Hell on Earth RP

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(Posting order: Removed for now. If you have two characters, separate their POV's by a line break.)
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Anthony sat down on the rotting stool he had dragged up with him to guard duty. Sighing out of boredom, he decided to scan the horizon with the little ring of metal containing a piece of glass that he dared call a scope. Seeing nothing of interest, he picked up a few small rocks near him and started firing them off at boulders outside the walls of the Sanctuary. "This is so boring. Why do we even need wall guards? It's not like anything has happened here for the past year."

Anthony stood there, his rifle still trained on the Anubite and The Hidden when his radio crackled on. "Anthony, this is Miss Fairbrooks. I want you to meet up with Mr. Jakobs and hunt down all of the intruders in the city and bring them to me. Dead or alive." He pulled the radio out of his trench coat, then held down the talk button. "Uh Miss President, I have two armed nonhumans outside the gate here, what do you want me to do?"
"Are they posing any threat directly to the Sanctuary?"
"Not really."
"Then ignore them and hunt down the intruders!
"Yes ma'am!" Anthony put the radio away, looked back up at the two one last time, then ran back into the Sanctuary, following the path of destruction.
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Hiyori was dancing and laughing her way through the burning settlement with her hook swords, reaping souls from charred bodies and cutting down the occasional demon that spotted her. Almost everyone in the village had been murdered, with a few barely clinging on to life. A majority of the demon army had moved on, with a few stragglers left behind, quite a few of which she had killed. When she had almost reached the center of the small village, she spotted a figure fighting a demon. "This looks interesting."


(OOC stuff, yay. So, due to vote, posting order has been removed. Jax has joined the Rp, and I need to clear some stuff up. First, posting order has been removed to speed up the rp. It allows flexibility in events going on to continue without having to wait for someone to post. I may add it back in sometime in the future, but for how it's gone. I also want to make clear that in the Sanctuary there are many mixed opinions on Heaven and Hell. Some events occurred in the war-which I will cover in my side story-that make people no longer trust heaven. I think that's everything.)

The concrete wall shattered like porcelain. A figure hurtled through the room and crashed through the opposite wall. Then, failing like a rag-doll, the figure bounced against the hard ground for another fifty feet until slamming into another structure, leaving a considerable dent. Dust billowed through the village. It smelled of smoke, ash, and the sickening aroma of burning flesh. All around, rubble of once prosperous town crumbled into pieces.

The wind began to toss away the cloud of soot and dirt. The figure laid against the wall, mangled and broken. Body parts twisted away at odd angles. Blood flowed from beneath simple clothes, darkening a grey tank top and khaki shorts. A few bones jutted out from beneath the skin. A black mask emblazoned with a skull on the front hid the face. The form did not move.

A deep, thundering laugh echoed through the village, rumbling like a volcano just before eruption. From the crumbling building through which the figure had been flung, emerged a Vassal of Hell. The demon stood as high as a small house and seemed to be engulfed in flames. Spikes protruded from odd places on its body. Its dry, cracked skin flaked away as it walked, only to be replaced and burnt to a crisp again. It continued a deep, throaty chuckle, escalating to near mania as he neared the broken, heap of a person. Each step shattered the earth beneath it and incinerated anything nearby.

"Finally," it rumbled as it looked over the human. "Finally! Your dead!" It began on another fit of laughter. "I finally killed you!" In triumph, it raised a hoofed foot and slammed it into the wall, crushing the human beneath. Then, as one does with a bug, it began to grind its hoof into the wall. After doing this for a few moments, it seemed to be satisfied and began to walk away.

A cough. The demon stood still a moment. It must have been the wind, it must have! Then, the sick snapping sound of bones snapping back into place. The demon roared in fury and the fire around it seemed to grow. As it whirled around, it was greeted by the sight of the woman snapping her legs back into place.

"You know," said the woman, " I think that's a new record. Almost every bone broken. Even my pinkie." She stood up, her head still tilted at a gross angle. Grabbing her head she twisted her neck straight again, taking a few tries before she seemed comfortable. "I give you an "A" for effort. I really do." Twisting her torso, her spine cracked back into place. "Unfortunately, I'm still alive. You lose."

The demon cried in rage and rushed towards the woman. Its fist slammed into her and pulverized her into the ground. It lifted its hand.

"That one actually tickled a bit."

