Post by seraph on Jul 16, 2007 20:18:44 GMT -5
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Angel CrosFir
Character Age:318
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Other <Vampire>
Character Position: Mostly Evil.
Character Personality: Angel is a calm, cool and collected guy. He can sometimes seem conceidedor vain, and he is. He is a smartass and is aware of it. His sarcasm is often uneeded, but he doesn't care. He tries not to attack women. If he is confronted by one, he tries to sweet talk her, and usualy, he'll "make friends" and she'll get away unharmed. He will try to confuse you whenever possible, and if he's in a battle with you, he'll talk to you, and make you reveal your past and your hopes and wishes and use them against you.
Character's Appearance: Angel's hair is true black (it appears to be a dark blue in light and in dark it is black.) He wears (in this day and age) a long, black leather trench coat that drags the ground.
Under this is an outfit reminiscent of the victorian style 1800's. He wears a long-sleeved, black shirt that is sort-of poofy at the shoulders, tighter around the arms and cut open at the ends. His pants are lose and black, but not baggy.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: none
Weapon Appearance: It can be a large broad sword that is completely black with no details other than darkness dripping off of it like water. Or it can be torn in half by Angel to form two, smaller blades that he duel wields.
Abilities:
Hopeless Angel: During his time with Ansem he learned many things. One of those things is how to deal with people. IN this attack, he talks to his opponent to get them to reveal the thigns they want to do, what they want most, and once he sees it in his mind, he can give it form and use it against them.
Dark Impact (Or Angel Meteor): (Angel usually uses this after being knocked into the air.) This can only be used with the broad sword. Angel turns himself upside down, turning his sword rightside up (facing the enemy) and holds it in both hands above his head. His wings wrap around him, like a shell, where only his arms and legs stand out of the safety of his wings. An aura of darkness forms around him as he launches himself forward toward the enemy. Wether he hits the enemy or not, this creates a wave of darkness in the form of a circle. This is avoidable...if you jump. If he hits the enemy head on...they're impaled with the sword and the first shock of the wave hits them (which is the most powerful.) But it is very hard to be impaled when you see him coming...
Dark Wings: The darkness covers his wings momentarily and they harden and become sharp. He can use this while running or as a shield. This can also be used in conjunction with Dark Impact. As he falls, his wings harden and become sharp, making the dark wave stronger, and if he hits the enemy head-on, it will drive them into the ground under the weight of his wings
Additional Abilities: [Abilities that you have bought/earned. This section is ONLY to be touched by staff upon you buying/earning an Additional Ability.]
Special Abilities: [Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
Items: [Items you have bought/earned. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
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Character History
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Angel was born on March 17th, 1689. His mother died from blood loss imediately after he was born. He was raised by his grief-striken father and, at the age of eight, was left on the side of a mountain by him. He couldn't stand the sight of Angel, his wifes' face and eyes looking up at him. The only release from this pain was abandonment.
Angel was found on the same day by a girl named Kathryn. She took him and watched over him. She was 17 at the time, and had lost her parents too. As
Angel grew older, he grew fond of her, and began to love her as more than jsut a friend. But, she wasn't home at night much anymore. And, eventually, she went out one night and never returned. Angel was 17 and studying fencing and broad-sword and thought it his duty to find Kathryn. The day after Kathryn's disappearence, he set out to find her, taking with him his broad sword and nothing else. After searching the forest and all of town, he started toward the bar. Information was easy to obtain there, and he was sure he'd find what he was looking for. A man in the darkest corner of the bar told Angel that Kathryn had been killed in a small square behind the church. He said that she was retunring from a "job". Angel didn't understand this.
"A...job? Kathryn had no job. I brought in the money for food and our house..."
The man laughed. Angel couldn't see the man's face or his body for that matter. He could only hear his voice.
"You naive fool. She was a harlet, a sleeper! Why do you think she slept during the day? Only waking to eat in the morning and at noon, and left when you returned home? Where do you think the extra money was coing from, boy?"
