Renegade (Risen - Solo RP)

[Renegade]

This is an experimental 'RP', I'm just gonna write from the top of my head and see how it goes. I've got some basic ideas, of course.

The hellish laughter faded from his mind as he rolled over on the bitumen. His back bled from the pain in his shoulder blades. He could hear footsteps, then a voice.
"O Dies Astrum , filius of Diluculo. Orior oriri ortus , filius of Oriens Astrum."
He lied on his back, even though it pained him to do so. He looked up at the shadow through a blurry vision. "Who are you?"
"Orior oriri ortus Malphas. Illo est quis vos volo , est is non? The shadow said with a quiet cackle.
Malphas' memories suddenly came rushing back to him and he rose to see the figure, who was mostly transparent, and floating. "This is not what I wanted! I did not mean this, I just wanted and end to the meaningless that father wishes upon his so called enemies!"
The shadow floated closer. This was a shade, an adviser to demonic lords, and general shit kicker. "Quod iam vos es unus of suus hostilis pro vestri diffidentia. Spero vos perceptum. Ago per illa humanus , ut they operor. Sino ut they operor."
Malphas growled at the shade."I will suffer with them! And he will suffer for it too!"
The shade laughed maniacally, as it faded away.

((This has been the preview, haha. Will post more if it sounds good to you all))

[The Painted Lady]

((I'm intrigued... )

[Sparkles]

SOunds good
So it's an experiment for an actual roleplay or a PRP?

[Renegade]

((A PRP))

[Renegade]

Malphas looked around, the place looked familiar. The moon offered little light. He got off the street and walked towards a set of lights. The traffic lights went through their cycle, but it was too late for there to be any real amount of traffic on the roads.
He looked across the street, a couple were walking past, staring at him. He looked down and found himself completely naked, with blood running down his legs from the two wounds on his back. He reached back and ran a hand over his shoulder blades, he clenched his fist in anger and walked along the street to find some clothes.

After about half an hour of searching for a store or something to break into, he decided he would have to find clothes in someone's house. He turned into the driveway of a two story house. The house slept, no lights shone from any of the windows. The garden was well landscaped, showing off beautiful flowers and plants to the neighbors.
He climbed the side of the house, finding convenient handhelds with which to hoist himself up. He tried to open the window, and was lucky enough for it to be unlocked. He crept into the house, still naked. He found himself in the master bedroom where a young married couple were embracing one another as they slumbered. He looked down at them.
"Why are these creatures such a threat?" he thought to himself. "They are weak, and feeble. They need to be protected and nurtured like children. Not destroyed because of a rivalry fueled by jealousy. They looked peaceful, and harmless."
Malphas knew that was not entirely true. He had seen humanities capacity for evil. Murdering one another. Waring with each other for no reason other than they were told to by their leaders. Not so different to himself, unfortunately. If they were to speak out, it's likely they would receive similar treatment as he was now.
"It truly is a lose-lose situation for them. At least they do not live as long."
Malphas turned away from the sleeping couple, to a large wardrobe that was the length of the far wall. He slid the door open looking through the clothes. He ended up wearing black slacks, a white shirt with an equals sign on it next to the number 3, and a hooded jumper. The clothes did not fit, they were slightly too big, but they worked well.
He exited the house, careful not to wake the residents.

He found himself wandering the streets again, with no idea what to do with himself. What sort of punishment was this? Redundancy is not a punishment to Malphas, it was a break from the stupidity he had just come from.
The sun was starting to rise, how annoyingly ironic. "O Dies Astrum, filius of Diluculo" He muttered to himself sarcastically. Malphas looked up instinctively for some reason, on top of a multi-story building he saw a figure perched on the ledge.
"Vestri abbas volo mihi video vidi visum vos , Is Volo vos reor iterum" said the figure.
"Tell him, I said I will not reconsider my standing in his war"
The figure huffed impatiently. "Then you die." the figure spread large black feathered wings and dove down.
Malphas flicked his hand toward the winged man, and gave a look of surprise when nothing happened. The other man tackled Malphas to ground by planting his feet into his stomach. Once he hit the floor the man kicked off and landed several meters behind. He laughed. "No wings, no power, my lord"
When the other called him 'lord' Malphas then remembered who he was. "Agares"
"AH! Now you remember me!" Agares shouted. "Ingratus parum puga foramen!"
"Ungrateful? I put you in his good graces with which you were able to be crowed grand duke of the east!" Malphas stood up. "Whatever debt is repayed."
Angares shrugged. "Does not matter, little lord. You either come back or die."
Malphas was powerless, and so he ran.

