Stepping into the boundaries of the lodge Gabriel heard the high pitched ringing again, this time louder and he fell to the floor. As he writhed in pain he felt Myers pulling and tugging within his mind, and it caused Gabriel to feel like every fibre of his being was being pulled apart. He saw Myers then, standing in his mind, chanting in a language he couldn't comprehend. He screamed in agony but no sound escaped his lips. Suddenly, he felt the pull of a cosmic force that ripped his being across the whole of space. Gabriel flailed helplessly as he smashed through the very boundaries that divide this universe from another before smashing down on the ground. As he slowly pushed himself off the ground, he looked around at the plane of existence he now resided in.
The colour was washed clean from the surface of the landscape. He was hues of grey, buildings that could not withstand the test of time. Plants and trees stuck in perpetual stillness. There was no wind, no movement. Not even a squeak that would indicate any form of life. The only sound was the shallow breathing emanating from Gabriel himself. He continued looking around, he looked to the sky, and instantly everything made perfect sense. He saw several lost Earth satellites, an asteroid that was set to wipe out the planet, and the distinct shape of a great beast, the size of the moon itself. All frozen in place in the sky of this world. He was in the Forgotten Realm. The waste dump of the Universes. Where all lost and unloved things end up. He began walking the desolate space, desperately trying to find a way to escape. He knew it was possible, Myers had done it. He just didn't realise how long it would take.
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The silhouette of a man rose up over the mountainside of the tallest point of the Forgotten Realm. He wore a tattered old suit, with a dusty trench-coat replacing the blazer. His eyes glowing the colour of fire, despite the Realm being devoid of any other colour. They shone like tiny twin suns amongst the greys and whites. He watched another figure standing still in the midst of a fierce sandstorm. At least it was sand, Gabriel had assumed, for it was hard to tell. The figure wore a glistening gold suit that harshly contrasted the black of his hair. Like Gabriel, the figure didn't adjust to the rules of the realm, the greyscale not daring to affect their appearance. However, unlike Gabriel, this man also had a ten feet aura around him, that brought colour. Finally, the fallen angel could make out what kind of environment he was in. The green of the grass almost fell like a slap in the face.
As Gabriel descended from his peak he maintained a calm composure. However, he was overjoyed. It had been two thousand years since he had seen Jane, and before that it was so long since he'd seen a living being, that he wasn't even sure about the length of time that passed. "You look surprising well, considering" The man said as Gabriel walked into the aura of colour. The trench-coat he was wearing gaining a timber brown colour to it. The fallen angel smiled extending his arm for a handshake. Instead he was met with a hug from his brother. "Thank you for coming, Michael" Gabriel would say as they embraced, but he also realised that this would most likely mean he could not be helped. Michael stepped back letting go of Gabriel, the archangel sighed as he looked at his brother. "The Fall has been set back, with Azrael in the condition he was left in, Father doesn't have enough power for an event of that magnitude" He would say, a small smile on his face as he spoke. "The being that's taken your body. What do you know?"
Gabriel chuckled. Sure the time here had given him ample opportunity to learn and watch Foiros. Their positions now switched, Gabriel knew his thoughts and feelings. However, there was little to learn. He was powerful, clever, but also distant and cold. "He's hell bent on revenge for some wrongdoing, he's ancient. Older then us I would guess," The fallen angel would finish, as he went through every bit of his knowledge. Michael nodded. "He was created long before the angels, some archangels too. I don't know much, and the pages that we confiscated don't say much either. He is a being that at full power could potentially rival Father, some reference to Gadreel, the entity of Order-"
"That's him. Foiros said when he took control of my body, 'I am the burning flame of Order'. He's Gadreel...or a being made by the Lord of Order," Gabriel interjected, excited by this new found information, but Michael shook his head. "If he is, then you can't let him regain his full power. If a Lord of Order or his champion is restored...Father will know instantly. Right now, he doesn't care for you. He thinks you're tiny compared to his other opposition." The archangel's body would begin fading then. "The wraiths are circling on our location, I must go. Take this." Michael would extend his hand, a large staff materialising in his palm. "Michael. I can-" The fallen angel would say as he stared at the weapon in his brothers hand. "Take the staff Gabriel, use it to escape this place." As Michael finally disappeared, Gabriel stood their, holding the staff as he stared of into the distance. He knew what he must do.
