Memories of a Night Angel [Closed!]

[Ayen]

What do you want?

The dimly lit eyes of The Arashi stared down towards the immortal child known as The Genius, who stood in The Night Angel’s place upon a memory of when she first awakened Aper, which led down a grand chain of events that shaped the very foundation of Genesis today. Olivia forced her mind to endure another session, translating the words of The Arashi for it all to come together.

Did you seek refuge from your memories – Is that why you crossed the gates?

Olivia only stood there, looking as baffled as Amoura was when all of this first transpired before her eyes, even though she could understand every word The Arashi spoke. So far the languages has gone from French, to German to Italian.

The world is broken….

It knew. Before the others in this world could have possibly conceived what was going on, it knew.

What matter of thing are you, woman? Answer Arashi!

“Tell me and we both will know. I know of the obvious: that I am a demon and a vampire in one body. I’ve encountered entities throughout my life that have left some mark. Do you sense that or are you baffled that something like me could even exist?”

Even though they were not her words, Olivia felt empathic for what Amoura has gone through. She herself could relate possibly more than The Night Angel would ever come to understand.

Liar! Why are you here? Why are there others? Wrapped in the guise of man shall they walk amongst the innocent…and terror shall consume they that dwell upon the world. The skies shall rain fire, and the seas will become as blood. The righteous shall fall before the wicked, and all of creation shall tremble before the burning standards of hell… You do not belong.

I. Can’t. Understand. You. Stop showing off your language skills and speak in something that I can actually respond to! Oh? Who gave you the power to decide who belongs and who doesn’t? So answer this: does that prophecy have something to do with me? I can’t think of another reason as to why you’d be so violent.”

Prophecy? It is already happening. You and your peers are the instruments of the unbinding. Warn your people; return to your world because the Arashi will cleanse all who dared cross the gates, and thus restore balance.

So run – run woman – for the storm is at your heel.

“Is that what this is all about? Then stop yelling at me and pointing your weapons at my throat! Your actions against me earlier were unnecessary. First of all, it was not my doing or any of my friend’s doing that the barriers in the universe are falling apart! People got sucked into those gateways or wandered in to satisfy curiosity. Are you really going to kill all of them for that? Won’t that cause a disturbance in this balance that you prize?”

Within the mass there is one who is the vessel, the harbinger, and if the Arashi does not intervene he shall send forth his terror into all of the realms. If those who perturb the balance do not leave this soil at once, then a sacrifice of blood is what it demands for the cleanse of this world. There is no avoiding it, no escape – no alternative – so make your choice woman; if you will not run then you will be the first tribute, and so will my blades cut down all of those who would dare stand in their path.

“Very well. I’ve made my choice: I will stand down and let you do what you must.”

Genius turned around and the memory behind her faded away like a hand running through water and the immortal child began reliving the battle of Aircano in the shoes of Amoura.

The war amongst the celestial kingdom shall not be contained; the sons of man shall be engulfed in the flood of conflict, and all hope shall be lost unto them. A child will cradle the seed of destruction in his breast as the heart of man falls under the shadow. Fate shall make war upon the heavens, and the heavens shall gird themselves as for battle. The righteous shall fall upon the wicked…. and lay siege to the very gates of the house of the creator. It shall take peace from mankind and loose great destruction upon the world.

The Arashi words held such presence that even through memories Olivia felt a fear that threatened to paralyze her where she stood, but she continued to endure.

“The righteous shall fall before the wicked, and all of Creation shall tremble before the burning standards of Hell.”

‘Upon’ and ‘Before’ are two different words all together. Are you really that primitive towards your key language?

I thought the nightmares had shut you up, Other.

Just stating a fact. Now excuse me, there’s a corner with my name on it and a bear to cuddle with. Where’d you put the ice cream?

Light, Shadow, Life, Death, Harmony, Chaos….

At last the storm surges forth from the holy lands…and the hand of destruction reaches out to undo the workings of the creator. The tides of judgment surge – ready to smash down upon the shores of the mortal world – to drown the guilty and the innocent alike. The Arashi shall mete out his vengeance upon all flesh. And blood shall run as great torrents. Only then, shall they be saved.

