years in the Abyss has tainted the Faustian's interpretation of what constitutes as 'paradise.' The effects of their Torment result in the spreading of anarchy, in which the wants of the individual outweigh the needs of the masses. Most of their cultists turn to the demon seeking to achieve their desires in a more expedient fashion than earning them through proper merit.

        Haven't decided which kind of demon to make them, yet. I'm thinking either a Rabisu or Lammasu?
        Rabisu would fit like a glove


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        • Originally posted by Crowley View Post
          Rabisu would fit like a glove

          That's what I was thinking, too.

          I was also considering their apocalyptic form being some kind of demonic bear, since some cultures view the bear to be a symbol of love.

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          • I was wondering if someone was happening to be running an online Demon game. This seems like the best game I'll never get to play.
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            • Can demons see the living inhabitants of the skinlands and perceive them while being in the shadowlands or does the veil block it?


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              • Supernatural is a garbage show but the new season did something right by giving us a good example of a low-Torment Apocalyptic form.

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                • Originally posted by magnus666 View Post
                  Can demons see the living inhabitants of the skinlands and perceive them while being in the shadowlands or does the veil block it?

                  im pretty sure the veil would block it


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                  • What modern movies would you see that might serve as inspiration for Demon?
                    I'll start: The Ritual 2017 is an almost perfect representation of an Earthbound whose reliquary is the land itself.
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                    • The Conjuring 2, Annabelle, Annabelle:Creation and The Nun all feature appropriately frightening demons even if they change between Reliquaries and hosts far more than the Fallen could realistically do.

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                      • ok...Movies, this is a hard one but...my TO GO MOVIES are
                        The Man Who Fell to Earth. yes, the david bowie one.

                        Hellraiser 1 & 2, possibly 3

                        The Mothman Prophecies .

                        Prince of Darkness

                        Evil Dead (Fede Alves)

                        It (Pennywise itself is a fucking earthbound)

                        City of Angels: Yeah, the nicolas cage one...i always seen the angels as slayers in a more romantic touch or view.

                        Babadook

                        Hereditary

                        Burnbright (the evil superman movie)

                        Good Omens

                        American Gods (YES I SAID IT!)

                        The Exorcist TV Show

                        Preacher has some interesting concepts when it comes to Hell

                        The End of Days: The fucking devil in that movie is an earthbound, he is posessing a human body and he only lets go of it when its way too damaged.

                        The devil's House

                        We are Still Here.

                        Masters of Horror's Cigarette Burn.

                        The neil gaiman short story "Murder Mystery."

                        Urghhh.......Devilman Crybaby has some interesting ideas....if only the characters were you know...LESS STERIOTYPES AND MORE THINKING PEOPLE!.



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                        • Forgot to mention

                          Hannibal the TV Show


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                          • Oi! hows everyone doing? i recently started to work on the fiction of D20, i been doing some work and been trying to push it as much as i can. my grammar sucks and english aint my first language. I already wrotte a rough sketch of what i have in mind. If you wish i can post excerpts of the fiction on the book.


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                            • Originally posted by Beriorn View Post
                              How many points does the Ink Cloud form ability cost? The power's listed in the Players Guide, but there's no cost listed there. Can I find this cost somewhere else?
                              Two years late to this comment, but Ink Cloud is listed in the Earthbound book as 2 points. Given the Players' Guide specifically mentions that High Torment version of powers have a 1 point discount, and all Earthbound powers are High Torment only, one could argue the normal cost for Ink Cloud is thus 3 points. I don't think it's worth 3 points, personally. YMMV.

                              Also, just for fun I've scripted an automatic Apocalyptic Form generator, and after some playing around have discovered that given the constraints - Each form must have 8 abilities, and the sum of ability points for each form must equal 16 - that out of around 6700 combinations, there's only TEN valid combinations. This surprised me; I assumed there'd be more than ten. Once this was discovered it made the script faster and tighter, though. So yay!


                              Open the gates of Hell: Random Demon Generator.

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                              • So, i finally got a skelleton of ideas sort of made, im doing the first draft on the book. Heres the first piece of fiction for y'all. I hope you enjoy it..