The demon howled and began to slam the ground, attempting to crush the woman into a paste. In time with its fist, the creature screamed, "Why!? Won't!? You!? Just!? DIE!?"

As this went on, the woman beneath seemed, amazingly, to sigh. " You're wasting your time!" She called between punches.

"All I wanted to do was gut one merchant!"

Slam!

"He had a terrible price on cheese!"

Slam!

"People like that don't deserve to breath the air!"

Slam!

"Ten coins for a block of moldy cheddar?"

Slam!

"Come on!"

The demon panted, staring at the crater where the woman laid.

"Are you finally done?" she asked as she crossed her broken appendages.

Then the demon wailed in fury and defeat, flew into the nearest occupied house full of innocents, and incinerated itself and the immediate area.

After a minute or two, the woman, with her body back in one piece, walked into the house and began to salvage what she could from the burning husk. She left only with the charred skull of the residence's prior occupant. Looking into the eye sockets, her mask mirroring the ghastly image, she whispered, "I shall call you, Yorick." Then, she promptly produced as switch blade in her other hand and looked around.

"Now, where did that other fellow go? I hope Smokey didn't burn him to a crisp. I didn't even get to hear him scream!" With that, the woman began to roam through the town, looking for the man so she could pick up where she had left off.

As she observed the figure survive through incredible amounts of trauma and the demon finally kill itself out of frustration, Hiyori sensed something off about the soul of the person. Their soul, it's almost completely clouded in darkness. The only thing I can think of that could do that is selling one's soul to Hell. The Council would be pissed if they found out I didn't do anything about this, but how are they gonna know with us all spread so thin across Earth? I've already angered them by revealing my true nature to the Sanctuary's president and didn't get seriously punished then. Hiyori decided she was going to follow this person around the crumbling settlement for a little while and see what they were up to. As she was about to get closer, a straggler beast like demon jumped out at her, tackling her to the ground. She began giggling as it held its claw to her throat, not caring if the figure from earlier heard her. "What are you doing here Reaper?" It questioned her. "Your kind shouldn't be meddling in our affairs."
"So the dog actually talks? Why don't we play a game?" Hiyori asked. Her clothes slowly changed into her Reaper's robes, the scarf still dangling like a noose off her neck. Faster than the Hell creature could blink, she pulled out her twin hook swords and wrapped them around its neck, slowly pulling as the demon struggled for life. Hiyori contined to pull until the head of the demon fell off its body, hitting the ground with a thud.

Ooc: F**K IT! Max you're not fixing your post so you have fun running away from nothing!
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Gabriel decided that the stupid light footed angel it wasn't worth it and resumed his demon form and flew back to the sanctuary. He looked around, in search of some angel that would at LEAST recognize him. He HAD to find an angel, or did he? Did the angels betray him? The thought rung over and over in his head. He wondered just what had happened in the time he was gone.
(SOrry it's short)

((OOC: Max...you need to hurry up and post, so we aren't frozen in time while everyone else is rping ._.))

"I couldn't care less for how other criminals are doing." Faye commented firmly as she examined the items in the pouch. A few of these were worthless due to the economic state of the world. Maybe once things were up and running again. But the money, that'd be useful. After she was done she pocketed them in her jacket pocket. She then looked him up and down one more time before giving a verdict.
"Okay. Come on." She nodded and started to walk off into the rain without waiting for him to follow.
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John paused for a minute. This guy wasn't giving him a straight answer and from what he learned in training, he didn't fit in any of the normal demon categories. One thing he knew was that he had no reason to be trusted. Demons lie right? So... Could he be lying? John himself had only fought a couple dozen demons (which means he's still pretty green to the job) and some tried to used deceit to con him. Was this one too? There was only one way to find out.
"You have not given me any context as to who you are with so you give me no choice." John leveled his gun and looking through the crosshairs with one eye, fired at the strange figure.
The gun sprayed what looked to be shards of sharp light out of its barrel, flying at a high velocity towards the Hidden.

Axel nodded and followed. "Thanks...and for your information, you should care about other criminals. If you don't trust them, there is no one else to trust. You can't count on just yourself...I should know." He looked up at the rain, finding it odd, and followed.

(Announcement: Due to some people's loss of interest, Ashe pulling out, a few incidents of overpowering, and a need for clarification on certain things, it has been decided that HoE will be rebooted. Sorry for the inconvenience. Expect the new RP up in a few days.)