Post by Orion on Sept 2, 2004 0:18:41 GMT -5
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Each warrior is born a clean slate, remembering nothing. The only instincts that they can act upon are drawn from their pasts. Placed in this kingdom, or perhaps drawn to it like a beacon, this newest Hellspawn finds himself in and among a dense collection of tree limbs high in the forest canopy. This kingdom, this Ulster was an alien realm to the Spawn. Indeed, wiped of all his memories of his past, most things were alien to him, yet had a strange familairity to them.
Strangely, most of them still know their names. This Hellspawn is no exception. Orion is what he answers to and upon cross examining himself, he finds that he's dawned in the trademark Hellspawn uniform, only clad slightly in armor. Confused, he instinctively begins to try and retrace his steps, only to come up empty handed. Indeed, his first memories are of only few seconds ago. Before his mind has the time it needs to think through his plite, his thoughts are interupted by a scream not too far off from where he rests up in the trees.
Instinctively, he silently makes his way, undetected, through the tree tops like some sort of ghost. His pupilless glowing green eyes look down to assess the situation as his huge red cape and collar sway slightly in the breeze. Though he doesn't recall seeing it before, he knows what he is looking at. It is the sight of two hairy and burly bandits with a fair maiden pinned down with one of them taking his blade and cutting off through her clothing, a classic sign that a rape is about to transpire, that is unless someone or something steps in to interfer in the maiden's behalf.
In the blink of an eye, Orion swoops down and lands right behind the two perverts. Quickly, he grasps each of them by the outside sides of their heads and closes his arms together. The result is that of the two bandits having their heads smashed together, though not knowing his own strength, both are killed upon impact. Still gasping and panting, the maiden looks up to lay eyes upon her hero, only to look upon him with more horror in her eyes than she had whe gazing at the bandits. "Monster!", she screams as she jumps up and runs off. Orion reaches out his open palm towards the fading image of the girl running off into the woods, as though trying to cling to her, seemingly desperate for human contact.
While she quickly jumped up, her feet had knocked over a lantern that either belonged to her or the dead bandits. The surrounding vegetation had caught fire and the image and heat of the flames brought and up rush of terrible memories to Orion's mind. In an instant, he was back in Hell, burning in the fires that burn forever but do not consume. Tormented by the images of those he loved and hated in life, and of the deal he'd made to return to the realm of the living. He was a paladin, a knight of The Lord. But he had commited so many unspeakable acts of evil in the name of God, that when he wad murdered in his sleep, his soul was damnd to Hell.
Remembering now that he accepted the deal to become a Hellspawn in order to return to the realm of the living, Orion realized that he'd gone from being a paladin to a ranking officer in Hell's army. He went from being a knight of God, to being a knight of the Devil. Thinking back on some of the view evil deeds he remembers, he wonders if he truely ever was a knight of God, or perhaps he'd always been a knight of the Devil. Snapping back to reality now, he finds himself laying on his side, curled up in a fetal position and with the palm of his hands covering his face.
He'd not realized it, but he'd been laying there like that for at least ten minutes and crying out screams of unspeakable agony and torment. Only the smallest fraction of his memory had returned to him though. The real pain was yet to come. Standing to his feet, he turns around suddenly as he hears a noise behind him. What he sees is a beautiful black stallion, all decked out in battle armor. He recongnizes the horse instinctively and whispers the word "Metatron". His beloved steed in life, Orion could only wonder how Metatron had managed to find him here, or perhaps he was sent by some unknown force, or perhaps maybe even the creature standing before him wasn't he beloved horse after all. Regardless, Orion walked up to Metatron and found him the exact same way he remembered him, even with his sword mounted on his side. Grasping it and its sheath, Orion placed his sword by his side and his shield on his back.
The fire coming back to mind, he looked back at where it was only to find it wasn't burning anymore. Infact, it was raining now, a rather terrible thunder storm. One that was a perfect physical representation of the inner storm raging inside the mind, heart and soul of the new Hellspawn. A puddle of water had gathered at his feet and he looked down at it to see his reflection. No wonder the maiden had screamed and called him a monster. Though almost all Hellspawn's wear a mask that covers their face, Orion's wear was more similar to an armored helmet. Removing it, he saw now why he was lucky to have something that covered his entire head.
A look of shock and horror filled him as he gazed upon the rotten and corpse-like head he was cursed with. He quickly put his helmet back on to cover it up and fell to his knees. Tilting his head up towards the heavens, the surrounding forest was filled with more screams from the most recent Spawn. "Nnnnoooooooooooo!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as what he'd really become very slowly began to dawn on him.