As she was knocked out by a failed attack, Olivia would unfortunately miss anything that The Arashi said while unconscious. She would awaken to his speech however.

Destruction of that devour all things….the God of Darkness: Is actually God of Ruin, darkness that devours all.

The battle for ever on the palm of the Creator of the plebs. Tossed to and fro in the sea of emptiness ... Corpus war generation of thy incense. FEMALE DESTROYER to create the last thing of all


The Genius felt a sudden rush of emotion, anger, rage towards what she believed to be unjust in The Arashi actions.

“The scales have changed--the barriers between universes are down! Instead of returning those who are foreign, he slaughters them! How is that achieving balance?! That will only cause a further imbalance in the worlds they came from! ‘Within the mass there is one who is the vessel, the harbinger, and if the Arashi does not intervene he shall send forth his terror into all of the realms. If those who perturb the balance do not leave this soil at once, then a sacrifice of blood is what it demands for the cleanse of this world. You want your sacrifice of blood, then take it! Take it and let this world be cleansed!”

Know that your end will come in a lonely prayer for the dead…

The blood splattered on its face, the violent wind came to past, more destruction was witnessed through the eyes of Amoura before it spoke again.

A wanderer will pass through the ancient lands, trailing chaos in his wake. The realms will be reunited and the mortal world will tremble before them.

A true servant of God shall never teach false doctrine. It shall, in return, never deny new revelation. It will never tell one that the canon of scripture is full, or that Testament, new and old, is the last revelation ever intended to be given to man.

The beast shall be upon the earth, and it shall be diverse from all kingdoms, and it shall devour the whole earth, tread it down, and break it in pieces.

Let it be heard that Yahweh’s will cometh not from the faith of man – but from Yahweh itself. It is in His divine law that Arashi draws blade – and in His duty that destruction must come to pass; for all of His creation.

A sacrifice of blood is what it demands for the cleansing of this world.

Until this moment, the Arashi spared this sanctuary; it will tolerate no further hindrance by the hand of man: Like Sodom and Gomorrah before you, if repentance is not sought so shall Aircano be swallowed by a storm of brimstone, salt and flames…

Defeat, true defeat, flooded them all. Only the most stubborn of them all chose to continue this fight. That would not be Amoura’s accord.

This is why I despise gods. Many claim to be merciful, loving and only want the best for their creation. Yet here we see this Yahweh’s true face as a bloodthirsty, merciless deity that uses his followers like chess pawns. That poor girl must be heartbroken.

The memories stopped there for Olivia knew what happened next. Maricul would laugh in the face of death and arise from the ashes anew. Utopia would be created and she would be brought to this strange land. But as she began to leave, a hand grabbed her shoulder and startled the immortal child. She turned around to see the dimly lit eyes of The Arashi staring her down once again. As they did with Maricul, Amoura and Sparda, they did here. The memories, acted.

A sacrifice of blood is what it demands, for the cleanse of it’s world. The Gate is prepared!


The aftermath of the supernova, trillion of lives and worlds forever lost, and the tower, all flashed in the child’s mind after those words were uttered.

The evil that was once vanquished shall rise anew.

Maricul, laughing in the face of annihilation, also flashed in Olivia’s mind soon after those words were uttered.

Wrapped in the guise of man shall He walk amongst the innocent, and Terror shall consume they that dwell upon the Earth.

Luca, she was the next one to appear in her mind, but why? That was no man. No He. Why was it showing her Luca?

The skies shall rain fire, and the seas will become as blood. The righteous shall fall before the wicked, and all of Creation shall tremble before the burning standards of Hell.

The end. That what she saw next. Everything, everyone, falling to the power of Luca Valentine, to Maricul, to the Three – there was Three? Another mind existed within Maricul and Luca’s?

It is the harbinger of Its return and It shall send forth it’s terror into all the realms. Everything… Shall die. In seven days the world was made; when the time comes, there shall be seven days of peace before the world comes undone.

Olivia’s eyes widened and she felt her entire body go numb as one word parted her small lips in reply.

“Utopia.”