Post by Enizo on Nov 14, 2012 12:07:21 GMT -5
This is written by both Micheal and Mark Fri, the beginning part is by Mike and the end is written by Mark.
“The Fall (Main Theme)” (0:00 through 3:20 only)
...The black waves roll...night descends over the black waves and washes over the sandy shore, it taints the brown sand to blacken mud and sweeps it away into the ocean. In darkness we see a large shadow in the moonlight, a set of spires that stood perfectly up and seemly stretched into the clouds. A figure, cloaked, watches these spires from afar – proud of his work...until he suddenly felt two presences form behind him. He turned and looked, two figures obscured by the shadows but with bright eyes stared at him.
The cloaked man turned his head, “I...wasn't expecting just you two.”
One of the two spoke back, “We know.”
The cloaked man turned to fully face them, the cloak shifting as his hands moved to two blades. “You dare...?”
One of the two spoke again, “We don't dare, we demand – we let you have free reign while you amused us, but now your time is up.”
The cloaked man shook with anger, drawing the two blades, “I WILL NOT BE A PAWN OF THE GODS!”
He rushed forward and the clashes of battle began, lights reflect from the blackened waters...but the lights do not reflect the battle of now, no they reflect battles of old...they reflect the decisive battle fought shortly ago...the battle that allowed a demon in disguise as a savior gain a literal and symbolic victory.
Where thirteen idealistic warriors stood before the Demon-Savior and tried to show the world there was an option the Demon-Savior would not allow: freedom.
But that freedom was quashed under the mighty boot of a force that freedom couldn't beat: power. They were gone...set asleep as an example, a rule, against all who would oppose him...
The cloaked man, who had gained so many victories within seconds...was suddenly in a position he never thought he would have to be: he was losing. He fought harder, magic spilling out in the form of destructive blasts and life-withering spells – but the two who opposed him were nothing he had faced before, they weren't necessarily strong or overpowering but they had something he was so used to crushing: confidence, willpower, and determination. No matter what he threw at them, these three fires he sensed in these two did not die or fade away.
...the waters know this...they reflect not only what has happened, but what is to come...the fires the Demon-Savior thought he doused would only be revived: in the form of a burning inferno.
A blaze that did not cover and protect, but destroyed all they were to touch, with no dreams and no focus they became an uncontrollable force of death and destruction. But all was not loss...for the burning blaze would soon be extinguished by an idealistic force like them, warriors chosen from a woman who carry the burden of all faced off against the thirteen burning blazes...and reminded them all of something they once carried, and yet lost: the future....
The Cloaked man yelled as he fell to his stomach, trying to reach for one of his blades and watching helplessly as it was kicked away from him: two blades pointed at his back.
“You won't do it...you can destroy me but you cannot destroy my legacy!” the cloaked man spat at them, looking at the beautiful spires from across the water...funny...they looked smaller than they were a moment ago – in fact they were growing smaller each second. They were sinking...his legacy was sinking.
“Your legacy is dead.” one of the two spoke, keeping his blade trained on his neck. The cloaked man though growled, his eyes moving to stare at the one who spoke to him.
“Legacies don't die.”
...legacy...the waters knew of the danger of legacy and the forms it can take, a man who wanted to conquer all, or a man who wanted to destroy it all. One of the thirteen did not die, not completely, he hid...on the darkside of the moon and as the moon turned its harsh light to the world he followed in its shadow. He moved each piece, like a chess board, across the moonlight to ensure one absolute outcome: complete destruction, for it was the only way the world would be saved from the Demon-Savior.
But legacy was also what put an end to his ambition, the legacy of the moon...and of the thirteen, who discovered a family he didn't want but had...
“Yes, neither can you.” one of the two spoke, “death is not fitting, those brave men and women you sealed...you will join them. Your fate will be sealed along with you legacy, Duo.”
Duo's eyes never stopped...never stopped their hatred, their fury burned even as the two cast a light over him. Not even when the Demon-Savior Duo felt all of his might constrict and his form go weak, even when the seas he loved so much faded from view and was replaced by a painful white. He did not scream, he did not merge into that whiteness in fear...just fury, absolute fury...it would burn red in the endless white...
...and he vanished, the two figures stood at the spot where the Demon-Savior – who had caused so much pain – vanish. They would know what would happen shortly, with the ruler gone power will slowly crumble: sure people will take his place but they don't have the power he had, it will fail, the world will be restored to its former state...and his rule will be all but forgotten over time...
...but the seas will never forget...and the seas know fury...
(End: The Fall (Main Theme))
----
Two Brothers...
A city so beautiful and vast lied on the coast of a small island outside Unda. Its brilliance and wealth like no other.
A city so wonderful… so great.
Its brilliance was probably the only thing keeping these two young boys from giving up on life, to be able to watch life flourish like this. Cuddled up together on a rooftop by a river that ran through the middle of the city.