Angel was in a state of disbeleif. Kathryn, a sleeper? He never suspected it. Not from her. But nothing could be done now; she was dead. The only thing on his mind was revenge. He asked the man if Kathryn's murderer's could be found there and the reply was that they lived in the house in the square.
Angel went straight there from the bar, leaving without another word. When he arrived, there were 3 men standing outside of the house. One of which had just arrived. The other 2 men seemed angry at the one that had jsut arived. Angel hid himself in the dark to listen to their conversation.
"You told him where we live?! You fool!" The one closest to Angel said.
"We can handle the boy, he'll be no hindrance. Soon, we'll have nothing to worry about, Kathryn will be fine."
Angel recognized this voice. It was the man from the bar. He had told Angel everything. This was obviously a trap. They had said something about Kathryn being fine. What could they mean? She was dead...
Angel came out of the darkness, withdrawing his sword. The moon refelcted off of it's surface, giving away Angel's arrival. He didn't care though, his rage had blinded him, he was out for blood now. He wanted blood, and he always got what he wanted. There would be blood shed this night, and it would be theirs.
The men turned to him. They could apparently see fairly well in the dark. Angel, however, was having difficulty, but he'd have to deal with it.
"See? Here he is..." The apparent leader said, pointing at him. "Kathryn shall be safe with us. She is our mistress, boy. The Mistress of Darkness. Leave us at once."
Angel charged at them, both hands gripping tightly on his blade. He swung down at the leader. His blade hit the ground hard. The leader had moved behind Angel. Angel looked up at another one and lifted his blade quickly. He moved behind Angel, as if he already knew what Angel was going to do. They were reading his moves. No. They knew them before Angel did.
The one behind him kicked him oh so lightly on the back, but it seemed like the biggest of boulders had just been slammed onto his back. Angel flew forward into a wall and went through it, into a church. His broad sword was immediatly surrounded by a brilliant, white light. When the light dissipated, his sword had been entangled by light blue chords. The chords went up, spiraling around his old blade, and out at the top, forming what looked like a key.
Angel looked away from it for a second, the priest was standing above him.
"You have suffered greatly." he said. " You do not show it, but I can see. But, now the world needs you. You've been chosen to fight the Darkness for Light."
Angel was confused. Chosen? He had just been kicked through a wall...the meaning of "chosen" had a different meaning suddenly. And, what was this blade? And why the hell did thay kcik hurt so bad? Angel stood up slowly. A sharp pain shot up his back, he'd have to ignore it for now. He'd be feeling that for a while.
The priest told him that he held the Keyblade. But that it was in it's strongest and holiest form; the Ultima Weapon. The priest told him that the things outside were Vampires and that they had taken Kathryn into their care. But that it "served her right".
Angel, on that note, drove the Keyblade through the priests chest, killing him instantly. He walked out of the hole he had been kciked through to find the Vampires waiting for him. The Ultima Weapon's light allowed him to see his enemies just fine. He killed them with ease, each bursting into dust as the blade passed through them.
Angel, having avenged Kathryn, walked home, holding the mysterious Keyblade in his hand.
As he came a block from his house, his surroudnings became dark; the blackest black; the darkest of nights. Hr hrld the blade up to provide him with light and was forced to the ground by someone.
The Ultima disappeared, leaving him and the enemy in the dark. Angel felt a cold breath on his neck. A colder touch to his skin.
"You came to save me, love/ But I didn't need saving. You shan't go without a reward though..."
Kathryn was on top of Angel. She could see just fine, and Angel knew why. He felt her straddle him, remaining strong all the while, keeping Angel pinned. She grabbed his wrist and kissed it softly.
"Aw...poor thing. It still beats..."
She lifted her wrist to her mouth, dropping his to his side. She made a little gash in her own, and lifted it to her chest. She drew her wrist across, leaving a line of blood over her breast. She moved up on him, sitting on his stomach. She lowered her chets to his mouth.
