Friday, 26 June 2009

Cassiel Hallow: Falling in love or just plain fallen?

And so it came to pass that Cassiel Hallow was made mortal and tasked with fathering the first of ten and the tenth would bring the light. He would raise an heir, a son or daughter which would bare the trait of good.

Cassiel Hallow stared forlornly at the sky above him. No voice rang out in his head anymore, a gospel call to action. He would have to find his own way. The mortal form was accomodating and Cassiel suddenly had the urge to eat Key Lime pie and listen to electronica. The mortal's wallet contained little money but possessions were of little interest to Cassiel.

His task weighed heavy on him. How to go about fathering the first heir? Pick a woman, any woman seemed like a very unvirtuous way to go. What should he do? Wait to fall in love? Such a small human emotion. Once again Cassiel listened for help but there was only silence.
Employment! That's the way forward! Cassiel's whole existence had been about his work. Becoming involved with those around him would give him purpose. The logical choice, working to protect and serve. Within 2 days Cassiel found promotion coming thick and fast.
And the voice of authority he so longed for returned. His boss, Justine was a constant accompanyment via his mobile, giving him orders and nuturing his insationable need for direction. Suprisingly to Cassiel she also began to provide him with something else he needed. Such a smart, good person who knew her own way and valued her own time alone. Cassiel felt such affinity with this mortal and longed to be with her more and more.
They ventured out into Sunset Valley together, to the beach and the glen. After one particularly passionate chess match, which made the game in The Thomas Crown Affair look like drunken tiddlywinks, Cassiel reached out and touched her cheek, fixed her with his yellow eyes and they were both lost to love.
Cassiel was in rapture! To be able to complete his mission with someone he loved and without betraying his purity was a miracle. And then Justin told him about Marty.
Her husband. Father to her child, Elliott.
Cassiel was in such crisis! He held the families future in his hands. Something slipped from his grasp as he asked her, “Break up with him”. Justine complied and Cassiel fell a little.
The next few days were full of moving in and laughter tinged with regret. There shared guilt led them to one night of passion and as the hearts fell a choir sang of the coming birth.
Cassiel threw himself into his work to support his expectant wife. Justine became strangely drawn to painting throughout the day and her pictures felt alive, protents of the what was to come. Who was this strange white figure surrounded by coloured light? She absentmindedly stroked her growing bump and realised the answer.

One day she awoke from a ferocious dream, all heat and darkness and a whispered threat “He will now allow the unborn to become born”. Something so opposite to Cassiel was threatening their baby! In alarm she noticed that the smell of burning from her dream persisted and noticed the house was on fire!! Justine valiently leapt to her feet with new strength to fight the fire, filled from within with strength. The fire moved closer and closer to her, inches away. As it was about to envelop her a firefighter came from nowhere to assist and doused the flames, grumbled at her and ran into the day!

Who set the fire? Was it Marty, her ex husband? Or something worse? No time to contemplate. The baby was coming!

Twins were born that day. No heir was chosen, Cassiel's mission forgotten as he looked at the smiling faces of Ariel and Ambriel, his twin daughters. Both carried the trait of his angelic line, that of goodness. Ariel looked at Ambriel and reahed out to her and smiled at her parents which suggested she would be a good friend in the future. Even Ambriels crying was heavenly music to her parents ears, a gifted muscian no doubt.

What lies in the twins future and in whose hands does it rest?

Gremory Scorn: One's Scorn Every Minute

And so it came to pass that Gremory Scorn was made mortal and tasked with fathering the first of ten and the tenth would bring the end. He would raise a great patriachy of male heirs and each would bare the trait of evil.

Gremory stretched in his new form. He detected a love of lobster, classical music and the colour black lingering from the host. All business and keen to shed the meat sack sim he had been crammed into he headed for a Temple of narcassism and self love – the gym. Around him, many female sims preened and pranced and Gremory began to move among them. However, his chat up lines delivered in a voice that could crush gravel seemed to frighten many of the female sims. Apparently 'do you want to be plump with my seed' and 'What do you think of The Devourer if it's a boy?' are not winning chat up lines.
And then he found Erin. Whispering in his arcane tongue Gremory promised Erin knowledge, power and treasure and she was enthralled. 'Later, vessel' and Gremory waltzed off giving Erin once last lingering look. Hook, line and sinker.