“…What was that story that mother used to tell us…?”
The young boy asked the other while pulling more of the stained white blanket over him.
The other boy sat emotionless next to him, his one arm being used to pull the other closer while the other was attempting to keep the bitter cold night from taking his life.
“No, Kain,” he said simply, “I’m not repeating it.”
“P-Please Duo…” Kain pleaded, tears welling in his dark, demonic eyes, “Please tell it.”
Duo was silent for a moment, his eyes set on the people who walked below them. He scowled before closing his eyes and beginning to make a small humming sound within his throat.
----
In a world so dark…
The Tower of Salvation shook with a mighty rumble. With every slash and blow the tower cried out in pain.
and so emotionless
Roxa Sairen, Andy Jammer and the rest of the Heroes struck back at Grey, they were doing their best to stop the nuclear powered Saint from achieving the Saint’s plan.
But while brothers killed their own brothers and destruction beyond forgiveness was dealt, something else was happening.
With every dark blast, with every nuclear explosion, the thousands of seals that were held in the tower began to break free, allowing monsters of your worst fears to run loose once more.
a world so full of fear… there is but one light
One of those seals held something so dangerous and so powerful, that the very presence of him would make one loose their sanity.
Duo Angelo was his name.
He was responsible for the murder of millions, the successful conquest of the entire world and the sealing of Saints.
A light in the form of two things.
Duo Angelo walked through the halls of the Tower of Salvation, doing his best to keep upright as the tower wobbled back and forth. He could barely walk, his legs felt so weak, his mind so groggy.
And as he exited the hall into an open room he felt something that made him cry out. His brother, Kain, had just taken his last breath before being sealed into Hellious
“NO!” Duo screamed, collapsing to his knees. He was unsure why he would cry for his enemy, why he would mourn the loss of the person that betrayed him.
”Do you remember what that is, Kain?” the young Duo asked his brother. Kain’s face lit up before responding, as if he was being tucked into bed by his mother.
“Faith and Prosperity.”
Duo gripped the ground before forcing himself back up. The hall led to a wide open room, the exit to the tower on the other side. It would have been a simple task on escaping now; however, there were creatures of all manner of evil between him and the exit.
Some were simply running for the exit while others took their pleasure in fighting each other. Proving who was the strongest amongst them, and when Duo had entered the room, they had all turned to look at him.
The most feared and powerful person in the land had just walked before them. And each one of those slimy, large and ugly creatures intended to take the head Duo.
They all roared before running right at Duo, he clenched his hand into a fist and growled. He wouldn’t be stuck in the tower as it collapsed, no, he would break free from this prison.
He ran straight towards the crowd.
”That light in the most purest form is the light of two brothers. Two brothers that could stop any darkness that stood before them.” The young Duo continued, his eyes were beginning to swell with tears. Telling the story seemed to rip open the wounds that were still healing.
The creatures never stood a chance, Duo’s hands cut through their bodies like a hot knife through butter. They tried to bite, clamp and cut him but none even landed a cut on Duo.
“ENOUGH!” Duo yelled, clenching his fist and causing a massive pulse to send all of the creatures back. The pulse was so powerful that the creatures closest to him were turned into dust.
He was so close to the door, so close to freedom that he desired so much. That’s when a creature so large and mighty put itself between Duo and the door.
“Where do you think you’re going, King of Allorum…?” It growled out, holding its hand tightly around a sword of fire, “You can’t run from the God of Fire.”
”We are those brothers, aren’t we?” Kain asked, his eyes widening as he watched his brother seemly suffer through the
story.
“…” Duo closed his eyes as the tower shook more and more violently. He clenched his fist before running right at the ‘God of Fire’.
“Taking me head on?” The creature scoffed, “What a fool-“
The God of Fire didn’t last a second; Duo’s eyes suddenly turned from being dead white and started to glow a dark blue. The God of Fire was cut in half, all without Duo even touching the creature.
The two halves fell apart while Duo ran under its legs and right towards the exit.
”Yes my brother…” Duo said, pulling Kain closer as a strong gust of cold air swept around them, “Yes we are.”
“Don’t cry, Duo,” Kain said, burying his head into Duo’s chest, “We’ll be fine. Faith and Prosperity.”
“Yes…”
Duo stepped out of the Tower of Salvation, making one quick glance back before leaping away. He landed a good distance away from the tower as it shook one last time before crumbling to the ground, he bit his lip before closing his eyes.
“Yes… I will finish what we weren’t meant to do… For Faith and Prosperity, brother.”
He turned around and closed his eyes, walking deep off into the forest.
From this day on Allorum will never be the same.
The days of the Fall have just begun.
