The Reign of the Tyrant King: History in Shadows [RP]

Long ago there was a Castle, and within that Castle, was a King. But he wasn't just any King. He was made up of the purest of evils, and the more tainted of magics, and Shadows, ever to have existed. The Castle itself was fully shrouded in his energy, which was so thick, it practically polluted anything that it came into contact with. It was said, that after living within his Kingdom for a time, if the King's people were to leave it, or step out of the mist, they would receive far too much oxygen to their lungs and possibly die. Humans were always the most susceptible....

Above the Castle of Proper Oblivion (as the King called his Kingdom), was a glowing bird of rage and power. The being had been tainted, tormented, and had been subjected to it's strange "sleep mode", causing it to do nothing other than glide over the city in circles, in deep slumber. The being was worshiped by the entire city, which had been comprised of other fallen Kingdoms. It was no secret that the Tyrannical King had a habit of collecting things, and his Kingdom here - was no exception. Creatures and beings from all walks of life and death existed here - for better and for worse. Enemies were forced to co-exist, and friends were forced to pray to the elder Godz, that they would not be killed in the Tyrant's rages and wars. It was well-known that the King was on a rampage, conquering anything that dared to cross his path.

The King of Oblivion sat deep within the heart of the Castle. He rarely left his Throne of Death, but if he did alarm surely rose. For the most of his existence he sat there, the energies and powerful black magics flowing out of his Onyx Crown and into him. And then the energies from the Throne of Death, doing the same, and making a devious connection deep within the Sinner. The King had a number of servants that existed within the Castle, and within the Kingdom. He taught them well, and even raised a few of them, and forced them to carry out his bidding so that he could continue doing as he wished. He was pronounced the laziest Tyrant to have ever been alive, but life for that King, meant so much more than what the people knew. For each moment that passed that he were lazy, new knowledge was attained.

Now how could someone, dare to challenge one - who is so smart, that he could practically control the world? The answer was simple. No one could. The King had the knowledge and the power equal to that of Godz. When a God got out of line he smite it, if not chained it down under his Castle. Fear set in to his people and his followers, but a las the King remained there free from harm regardless of just how much people hated him as well. Rebellions were custom, but it didn't mean that they would escape with their lives...

High above the kingdom sat a man floating in the middle of the air no discernible flight mechanism just for the most part casually floating about in empty space. If one were to look up they might see him but most likely they would not for those on the ground were afraid to look up just as those who are up high are afraid to look down. If one would pay closer attention to the air around him it seemed to shimmer and flex almost as if it was moving. Reality it's self seemed to be warping around him as it became convoluted and distorted from its place, leaves and birds caught within it morphed and became odd and the wind around him stopped but as soon as they left the shimmering air they returned back to normal. Living, breathing chaos was what this creature was to describe him for better or worse. For now though the people below did not have to worry about this specter for all he was doing was watching and waiting and when the time would come he would show himself.

Alone, in the in-closed area of her bedroom, was a hybrid that had been loved by so many, for so long. And for so long, many had wondered - how she could remain married to such a Tyrant King. But the hybrid was loyal, and had refused to divorce him. Her lost love had turned to the side of Light, and she was forever bound to the King of Proper Oblivion.

It's morning now, but it doesn't matter... the darkness makes it look like it's almost midnight... A female thought to herself. Even in her own mind, her voice, was but a whisper. A sad, and distorted whisper, that always ended with a slight howl of pain.

Raphiella Azure, known as Blu (or "Blue") for so long, fingered her long blue hair as she hummed to herself so weakly. She was ill, and had remained so for a time now. Doing not much more than being bed-ridden with the plague of agony, she was often found in her room, if not wandering aimlessly through the Castle. She slowly slid out of the bed, and got up and wandered over to a window that overlooked the city itself. Such pain, and suffering, and terror - were all that she felt with living there. Her people, were damaged, distorted, or destroyed, in the wake of the evil King. For so long she wished she'd have done better by them, but a las, she could do nothing no more other than whisper to her King and pray he hear her out...

One of the Angels of Oblivion landed just outside the Castle, and sat atop it alone. His name was Christopher, but sometimes by the other captive Angels, he was called Rupel, which was his true Angelic name before he was imprisoned.

The region used to be that of Truth and Virtue, a land of purity and beauty. Now it was dominated and ravaged into dust and turned into a hideous land of evil and tyranny. The only thing keeping him sane, was the fact that his twin brother lived around him, and he was actually in love with such a Tyrant. That, and the Tyrant's "God", or the Queen of Oblivion, was more than affectionate with him as well. So for him, other than seeing terrible things, his life, wasn't truly that bad.

The Angel remained there alone, awaiting his brother. They were going to have a meeting about some of the Black Knights that had been lingering about the city causing more trouble than they were worth. Despite the King being evil and killing everyone that came into contact with his Kingdom, he didn't allow anyone to fuck with his people if not he himself. The last two living Long-Wings, both Chris and his twin older brother Salvation, were more than responsible for watching over the Kingdom aside from the blazing God of RA.

"My brother, all alone out in this disastrous Kingdom..."

Salvation's voice was always like or equal to, that of shards of glass slicing into your flesh. He just had that hiss, that tone, and that disgustingly disturbing look in his eye whenever he came into contact with anyone, even his own brother. The devious Angel that was more pure than his lovely brother, only landed before him and strode over to where Christopher was sitting. He lent the other a hand and pulled him to his feet, so that his gaze could meet his brother's.