[Renegade]

He ran through the streets, as it was coming to life. More and more cars seemed to be materializing around him. They did not matter at though. Agares, took flight and chased him.
Malphas kept running, trying to lose him around corners or tight spaces. He looked behind him to see if he could see Agares , he could but only for a short time. Agares suddenly burst into hundreds of birds. Hawks, that flew much faster then Agares did as himself.
The hawks caught up to Malphas, pecking at his back and legs as he tried fruitlessly to escape. The Hawks then grabbed hold of him and lifted him off the ground, bringing him to a rooftop.
There the hawks merged together again, forming Agares' true form once more.
Malphas got up and charged at Agares, who responded by lifting an arm sending a shock-wave through Malphas' body, sending him almost off the other side of the rooftop.
"The war is coming to these shores, Malphas," Agares walked towards him. "It would be wise to pick a side, lest you get ripped apart in the middle protecting these humans. It would be wiser still for you to join your father's side."
Malphas shook his head stubbornly. "I've seen too much of his handiwork. Too much of my own to want to ever go back. If I get destroyed on Earth, then so be it."
Agares looked almost sad at this. "That is a shame. To have taught you so much, for your father, and the others to have shown you. You waste it by fighting for the very things he hates most. The reason so many of them have fallen."
"When he fell it was his own fault. I'm not fallen." Malphas said sternly. "I have risen! And I will not fight for him. You may be able to bring demons back, but I will not go with you, you have no power over me, Agares."
With that Agares gave a huff and flew off.

[Tifa Lockhart]

((ohoho. i do like where this is going.))

[Renegade]

Malphas looked up at the sky. The clouds were red as they reflected the dawn's light. It was stunningly beautiful, and ominous at the same time. Agares' words rung in his skull - a war was coming.
He though that him leaving would somehow stop a war, he clearly though wrong, how arrogant to think something like that when dealing with beings so proud - he wasn't that important. It was his title that was important, not him. Leaving may have just catalyzed the war.
Malphas made his way back into the streets and onto the footpath once more. By now people were walking around and there was plenty of traffic about as they made their way to work. His stomach was aching, a pain he had not felt for a century, since he was last on Earth. He was hungry.
He searched around for food but found none, of course. He did however see a bar, he thought that maybe they sold food, and not just alcohol. He walked in and sat down. It was a decent place, not a place you would bring small children, but not a dive either. He looked down at the menu, and soon realized he had no money. He was starving though so planned to eat and run, literally.
The bar tender walked over, a muscular looking man with a skull tattoo on his neck.
"Can I help you, man?" He said gruffly.
Malphas looked at the man and down at the menu. "The steak."
The man seemed to grumbled a response and walked into the kitchen supposedly to get his order. Malphas looked around, at this time of day the bar was mostly empty. Except for a few drunks who had been here all night, some conscious, some...otherwise. Not too long after his steak was roughly placed in front of him.
He quickly scarfed the meal, finishing with a loud burp. The food hurt his stomach something horrible at first, but he managed to keep the food from exploding from his lips. Being on Earth was harder than he remembered.
"Twenty-One forty-five." Said the large bartender with a suspicious look.
Malphas looked up at the massive man with worried look. The man leaned in threateningly. Malphas was not scared of the man, but without his power, he would be punished by this man as easily as any human would.
"Um." was all Malphas could say.
As the bartender went to open his mouth to start abusing and demanding a slender hand placed money down on the table. Exact change too.
"Here," said the woman. "What he owes you." She turned and smiled at Malphas. She had perfect features, and golden curly hair, and eyes that were as blue as the sky on a clear day.
The bartender took the money before Malphas could protest the matter. "Thank you." he said softly.
"More than welcome," She replied. "Not from around here, are you?"
He shook his head. "How can you tell?"
She looked him up and down with her head cocked sideways."Your clothes, mostly. They don't seem to fit, or match too well."
"It was all I -" He realized what he was about to say and stopped, looking away from the woman. Who sat down next to him.
"We should get you some clothes then?"
"No, that is okay. I'm fine as I am."
"C'mon!" She urged. "Do it as a favor for me in return. I like to shop!"
He furrowed his brown in a curious confusion. "If you really want to. My name is Malphas"
She smiled contently. "Mine is Sera"