The gym filled Gremory with much amusement at the mortal sims falling off their treadmills but didn't quite touch him in his 'special place'. Fortunately (for Gremory) the partner of one of the females who had rejected Gremory headed into the bathroom area. Remove a rival for a female and partake in some old fashioned voilence? Yes please. Waiting in a nearby stall Gremory clicked his new mortal knuckles. And then he was upon the young man, striking him in the face. Who knew striking out with mortal hands could feel SO GOOD?! But before landing the final blow Gremory was filled with knowledge. This man, VJ, had the evil trait to! Bwahahah! In exchange for his life VJ pledged himself to his attacker to be called upon to grant him one dispicable favour.

That night Erin came to him. Gremory had spent the cash he had found in the mortal forms wallet on a double bed, appropriate lighting and a spookily marked doorway. Against Erin's better judgement she was seduced by Gremory. After one day on the mortal plain Gremory had seduced and impregnated a vessel! That's worth a promotion and a corner office in hell for sure!

In the dawn of the next day Gremory looked at Erin sleeping next to him and decided that putting all his victims in one steaming hot pot was never his style and headed back to the gym to eat, rinse off the pretty love hearts from the night before and seduce another vessel. Gremory had become very good at saying the right thing and avoiding using words like 'spawn' to the ladies. Within miinutes a mortal sim named Sunny was in his arms and ready to give herself to him completely. That night Gremory, the satanic love machine, lay with Sunny and another female of Sunset Valley was pregnant.

Indulging himself in his need for the illicit Gremory offered his services to the criminal employment track ruled over by a self styled Emperor of Evil. Not quite a duke of hell like Gremory but no mortal should hold more power than he! On that first day at work Gremory encountered an emmnisary from the Angels: an officer of the law! No bribes, no excuses were heard and Gremory found himself behind bars. While he set about recruiting every low life Sim he could Erin gave birth.
Gremory left prison (know known as 'The Gremory Scorn Employment Agency') and rushed to meet his children. Filled with wicked excitement to meet his newely born beasts that brought evil one step closer to armageddon he threw open the doors of Erin's home and found . . .
Jordan and Angelica Kennedy. His twin daughters. Gurgling, happy babies. And one of them named after an ANGEL! Tapping into the mortal host Gremory raised his hand and uttered 'It's not you, it's me, let's be friends' and with a wicked smile, a quick candy swipe and a skip in his step he left Erin to fend for his two daughters alone.
Wishing to keep a closer eye on his future children he worked harder at his criminal employment mugging his way up to thug and furnishing the home to make it more attractive to Sunny. Inviting her to move in she agreed. But the words Gremory said in his sleep frightened her greatily, whispers of dark deeds and hopes. She felt compelled to write everything down in a novel she called 'The Devils Trap'. She found that while she felt nauseous as expectant mothers do Gremory would wander casually past her with pancakes strangely amused at her suffering. He seeminly doted on the children within barely giving her a look.
It was a day later that Sunny was raised from her slumber by contractions and called for Gremory.
Twins were born that day. A true heir among them. The new parents held one twin each in their arms. Bathed in crimson light, Gremory looked down at Azazel, sleeping heavily and evil through and through. Azazel was the second of ten. In front of Gremory cooing at the second child and bathed in golden light was Sunny holding the second twin Malphas. The babies gurgles sounded like music to her parents ears and phroposiced the coming of a great muscician. But it was the second trait which made Gremory darken.

Malphas was good. And he and his mother had never been more in danger . . . . .

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Chapter 1: Cast out and away

" . . . and with the tenth child will come the end and his bloodline will be the dam which stems the tide . . . "

Introducing the Founders

Cassiel Hallow. Cast down.

An angel (good) of solitude (loner) and tears (over-emotional) who endlessly watches the events of the cosmos unfold (workaholic) and presides over the deaths of important sims. His wings reshaped to a white plume of mortal hair and made to be sim. A volunteer (brave) to start the legacy that will stem the tide . . . . of evil.

Gremory Scorn. Cast up.

A duke (snob) of hell (evil) and governor of 13 legions of sim demons. He coverts the love of other Sims (flirty) and spreads his version of the truth about the past, present and future and talk of hidden treasure to rapt, seduced sims. (Charismatic). His rage (Hot-headed) at being crammed into a mortal meat sack to start the legacy is only slightly quelled at the thought of consuming the dripping tap of good!

Hallow VS Scorn is the tale of two rival legacies racing to bring about a tenth generation. Both legacies take place in the same part of Sunset Valley just out of sync of each others realities.

Coming soon . . . . .