Angel didn't know what was going on. But, he was sure that Kathryn, his Kathryn, was on him now. He could smell her blood, feel her soft, cold skin against him. He was safe. He was going to be with her forever. Forever...in Darkness.
He licked the blood from her chets quickly. It tasted sweet. Angel thought this odd, as all blood he had tasted previously had tasted strong of iron. Never sweet. He wanted more. He wanted this taste to stay with him. To linger on his tongue forever. Angel tried to pull Kathryn closer, to get what blood he might've left behind. She pulled away looking at his neck.
Angel had heard fairy tales of Vampires, he never thought they were true. But here he was, in the presnece of the Mistress of Darkness. He knew what must be done now, every fairy tale told of it.
Kathryn moved back, sitting on Angel's abdomen. She lay down slowly, postioning herself comfortably for, she was about to feast. Angel felt a sharp pain shoot through him. Her k-9's piercing his neck, his soul (for, soon the wrecthed thing would be gone.) Pain and suffering would be a thing of the past. He would live on eternally with Kathryn by his side- The Prince of Darkness.
She sat up, licking her lips teasingly.
"Do you want more?" She asked.
Angel said nothing. The pain was to great. He only winced and attempted to look into her now cat-like eyes.
"You shall have more...."
She took up Angel's hand and tore open his wrist with her teeth. His blood filled her mouth. She lay down slowly on him again and kissed him, placing the blood into his mouth.
The sweetness filled him again. But, it was doubly sweet this time. He allowed his tongue to dance with ehrs for a short time until she pulled away and stood up.
Angel felt dazed. His vision was blurring and the darkness was growing seemingly darker. Angel grabbed his chest, attempting , feebly, to tear his shirt off. His heart was stopping...and he was slipping into a Darkness all his own...
Angel awoke. Kathryn standing above him, looking at the stars. He had been moved. He was now in the graveyard, down town. He sat up, looking at her. He felt powerful...and, strangely more alive than he ahd ever felt.
"Cliche'. You brought me to a graveyard." He said, moving his limbs slowly to adjust to his new found speed and power. Kathryn turned and smiled.
"You're sarcasm delights me so!" She said, bending to place a kiss on his forehead.
And this was the way things were for years. Angel did evil when with Kathryn and when by himself, used the Ultima Weapon for good. He and Kathryn roamed about all of France, stirring up trouble, leaving Darkness and chaos in their wake. When the French Revolutin came about, they were separated. Kathryn caused trouble and Angel stopped it. But Kathryn did not know it was Angel. THis want on for a few days until they met up again, back at their house.
"Someone was spoiling our fun in Paris, Angel! Who was it?"
Angel claimed not to know. But that "the bastard better watch his back."
And as time went on, and Angel went farther into the Darkness, he felt a void form between he and Kathryn. He left, having one thought on his mind; To become complete Darkness. To become the ultimate Darkness.
A year passed, and Angel had realized what he had to do to obtain the power he sought. He must kill Kathryn. He returned to his home to find Kathryn at her old work again. Angel killed her new "lover" and tossed the body carelessly out into the street. Kathryn gathered up a blanket around her. Angel didn't speak, nor did she. Kathryn knew why he had come, and had felt him coming from far off. He had drifted farther into the Darkness than she had. She could feel it pouring off of his aura. She sat on her bed, curled up, shaking, frightened of Angel. He only summoned the Ultima and put it to her heart. He smirked.
"You always had a thing for cliche' things, didn't you?"
And, with that, he drove the blade through her chest. She errupted into dust, and fell to the bed.
Angel had killed the only thing barring his path to Supreme Darkness. He could feel her Darkness filling him. And the Darkness of every person she had eveer killed entered him. He knew true Darkness now. It flowed through his body, flowed out of him, dripping off of him like water. He was Darkness. He was the last Vampire on earth. The purest Darkness on earth. He was invincible.
