Second Trial, Second Match Who: Metatron, Sandalphon, Maria and Sal When: 3 PM, 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. What will be the consequences of the second match? Lucifer is pretty confident about this one!
The birds in the trees chirped and the breeze was fairly cool despite the warm day. Lucifer stood near Maria and Sal looking very, very annoyed just outside of the massive arena. 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 waited as Lucifer stepped forward and reached his hand out towards the arena. His fingers met something invisible and solid. Veins of dark mist seemed to show in his hand, darker and darker until they shot out to encircle the arena in unreadable symbols that oozed slightly, like blood. They faded quickly, leaving only a faint, thin oozing line of symbols at waist height. Unlike Metatron's ring of circles, this one looked a lot more foreboding. However, the participants of the trial would be able to pass through it as if it wasn't there.
The arena was ready.
Metatron's wings were still out since the first trial and he stretched them out for a moment before glancing at Lucifer. Deciding that it was better to be less imposing, he folded them behind him and merely offered Maria a reassuring smile. "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, especially if there might be any troublesome injuries. 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. "Well, it's fairly obvious how this will turn out," he gave Maria a dismissive glance. "Since one of you might need reminding - fight hard and show what you're made of. This is a trial of strength. 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.
[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.
I know the post is fairly similar to the earlier one, but the experiences will be pretty uniform for the "hi, welcome" bits. xD]