Barak, who was reading the thoughts of Squintz at all times, despite what Squintz had said, heard what his former host was thinking about. "Yeah...I sure was ruthless back then..."
"Shut up." Squintz had a glare on his face that said a LOT more than 'shut up' to Barak, but Barak ignored this too.
"You really tried to hurt yourself. For really no reason. I mean, you fought honourably, just like a Paladin would."
"Paladins don't fall prey to emotion..." Squintz looked down dejectedly. "Paladins must maintain focus, and not let emotions cloud their hearts."
"That's not paladinship. That's something closer to a necromancer. A Paladin is such a good person BECAUSE they are empathetic, and they WELCOME emotions." Barak stood, and flapped his wings. "Hmm...If only Mithra was here, he'd tell you a thing or two..."
"Mithra?"
"Yes, Mithra." Barak looked at Squintz, as if to ask, "you don't know about Mithra?" He looked at the sword, and continued. "Mithra was an archangel. Him and me were pretty good buddies back when I wasn't fallen and everything. Well, I guess we're still along the same terms..but a lot of stuff has changed. Anyway, Mithra devoted himself to the pursuit of justice, and he had the means to do it. There was only one real problem. Mithra couldn't manifest himself here, in this plane, instead being stuck on the Holy plane. So, he was content to help out those who were like him." Barak looked at Squintz, then laughed.
"...what? What is so funny?" Squintz looked just about as confused as possible.
"The funny thing is that YOU were one of the people he helped! Think about it...there's no coincidence that you named your spell 'Justice.' Yeah, sure, you were the one that gave it the name, but Mithra kind of bumped you along. You, Squintz, are Mithra's first paladin, you've just never realized it."
Squintz was speechless. He just kind of stared while Barak continued.
"You've seen him before, in your dreams. You know, don't try to refute me. Mithra is the Judge. Sure, he does get a bit fanatical at times, but he is just like you."
Squintz finally mustered up the intelligence to speak. "...but...what...Malachias...how?"
Barak sighed. He would have to explain how Malachias was destroyed.
(author's note: I'm expanding what happened in that chat RP, so I hope I don't OOC the characters in it TOO much...)
Malachias roared. He was in his demonic form, which he had broken the seal on because of his sword. Having sustained wounds that he did not expect to feel, he decided to step it up. He would not fail. However, he knew that even if he did, there would be others. Malachias was but the first. But he wanted to be the last. Raising his hands, and chanelling the energy for the paralysis spell. The fighters were left unconcious, and were rendered helpless as Malachias raised his sword, ready to land the killing blow...
"NO!" A small, misshapen figure appeared on the horizon. Barak, the Barbazu demon, stood. He walked briskly toward Malachias, knowing full well he would not beat him. No...he needed the others to help him. And he knew that the one way to release them was to sacrifice all of the power that he had been granted...the power he had earned since he became a demon. He felt the energy leave him, flow into the others. He shrunk, and his form took that of a tall humanoid with red skin. His crimson eyes looked at his former Master, and he unfurled his black-feathered wings. Barak Sentia, Fallen Angel, was now almost powerless, since he gave most of it to break the spell on his allies. But he remained confident. "This time...I will not lose. Even if it takes my power."
Daien, the elven elementalist, looked around, then at his hands. "What is going on?" he asked.
Captain Pervy laughed. He had said before that Barak would fight with them, and he was vindicated. "Right! Like I was saying!"
Barak nodded, raising his staff. "This time, I fight WITH you."
Battle was joined again. While Reako Somner and Pervy discussed tactics through telepathy, and Kamos and Hakaril prepped spells, and Aya and Daien focused their minds for another devastating spell, Barak hit a button on his staff, causing the blade set in it to pop out.
After much more battling, the time had come.
The crystal infused with the proper spell began to glow, shedding its light silently. Hakaril, the one who was holding it at the time, held it in the air, preparing to harness the energy within...Barak shouted. "MITHRA! HEAR MY PLEA!"
Then the crystal shattered.
Well, that probably was the LAST thing anyone was expecting, even Barak himself, who had MADE it. "Oh, @#%$!" Hakaril said. Then, to cover himself, "IT'S NOT MY FAULT! I SWEAR!"
"Give it a second..." Barak wasn't giving up yet.
"So, this means we're going to kick his ass normally, right?" Kamos was becoming impatient.
"Right! We'll just have to do this th' hard way!" Pervy grinned.
Barak, who seemed to be focusing on something, opened his eyes. "NOW!"
A bright flash appeared in the air, near where they were standing. A booming voice roared. "MALACHIAS!"
The others looked about. Hakaril stated, "It sounds like the voice of God or something..."
Pervy further gloated, saying, "Sounds like yer daddy's callin'!"
Their talk was interrupted with a white winged angel flapping down onto the ground. He wore a large helmet, one that covered his eyes. 8 magnificent wings flowed from his back, 2 of which were very large. He held a staff in his right hand, and wore armor. Mithra, the Judge, had arrived.
"Malachias...I have been called..." He looked around for a second, then spoke again. "Hmm..I sense two demons here...but one isn't powerful enough to do anything."
Barak, who was the second demon, shouted. "HEY!"
"But YOU!" Mithra continued, "..are a menace to existance itself. Your very presence corrupts and blackens the souls of all who come into contact with you. So, Malachias..." Mithra rose into the air, and began to glow, "For your crimes agains existance, I sentence you to death."
Malachias roared. "NO!"
Mithra ignored that, and raised his hands. "So sayeth Mithra, The Judge. Malachias. Your judgment is guilty. Burn forever in eternal torment!"
Malachias would have screamed again, but he never had the chance. The energy that the Judge exerted was of a level most had never seen before, and not even the Pit Lord himself could handle it. He was gone, not even a speck remained of him.
Everything except the sword. The Sword of Malachias buried itself in the ground, and was immovable. Not even SPELLS would free it. And so it stood...the reminder of what happened that day...
The others had decided to celebrate, and they probably were still at the Jade Dragon. They deserved it, Barak thought. They deserved it.
"So...why couldn't Mithra have come here himself?" Squintz had sat through that entire story, and of course had questions.
"Because Malachias sealed the Holy Plane. Magic could flow through it, but beings couldn't exit. That's why I cast that spell on the crystal. Mithra used it as a focal point, so that he could slowly unmake what Malachias had done. When Malachias was weak, Mithra broke the seal, and lit up the crystal to alert me. Then, he arrived."
"Yes, that's pretty much it." A booming voice rang out. Barak and Squintz looked to the directon of the voice. A helmet covered most of the face, and the armor gleamed in the sun. the 8 wings were folded behind his back. Mithra, the God of Justice and Judgment, stood before them.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/usquintzaltec.showPublicProfile?language=EN>Squintz] at: 10/5/02 2:20:33 pm