Metatron (heaven_within) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-06-05 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | balam, lucifer, metatron, mitchell, rating: pg, sandalphon, setting: tournament arena, trial of strength, trial two, trials |
Second Trial, First Match
Who: Metatron, Sandalphon, Balam and Mitch
When: 10 AM, June 5th.
Where: A mysterious arena far from the usually travelled regions in the realm.
Rating: PG, may go up.
Warnings: Fighting.
Summary: Lucifer and Metatron send their representatives on their way. The walk is hazy and disjointed, as if the path to the place refuses to be remembered. Upon their arrival, they know a battle is to take place. Who will win? Balam...or Mitch? What will be the consequences of this fight?
The birds in the trees chirped and the breeze was fairly cool despite the warm day. Metatron had left Mitch and Balam standing just outside of the massive arena. Lucifer stared pointedly at Balam. Sandalphon stood not far off. The arena was a massive slab of stone with a thousand strange engravings and symbols on it. Grass simply stopped growing an inch away from the stone as if nature was not permitted to get closer. A bird flew around the arena instead of over it. Something about it almost felt like Emptiness. Was it, too, frozen and pristine in one eternal moment?
Metatron offered his sister a brave smile before he touched his hand to the air above the arena. His fingers met something invisible and solid. Veins of light seemed to glow in his hand, brighter and brighter until they shot out to encircle the arena in unreadable symbols. They faded quickly, leaving only a faint, thin glowing line of symbols at waist height. The participants of the trial would be able to pass through it as if it wasn't there.
The arena was ready.
Taking in a deep breath, Metatron's wings flowed out of his back and spread out as his arms did, his eyes on Balam and Mitch. "Welcome to the arena, participants of the second trial. I hope that you both do your best. But I am not here to explain the rules...Sandalphon will be the judge and jury of this match. Lucifer and I are here to watch over you and take you home at the end, whatever happens. Deus vel Diabolus, fortuna mos sumo, permissum verus rector orior oriri ortus ingravesco primoris quod denique sator. Permissum nemo exsisto vulnero proprius, quod haud animus occisor."
Lucifer glowered at the two participants before his expression morphed into a smirk. "May the better, more experienced man win," he said deliberately. "Fight hard and show what you're made of. This is a trial of strength, after all. Deus vel Diabolus, chaos mos sumo, permissum Diabolus lucror quod incompositus exsisto ut morbus mos emanio quod torqueo interficio nos totus." The echoing latin words had been said once before, at the opening ceremony of the first trial. Lucifer gestured towards Sandalphon as if permitting her to speak now. Metatron glanced at him disapprovingly.
[ooc: The latin spoken by Metatron roughly translates to "God or Satan, fate will decide, allow the true leader to rise and become the first and last creator. Let no one be marred permanently, and no soul murdered." The latin spoken by Lucifer roughly translates to "God or Satan, chaos will choose, let Satan win and disorder be unleashed so that disease will spread and torment murder us all." Please forgive my rough, terrible Latin.]