Angel looked down at the Ultima Weapon. Darkness was flowing down the blade, through the spaces between the wire, and onto the ground.
"This Holy weapon...why does it stay with me?" Angel said this all too soon. The blade began to glow it brilliant light once more. Angel felt it burn his hand, the hilt almost fusing with his skin before he threw it across the room. he hid in the darkest corner, staring. He saw the blade disappear. He looked down at his right hand. It had the spiral desgin of the Ultima burned into it. A reminder to Angel of how cruel the Light was to him. He had never been happy in Light. He had never been strong. Now, he was a god. He had the power of the cosmos at his fingertips. Now, what to do with it?
Angel went out of his house. Staring up at the moon, he wondered about what the stars really were.
"Are you looking at the stars, you monster?" A voice said from behind him. Angel had smelt thsi man approaching a long while ago.
"I am. You are a powerful priest. Are you not? A High Priest. You've come to banish me. And, as the Light is with you, I will not fight back. Do what you will."
The Priest said nothing. Angel did not turn to face him. The Priest said something in Latin, and Angel was engulfed in a white light, and taken from earth. Banished forever.
Years later, he found his way into the Dark Realm where he met Ansem. He and Ansem spoke of the Darkness together. Angel, seeing that he hadn't found Supreme Darkness, fought Ansem, and lost. He then swore his alligence to Ansem, and went to the other worlds to make Heartless and to spread the Darkness.
Angel was there at the final battle between Sora and Ansem. Ansem had told Angel to stay back and watch. That, if Ansem did happen to fall in battle, Angel was to be his heir, to contibue to spread the darkness and to destroy the Light.
And so, Angel did as Ansem asked.
Later, Angel found an unchartered world, enhabited by Darkness. The people there were unaware of their selfishness and of what their god truelly was. Angel wanted nothing more than to destroy this god, but refrained for the time being. He still had to do Ansem's work...
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Anything extra you want to add?
yes..yes indeed....
He's awesome.
General Character Information
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Character Name: Angel CrosFir
Character Age:318
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Other <Vampire>
Character Position: Mostly Evil.
Character Personality: Angel is a calm, cool and collected guy. He can sometimes seem conceidedor vain, and he is. He is a smartass and is aware of it. His sarcasm is often uneeded, but he doesn't care. He tries not to attack women. If he is confronted by one, he tries to sweet talk her, and usualy, he'll "make friends" and she'll get away unharmed. He will try to confuse you whenever possible, and if he's in a battle with you, he'll talk to you, and make you reveal your past and your hopes and wishes and use them against you.
Character's Appearance: Angel's hair is true black (it appears to be a dark blue in light and in dark it is black.) He wears (in this day and age) a long, black leather trench coat that drags the ground.
Under this is an outfit reminiscent of the victorian style 1800's. He wears a long-sleeved, black shirt that is sort-of poofy at the shoulders, tighter around the arms and cut open at the ends. His pants are lose and black, but not baggy.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: none
Weapon Appearance: It can be a large broad sword that is completely black with no details other than darkness dripping off of it like water. Or it can be torn in half by Angel to form two, smaller blades that he duel wields.
Abilities:
Hopeless Angel: During his time with Ansem he learned many things. One of those things is how to deal with people. IN this attack, he talks to his opponent to get them to reveal the thigns they want to do, what they want most, and once he sees it in his mind, he can give it form and use it against them.
Dark Impact (Or Angel Meteor): (Angel usually uses this after being knocked into the air.) This can only be used with the broad sword. Angel turns himself upside down, turning his sword rightside up (facing the enemy) and holds it in both hands above his head. His wings wrap around him, like a shell, where only his arms and legs stand out of the safety of his wings. An aura of darkness forms around him as he launches himself forward toward the enemy. Wether he hits the enemy or not, this creates a wave of darkness in the form of a circle. This is avoidable...if you jump. If he hits the enemy head on...they're impaled with the sword and the first shock of the wave hits them (which is the most powerful.) But it is very hard to be impaled when you see him coming...