                                Prologue.
                                Sympathy for the Devil.


                                <<This was the way the world was going to end.
                                Not with a bang but with a whimper.>>>

                                The figure sat in front of the televisions, each channel shouting new information, walls being built in mexico, Brexit, assassination attemps on different part of the world, terrorists attack in London. He was a spider in the middle of this web of information, each window was crying out for mercy for understanding and for knowledge that he could provide. – after all, ¿hadn’t him provided enough for them?- In his fingers he held the print version of Days of Fire. It was a sleeper hit and different libraries were selling copies of it.
                                The path of wisdom was going to be a long and rough walk to crawl. Their sworn enemies had turned the world into a land of confusion, where being no one would give you glamour and fame, the little banalities of life. While being someone would make you feel shun upon by your peers. The figure in white lied against the red leather couch as every screen showed new information, from the nuclear attack in Bangladesh to a counter terrorist operation in London. The world had change once more, and he was part of both the beginning and the end, as he always had been.
                                The bandages were bloody and he felt hopeless for the first time ever. His radiant figure was shattered by the Light of Wendell, His wing was torn to pieces only held by pieces of wire and bandages, the room’s floor was a map of blood, ashes and angel’s dust.
                                His mind was twisted with ideas feelings and sensations new to him, alien in nature. Tears of joy and screams of anguish sorrow echoed the motel room. One of his shoulder’s and wing was dangling through pieces of fiber and muscle burn to a sunder, the one proudfull No-Where King was now defeated. She had turned the tides of war, Wisdom – The Fourth Path- Was slowly moving away from his grasps. The most Beautiful of them all was now weak and gasping to air, feeling pain and guilt for the first time on his existence. Names of people that loved him ran through his head, The Carpenter, The Roman Emperor, The Musician, The Priest , The Archeologist, and The First Woman. He felt the anger, the rage of every human being, of every creature on existence as they spat brimstone over his name. And he Wanted to Die. She had beaten him, using the precious Freewill as a weapon against him. It was more effective than anything that he had predicted. The Man –All dressed in white except for the ashes over his shoulder- took his phone and saw the numbers, there had to be someone nearby, someone to help him. “Oh Yes.” He thought as he hissed between teeth’s. Somewhere in America his personal doctor would be expecting him. A quick message and now he had to wait for his ride there. It was going to be a long night, the longest night ever.
                                The figure had made two phone calls that night, the most important of them all until tonight. He never needed anyone’s help. He walked out of the second floor of the trashy motel in the middle of nowhere, outside under the pale moon light lied one vehicle, a yellow taxi. The man Approached holding his shoulder as the Taxi Driver – a familiar figure he had bumped in the L.A Nights a couple of times- Looked at him stating.
                                -Where To?.
                                The man only said
                                -Cairo, Illinois.
                                The taxi driver nodded almost solemnly. Both had problems for these nights, both wanted to be left alone, both were horrible parents about to face destiny once more. The man in white lied on the backseat of the vehicle not saying anything, the taxi driver said nothing. Both knew Hospitals woudnt do.
                                -Why Cairo?. The taxi driver asked
                                -I still have a connection in there. Said the man in white
                                -Perhaps is it best for you to heal thy own wounds. He said, almost quoting The Book. To which the man in white gave a glance at the driver.
                                -No. Its but something new yet old and familiar. I might need the help of someone else to figure this out. He said, the words ‘Help’ stinged on his tongue, his pride was still slightly shattered.
                                -So, What will you do once we arrive to ‘Cai-Row’. Said the taxi driver.
                                - for once, I don’t know. The plan is now dead and my options are running scares, my contacts are gone and for once. I feel something strange, I feel heaviness on my chest.
                                The driver nodded saying “For that is the burden of being us, to feel guilt and regret, anger and rage.”
                                -Its, strange. I can put words to these sensations, perhaps I had them once, perhaps I lost them after I fell, perhaps.
                                -What will you do about the rest of the world.
                                The man in white thought for a moment, the world was changing, the world was moving. It wasn’t his world anymore. No matter what happened his only goal was for Humanity to Survive, and for Humanity to defeat Her. Everything else was Irrelevant.
