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Demar, lydia, Aerulas, Daskerus, Cabadath, Garian, Crimson and Claire- Your group stands before an enormous throne; adorned with roses and all sorts of other beautiful flowers, but you see thorns coming through them as well. The air is heavy of sweet scents, but with a little sick twist. The throne room you find yourself in looked like a huge, poorly lit space, filled with uncountable black marble pillars and a spotless black marble floor adorned by a single, beautifully engraved red carpet leading to the throne. On either side of the wide carpet an honor guard was stationed, wearing beautifully engraved black armor and wearing a tear-like shield and a spear at least twice the length of the already rather statuesque figures. The marble has small blue veins where you had imagined the veins of iron or some other metal would be. The throne, the scent and the hall all had an aura of sadness about them. The figure before you is hard to describe, but the term Exquisite would fit the best. A woman, ageless but with the wisdom of eras shining brightly in her eyes sat on the throne. Her chin rested on her silk-clad hand, and she emitted a rather strong sense of sadness as well. She beckons you closer with her other hand, and smiles vaguely at you.
“Greetings, fresh souls. My name is Sratania, but you can call me Satan if that is what you prefer. You have recently passed away, and are found to have indulged yourself in the true ways of living; namely enjoying every moment like it is your last. This is the true way, my way, and thus you have been summoned here. You are on the planes of heaven, and you are here because of the task you have to fulfill. God and i are locked in an endless conflict, and I need your help to conquer God’s angels and secure victory in my name. You are allowed to do this in any ways necessary.
Now, I would like you to know a couple of basic things necessary for your survival. Firstly, together you demons will form a war-party. Your sole objective is to capture as many angels as you can, while sustaining minimal losses yourselves. Your captain, the one in control of your party, is named Elzagriel.” She stated, while waving vaguely in the direction of the tall, blonde female amidst you. The woman nods, and presses her fist against her chest in a sign of loyalty. “She is your commander, and you will listen to her. She is the one I will supply Nectar to, the food needed to survive on these planes. Whenever you capture an angel she will let me know, and I will supply you with surplus Nectar. Should you eat enough of this heaven’s food, you will grow stronger and better suited for your tasks; so I recommend you stick to your captain for this purpose as well as capturing as many angels as you can. Well, that’s all really, the rest you will learn soon enough. Now, just go out there and make me proud.”
The tall woman called Elzagriel bows slightly, before turning around on her heels. She walks away from the throne on the carpet, ignoring the guards on either side. “Let’s go, demons, don’t make Satan wait” She calls without looking back. Clearly you are expected to follow you captain out of this place, for you see Satan nod in approval.
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Morgana, Samael + You and a couple of others stand in front of an enormous throne; adorned with incredible amounts of all gems, as well as small figures equipped with swords and other weapons. The air is heavy with sweat and eagerness, but with a small hint of obsession. The throne room you find yourself in is more appropriate for a war counsel then anything. The room was overly well-lit, filled with uncountable white marble pillars and a spotless white marble floor adorned b a single, beautifully engraved golden carpet leading towards the throne. On either side of the wide carpet a sandy training field could be found, both of them occupying four angels fighting with one another. A honor guard was stationed in front of the throne on either side, wearing beautifully engraved white golden armor and wearing a halo-like shield and a spear at least three times the length of the already rather statuesque figures. The marble of the room has small silver and golden veins where you had imagined the veins of iron or some other metal would be. The throne, the air and the room all had an aura of fanatic determination about them. The figure before you is hard to describe, but the term Stern would fit the best. A man, ageless but with the wisdom of eras shining brightly from his face sat on the throne. His chin rested on his silk-clad hand, and he emitted an even stronger sense of determination, as well as a hint of madness. He beckoned you closer with his other hand, and frowned vaguely at you.
“Greetings, fresh souls. My name is Nereus, but you will address me as ‘God’. You have recently passed away, and are found to have lived a rather straightforward life in defending my rules and beliefs; and killed enough atheists to be deemed worthy, and thus you have been summoned here. You are on the planes of heaven, and you are here because of the task you have to fulfill. Me and Satan are locked in an seemingly endless conflict, and I need your help to conquer Satan’s demons and take her stronghold in my name. You are allowed to do this in any ways necessary, as long as you abide the code.
Now, I will tell you a couple of basic things to be of use to me. Firstly, you operate with a single companion. You are about three times as strong as any demon you might encounter, so dispatching them should prove easy enough. I will provide you with a pouch with enough Nectar, the food needed to survive on these planes for a couple of weeks, before you will need to return here to get more as well as getting briefed. Should you eat enough of this heaven’s food, you will grow stronger and better suited to take down any demons you will encounter. Whenever you have slain your quota of demons or when you have taken key positions you can send one of your Lackeys to me for more Nectar. These Lackeys you will have to obtain yourself, by converting demons. Well, that’s about it; the rest you will learn soon enough out in the field. Now go out there and make me proud.”
The honor guards saluted and pointed to the opposite of the throne, probably to where the exit door was. You and the others take this as a hint of some sort, and take it you are expected to take your leave after you noticed God frowning in impatience.