Dark Wings: The darkness covers his wings momentarily and they harden and become sharp. He can use this while running or as a shield. This can also be used in conjunction with Dark Impact. As he falls, his wings harden and become sharp, making the dark wave stronger, and if he hits the enemy head-on, it will drive them into the ground under the weight of his wings
Additional Abilities: [Abilities that you have bought/earned. This section is ONLY to be touched by staff upon you buying/earning an Additional Ability.]
Special Abilities: [Abilities that do not count toward your maximum total amount of Abilities. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
Items: [Items you have bought/earned. This section is only to be touched by staff.]
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Character History
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Angel was born on March 17th, 1689. His mother died from blood loss imediately after he was born. He was raised by his grief-striken father and, at the age of eight, was left on the side of a mountain by him. He couldn't stand the sight of Angel, his wifes' face and eyes looking up at him. The only release from this pain was abandonment.
Angel was found on the same day by a girl named Kathryn. She took him and watched over him. She was 17 at the time, and had lost her parents too. As
Angel grew older, he grew fond of her, and began to love her as more than jsut a friend. But, she wasn't home at night much anymore. And, eventually, she went out one night and never returned. Angel was 17 and studying fencing and broad-sword and thought it his duty to find Kathryn. The day after Kathryn's disappearence, he set out to find her, taking with him his broad sword and nothing else. After searching the forest and all of town, he started toward the bar. Information was easy to obtain there, and he was sure he'd find what he was looking for. A man in the darkest corner of the bar told Angel that Kathryn had been killed in a small square behind the church. He said that she was retunring from a "job". Angel didn't understand this.
"A...job? Kathryn had no job. I brought in the money for food and our house..."
The man laughed. Angel couldn't see the man's face or his body for that matter. He could only hear his voice.
"You naive fool. She was a harlet, a sleeper! Why do you think she slept during the day? Only waking to eat in the morning and at noon, and left when you returned home? Where do you think the extra money was coing from, boy?"
Angel was in a state of disbeleif. Kathryn, a sleeper? He never suspected it. Not from her. But nothing could be done now; she was dead. The only thing on his mind was revenge. He asked the man if Kathryn's murderer's could be found there and the reply was that they lived in the house in the square.
Angel went straight there from the bar, leaving without another word. When he arrived, there were 3 men standing outside of the house. One of which had just arrived. The other 2 men seemed angry at the one that had jsut arived. Angel hid himself in the dark to listen to their conversation.
"You told him where we live?! You fool!" The one closest to Angel said.
"We can handle the boy, he'll be no hindrance. Soon, we'll have nothing to worry about, Kathryn will be fine."
Angel recognized this voice. It was the man from the bar. He had told Angel everything. This was obviously a trap. They had said something about Kathryn being fine. What could they mean? She was dead...
Angel came out of the darkness, withdrawing his sword. The moon refelcted off of it's surface, giving away Angel's arrival. He didn't care though, his rage had blinded him, he was out for blood now. He wanted blood, and he always got what he wanted. There would be blood shed this night, and it would be theirs.
The men turned to him. They could apparently see fairly well in the dark. Angel, however, was having difficulty, but he'd have to deal with it.
"See? Here he is..." The apparent leader said, pointing at him. "Kathryn shall be safe with us. She is our mistress, boy. The Mistress of Darkness. Leave us at once."
Angel charged at them, both hands gripping tightly on his blade. He swung down at the leader. His blade hit the ground hard. The leader had moved behind Angel. Angel looked up at another one and lifted his blade quickly. He moved behind Angel, as if he already knew what Angel was going to do. They were reading his moves. No. They knew them before Angel did.
The one behind him kicked him oh so lightly on the back, but it seemed like the biggest of boulders had just been slammed onto his back. Angel flew forward into a wall and went through it, into a church. His broad sword was immediatly surrounded by a brilliant, white light. When the light dissipated, his sword had been entangled by light blue chords. The chords went up, spiraling around his old blade, and out at the top, forming what looked like a key.
