Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151020010834

''Light shone from what appears to be from afar distance down an elongated dark passageway. What seemed like a faraway entity suddenly zoomed up close to the viewers face. Then the light partially faded as it focused itself into what appears to be a room. The gothic style construction gives away the impression that they are in a castle or royal palace of some sort. ''

''There in the center of the mass were two individuals, whom were female, one had wings that were whiter than snow, and one had horns and wings that had a red aura emitting from the parts of the female individual, it was clear that this was a battle between heaven and hell itself, but the Demon, the succubus to be precise, was in a bid. She was weakened, cut marks and bruises litter her body and face. Whilst the angel, stood firm with not even a scratch on her. She lifted her brightened sword high in the air and pointed the tip right at her weakened self''

   “Fourth daughter of my nemesis, you shall be faced with your judgement!” The arborous voice shouted from the angelic warrior, her sword lighting up in a holy demeanor.

“You may kill me now Chief God, but my mother will slay you and your pathetic “Order” will be demolished, ending your reign of tyranny!” The Demon Princess shot back.

''“Kill you? It seems you have taken me as a demented individual, you will serve a mortal lifetime with these so called, “Tyrants” The angel warrior said as a bright light shone down upon the Demon Princess. Her body suddenly locked, and she could not control her muscles, she was then met with a bright white light that shot out of the tip of the angel’s sword.''

Chapter 1 – New Beginnings

A scream pierced the silence of the nocturnal as Druella shot up from her bed panting in panic and fear.

‘What in the Chief God’s dream was that?’

             Druella then brushed it off as a simple silly nightmare and drifted back off to sleep. Several hours later and the morning suns gaze pierced through Druella’s window and shined in her eyes. Her eyelids slowly opened and began to adjust to the sudden light. She got up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and groggily walked over to her mirror. As she got close to the mirror, from her reflection, she was a human woman with surprisingly natural white hair that lengthened down to her bottom. Her eyes were arctic blue, the look of pure beauty and that of a kind heart. Her skin resembled that of a Caucasian, and her age looked of that as a woman in her early 20’s.

             She picked up her brush off of her dresser and combed her long elegant hair, flattening down any sticking out strands. She laid the brush down and finished it off by creating a bun in the back of her head by using her hair stick that had Holy symbolism on it and the bun remained in place. She then walked over to her wardrobe and opened the oak wood doors which produced a slight squeaking noise. In it were rows upon rows of dresses, though what seemed like forever, she skimmed through them all, many representing those for special events, such as one for dances, outdoors, parties, church, and the last one, a white one, for outdoor summer activities.

She then picked up her personal favorite, it was her mother’s; it was hand made by her, tailored the way she wanted, holy symbolism marked every corner of the dress, she slipped it on and smiled, for she remembered how special this dress was and fitted her perfectly to this day. The sky blue silk dress had finished her complications as well as the white sleeves. As soon as she was done dressing, she then walked over to her dresser and reached out to a jewel encrusted gold colored box. She opened it and revealed an amethyst/silver holy necklace. She unhooked it and wrapped it around her neck, and with a click, the necklace was secured onto her. One final adjustment to insure the cross was right in the center of her chest.

As she looked into the mirror and complimented herself, she thought about that dream.

‘That certainly was a strange dream, just who was that voice? Who was that threatening the voice? Hmm, I shouldn’t worry, tis nothing but a dream, like everyone else has, well…’

               She walked towards the door and griped the metallic handle, all while activating the small lever, releasing the mechanism, allowing her to walk into the halls of the castle, outside into the decorated hallway. All over the walls were Order Banners, and portraits of her father, mother, and herself. She looked at her portrait in specific, as she observed, she was only drawn to where my upper body and face is visible. She wore her royal attire and her diamond encrusted tiara, all while holding an imperial orb with a Holy Cross sticking from it and her other hand holding the royal family staff. On the bottom of the portrait was her official full name that was engraved within the gold metallic frame.

-- Princess Druella, Princess of the Holy Order Empire—

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