                                -I don’t know. He said in a meditative tone, slowly getting used to the pain.
                                The yellow taxi left the outskirts of Los Angeles, it was going to be a long travel for both tired beings. He woudnt have called this favour if it wasn’t important, there was something a miss and something had changed on him, Could it been that she forgave him after all?, No. that was impossible. The Taxi Driver keep his route, looking back to the wounded man from time to time. Perhaps as a curiosity or as a rarity that only happened once on a lifetime. The driver asked.
                                -What happened to your kin?
                                -My brothers and sisters?. I can sense them, they are in pain, and they are slowly filling the coup that is this chalice.
                                -The world has moved on, you understand that. Don’t you?.
                                -The world as moved away from us, yet it calls us again. We are needed again, my fellow.- said the man in white, leaning to the driver’s license saying “Ah..your name is hard to read. Names have power, do you know?”. The driver nodded saying “The name givers are dangerous yet well known due to that.” The man in white nodded, he knew the first name givers for he had given them tools to life and learn. “May I give you a suggestion?” he said between sharp groans of pain as the car moved through the highway outside the city. “May you speak true and may your words be as powerful as your pen, Men in White.” Said the driver. “Kapaneus. “ replied the man in white. “Excuseme?” asked the driver. “it’s a fitting name for a warrior of the land.” He uttered as the driver nodded.
                                There was silence in the vehicle as the man in white said “Can you turn on the radio?”. The Driver’s hand held the buttons of the radio as news came from it, Venezuela in crisis, Christians saying the end of days was coming, terrorist attacks on London, Endron was opening a new power plant in Bangladesh and walls with names for the victims of the 1999 nuclear meltdown. The voice on the radio was loud and speaking messages that both knew too well. The Driver noticed the man in white completely silent, worried even. Perhaps was compassion or curiosity but the driver changed the radio station. The car was speeding through the highways as they were somewhere around Barstow near the edge of the desert, when the music started to kick in. The loudspeakers slammed against glass as the base ran through his fingertips. The drive was going to be around twenty hours, only a couple of stops. The Man in white was fading in and out of existence, lingering to whatever sense of purpouse he had. And the Driver knew, he could sense the lingering stench of –not death- but oblivion trying to get a hold of the man in white, The driver knew he had to drive faster than death. He didn’t cared about the cops since now they were too far into the desert. The man in white looked at the driver as the music blasted saying with a coyly smile “What do we say to the God of Death?” the driver wrapped his fingers around the wheel saying “not today.” The man in white was amused, for all the time in the universe they both had, they had enough time to have hobbies, habits. To even laugh for a moment. Then he realized it, he was laughing, Death was making him laugh, the cancer that She had given him made him laugh. They saw a small gastation on the road as Kapaneus drove towards the place. The man in white looked around for a moment. Holding his shoulder, he needed to cover his wounds. He wanted to stretch his legs while Kapaneus pulled near a gaspump. One word and his hand moved over his own shoulder, The injury was there but it would be enough to make any onlookers believe he had a minor accident. The injury was now covered under a lie, threads of his clothes now appeared as if he was wearing a cast and his shoulder was wrapped in bandages. The man in white stepped out of the car as he dragged his body onto the seven eleven nearby. As soon as he opened the door he could hear the muffle sound of the stock screams and what sounded like a glass shattering. He noticed the cashier looking on a small tv while the screams were produced by it. As a voice came from the tv saying ‘ His Reign of Evil is No More.’ The man in white walked through the alleys picking random things, he could feel pain, could he feel pleasure at least?. Taking small bags of patatochips, some soft drinks he headed to the cashier he could hear a feminine voice coming from the tv saying ‘ Yes, honey, the nightmare is finally over, For you and us. ‘King of the vampires’ was , unfortunately, the best bloodsucker film to come out of Estudio Sombra, mexico’s ‘Shadow Studio’ in the mid ‘50’s but it was by no means the last.’ The cashier looked at the man in white saying
                                -Fanny fangs, ain’t she a babe?
                                The man in white just arched a brow as he picked some sunglasses. The cashier scanned the things as the man in white looked around for a moment. Noticing Kapaneus looking through the store, he woudnt need anything. But the image of Kapaneus looking through the small plastic guns for kids, the novelty plastic vampire fangs and then moving to the dvd bin was amusing enough. More amusing when he noticed Kapaneus taking a closer look to a DVD of Taxi Driver.
