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Adnachiel

"Angels often work behind the scenes."

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a character in “25 Hours to Sunrise”, as played by Zakarum

Description

Adnachiel
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Name: Adnachiel-The Herald of Retribution
Role: Heavens Watcher on Earth
Age: Before the mortal realm was created
Height: 6 foot 10 inches
Weight: N/A
Species: Angel
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Scars, Piercings and Tattoos: None


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Personality
A highly self righteous and self assured entity, a mixture of his Heavenly birth- Being an Angel to his eyes makes him one of the arms of God, to guide and guard His creations- as well as his personal rank, that of the Herald of Retribution, he is quick to act on his instincts when it comes to matters of justice, often siding with the first party that he encounters in need of help, sometimes rashly without considering the other party, he also often tends to see the world in extremes of light and dark and act accordingly.

Due to his role on Earth he is a personally very reclusive and elusive person, attempting to keep himself isolated from Human civilization as much as possible, though he has had a secret hand in safeguarding it, ever watchful of his charges. Though being as separate as possible from Human kind has not prevented him from forming friendships with mortal kind in the past, every time with him watching them slowly pass away, each time he lost a friend it broke his heart and he cut himself further and further off from mankind until almost all signs of his presence on the mortal world had vanished, though the more learned of Humanity will see he has not completely disappeared, instead he now watches the world in secret, ever seeking to aide his charges.

Likes
  • Humanity
  • Piety
  • Acts of Human kindness, not just to their fellow man but to all life on Earth
  • The indomitably of the Human spirit
  • Community
Dislikes:
  • Vampires
  • Treachery
  • Mistrust
  • Heresy
  • When Humans give in the darkness when the light is just out of reach





History
As Micheal is the Right Hand of God, Adnachiel is Micheals right hand. Thus it was that at the point when the three fallen Archangels turned on their Lord and brothers, Adnachiel stood as Michael's' lieutenant and most trusted bodyguard, he was there at the final battle against the fallen, discovering much to his dismay and almost to his death that his own sword- And a great blade of Heaven it is- could not slay Moloch when he approached Michael, flanked by his turncoat brothers. Though Adnachiel through himself into the fray he was knocked aside with no effort on the behalf of the Arch-Betrayer, his golden armour dented and warped. The weakened Angel recovered at the crucial point, where the final blow almost fell Belial paused, just for a moment, and in that moment Adnachiel swooped in, his wings trailing- half broken, and plunged his sword through the back of the Lesser-Betrayer, piercing his fell heart and draining him of his once noble blood.

Once the battle had finished Adnachiel swiftly pledged himself, with Michael's blessing, to watching over the mortal realm, for the return on the fallen Archangels was surely inevitable, so he willing turned from the Pearly Gates and came to live in the mortal realm, serving as its guardian in the shadows. Adnachiels first act was craft himself a disguise, so that his armour could reform itself over the centuries unseen by mankind, and so the form he took was of an old man, greatly wizened, with a grey flowing beard and gnarled hands clutching an aged walking stick, he was dressed in an old brown cloak and hood that covered his body and head and he walked with a break hunched back that made his ancient visage seem even more ancient and timeless.

With his disguise assumed to give his true form time to recover, he set about ensuring that Humanity had their own guardians among its own numbers. Knowing that to act openly would draw the attention the Betrayers so instead of having an active hand in the formation of the Earths guardians he acted in secret, guiding the greatest warriors, scholars and leaders down similar paths to each other, ensuring that they would band together and learn of the Betrayer threat, the result was The Circle. Over time Adnachiel return to observe the goings on of The Circle and more often than not he was pleased of its progress and success, eventually he began to spread the rumours of his old masters shattered blade on the mortal realm, knowing that with it he could finally bring the vengeance down on Moloch he so desperately desired, that was rightfully his to bring.

So begins...

Adnachiel's Story

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The police station was a fairly busy place, hardly surprising considering the recent case of multiple murders and only a single suspect, naturally the entire building was buzzing with energy as officers ran hither and tither trying to find colleagues or running up leads on the case.

It was small wonder then that when a small figure pushed his way through the door and hobbled over to the reception desk that it took a few minutes for the officer on duty to notice him. He was a little bit surprised to see the hunched and bearded old man, leaning on his walking stick so, and suspected that he was likely here to file some complaint or another and wondered to himself why he couldn't just phone it like a normal person would.

"Hello sir, how can I assist you?" He managed in his most 'polite but cleared tired and loosing his patience' voice, to which the old man pushed himself closer up against the reception desk and lent his gnarled stick up against the edge before replying in a cracked and strained voice.

"Hello there, I am Dacha Lien, I'm here to collect my grandniece, her name is Alice Fletcher you see she was taken into custody yesterday and I've been running around trying to get her bail cleared, thankfully it was other wise I wouldn't be here." He paused as if to give the officer time to laugh before continuing. "Now if you would be so kind I'd like to be taken along to her so I can see her home myself."