"Christopher what bothers you? My brother we've talked about this. Being sad getting no one anywhere, and this is now a way of life. Our King will not be pleased if you're so down. It will harm the people more if he's enraged or worried of your sadness." Salvation hissed and reached up to touch his twin's face. His flesh was soft, and rather peeked in color. His ran his clawed hand over the boy's face, and gently placed his finger beneath the other's chin, lifting his face so that their eyes were glowing into one another's. Though his brother's life wasn't terrible, he was pained with the suffering of everyone that thrived on in the Kingdom.

Sal only studied his brother for a moment longer, 'twas all he needed really. He smirked and lightly pressed his lips to the side of his Angelic's twin's face, and whispered something to the other in a language that only they seemed to understand. When the hair on the boy's neck stood up, and when his eyes went wide, Sal only smirked, and kissed him lightly, before stepping back and flaring out his massive light-blue wings.

"We have people to kill Christopher, come with me, and let the hunt begin."

Rolling around, deep in the pits of the underrealm, was WREX. And such a proper Reversed God Mutt was this being.... NOT!

The area around him only smelled of wet dog as he got to his four ugly claws and stretched. His long black tail whipped back and fourth, as a massive flame just seemed to ignite atop his head. The massive rack on either side of his head, were made of pure bone, and resembled antlers of some sort. The energy that wavered on between those horns per say, was enough to level a small town just by the movement of his head or eyes. Snarling and shaking his large body, the demonic mutt decided to take a stroll of sorts.

WREX was not the friendly kind, far from it in fact. The only people he respected, were the most terrifying beings to have ever walked the lair, other than himself. Casually, he headed down a massive open passage, the flames atop his head lighting the way for him. With a snort and a flick of his long tail, he marched through it, headed for the above-ground where he knew the Tyrant King to be.

WREX had a bone to pick with that asshole.

"Well, I should probably clean up this mess.... wait wait, who would do that? I have Knights, Black Knights... at my ...service..." A twisted voice echoed through the corridors as a little child came skipping through passing several deviants in black clad armor.

The Black Knights tensed up as she walked by. When it was safe, and her back was turned, and she was clearly at least 500 paces away... they moved along the walls together, grabbing their torches, headed towards where she'd come from. She had surely made an incredible mess of ....someone. Or something. But this was normal for her, and normal for them - so they just moved about without questioning the creature or her motives.

Moving down another hall, she found a passage where a large beast stood with a flame burning between his antlers. Licking the blade of her knife, the demonic child wandered over to him, and stopped just before him. They were about the same height, with the massive wolf-mutt looking ten times more threatening then her. Unfortunately for anyone viewing them, this was far from the case.

"My WREX I have missed you." LY said, handing him a large organ that was originally hanging from her shoulders. She fed it to the large beast and patted his head. "Are you going to the surface? I shall join you surely." She said with a smirk. Without any hesitation, she climbed onto the mutt's back, and kicked him in the sides ready to move out.

WREX served LY for a long time. He would serve no one else.

In the Castle of Death, there was a male with long white hair and his eyes were a brilliant goldish color. His arms were crossed in his sleeves. He was out and about, wondering around the castle, thinking to himself as he normally would. This male was and titled as, Melvin's Demon Mutt, but the name wasn't much of a concern to the male. The male thought about a lot of things that concerned him, like why he was there and why Melvin choose him, but he then stops to think of all the things that happened to see somewhat why. The male, named Sesshomaru, was just about to head to his room, but he stopped to hear something, He looked around and shrugged as he headed back toward his room to take a rest before his king needs the mutt to do anything.

Sesshomaru is about as tall as the Kings Angel, he showed hardly to no emotion to anyone unless he was close to them, but that was rare. Sesshomaru would also carry two swords, these swords are different. One was a sword that will heal as the other sword, the one he uses a hell of a lot, would destroy any demon in it's path. Not only Sesshomaru uses his swords, but before he does, he would use his Toxic Luster Claw or his Poison Whip to weaken the demons that he was told to kill. Mainly the reason the king has Sesshomaru is because he has immunity to diseases, poisons, and gases and the mutt has a super endurance to pain. Sesshomaru is also very fast and his super reflexes.

Nikki Vaampira was a bitch of a woman that can careless about anything. This female was a servant of the King of course. She made companions with Sesshomaru, surprisingly and well, she couldn't stay that much away from him. Nikki was a carefree girl that is bitchy, of course. She was always pulling pranks on others as her way of having fun. The girl always likes to torture souls that were brought there and she would always laugh at their pain. The female was a vampire, so she has piercing red eyes and short black hair. Her nails were long and sharp, sharp enough to slice off any beings limb. The female also likes blood, so she will also feed on a few useless fools that can't do what they are told. The female would do anything to get blood, even if it involves tricking them. Tricking others were her strong suit because she was very good. She was about 5'5" and she was slim. The girl was paled skinned and she had sharp ass fangs. When she would smirk, she would show them to scare any worthless being. To her, anything that was below the king and the main ones who served him, she thought was useless.

Somewhere in The Kingdom of Proper Oblivion, a Pink haired female was humming softly to herself as he fluffy tail swayed with every bounce. The female's name is Pinkamena, or Pink for short. She was a happy go lucky girl and would always try to entertain everyone if she can. The girl was smiling for no reason at all as she bounced around, without a sense of direction. She never really knew where she is going half the time, but she goes wherever her legs can take her. This girl was no ordinary girl because she is two different species, as in a Fox demon/pokemon shifter. She has a fox form, a human, and a pokemon form. The pokemon she is, is a Dragonair, a Shiny Dragonair, rarest of its kind. The fox she is, is also the rarest of its kind. Pink would go around and look at everything, humming and singing softly to herself as she watched the beings around. Of course, the job she had was a little unknown to her, but all she knows is that she tries to make others happy, then goes on her way becoming invisible until needed again.