                                -And that Too. Said the man in white.
                                As they left the cashier suddenly said “you left your credit card!” he shouted to the man in white, turning his back as the man read the name on the visa saying “here you go Mr Cypher.” The man in white smiled as he took the card. Reaching for his pocket and giving him twenty bucks extra. Just by looking at him he knew that Larry –The cashier- had a rough life, mom and dad were in odd terms, he had to finish college and he was doing the extra work here. Trying to help his girlfriend mandy who might been having an affair. Larry looked at Mr Cypher and said.
                                -excuse me, I know you may get this asked very often but.
                                Damn it, he though, he might be a thrall, he might be another supernatural after his trail.
                                • Are you?
                                Cypher said nothing, he knew using That name on that card was a bad idea, but an amusing one never the least
                                • David Bowie?
                                Kapaneus looked amused for a moment at the comparision.
                                • No, though people confuse me with him from time to time.
                                • Oh, ok..also, thanks for the extra cash. Have a good night sir.
                                Cypher left the store holding some bags as he handed the DVD copy of Taxi Driver to Kapaneus. The second one looked at him almost wondering about the nature of Cypher and why was he so non chalant about the situation itself. Kapaneus had parked the car nearby as they walked in the middle of the desert night. Some houses and small fences were all over the place, trucks coming and going from time to time as there was relative peace in this exiled land away from the stars of L.A.
                                -Why did you gave him more money?. Asked kapaneus, knowing how irrelevant was this human going to be.
                                - I understand the loneliness of people. Its our gift and our curse, we understand emotions even if we don’t feel them. We fell because we felt too much. My punishment was not to feel anymore, though my kin are now leaded by passion.
                                -So, you decided to give some extra money because you feel Pity?.
                                -no, I felt Sympathy.
                                As they walked to the car, they noticed two figures lying against the hood of the car. Kapaneus was about to move closer until Cypher stopped him, shaking his head. The first of the figures moved saying
                                -Well, well, well. If isn’t david bowie and his friend khal drogo.
                                -Good Evening, lost childe. Said Kapaneus to one of them, he was bald and wearing a leather jacket while the other was smaller, scrawny with a black hand tattoo on his forehead.
                                -You know what night is tonight, right?.
                                Kapaneus didn’t moved, Cypher neither.
                                -Tonight’s wild pack night…and that means
                                As the other motioned his arm, slowly twisting the flesh and extending the bones of his knuckles like razors.
                                • You are tonight’s playthings.
                                • Which one you wanna fuck, Khal or Bowie
                                • Dunno, which one looks more like a bottom bitch, or which one would be a good ghoul.
                                • Enough. Stated kapaneus
                                • What ya gonna do to us, you poor son of a bitch?. Asked the taller one as kapaneus approached him
                                • Henry, childe of connor, childe of Beatrix , childe of Apostas. Said Kapaneus.
                                • What a fuck?
                                • Who the fuck are you, an elder? Are you a Cammie son of a bitch?
                                • Nah, he must me a malky, a fishy malky apparently. What about you, david bowie. Are you a fucking tremere or a toreador?. You are in our turf, Sabbat land.
                                As soon as Kapaneus heard the name he closed his fist, he thought about his childes his blood running through their veins.
                                • You don’t realize who you be speaking to? Who’s blood runs through your veins, vermin exiled from the land of Nod?.
                                • What? The land of nod, how do you know about that? You must be old and crazy as fuck but I can drag your ass to the abyss. Said the taller one as shadows started to dance around them.
                                • The Abyss?. Asked Cypher. How Dare you, Worthless , meaningless. As he moved in closer, each shadow moved back like snakes to the flame. The two fledlings looked at each other with fear on their eyes.
                                • What a fuck? A tremere bitch?.
                                Kapaneus took a step back. He knew that Cypher was holding the rage and anger, his shoulder was burning with new sensations and new ways to explore the world of flesh In front of him.