Angel looked away from it for a second, the priest was standing above him.
"You have suffered greatly." he said. " You do not show it, but I can see. But, now the world needs you. You've been chosen to fight the Darkness for Light."
Angel was confused. Chosen? He had just been kicked through a wall...the meaning of "chosen" had a different meaning suddenly. And, what was this blade? And why the hell did thay kcik hurt so bad? Angel stood up slowly. A sharp pain shot up his back, he'd have to ignore it for now. He'd be feeling that for a while.
The priest told him that he held the Keyblade. But that it was in it's strongest and holiest form; the Ultima Weapon. The priest told him that the things outside were Vampires and that they had taken Kathryn into their care. But that it "served her right".
Angel, on that note, drove the Keyblade through the priests chest, killing him instantly. He walked out of the hole he had been kciked through to find the Vampires waiting for him. The Ultima Weapon's light allowed him to see his enemies just fine. He killed them with ease, each bursting into dust as the blade passed through them.
Angel, having avenged Kathryn, walked home, holding the mysterious Keyblade in his hand.
As he came a block from his house, his surroudnings became dark; the blackest black; the darkest of nights. Hr hrld the blade up to provide him with light and was forced to the ground by someone.
The Ultima disappeared, leaving him and the enemy in the dark. Angel felt a cold breath on his neck. A colder touch to his skin.
"You came to save me, love/ But I didn't need saving. You shan't go without a reward though..."
Kathryn was on top of Angel. She could see just fine, and Angel knew why. He felt her straddle him, remaining strong all the while, keeping Angel pinned. She grabbed his wrist and kissed it softly.
"Aw...poor thing. It still beats..."
She lifted her wrist to her mouth, dropping his to his side. She made a little gash in her own, and lifted it to her chest. She drew her wrist across, leaving a line of blood over her breast. She moved up on him, sitting on his stomach. She lowered her chets to his mouth.
Angel didn't know what was going on. But, he was sure that Kathryn, his Kathryn, was on him now. He could smell her blood, feel her soft, cold skin against him. He was safe. He was going to be with her forever. Forever...in Darkness.
He licked the blood from her chets quickly. It tasted sweet. Angel thought this odd, as all blood he had tasted previously had tasted strong of iron. Never sweet. He wanted more. He wanted this taste to stay with him. To linger on his tongue forever. Angel tried to pull Kathryn closer, to get what blood he might've left behind. She pulled away looking at his neck.
Angel had heard fairy tales of Vampires, he never thought they were true. But here he was, in the presnece of the Mistress of Darkness. He knew what must be done now, every fairy tale told of it.
Kathryn moved back, sitting on Angel's abdomen. She lay down slowly, postioning herself comfortably for, she was about to feast. Angel felt a sharp pain shoot through him. Her k-9's piercing his neck, his soul (for, soon the wrecthed thing would be gone.) Pain and suffering would be a thing of the past. He would live on eternally with Kathryn by his side- The Prince of Darkness.
She sat up, licking her lips teasingly.
"Do you want more?" She asked.
Angel said nothing. The pain was to great. He only winced and attempted to look into her now cat-like eyes.
"You shall have more...."
She took up Angel's hand and tore open his wrist with her teeth. His blood filled her mouth. She lay down slowly on him again and kissed him, placing the blood into his mouth.
The sweetness filled him again. But, it was doubly sweet this time. He allowed his tongue to dance with ehrs for a short time until she pulled away and stood up.
Angel felt dazed. His vision was blurring and the darkness was growing seemingly darker. Angel grabbed his chest, attempting , feebly, to tear his shirt off. His heart was stopping...and he was slipping into a Darkness all his own...
Angel awoke. Kathryn standing above him, looking at the stars. He had been moved. He was now in the graveyard, down town. He sat up, looking at her. He felt powerful...and, strangely more alive than he ahd ever felt.