“The Fall (Main Theme)” (0:00 through 3:20 only)
...The black waves roll...night descends over the black waves and washes over the sandy shore, it taints the brown sand to blacken mud and sweeps it away into the ocean. In darkness we see a large shadow in the moonlight, a set of spires that stood perfectly up and seemly stretched into the clouds. A figure, cloaked, watches these spires from afar – proud of his work...until he suddenly felt two presences form behind him. He turned and looked, two figures obscured by the shadows but with bright eyes stared at him.
The cloaked man turned his head, “I...wasn't expecting just you two.”
One of the two spoke back, “We know.”
The cloaked man turned to fully face them, the cloak shifting as his hands moved to two blades. “You dare...?”
One of the two spoke again, “We don't dare, we demand – we let you have free reign while you amused us, but now your time is up.”
The cloaked man shook with anger, drawing the two blades, “I WILL NOT BE A PAWN OF THE GODS!”
He rushed forward and the clashes of battle began, lights reflect from the blackened waters...but the lights do not reflect the battle of now, no they reflect battles of old...they reflect the decisive battle fought shortly ago...the battle that allowed a demon in disguise as a savior gain a literal and symbolic victory.
“Do it, look into my eyes and end this: save the world.”
Where thirteen idealistic warriors stood before the Demon-Savior and tried to show the world there was an option the Demon-Savior would not allow: freedom.
“SAVE THE WORLD ALREADY!”
“I can't! I can't sacrifice everyone I care about!”
“I can't! I can't sacrifice everyone I care about!”
But that freedom was quashed under the mighty boot of a force that freedom couldn't beat: power. They were gone...set asleep as an example, a rule, against all who would oppose him...
The cloaked man, who had gained so many victories within seconds...was suddenly in a position he never thought he would have to be: he was losing. He fought harder, magic spilling out in the form of destructive blasts and life-withering spells – but the two who opposed him were nothing he had faced before, they weren't necessarily strong or overpowering but they had something he was so used to crushing: confidence, willpower, and determination. No matter what he threw at them, these three fires he sensed in these two did not die or fade away.
...the waters know this...they reflect not only what has happened, but what is to come...the fires the Demon-Savior thought he doused would only be revived: in the form of a burning inferno.
"My brothers... we have been have freed, I am in the Crepusculum kingdom, come as fast as possible."
A blaze that did not cover and protect, but destroyed all they were to touch, with no dreams and no focus they became an uncontrollable force of death and destruction. But all was not loss...for the burning blaze would soon be extinguished by an idealistic force like them, warriors chosen from a woman who carry the burden of all faced off against the thirteen burning blazes...and reminded them all of something they once carried, and yet lost: the future....
“Everything comes to an end Kain, and we will be yours!”
The Cloaked man yelled as he fell to his stomach, trying to reach for one of his blades and watching helplessly as it was kicked away from him: two blades pointed at his back.
“You won't do it...you can destroy me but you cannot destroy my legacy!” the cloaked man spat at them, looking at the beautiful spires from across the water...funny...they looked smaller than they were a moment ago – in fact they were growing smaller each second. They were sinking...his legacy was sinking.
“Your legacy is dead.” one of the two spoke, keeping his blade trained on his neck. The cloaked man though growled, his eyes moving to stare at the one who spoke to him.
“Legacies don't die.”
...legacy...the waters knew of the danger of legacy and the forms it can take, a man who wanted to conquer all, or a man who wanted to destroy it all. One of the thirteen did not die, not completely, he hid...on the darkside of the moon and as the moon turned its harsh light to the world he followed in its shadow. He moved each piece, like a chess board, across the moonlight to ensure one absolute outcome: complete destruction, for it was the only way the world would be saved from the Demon-Savior.
“You can't save the world? You just gotta end it...like it should have been long ago.”
But legacy was also what put an end to his ambition, the legacy of the moon...and of the thirteen, who discovered a family he didn't want but had...
“Yes, neither can you.” one of the two spoke, “death is not fitting, those brave men and women you sealed...you will join them. Your fate will be sealed along with you legacy, Duo.”
Duo's eyes never stopped...never stopped their hatred, their fury burned even as the two cast a light over him. Not even when the Demon-Savior Duo felt all of his might constrict and his form go weak, even when the seas he loved so much faded from view and was replaced by a painful white. He did not scream, he did not merge into that whiteness in fear...just fury, absolute fury...it would burn red in the endless white...
...and he vanished, the two figures stood at the spot where the Demon-Savior – who had caused so much pain – vanish. They would know what would happen shortly, with the ruler gone power will slowly crumble: sure people will take his place but they don't have the power he had, it will fail, the world will be restored to its former state...and his rule will be all but forgotten over time...
...but the seas will never forget...and the seas know fury...
(End: The Fall (Main Theme))
----
Two Brothers...
A city so beautiful and vast lied on the coast of a small island outside Unda. Its brilliance and wealth like no other.
A city so wonderful… so great.