                                • Tremere?, I have no idea what do you speak of.- he knew, but also he had a flair for the dramatic
                                • Ah…The blood of goratrix. Mentioned Kapaneus. The Soul of Salout. I can sense them, a living paradox, one lies within the other.
                                The one extending his bones lounged forwards as he screamed in panic, one sharp motion as his bones sank in the cheek of Kapaneus. No blood touched the ground. A scream broke the silence of the night as the tall one fell backwards trying to cower on his shadows, the latter ones being afraid of the two’s presences. The smaller one lied on the ground, his jaw bones were missing. Kapaneus never lifted a finger, but seven times seven may bear the burden over whoever touched him.
                                • Holy shit. Said the one who fell to his back. You are..
                                • I am old. Said Kapaneus. Ancient even.
                                • And what are you?. Said looking to the man In white.
                                • I am God’s Love. I am her mercy, I am her consciousness. I am the shadow casted in the shape of a snake, coiling its tail around the garden.
                                Kapaneus had heard those words, almost like an old wound he could mutter the same words. The one on the ground tried to escape as kapaneus pressed his feet over the smaller one’s ankle, holding him in place like a viper wraps a mice.
                                • Why. Muttered the poor victim. Why are you with this betraying monster! You should fight for us! You should prepare humanity for your arrival! You should consume all the fucking humans and give us a world where we can rule!.
                                • I drive people to their destination; that’s who I am. Remember, wherever we go, is my blood which makes your fate.
                                • Enough with this. You insult me with your presence and your parlor tricks, Do you wish to see the abyss? Do you wish to see what god left for you and your kin? Do you wish to see how Hell looks like? Hell is words, Hell is a concept made by men in their weakest moments to fear Her. There is but Thousand’s Hells defined by human souls. But I will show you what true Hell is. Kapaneus, Deny him.- said the man in white, Kapaneus never took orders, but this time he would, for once he was not scared, but curious and fascinated with the rage and anger of a No Land King.
                                • Henry childe of LaSombra, bearer of the mark of Lau-Som-Bheu , Son of Connor of Connaught. I Am your Forefather, I am the one who’s blood runs through your veins. And I Don’t Love you. I Hate you, I despise your existence, and the bloodline from which you came.
                                Henry’s voice became a shriek as the shadows casted by him were swallowed by Something else. With one motion and a word in Ennochian his body had suddenly been pushed away from reality, swallowed into the true darkness of the universe. He wanted to use the powers of the Abyss and for now Henry was locked somewhere within the abyss, his soul being torn into pieces by other unfortunate beings, his mind broken into pieces by the hatred of God itself. The Abyss was the absence of God. And now the vampire knew how it felt, how it must have feel to be abandoned by what he believed in. The crawling blood of The Eldest was quivering in fear, Cypher could smell it. Kapaneus was not amused. His rage was a mask of curiosity while witnessing what She had done to Cypher. He lied his hand over the tzimisce as this one had no mouth but had to scream.
                                • Tell your kin, to stay away from my path. He said to the mouthless figure. You are my messanger, and they will know. No more second chances, no more stumbling or trying to stop me. You are my message, to All of them. To the Betrayer of Baal and his kin of twisted half breed sin eaters and to the ones who follow my words as if their life’s depended on it. You are my messenger, And this is my Message.
                                His hand held the face of the descendant of the tzimisce’s blood. Children’s slept tidy in their beds, loving parents hugging each other. Dogs sleeping as the stars slowly moved across the night sky. The next morning the message would be clear for all of them to see. The Name Givers, The Children’s of Dreams and nightmares, The Imbued, The Blood of Caine, The Wolves of the Beast of Eden, The Undead ones wrapped in memories, The Citizents of the Shadow, the Astral Beings high above and the nightmares outside the universe, The Crooked Sickness of god and his million dancers, They would all know.
                                Twenty minutes later they would drive away from Barstow as Kapaneus lied in silence for the next couple of hours.
                                • That’s how She felt when she casted us away.
                                • Your kin and my parents?
                                • My kin, your parents, The other one, your kin.
                                • She hates us.
                                • And until recently I thought she left us. I think she might be coming back.
                                • Why did you do that to him?
                                • Because I wanted them to know.
                                • What? That I walk the nights among them?
                                • No, that I am still here. For all that is worth, I am still here.
                                • Why do you want them to know?.
                                • Because, I don’t know what will happened next. I can feel myself fading away, and the best thing I can do is make everyone believe im still here. Or else.
                                • Or else what?
                                • I have many enemies. Not only the Earthbounds. But the Forgotten ones, the Nephilim’s who lie twisted in their mazes of nightmares and madness, And The Armies of Before.
                                • To your times, I am young. But please, do tell me more about these, I know little about your kin.
                                • Ignorance is a bliss.
                                • I insist.
                                Cypher took a deep breath, and through the window.
                                • During the war or wrath we fought things that should not be named. During the fall we saw horrible things made by mankind. And some were thanks to their ignorance and stupidity.
                                • What are these, forgotten ones?.
                                • You feed of blood, don’t you? We feed of faith, belief. Belief is sacrifice, is to put yourself on the fire line for an idea that might or might not be paussible, its to jump off a clif and knowing you will fly. Except that human’s cant fly anymore. During the times we existed, humans turned ideas, concepts into people. An Anthropomorfic Personification of an idea. If humans saw lightning in the sky, it wasn’t because the clouds were clashing generating energy. It wasn’t because our swords clashed our enemies armors. It was because, there was a god behind that. At least, that’s how they used to think. And Gods require sacrifice. After my kin fell, I was the only one on earth, but I learned that humans had created Gods to explain their world views, and gods demanded sacrifice.
                                • But, I know of kin who calls themselves as old gods, pagan gods in these nights.
                                • Yes, that is true. But Truths are more complicated than what you think. Let me give you an example. Remember the movie I bought you?.
                                • Yes.
                                • Do you care about The Master?
                                • Excuse me?.
                                • The Master, it’s a term we used on Hollywood. The original print, do you care about it?.
                                • Go on.
                                • Humans don’t care about The Master Print anymore, they only care about the streaming, the DVD, The VHS, The Blue Ray, the whatever next version comes. He said as he held his shoulder, groaning in pain as the conversation continued.
                                • So you are saying that, The Gods are the master print. And what we know now are the new editions of the same?.
                                • Yes and no, not quite. Humans, and supernatural beings worship a romantization of the original one, a copy that takes its own propierties and its own image based on what people believe of them. Like you.
                                • I don’t understand.
                                • Your childings believe you are the lord of death with a broadsword. Or like myself, they think I sit on a throne of skulls and I drink blood for the pleasure of it, that I lie on a chair of death and sinners, while in reality, im sit on this comftable cab.
                                • So, you are saying that, When they worship someone like Thor.
                                • They are worshiping the Idea that he represents, the image or the copy, a romantization of what they believe it was, and for them that makes it real.
                                • And the original one, what happends with it.
                                • That, my driver. Is what worries me. Fallen ones feed on belief, So what happends when people stop believing. They don’t die, they starve. Gods require sacrifice, either be blood, human lifes, souls, you name it. The mere act of siting down infront of a computer screen while avoiding you real responsibilities IS a sacrifice for them
                                • So, where are these Forgotten ones now?.
                                • I don’t know, some of them went into hiding after Christianity destroyed their religions and denied their sacrifices.
                                • But there’s people who still believe on them. Said Kapaneus
                                • Yes, but when was the last time you saw someone killing their mother for Odin, Sacrificing a baby for Loki, Ripping someone’s heart out for Quezatcoatl. To believe is to jump into the abyss and knowing you wont fall. But believing and faith are a rarity even now a days. Most Old gods must still be around, just like me, except that they are now bound to human flesh, unable to die, thirsty for human faith, for belief. They may not be as powerful as they used to be, but once they hear God officially left, they will organize.
                                • And how would that affect me? Asked kapaneus
                                • Simple, We live by the judeo Christian point of view on all this. What happends when someone comes knocking trying to bring their own personal end of the world, and trying to re model the universe in their own personal view?.
                                Kapaneus fell in silence for a few moments as the night sky extended above their heads. Cypher looked at him for a moment, wondering where the old gods were, where the forgotten ones were and what they were plotting.
                                -And these Nephilim?.
                                - My kin did horrible things, for what I understand my right hand, Not literaly mind you. Decided to do experiments with humans creating hybrids. We and the angels had to come to a truece in order to destroy them, but death was something too alien even for us back then. I know some fallen had plotted with someone to create a kingdom for humans souls, so sending them there was a big mistake. So She and her Archangels took their souls, merged them into a jewel and send it beyond Our reach. Sadly enough, the so call Name Givers were able to tap in this kingdom of madness and horror where their souls lie, a sort of laberyth made of nightmares. And I wont be surprised if they hate the universe as much as they did back then.
                                - what about the other ones, you said something about Things that should not be named.
                                -You never read lovecraft or seen any movie ever, have you?.
                                - I have no interest in that whatsoever, though some stories seem more interesting than others.
                                -such as Taxi Driver.
                                -such as Taxi Driver.
                                There was a silence for a moment, it was weird, a moment of strange realization that both beings actually enjoyed reality and its little pleasures. Gehenna and The Revelation would deny them of such.
                                • “In The beginning when She created The Heavens and The Earth there was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the Deep.” The part of the story that no one tells you about, the darkness was alive. There were hundreds of things, She created me to cast them away. I became the light in the darkness, and for a moment it was good. The darkness fled scared and She punished them by giving them A purpouse. A Proto task which she never told me about, but she made a place for them, a thousand places for them locked into one. After I defeated them, they surrender and I casted them back into a shadow that She knew. To remain formless and shapeless from their original body. Some of it escaped my sword, and went beyond the gaze of God. Lying outside, out there, somewhere waiting. She never told me what it was, but it was familiar to Her.
                                • Perhaps a world that was?
                                • Or a world that is, before the fall, every time happened at the same time. I knew all futures and all pasts, I was everywhere at the same time, I was light.
                                • And the what happened.
                                • Humans happened. And the rest is History. I wonder what happened to the outer darkness, to whatever lied out there. Some believe that the stars is what keep the darkness away.
                                • And what do you think?
                                • I think its poetic and beautiful, but a lie.
                                • What about the nameless and formeless creatures you defeated.
                                • They are, familiar, were familiar I mean. We worked in different layers of reality so, it might had happened one way, or maybe the other. Maybe She erased them from their own personal hell, or maybe they are influencing weak souls. I do not know what happened, only that they lived Interesting Times. Wake me up when we arrive to Las Vegas.
                                Silence called once more, the radio was partially dead between static sounds and soft voices intertwined by the sounds of electricity as the antenna was trying to get a hold of a signal, any signal. They were driving on the 15th Mojave Freeway as suddenly a new voice showed up on the radio saying ‘You’re listening to W-A-N-T, The High Desert, Wonder Valley Favorite radio station. It’s been a Good Night. Dave Catching Here. Not saying Goodnight, Just saying.”






                                Introduction

                                Nobody’s coming down the hall
                                Nobody echoes in my head
                                Broken reflection out of luck
                                Nobody ever needed it
                                I got what was
                                I want to take what’s left
                                Queens of the Stone Age. A Song for the Deaf.


                                Forum's Official's Joker and Trickster. Pardon my bad english, aint my first language (I Speak Spanish).
                                ST: DtF, HtR, WtO, MtA
                                Signature Chars: Crowley (hakalu), Joe The Nuwisha (WtA)
                                Changelings: be afraid of the Technocracian High Five of Doom

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