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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jul 16, 2009 13:51:56 GMT -5
The sound of burning could have been smell for miles. Trucido walked towards the neck and cut off his head from the rest of the body, making it dissolve.
"Mark, Do you know why this god was sentence to death? Because he thought that humans should become gods so that way, when the gods destroy the world again, they can make Humans the right way. I loved this god, he was a smart god. What I wanted to say is that maybe you and me can hide this god from the others, but he attacked you so I had to kill him." he said with of depression in his voice. He put his weapon away and walked off.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 16, 2009 14:23:18 GMT -5
*Mark looked at the dissolving buddy and back at Trucido.*
Mark: Make humans gods? *He shook his head.* Humans can't handle that power... but maybe I'm wrong. What should we do...?
*He asked, he seemed ready to follow Trucido's order whatever way it was.*
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Post by Profeta on Jul 16, 2009 15:55:08 GMT -5
"Mark, I believe we need to leave Trucido alone for a while." Profeta said as she placed her hand on his shoulder "That god was his father-like figure to him. So I think he needs some time to deal with this."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 16, 2009 17:56:22 GMT -5
*Mark looked at Trucido with surprise, Trucido was like a brother to him he'd never figured Trucido looked up to someone, and he killed him without hesitation when Mark's own life was in danger but what was bothering Mark was that why did the god attack Mark? Wasn't after Trucido if he and that 'god' were close so he was after him. But why...?*
Mark: I'm sorry, sir, forgive me. *he bowed his head to him then looked back at Profeta.* Alright, let's go.
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Post by Profeta on Jul 16, 2009 18:43:19 GMT -5
700 years ago
Profeta walks up to Mark's door with a sadden face. She raised her hand and knocked gently, and stepped two steps back.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 16, 2009 18:48:23 GMT -5
*Mark lifted his head from his pillow from the knocking on the door, he yawned and walked forward grabbing a white undershirt and slipped it on quickly. He opened the door and was a bit surprised to see who it was.*
Mark: Profeta, da, uh, ma'am. *He stuttered trying to get out the proper title.* What are you doing here, ma'am? *he then noticed her sadden look.* A-are you okay? You're not hurt are you?
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Post by Profeta on Jul 16, 2009 18:55:08 GMT -5
"No, but Trucido..." She started to said, but she started to cry, "he is going to get Damned today! I thought you should know."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 16, 2009 19:49:00 GMT -5
Mark: D-damned!? *Mark yelled in surprise.* But why? What could he have done?
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Post by Profeta on Jul 16, 2009 21:16:52 GMT -5
"They said that he was insane and killed some angels, Archangels, and 3 gods. If you want to go see him before he is damned, go that way." she said as pointed the way to Trucido.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 17, 2009 13:12:24 GMT -5
*Mark was even more stunned.*
How could he... when I was going to become an archangel he got to go and get himself damned.
Mark: I'll go see him... *he said quickly turning away from her, he was angry but sad, he didn't know what he should do... set him free? He'd have to talk to him for the real answer.*
*The guard moved aside letting Mark walk in.*
Mark: Trucido...?
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jul 17, 2009 17:02:54 GMT -5
Trucido was shirtless and had scars and bruises covering his torso. He looked up and said "Mark, my boy, are you here to see me, and try to free me?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 17, 2009 17:58:07 GMT -5
*Mark ignored Trucido questions and went straight to his own.*
Mark: Did... you kill all those angels...?
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jul 17, 2009 18:08:53 GMT -5
"... I had to. They were going to kill me. Strongest Survive." Trucido answered "Because the 'gods' think that I am insane! All I said was that Humans should become gods. I mean look at you! You were a human once, and now you are an Archangel!"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Jul 17, 2009 18:16:27 GMT -5
Mark: Trucido, I wouldn't ask for this life even if I was offered. I wouldn't want to be given powers of a god, it hurts, human bodies can't handle the power of it. *he shook his head, giving a moment to let his words sink in.* But I don't agree with their acts, locking you up like this... they should have just sent you to talk to someone...
*He bowed his head low, unsure of what he should do.*
Mark: What... what should I do...? *There he was asking help again he cringed at that, no matter how strong he has gotten he still seemed unable to make a choice.*
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Jul 17, 2009 18:20:39 GMT -5
"Spring me out of here, and we can kill the gods and rule the universe." Trucido said "You me and Profeta can lead the humans in the right directions! " He had hope return to him.
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