The officer was more than a little thrown off his stride by this news- he hadn't been told that Fletcher was even eligible for bale, as far as he was aware she wasn't even going to be granted a trail. Quickly clicking through the files however showed that one mister Dacha Lien had indeed provided bail for Alice Fletcher, there was even a notice at the bottom that had a number of attachments from a number of different high end lawyers all supposedly giving different and totally valid reasons why Fletcher was unable to be held a moment longer and had to leave with her granduncle, he hardly registered that the bail release had only arrived a mere twenty minutes ago.

"Certainly sir, I'll take you to her right now." Reaching for his keys he quickly made his way to the cell wing and made his way over Fletchers cell, moving quickly in a hope to make the elder man move quicker or feel uncomfortable in the police station. Once again he was surprised as the old man had managed to keep pace, despite his ancient appearance and was standing in front of him, awaiting the doors the be opened. With a shake of his head the officer unlocked the door and opened it just enough for Dacha to slip in before muttering. "I'll give you two a few minutes alone." and moving back to his desk, glad to be rid of the old man.

The old man in question lent against the walking stick with both hands and looked Alice up and down for a moment, assessing her and judging whether it was the right moment to appear, judging that the moment of choice was gone long long ago he coughed gently and smiled at the girl. "Hello, my name is Dacha Lien, and I, it seems, am getting you out of here earlier than you expected. I'm sure you have a few question."

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Character Portrait: Alice Fletcher Character Portrait: Adnachiel Character Portrait: Ba'al Character Portrait: Moloch
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"I have to say, I'm impressed with this plan of yours. Breaking the slayer's spirits before breaking her. A far greater plan than simply just killing her." Moloch smiled sardonically at Ba'al's compliment."Then again, I've always been one to play with my food before eating it..." Moloch looked down at the hand on his back, well, more the arm, "Alvis is at the station to observe the events and inform us if anything 'out of the ordinary' is to happen. I gave him specific orders not to engage. Wouldn't want him giving himself away to her so early on."

"They've never met?" Moloch asked, the idea taking him by surprise. Besides himself, Ba'al and Belial, Alice and Alvis were among the oldest vampires still walking the Earth.

"It's a shame those vampire's of yours had to die but every great war has its casualties," Ba'al continued.

Moloch laughed, "What makes you so sure they're dead? Look around my friend. When did she have time to throw them to a river? She didn't even set the pup on fire when the police came. They took him to the police station. Give it time, the dust will pull itself back together and my children will walk again and the pup will wreak havoc on the lost souls at the police station and our dear friend will have her hand forced. You're not the only one to engage in a little mischief Ba'al."



Alice looked up when her cell door opened. She rose quickly from the bench as an officer left her alone with an old man in her cell with the door open. When the officer had left, the old man spoke, "Hello, my name is Dacha Lien, and I, it seems, am getting you out of here earlier than you expected. I'm sure you have a few question."

Alice's mouth opened and closed again, searching for words. Weren't they trying to build a case for murder against her? Why was she being let out now? These questions left her mind when she realised she had no idea who this man was, "Dacha Lien? Who are you? Beyond that I mean," She reached out to touch him, pulling her hand back when she felt heat radiating from him, "I'm guessing that's not just a fever," She said, noticing her hand was distinctly redder than it had been a second earlier, understanding what, if not who, Dacha Lien was, "You know about the vampires, don't you? We need to go back, they might still be alive, I couldn't get rid of them," Alice stopped her babbling, "You do know about the vampires don't you?" She asked cautiously.

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"Who are you? Beyond that I mean" Was by all accounts a perfectly valid question, and understandably one that would have been asked by anyone when meeting someone new. Still, the old man was disappointed that the girl was more worried over who he was, rather than the obvious dangers she was in, he however decided to humour her- It would play out usefully in the end no doubt.

"I am simply one with a vaulted interest in you not being tied down. Especially not here nor right now. It would be wise to walk and talk I believe." With that he turned, his stick clicking gently against the floor as he moved, so he sensed rather than saw the girls hand reach out to him. If she could guess as to who he really was, then well, she was truly the one he had waited for.

"You know about the vampires, don't you?"

The question was almost enough to give him pause, the girl was risking much by throwing what should be common knowledge to the wind, had she not heard of the false images of Ba'al? Did she not realise the danger that was swiftly pressing down upon her? He kept his judgements to himself and kept moving down the hall way, trying to at least appear inconspicuous. "Indeed I do know about the Vampires, in fact I know a great deal about them, more than you do clearly. But this is not the time for a lecture or a berating." He paused at the door to turn and look at the girl, then around at the reception of the police station. He had lingered for too long. Reaching into his robes he pulled out a small stone circle, attached to a leather string, around the edge of the stone was inscribed 'Semper vigilant ad lamia'. "This, however will be your guide for now." He pushed open the door and vanished out into the daylight, turning the corner he moved down the alleyway the separated the police station from the next building along and disappeared into the dark, unseen.

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Alice felt her ego wince when Dacha claimed to know more of the vampires than she did. She had been fighting vampires for a millenia. There wasn't a lot about them that she didn't know. Still slightly confused by the sudden turn of events, she followed Dacha to the reception, vaguely listening to his self-righteousness. Her attention returned when she felt a cold stone being dropped into her hand. She looked down at the stone. It was perfectly circular, a veiny network of colours and cracks ran just beneath the surface. 'Semper vigilant ad lamia' was enscribed on the edge. She felt the room grow a little colder. Looking up, she saw Dacha leaving. Clutching the stone, she raced outside, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, "Wait!" She called. A few passers by gave her odd looks as she looked up and down the street for Dacha. He was gone.

Alice tied the stone around her neck as her thoughts tried to order themselves. Dacha was, presumably, an angel. Why had an angel wanted to free her? She was a product of the Fallen Ones, Heaven's enemies. Which angel was Dacha? If she could figure that part out, it might help figure out why he had freed her. The bigger question was why were angels walking the earth again? Was Dacha an isolated rebellion or were things a lot more serious than she had realised? Alice stopped dead in the middle of the street, quickly apologising to the man who walked straight into her. "Oh hell," she whispered. It couldn't have been...could it? Alice wanted to scream and rip her hair out. The vampire who was watching, he might not have been any Moloch Vampire, he could have been the Moloch. He was so close. She could have ended him if she had just been paying enough attention. Alice headed back down the street, instinctively heading for her hideout. The newborn was most likely recovering in the morgue but she had to deal with the nest properly. He would have to wait.



"How are you?"

Moloch looked at Belial with no real interest. Compared to himself and Ba'al, Belial looked positively ancient. Guilt was not an emotion he was familiar with. It seemed that over the centuries, Belial had become all too familiar with it. "Nice to see you've finally emerged from your well of self pity, brother. The mortals are yet to create a suitable expression for my current state, but that is their problem, not mine," he answered, barely containing the venom in his voice. Despite his current plan going rather well, there was a considerable part of Moloch that despised Belial. Humanity could have been conquered before it had ever really had a chance to start if Belial hadn't been so cowardly. All it would have taken was one swipe of his blade and Michael would have been destroyed. But no, Heaven had won and they were forced to live among the creatures he loathed for eternity.

A young police officer came towards the trio. She was pretty, for a human at least. She exuded confidence. Her pulse was steady as she approached them. There was no sign that she was intimidated by the three men before her, although given Belial's current state, not even a mouse would be intimidated by him. Moloch decided he would turn her when the time was right. She would make a good vampire. "Sirs, I have to ask you to move along. This is a crime scene."

Moloch smiled, enjoying the small amount of fear that came from the woman. Smart girl. "Of course," he answered, "We'll be on our way." He began walking away from the house, not bothering to check if his brothers were following. Despite his low tolerance for his brothers, there was something rather grand about the three of them being together once more. Third time lucky, perhaps? a small voice echoed in his mind. No, he dismissed the thought, 'luck' was something you made happen, it didn't happen to you. Nothing was to be left to chance, not this time.



Back at her den, Alice lay herself out on the floor, letting her eyes flicker closed. Staying still wasn't much of a problem as she went over what she had to do. Go back to the house, clean up, slay any vampires who have already returned. Get her kopis back. Ditch the dust somewhere. Then deal with the pup. First things first though, she needed to feed. Flicking up onto her feet, Alice inhaled deeply, searching for a scent. There was a farm nearby. She could more smell the hay and then came the blood. She shed her clothes and took the form of an eagle as she dived from the window.

Soaring through the air, she could feel the wind in her feathers. Looking beneath her, she could see each individual leaf on the trees. Cats were a lot of fun to be, but there was something about taking to the skies that just couldn't compare. She glided over the farm, waiting for the farmer to leave the sheep before she could feed. After what felt like an age, he left. Alice bombed down, snatching up a lamb before flying off somewhere more secluded. Landing next to an old tractor shed, Alice turned back and slipped inside, the lamb cradled in her arms. She could feel the pulse race beneath it's skin, almost as if it knew she was it's predator. There was no point in trying to calm it, she thought as she sunk her fangs into it's neck. The lamb gave a feeble bleet as blood gushed into Alice's mouth. It's pulse slowed to a stop and the creature went limp in her arms. Draining the last of the blood from the lamb, Alice shifted back into an eagle, the transformation somewhat easier now that she wasn't hungry. She rolled back into her den, feeling happily full and waited until night came down.