"Cliche'. You brought me to a graveyard." He said, moving his limbs slowly to adjust to his new found speed and power. Kathryn turned and smiled.
"You're sarcasm delights me so!" She said, bending to place a kiss on his forehead.
And this was the way things were for years. Angel did evil when with Kathryn and when by himself, used the Ultima Weapon for good. He and Kathryn roamed about all of France, stirring up trouble, leaving Darkness and chaos in their wake. When the French Revolutin came about, they were separated. Kathryn caused trouble and Angel stopped it. But Kathryn did not know it was Angel. THis want on for a few days until they met up again, back at their house.
"Someone was spoiling our fun in Paris, Angel! Who was it?"
Angel claimed not to know. But that "the bastard better watch his back."
And as time went on, and Angel went farther into the Darkness, he felt a void form between he and Kathryn. He left, having one thought on his mind; To become complete Darkness. To become the ultimate Darkness.
A year passed, and Angel had realized what he had to do to obtain the power he sought. He must kill Kathryn. He returned to his home to find Kathryn at her old work again. Angel killed her new "lover" and tossed the body carelessly out into the street. Kathryn gathered up a blanket around her. Angel didn't speak, nor did she. Kathryn knew why he had come, and had felt him coming from far off. He had drifted farther into the Darkness than she had. She could feel it pouring off of his aura. She sat on her bed, curled up, shaking, frightened of Angel. He only summoned the Ultima and put it to her heart. He smirked.
"You always had a thing for cliche' things, didn't you?"
And, with that, he drove the blade through her chest. She errupted into dust, and fell to the bed.
Angel had killed the only thing barring his path to Supreme Darkness. He could feel her Darkness filling him. And the Darkness of every person she had eveer killed entered him. He knew true Darkness now. It flowed through his body, flowed out of him, dripping off of him like water. He was Darkness. He was the last Vampire on earth. The purest Darkness on earth. He was invincible.
Angel looked down at the Ultima Weapon. Darkness was flowing down the blade, through the spaces between the wire, and onto the ground.
"This Holy weapon...why does it stay with me?" Angel said this all too soon. The blade began to glow it brilliant light once more. Angel felt it burn his hand, the hilt almost fusing with his skin before he threw it across the room. he hid in the darkest corner, staring. He saw the blade disappear. He looked down at his right hand. It had the spiral desgin of the Ultima burned into it. A reminder to Angel of how cruel the Light was to him. He had never been happy in Light. He had never been strong. Now, he was a god. He had the power of the cosmos at his fingertips. Now, what to do with it?
Angel went out of his house. Staring up at the moon, he wondered about what the stars really were.
"Are you looking at the stars, you monster?" A voice said from behind him. Angel had smelt thsi man approaching a long while ago.
"I am. You are a powerful priest. Are you not? A High Priest. You've come to banish me. And, as the Light is with you, I will not fight back. Do what you will."
The Priest said nothing. Angel did not turn to face him. The Priest said something in Latin, and Angel was engulfed in a white light, and taken from earth. Banished forever.
Years later, he found his way into the Dark Realm where he met Ansem. He and Ansem spoke of the Darkness together. Angel, seeing that he hadn't found Supreme Darkness, fought Ansem, and lost. He then swore his alligence to Ansem, and went to the other worlds to make Heartless and to spread the Darkness.
Angel was there at the final battle between Sora and Ansem. Ansem had told Angel to stay back and watch. That, if Ansem did happen to fall in battle, Angel was to be his heir, to contibue to spread the darkness and to destroy the Light.
And so, Angel did as Ansem asked.
Later, Angel found an unchartered world, enhabited by Darkness. The people there were unaware of their selfishness and of what their god truelly was. Angel wanted nothing more than to destroy this god, but refrained for the time being. He still had to do Ansem's work...
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Other
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Anything extra you want to add?
yes..yes indeed....
He's awesome.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao