From heaven to earth [Algrin/Event]

[Lamentations]

Algrin - Almano

Algirn is a highly advanced technological world that many planets can only envision. Because of the massive towers that threaten to punch through the atmosphere it's become very dangerous to launch and land space ships and shuttles directly on the planet. An Orbital Space Ring (OSR), which horizontally surrounds the planet, is instead used to land space craft. The planet itself is split into five different countries, and those countries are split, once again. The five countries are: Elejia, Almano, Uith, Ioloon, and Orubaro.

Algirn is well-known for it's militaristic production of high-quality weapons. It has a subdivision of the ArTek, known as the Nexus Corporation, which assists greatly in the production. Because of the star systems abundance of Deuranium and various other weapon-production materials it's been extremely easy for production to keep going unhindered. Among the production lines, however, also includes large Orbital Frames, Space Stations, Exoskeletons, and Gravity Disruption items, to name a select few.

There was a distinct reactive force from compression that was released when uncompressing, The positive compressed space radiated outward before fire which traveled upstream to the heavens above, and decompressed rapidly to give out a reactive force which blocked the enemy fire. The various thermal and electromagnetic radiating beams which aimed to pierce the maneuvering orbital frame were useless. The orbital frame descended below, the reactive force of its constant compression and decompression of the energy providing just what was needed to escape any damage.

Compressing space between it and its destination, the orbital frame made the calculations in a fraction of a second. At the same time the space behind the crimson orbital frame, and a more violent reaction force was provoked. It was the catalyst for which the vermilion shining orbital frame was plunged almost instantaneously through a building, smashing it into pieces as it plunged deep through the center, and down into the lower depths of Algrin. The assault had begun.

Soon and eruption of zero-point energy was shot out from the underlying area's of the planet, the scattering crimson energy striking everything in sight. Small beams compared to the frame itself, yet so destructive in their power to rip apart a city with their properties. The man within the frame remained quiet, his hair tossing as the gravity caused his body to somewhat rattle within despite being strapped in. He had thought that being within nullified the gravity outside, but he was sadly mistaken.

"Antigone, update." his commanding voice echoed throughout the A.I's system, responding immediately the second his command was given he received.

"Penetration and first objective accomplished. Proceeding with second objective, with no damage." it responded, its voice was not coming from infront of him, or behind him. It came from all directions, which was one thing he never liked about Antigone.

"Then let us conquer this planet, and bring honor to the Fenrir Incorporation!" his voice boomed, just as the next Zero-shift occurred causing its body to disappear once more, to cause more havoc to the nation with its superior technology. Algrin was as good as their's.

[Odium]

The capital ship exited hyperspace. There was a momentary flash of all-consuming light as it appeared, along with various fleets of mecha ready for deployment on... What was it? Algrin? Ah, well. Klovn, master strategist and elite warrior in Fenrir Incorporate's makeshift echelon, stood on board the bridge of the Philosopher's Ego, face a mess of mascara, lipstick and make-up. His clothing was such to make any fastidious eye fall blind, an inappropriate pandemonium of colorful fabrics and brooches. He was, obviously, the jester, and a mighty one at that. He tapped a rhythm with his foot in tune to the thrum of the hyperdrive lost in the background, laughed as the jingle bell jangled on the end of his shoe. What a jam! More importantly than the latest fad in new age Multiversal dance, however, Klovn clutched a peculiar device in his hand.

Cylindrical in shape and covered with various metallic protrusions (and even a small panel on the side covered in blinking red and yellow lights!), this thing was of particular importance. With the single press of a button, the massive explosive situated in the bowels of the ship would detonate, causing a chain-reaction series of similar detonations. Of course, there would be no flame -- holes in the Ego's hull would leave it vulnerable to the outside vacuum. All oxygen would be drained in a matter of moments, the fires would be extinguished as soon as they ignited and, one way or another, everyone on board would perish.

As such, it would not be entirely unbelievable for one to question the sanity of Alex Fenrir. Ludicrous, to deposit such a menacing device in the hands of so childish a character! Gods know what minor impulse it might have taken for him to press that button and send all of the ship's inhabitants to a very fiery hell indeed. But they knew not Klovn, nor the vicious intellect writhing about unbidden within that mind of his. Sheathed on his hip was a hilt, and upon the sensors installed in its grip recognizing Klovn's fingerprints, a transparent crimson blade would reveal itself. Now, when adjusted with appropriate dials, it could become opaque and much hotter, or dull itself to an almost invisible cool. It all could be changed at Klovn's whim. He could also summon a massive dimension-eating zombie space dragon if he so desired (actually, that's a lie), or with a single gust of unholy flatulence exterminate the population of a planet (also a lie).

Now, as a strategos unit, he had been awarded the honors of waiting on the command deck of the Philosopher's Ego while Auel did something in his mech suit below. Weakening the defenses, or something like that. Oh well. Klovn had the very strong desire to lead an orbital bombardment of Algrin and render its surface an uninhabitable wasteland spotted with the skeletal remains of cities, but he'd been told not to. Perhaps after this whole campaign was done he could come back and torture the place. For now, though, he waved the canister he held in his hand like a child's toy, unconcerned with its potential destructive power. Various times, he caught the crew looking up from their monitors to look at him nervously.

What was their problem, anyway? Was there something on his face?

[Script]

Boredom.

The eternal enemy of the almighty Gabriel Levitas had returned to haunt him, as he lounged upon a chair towards the back of the bridge, toying with one of the many opulent charms he carried with him. This particular artefact would, if properly used, call forth a portal to the ninth level of Dante's Inferno, inviting hordes of demonic entities to swarm forth and devour anyone and everything in their path. And that wasn't a lie. However, for the moment, it served as an extravagant bauble in an attempt to satiate the young mage's boredom.

It didn't seem to be working.

Gabriel let out an effeminate and overdramatic sigh, one finger twirling a thread of his meticulously styled blonde hair as his pale blue eyes scanned the bridge for the nine hundred and fortieth time that journey. His other hand still held the aforementioned charm, rubbing the pale blue gem idly while his wrist rested on his robe. His robe was pure white, and silken, with extensive embroidered patterns and dangling trinkets.

Nobody could ever say that Gabriel was underdressed for the occasion. He had more decoration than a Trafalgar Square Christmas tree.

The staff that the rune mage carried was by no means any less excessive than anything else about him - whilst the wood of it was plain white, its head consisted of a large flawless sapphire with a silver dragon entwined around it, with more sapphires for its eyes and dangling from rings about its tail, and on chains from them. If there had been an option to be a 'bling' mage, there was no doubt about what Gabriel's chosen specialisation would have been.

The young mage yawned again, shaking his head slowly.


He really should have brought a book.

[Ryand-Smith]

A Trantor Battleship was in a nearby system, the smaller New Macross ship observing the battle from a distance of several light hours. This devastation was quite unusual, and would not be tolerated. To deal with this, it would take actual effort, and the orders were simple. “Only hit when assaulted…”

The main battleship simply stood watch over the planet, the light speed lag still showing a prospering world. Would their trade deal be affected by the battle of the titans which was about to start? Would the galaxy itself quake from the two opposing forces, the God and Devil, the matter and its anti particle about to impact? All these questions were going to be answered soon enough, but first, it would be up to the ship captain to watch this, and to keep Trantor informed. Orbital Frames weren’t uncommon outside of Trantor space, but one that powerful couldn’t be hidden, its massive reactor easily enough to be spotted for weeks.


However on the planet, the Orbital Frame would fail to realize a trade deal was a bout to start. “System Turn A is the ultimate in Mobile Suit… FFFFF” the sounds of warning alarms went all over the planet. The Orbital Frame’s assault was clear and strong, as buildings had warnings, telling people to get into shelters.

“Damn, well people of Algrin,” the pilot said, climbing into his machine, “I’ll show you why you should buy from Trantor Engineering!” As the massive mobile suit started up, the pilot inside felt a new power. This would be his best battle. He flew from the ground, almost hit by a stray Zero Point Energy reactor, when his own machine teleported, a side effect of its defensive programming, “Hey!” he shouted over general coms, “Stop destroying my profit!”

The System Turn A would fly and match the Orbital Frame’s teleportation pattern, as it pulled out its main weapon, a beam rifle. Now this beam rifle seemed normal, but thanks to the degenerative reactor core, it would have the same power as an actual Colony Laser system, and using his teleportation, and a bit of luck… he could snipe pilots out of cockpits. Of course, only slow mass production pilots could fall for his trick, but against an Orbital frame… he would need all the tricks he could get.

[Lamentations]

Algrin - Almano skies

"Oh you look to make a profit here? Surely you don't hope to sell something to the likes of Algrin. I promise you we can offer you x3 more money or even more than Algrin ever could. All it would take is an acceptance of the offer, that I am giving you."

The silky smooth words of the man behind the microphone inhabiting a starship that hovered in a graceful nexus in the middle of space far from Algrin, chewed on a soft yet soothing mint. The velvety taste of the outside, yet the chewy gummy taste of the inside was wonderful. His eyes that were shielded behind his glasses rumbled around before he spoke once more.

"I am sure we can talk some details out, or even talk them out now. If it is profit you want, it is profit you shall receive." the man said, crushing the wrapper of the candy which soothed his mouth.

Meanwhile the orbital frame performed yet another Zero-shift. It wasn't a form of teleportation, and hence Turn-A was mistaken in its reasoning for his fast movement. It was a form of repulsive movement, that used the compression of space to move its body across vast spaces in no time, distorting time itself. It wasn't teleportation so much as it was what it actually was. It appeared further above Turn-A, preparing for his decline if worse came to worse.

[Ryand-Smith]

Algrin - Almano Skies.

The pilot of the powerful machine observed the special distortion, impressed at the other machine’s combat maneuvers. “So I see you aren’t joking,” he said, “However, we would need to work out formal sale details in space, I have a location that I could offer you some lunch, and we could make the sale,” the pilot said, as his System 99 Turn A hovered, its back looking like it was a glorified butterfly, rather than a horrifically lethal killing machine.

“So, would you be willing to follow me for lunch, while we discuss the details of this sale, perhaps exchange information so we could make future… profit?” the man was quite confused as to why the other pilot had stopped, but at least he could make commission. His suit was quite normal, a swallowtail custom made for the pilot, instead of an on the shelf outfit. It lender the man a sort of quiet elegance, instead of the stereotypical patchwork jacket of salesmen of yore.

His suit then scanned the planet, confident that his comrades would make it out, the sight of a small shuttle from the corner of his viewscreen increasing his confidence. “Thanks for buying us a bit of time,” was the simple warning, as the shuttle quickly made the jump to FTL. “Now do what you came for and come back to the Profit Margin..”

Willy then adjusted his suit’s thrusters, the performance now more suited for his attire. The suit followed, waiting for his next orders.

[Riverstyx777]

Somewhere on the other side of the Del Fugo Star System, three long, low, and lithe inter-galatic drop-ships prowled. They were the fastest of Fenrir ships, and even were comparable to that of the best drop-ships ever built. The meta-drive cores almost literally ate the space in front of the ships, but they were only drifting, waiting for the command of a serious-looking general standing at the bridge of the lead ship, pale of skin and hair, with strong, piercing blue eyes.

The man was dressed for efficiency, wearing light fatigues and body armour, with heavy black combat boots. An empty rifle holster sat upon his back, and a laser-pistol sat upon his left hip. On his right hip was what earned him his formidable nickname: a long bronze sword, with a leather-wrapped hilt that housed a kinetic pulse battery. The wielder of this blade was certainly not one to be trifled with.

"Calculate and chart coordinates for the Almano Skies above Algrin: 7615-tan[3x5.3]-64y83-(z^6)672-DFG," Master General Zane "Sparks" Carston's voice boomed forth throughout the bridge of the Enola Fae, and in turn throughout the other two ships via intercom. "Set the Enola Fae for the plane: seven-one-four-three; accommodate the Orion Dro and Envron Strok to be inversely perpendicular to each other and us."

Moments later, space folded before the nose of each ship, as they literally jumped light years forward into the space above the planet Algrin. The Enola Fae seemed to be on a direct collision course for the orbiting space-port of Algrin, but General Sparks gave no orders to avoid.

"Launch the first waves," he barked, a sly smirk playing across his pale, slim face. "You fools just don't know how to start a party, do you?" The images of Gabriel and Klovn appeared on his comm screen, as he activated it with a push of a button, and his image would flicker across theirs. "Don't worry, Master Sparks and his Spark Troopers are here now, the party is sure as hell going to pick up now."

As General Carston spoke, thousands of pods launched simultaneously from all three drop-ships, housing his legendary Spark Troopers, feared throughout the known Universe. Just moments later, the Enola Fae crashed into the space-port, causing both the ship and port to fall out of orbit.

"See?" Sparks laughed deeply, as his ship fell into a controlled dive. "I'm the only one who knows how to start a party..."

[AzricanRepublic]

On-board the Philosophers Ego -- nicknamed "The Bucket"


Lieutenant Spears leaned the magazine downward to his hips; his legs splitting slightly and allowing him to view the other Scatterans in the small sector that had occupied the Counter-Balance Operatives for the entirety of the journey. The group of twenty Scatterans had confined themselves to the sector of eight rooms in mother-ship for the majority of the travel. The group had kept to themselves, bickering amongst one another and preparing their weaponry and equipment for the inevitable assault on whichever location the newly-recognized Fenrir Corporation choose to place the twenty crack Scatteran fighters.


"Spears ... when the fuck are we getting planet-side? You know how I hate sitting in buckets." The Corporal remarked bitterly; his own reading material falling from his hands and landing on the metallic hull of the vessel as he cocked his head back and closed his eyes tightly, a yawn escaping his throat.
"You'll keep your trap shut and wait for them to come get us." Spears snapped; tossing the small magazine onto the table before he quickly stood up from his chair. The Corporal, standing with him, growled in discontent at the Lieutenant's response.
"Affirmative, Lieutenant." He said; Spears ran a single hand down the bulky plate carrier and tactical vest he had worn for most of the trip. The twenty Counter-Balance Operatives had all walked around the vessel adorned in combat gear, lacking the actual firearms. Of course, they did not embark on this journey unarmed; nestled within one of the countless duffel bags and containers the Operatives had taken with them, were a myriad of Coalition weaponry and equipment that would be at the disposal of the team.



Room 5

"Sergeant, would you please give me the conductor rail to that MR-17?" The Private held his hand out, but to no avail. The Sergeant standing in front of him grinned widely as he held the bulky, gray-metal conductor rail that would fix itself atop the gun-metal body of the MR-17. The Private sighed as the Sergeant pulled the conductor rail away from his once more; angered by his commanding officers snide remarks of battlefield ineptitude and illegitimacy in combat, the Private stood abruptly.
"Sergeant, sir, would you please give me the conductor rail to my rifle." The Private once again bargained; his body had betrayed him, however. The Sergeant cocked one brow to the side as he noticed the young Private balling his fists at his side, the Private's torso already leaning to the side. If the Sergeant didn't know any better, he would assume that this little bastard was preparing to strike a senior soldier.
" -- And the fuck are you going to do if I don't give you your rail back, Private?" The Sergeant let a brutish grin occupy his face; giving the Private a perfect shot at his mouth, which the young soldier gracefully took. The Sergeant slammed backwards as the gloved fist collided with the NCO's smirk, blood quickly rushing from the open wound as the Sergeant staggered back and spat forth a thick sheet of broken teeth and frothing blood.
"You're fucking dead!" The Sergeant boomed; his gurgling voice fighting through the remaining pain as he regained himself. Seconds later, the loud bark of Lieutenant Spears shot through the room, silencing the four other soldiers who had scrambled to their feet to witness the fight between a Private and a senior Sergeant.

"Well now -- we have just the fuckin' party here, don't we?"

[Dragon]

Fun... Flashy...

Everything was done in a very sloppy manner in Dr. Kervorkian's personal opinion. Especially the reckless actions of Sparks who, without hesitation, drove the Enola Fae through the space-port, thus destroying the marvel and sending it's remains crashing down toward the planet's surface. Yes, this would hinder most plans of escape as well as halt most reinforcements that may try to intervene in the battle, but still. Tactical his choices may be, they were reckless, filled to the brim with many reasons and ways things could have went wrong. Though, the most sickening portion of this was the fact that, despite the random chaotic genocide, which at this very moment was reaching it's climax, he was enjoying every second of it. How could he allow his intellect to fall well below his genius to level with those of these barbarians and their idiocy? Internal conflict did not sit well with the good doctor, but something seemed amiss here. As he mentally penalized himself for indulging in psychotic gratification, manic laughter and demented screams focused of cheering Sparks on echoed within the bridge, drawing the attention of those among them who were now panicking, watching in terror as the ship continued downward, careening toward the planet's surface with nothing to stop it.

As the combustion of the space-port continued, Dr. Kervorkian watched the beautiful detonation of the large ring in sections, each more breathtaking than the last. His insatiable happiness erupted from his throat loudly, malicious intent bound to every burst of laughter which only served as a means to further agitate the already irritable subordinate of Sparks. Regaining his composure enough to process thought properly, he remembered his roll in this vicious attack. Lifting his left hand up until his wrist hovered just inches from his mouth, he began to speaking commands into a small device hanging from his cuff link. "Launch Spires 4-11. Check thermal readings for life and target it's center!" Movement could be seen from Philosopher's Ego as the custom made launch mechanism designed to send Spires directly into the combat zone prepared to fire. Several moments would pass before eight large structures were launched toward the planet at high speeds, the obelisk black finish making them virtually invisible in the vast expanse of space. Each of the large metallic structures easily measured up to, if not surpass, a skyscraper; one reaching up of to 200 or so stories in height, and taking up enough space as a city block.

As the spires entered the planet's atmosphere, the drills located at the very bottom of the structures activated, spinning at an incredible velocity. The meaning was to dig deep and root the spires deirectly into the planet, instating a sturdy base for the towers. They raced passed the Enola Fae and would only now become visible to the citizens down below, though at this point, it had already become too late. Each spire slammed into the planet, easily crushing buildings and similar structures under their colossal figures and weight allowing the drills to burrow and take root in the planet. After 25 stories delved into the earth and the dust cleared, what stood towering above the streets below were the Spires, the chariots of death itself. Slots opened along it's side and began to emit a violet haze, obviously a poison, one of Dr. Kervorkian's design. Being extremely high potent, those who would inhale such a deadly gas were granted a very painful and grotesque death; a parting gift before one's trip into the afterlife if such nonsense existed. As the purple clouds quickly spread, the incessant screeching and cries of insects could be heard. In the hundreds of thousands did scarabs pour out of the spires, each carrying the the poison within them. Genetically altered to be carnivorous, they scattered in waves and consumed any and all flesh available to them, they swarming every crack and crevice to devour their desired meal.

Truly, fate had forsaken those who were unfortunate enough to exist upon this planet, on this day, for only death and despair awaited them. Dr. Kervorkian, the harbinger of death, Head of Fenrir's Science Department. The fruits of his labor destroyed while he watched in psychotic ecstasy, laughing, watching with pride his creations.

[Conumbra]

Ilumiya sat in her own drop pod as it headed straight down toward the planet of Algrin. As she looked out at the small window the drop pod allowed her as a way to look at the outside, she witnessed another ship, which she knew from her briefing as the Enola Fae, crash into the orbiting space port over the planet. She smirked, as the move was obviously very bold but also very smart. Sacrifice one ship to destabilize an entire planet's space port. She had to give it to the commander, that move would certainly give him many medals.

Although she wondered for a brief second about the innocents onboard the station, she pushed it back into her head. She then suddenly had a flashback to looking at her home planet as it flooded. She would get back at the horrid corporation that had done this to her people. Being conquered was one thing, something she would gladly accept under the circumstances. But almost total genocide of her people was something she would not allow. Her and Oron had joined Fenrir as a way to get back at Trantor and they would do so liberally. She would not rest until she saw the leaders of Trantor dead, lying in a pool of their own blood, slumped over their conference tables as that was how those greedy pigs should and would be treated.

She sighed, checking over her own weapons, making sure all of them were properly maintained and worked as well as they should. She had been given various weapons as a Commando for the Veroose and when she had left the planet she had purchased several new pieces of equipment to add her arsenal. The ones she most liked however, were her twin Breon Class pistols. Unfortunately she would be facing heavily armed opponents so she would be using her ricochet suit more.

Meanwhile on another pod, Oron too had witnessed the Enola Fae crashing into the orbital spaceport. He smirked and laughed in his helmet. Oron was not much for strategy but he did much like explosions and big guns. In fact on his homeworld when he had heard he was to be put into a new combat armor, he was ecstatic about it. In fact when he had first gotten the armor he had stayed up all night training in it so that he could get used to it quicker. Because the armor was already built from existing technology it would have no problem incorporating new weapons and technology into itself.

In fact he was doing something related to the armor as well. He was checking over its systems, making sure they operated at peak capacity. As the armor was solar powered, energy was not a problem but he checked the energy gauge anyway as force of habit. He went over all of his weapons except the metal crystal phase-shifter because if he shot that in the drop pod, it would dissolve and he would be sucked into space. He had no inclination to kill himself just right now. Thankfully the armor of the pod was heavy enough to bare the brunt of his weapons.

After he had finished checking all the weapons he briefly went into Burst Mode before going back to normal to see if that was working properly. Because his blood was no liquid Phoze, his weapons were connected to his blood so when he entered Burst Mode, the Phoze would double the power and effectiveness of all of his weapons and equipment. Unfortunately it left him tired so he only used it as a last ditch effort against a powerful opponent.

Right then the drop pods hit Algrin and Ilumiya and Oron were immediately thrust into a battlefield. Ilumiya turned on her ricochet suit and began to mow down the Algrinese as if they were bowling pins. Oron meanwhile shot ever single trooper with his metal crystal phase-shifter, turning their armor brittle, before blowing them away with energy blasts from his energy cannon.

[Script]

"Zzzzzzzzz..."

Sprawled out on his chair, mouth hanging slightly open and head hanging upside down off of the back of the chair, Gabriel Levitas, master rune mage and summoner of the demonic hordes, master of the elements and lord of magick... was power napping. One of his legs kicked out slightly as he slept, and he muttered something under his breath that was indistinguishable from the sound of his heavy breathing, bordering on snoring.

When the Enola Fae impacted with the space port, the crew of the Philosopher's Ego began to hum with conversation, anticipating their deployment in the battle, now soon at hand. This noise resulted in Gabriel's awakening, and he sat up with a start and a hastily muted yelp. One of the nearer crew members stared at him for a moment, raising his eyebrow. Gabriel returned the stare levelly, before raising his hand slowly - the man's eyes following it, bemused - and flicking his wrist. Abruptly, the man's hair caught fire.

With a yell, the man began batting at his head, crying out expletives and curses as the fire began to melt his hair onto his scalp. After a few agonisingly slow seconds, Gabriel flicked his wrist back again, and the fire went out, leaving the man gasping and weeping.

"How do you like them apples?" Gabriel snapped, turning away with a sniff and striding purposefully toward the viewing platform, noting for the first time the destruction of the space port and the begin of the attack on Algrin's surface. After a moment, he looked up at Klovn, who he judged too preoccupied with being Klovn for it to be worth bothering him. So instead, he made a general announcement to the room.

"That, I believe, is my cue." he said, lifting his elegant staff and holding it in front of him in the standard casting stance. "It's been simply wonderful, boys and girls, but I really should get to the battle before all of the fun is over. Ciao."

With that, Gabriel tapped his staff on the floor twice, and vanished in a flash of golden light, leaving a light dusting of gold on the floor where he had stood.



At the same moment, thousands of miles below, he reappeared in the center of one of Algrin's cities, where hundreds of frightened citizens had gathered in the square to watch the destruction of the other side of the planet by the good Doctor's obelisks. The man he appeared next to stared at him with wide eyes, and Gabriel smiled at him.

"Could you hold this?" he asked, handing the confused man his staff, before reaching into his robe and fumbling about for a few moments. In the meantime, the man simply stared at the staff in his hands, and the crowd began to notice the new, stylishly clad presence in their midst, forming a circle around him as he fumbled. "I had it just a minute ago..." Gabriel muttered, before he let out a cry of victory and produced the artefact he had been toying with only minutes earlier on the ship with a flourish. He then placed the jewel on the ground, and took his staff back from the confused man (as he had now been dubbed), beginning to draw a circle of power around the gem. By this point, the wiser members of the crowd had decided that whatever Gabriel was planning, it couldn't be good, and made good their exit (not that it would help them in the end, but it said something about their intelligence), but still the mage maintained quite an audience as he worked, drawing intricate patterns with the end of the staff.

After a few minutes, he stepped back, triumphant. "Voila!" he cried, pulling the confused man into a celebratory hug. "Now the fun part!" he whispered into the man's ear "You know what that is?"

The man slowly shook his head, sweating slightly.

Gabriel chuckled "I say the magic word... and a horde of demons from the ninth level of hell pour forth and slaughter you all!" he exclaimed happily, shoving the man backwards and spinning his staff in the air "Exorior oh everto! Trucido totus quisnam sto pro vos! Praeter mihi."

The gem began to glow, shuddering slightly as the circle around it fluctuated, rising from the ground and changing from mere scuff marks in the dirt to glowing runes that orbited the levitating gem at an increasing rate, circling faster and faster until the entire display flashed with red light, temporarily blinding all who gazed on in horror and illuminating the entire city with its ominous glow.

When vision returned to the onlookers, it did not grant them a pleasant sight. Where the gem and circles had floated now stood a dark sphere, several meters in diameter, that rippled slowly. From this globe of shadow, a horned and twisted head emerged, followed by a bestial form, and another, and another, as hordes of demons teeming on the plane of hell this portal linked to were drawn to it, spilling forth onto Algrin with screams and roars.

The crowd began to scream, scattering in a vain attempt to avoid the fate that now fell upon them in the form of these grotesque beings, tearing limbs from bodies and flaying skin from flesh, flesh from bone. In the midst of the carnage Gabriel hovered, holding the confused man by the collar of his shirt.

"Like the view?" he whispered, receiving only a whimper in response "Good... you were a real help. Unfortunately for you, you aren't really a 'lovely' assistant, and so you just have to go! I can't have you spoiling my beautiful image!"

With that, he launched the man down toward the portal, where he was torn to shreds by the demons that continued to pour from it into the city. Before long, they filled the streets, breaking into buildings, smashing into basements, slaughtering everything they came across.

"Oh, how I love the smell of victory in the morning!" Gabriel exclaimed, giggling girlishly and spinning on the spot in the air, watching his minions tear the city apart. This was a good day.


But he definitely should have brought a book for the journey.