Each warrior is born a clean slate, remembering nothing. The only instincts that they can act upon are drawn from their pasts. Placed in this kingdom, or perhaps drawn to it like a beacon, this newest Hellspawn finds himself in and among a dense collection of tree limbs high in the forest canopy. This kingdom, this Ulster was an alien realm to the Spawn. Indeed, wiped of all his memories of his past, most things were alien to him, yet had a strange familairity to them.
Strangely, most of them still know their names. This Hellspawn is no exception. Orion is what he answers to and upon cross examining himself, he finds that he's dawned in the trademark Hellspawn uniform, only clad slightly in armor. Confused, he instinctively begins to try and retrace his steps, only to come up empty handed. Indeed, his first memories are of only few seconds ago. Before his mind has the time it needs to think through his plite, his thoughts are interupted by a scream not too far off from where he rests up in the trees.
Instinctively, he silently makes his way, undetected, through the tree tops like some sort of ghost. His pupilless glowing green eyes look down to assess the situation as his huge red cape and collar sway slightly in the breeze. Though he doesn't recall seeing it before, he knows what he is looking at. It is the sight of two hairy and burly bandits with a fair maiden pinned down with one of them taking his blade and cutting off through her clothing, a classic sign that a rape is about to transpire, that is unless someone or something steps in to interfer in the maiden's behalf.
In the blink of an eye, Orion swoops down and lands right behind the two perverts. Quickly, he grasps each of them by the outside sides of their heads and closes his arms together. The result is that of the two bandits having their heads smashed together, though not knowing his own strength, both are killed upon impact. Still gasping and panting, the maiden looks up to lay eyes upon her hero, only to look upon him with more horror in her eyes than she had whe gazing at the bandits. "Monster!", she screams as she jumps up and runs off. Orion reaches out his open palm towards the fading image of the girl running off into the woods, as though trying to cling to her, seemingly desperate for human contact.
While she quickly jumped up, her feet had knocked over a lantern that either belonged to her or the dead bandits. The surrounding vegetation had caught fire and the image and heat of the flames brought and up rush of terrible memories to Orion's mind. In an instant, he was back in Hell, burning in the fires that burn forever but do not consume. Tormented by the images of those he loved and hated in life, and of the deal he'd made to return to the realm of the living. He was a paladin, a knight of The Lord. But he had commited so many unspeakable acts of evil in the name of God, that when he wad murdered in his sleep, his soul was damnd to Hell.
Remembering now that he accepted the deal to become a Hellspawn in order to return to the realm of the living, Orion realized that he'd gone from being a paladin to a ranking officer in Hell's army. He went from being a knight of God, to being a knight of the Devil. Thinking back on some of the view evil deeds he remembers, he wonders if he truely ever was a knight of God, or perhaps he'd always been a knight of the Devil. Snapping back to reality now, he finds himself laying on his side, curled up in a fetal position and with the palm of his hands covering his face.
He'd not realized it, but he'd been laying there like that for at least ten minutes and crying out screams of unspeakable agony and torment. Only the smallest fraction of his memory had returned to him though. The real pain was yet to come. Standing to his feet, he turns around suddenly as he hears a noise behind him. What he sees is a beautiful black stallion, all decked out in battle armor. He recongnizes the horse instinctively and whispers the word "Metatron". His beloved steed in life, Orion could only wonder how Metatron had managed to find him here, or perhaps he was sent by some unknown force, or perhaps maybe even the creature standing before him wasn't he beloved horse after all. Regardless, Orion walked up to Metatron and found him the exact same way he remembered him, even with his sword mounted on his side. Grasping it and its sheath, Orion placed his sword by his side and his shield on his back.
The fire coming back to mind, he looked back at where it was only to find it wasn't burning anymore. Infact, it was raining now, a rather terrible thunder storm. One that was a perfect physical representation of the inner storm raging inside the mind, heart and soul of the new Hellspawn. A puddle of water had gathered at his feet and he looked down at it to see his reflection. No wonder the maiden had screamed and called him a monster. Though almost all Hellspawn's wear a mask that covers their face, Orion's wear was more similar to an armored helmet. Removing it, he saw now why he was lucky to have something that covered his entire head.
A look of shock and horror filled him as he gazed upon the rotten and corpse-like head he was cursed with. He quickly put his helmet back on to cover it up and fell to his knees. Tilting his head up towards the heavens, the surrounding forest was filled with more screams from the most recent Spawn. "Nnnnoooooooooooo!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as what he'd really become very slowly began to dawn on him.