Its brilliance was probably the only thing keeping these two young boys from giving up on life, to be able to watch life flourish like this. Cuddled up together on a rooftop by a river that ran through the middle of the city.
“…What was that story that mother used to tell us…?”
The young boy asked the other while pulling more of the stained white blanket over him.
The other boy sat emotionless next to him, his one arm being used to pull the other closer while the other was attempting to keep the bitter cold night from taking his life.
“No, Kain,” he said simply, “I’m not repeating it.”
“P-Please Duo…” Kain pleaded, tears welling in his dark, demonic eyes, “Please tell it.”
Duo was silent for a moment, his eyes set on the people who walked below them. He scowled before closing his eyes and beginning to make a small humming sound within his throat.
----
In a world so dark…
The Tower of Salvation shook with a mighty rumble. With every slash and blow the tower cried out in pain.
and so emotionless
Roxa Sairen, Andy Jammer and the rest of the Heroes struck back at Grey, they were doing their best to stop the nuclear powered Saint from achieving the Saint’s plan.
But while brothers killed their own brothers and destruction beyond forgiveness was dealt, something else was happening.
With every dark blast, with every nuclear explosion, the thousands of seals that were held in the tower began to break free, allowing monsters of your worst fears to run loose once more.
a world so full of fear… there is but one light
One of those seals held something so dangerous and so powerful, that the very presence of him would make one loose their sanity.
Duo Angelo was his name.
He was responsible for the murder of millions, the successful conquest of the entire world and the sealing of Saints.
A light in the form of two things.
Duo Angelo walked through the halls of the Tower of Salvation, doing his best to keep upright as the tower wobbled back and forth. He could barely walk, his legs felt so weak, his mind so groggy.
And as he exited the hall into an open room he felt something that made him cry out. His brother, Kain, had just taken his last breath before being sealed into Hellious
“NO!” Duo screamed, collapsing to his knees. He was unsure why he would cry for his enemy, why he would mourn the loss of the person that betrayed him.
”Do you remember what that is, Kain?” the young Duo asked his brother. Kain’s face lit up before responding, as if he was being tucked into bed by his mother.
“Faith and Prosperity.”
Duo gripped the ground before forcing himself back up. The hall led to a wide open room, the exit to the tower on the other side. It would have been a simple task on escaping now; however, there were creatures of all manner of evil between him and the exit.
Some were simply running for the exit while others took their pleasure in fighting each other. Proving who was the strongest amongst them, and when Duo had entered the room, they had all turned to look at him.
The most feared and powerful person in the land had just walked before them. And each one of those slimy, large and ugly creatures intended to take the head Duo.
They all roared before running right at Duo, he clenched his hand into a fist and growled. He wouldn’t be stuck in the tower as it collapsed, no, he would break free from this prison.
He ran straight towards the crowd.
”That light in the most purest form is the light of two brothers. Two brothers that could stop any darkness that stood before them.” The young Duo continued, his eyes were beginning to swell with tears. Telling the story seemed to rip open the wounds that were still healing.
The creatures never stood a chance, Duo’s hands cut through their bodies like a hot knife through butter. They tried to bite, clamp and cut him but none even landed a cut on Duo.
“ENOUGH!” Duo yelled, clenching his fist and causing a massive pulse to send all of the creatures back. The pulse was so powerful that the creatures closest to him were turned into dust.
He was so close to the door, so close to freedom that he desired so much. That’s when a creature so large and mighty put itself between Duo and the door.
“Where do you think you’re going, King of Allorum…?” It growled out, holding its hand tightly around a sword of fire, “You can’t run from the God of Fire.”
”We are those brothers, aren’t we?” Kain asked, his eyes widening as he watched his brother seemly suffer through the
story.
“…” Duo closed his eyes as the tower shook more and more violently. He clenched his fist before running right at the ‘God of Fire’.
“Taking me head on?” The creature scoffed, “What a fool-“
The God of Fire didn’t last a second; Duo’s eyes suddenly turned from being dead white and started to glow a dark blue. The God of Fire was cut in half, all without Duo even touching the creature.
The two halves fell apart while Duo ran under its legs and right towards the exit.
”Yes my brother…” Duo said, pulling Kain closer as a strong gust of cold air swept around them, “Yes we are.”
“Don’t cry, Duo,” Kain said, burying his head into Duo’s chest, “We’ll be fine. Faith and Prosperity.”
“Yes…”
Duo stepped out of the Tower of Salvation, making one quick glance back before leaping away. He landed a good distance away from the tower as it shook one last time before crumbling to the ground, he bit his lip before closing his eyes.
“Yes… I will finish what we weren’t meant to do… For Faith and Prosperity, brother.”
He turned around and closed his eyes, walking deep off into the forest.
From this day on Allorum will never be the same.
The days of the Fall have just begun.
Mark and Micheal Fri present...
Saints II: The Fall.