[Renegade]

Before Agares was a large room, held up by several large pillars that formed a hallway leading to a grossly decorated chair. The throne room was dark and dimly lit by green flame, which flickered next to the black marble.
Agares walked down to the throne, where a slender man sat. "What news do you bring me, Duke?"
Agares keeled before this man. "My lord, Malphas refuses to return. I have no power over your blood."
The man rose, and extended his large black wings, "You fail me, Agares. Again." He walked over to Agares, down a few steps. He raised a hand, claws extended from his fingers, and ran across Agares' neck. "Why should you live?"
"I will find him, my lord." Agares replied, standing tall and proud.
"No." The man slapped Agares, slicing his cheek open and filling his vision with blood. "You will not. Again you prove yourself incompetent, first with making sure he did not leave, and now you bring back excuse rather than Hell's heir! We need him. You tell me why that is, Duke."
"If left on Earth the Angels can gain access to your realm using him, sire." He said, his voices shaken with shame.
"I now have no choice but to start our war prematurely. What do you have to say for yourself. Speak carefully."
"Lord Lucifer, I am sor-" A blade materialized in Lucifer's hand, which he pierced Agares heart with.
"Not good enough! Lucifer howled demonically, which was answered by thousands of demons, which filled the air and flew out focused on the blood of Earth.

[Renegade]

Malphas and Sera walked along the side of the road in the middle of the market district of town. Each side of the road was lined with all sorts of retail shops. This particular street had mostly fashion and jewelry stores. The sun, by now was low on the horizon, and the streets were at their peak.
Malphas was now dressed a bit more appropriately. Blue jeans, a white shirt and a plain black jacket. Nothing flashy, but a lot better then the clothes he acquired elsewhere.
"Thank you, Sera. I don't know how I can repay you for your selflessness." Said Malphas.
"You've been thanking me for the last hour now, y'know?" She smiled at him.
Malphas was about to apologize when it went darker. He assumed at first it was that the sun had simply finished setting, but it was too sudden.
The both of them looked up at the sky, as did everyone else on the street. The sun was blotted out by hundreds of flying creatures. The sun barely filtered through the mass of wings. Everyone one around them screamed in panic and ran in random directions away from the west.
The demons plummeted down, picking people up and taking them away. Others were tearing humans apart as they tried to run.
A police officer and his partner were mercilessly torn apart as they tried to kill the beasts. Malphas watched with an internal rage and guilt. Had he caused this? Then, Sera rushed forward, grabbing the handguns of the officers that had been slaughtered moments ago, and firing on the demons.
"What are you doing?" he rushed over to her, picking up the other handgun and trying to protect her behind.
"NOT dying!" she screamed as she killed one. The demons looked like naked, mutilated humans, with slimy bat wings.
One of the creatures swooped down to Sera, but was knocked down and killed by an unseen force. Malphas and Sera looked around, at first they could not see anything, then more of them showed. They pierced the clouds like torpedoes leaving a small trail behind them as they flew with great white feathered wings. The demons stopped what they were doing, or who they were eating and focused their attention on the newcomers. The two sides fought one another in the air, it looked like a violent dance in the sky.