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Jane shrieked slightly as she gently landed on the floor of a large chamber. Stuart and Foiros gracefully floated down beside her as she composed herself. The latter smiling slightly as he walked forward examining the room. Leaving Jane and Dowling alone. "You know, you seem way too comfortable about this, now I know you're a mason or whatever, but I'm not. I'm scared, I'm quite literally standing in Hell," Jane would say turning to the detective, her eyes swelling slightly. Stuart smiled reassuringly, as he placed his hand on her shoulder, "We'll be fine Jane, Gabriel will work out a way to come back, as you said, we play along for now," Stuart would nod questioningly as he spoke, to which Jane would reply with a nod too. "Come on then you two, the throne room is this way" Foiros would say as he pushed a skull over, and as he did a large part of the wall shifted aside revealing a narrow hallway.
As they made their way down, the hallway would fill with hundreds of screams. Hands would reach out from gaps in the wall, and pleading would emanate from others. "Where exactly are we?" Stuart would say as he tried his best to keep him and Jane out of the reach of the hands. "Hell" A short simple reply from Foiros as he strolled, quite casually, through the hallway, barely looking at the rooms to his side. "My love?" A female voice would say, just as all the other noise ceased. Foiros would abruptly stop. His head turning to his left, as he raised a flame in his palm to see. Jane peeked over his shoulder. Inside the room was a woman, she looked no older then 20, dressed in robes reminiscent of the Greeks. She had beautiful blonde hair, that was tracked with mud, blood, and worse, and her blue eyes pierced into Foiros. Jane looked over at him, trying to see what he would do, but he did nothing. His expression was that of disgust, and before long he turned back and began walking. Jane and Dowling followed, the woman in the cell raved and cried for her 'love' to return and save her from damnation.
As they made some distance Foiros spoke, "The Lord of Hell knows we are here, she was part of the entourage. Expect to see some familiar faces," He still didn't stop walking, not until they reached a large chamber, with a giant black statue at the centre. The statue depicted a human, with short hair, and a top hat, and white eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul. "Who was she Foiros?" Jane would ask as the Lord of Order peered at the statue. There would be a crackle in the room, and a sudden smell of pine, before a voice behind all three of them spoke. "His one true love," A familiar voice would say, and as all three of them turned they saw Gabriel, holding a large staff in his hand. A hazy blue aura around him, his cloak around him fully now as he stared at Foiros. "The Staff of Gamaliel? My my someone's had help" Foiros would stay as he observed Gabriel, "Do you even have anything fuelling this trip between realms? Or are you burning your own essence?"
"Well, I do have this," Gabriel would retort, showing Foiros his hand, and a ruby ring which rested upon his middle finger. Foiros would roll his eyes, "Real mature," he would say as he stepped towards Gabriel. "I'm busy right now, you'll get this body back. I swear to you" The Lord of Order would say as he stood in front of Gabriel, who shook his head before slamming the staff into Foiros' chest. There would be a flash of bright light as everything but the two of them froze in place. Foiros was thrown halfway across the room as Gabriel removed the cloak. His suit restored to its former glory from the slight power exchange. "You are making a mistake, the challenge is set, you can't beat Lucifer!" Foiros would say, standing up. "Oh and you can?" Gabriel would retort swinging the staff onto the Lord of Order, who would grab it before it hit him. Another bright flash of light, as the two appeared in the Forgotten Realm. "I'm stronger then you, I'm smarter. Faster. Better!" Foiros would say as he teleported around Gabriel landing several strikes on him, before long Gabriel was getting fatigued. Just as Foiros launched up above the fallen angel however, Gabriel swung round, batting him like a baseball player with the staff.
This flash of light brought them back into the chamber of Hell, Jane and Dowling, unfrozen and confused by the sudden reappearance. Foiros and Gabriel continued fighting, both wanting to retain and regain control. However, their fight had woken a larger problem. As the statue in the centre of the room, creaked into life, standing up from its kneeling position, to a height of six feet. The fighting stopped, as they all watched the statue gain colour, the face turning to a Caucasian complexion, and the clothes to that of someone from Victorian high society. Foiros was about to walk towards him when Gabriel stopped him, a look of terror on his face. "Do you have any idea who that is? What that is?" He would say, "He's the most prolific killer in the history of the world, give me the body," Gabriel would stay, reasoning with Foiros, who looked confused.
"I've been in slumber for so long, so many years without my fun. Who are you to recognise me?" The being would say sniffing the air like a dog. "Ahhhh, fallen angel, and..." The beings face would suddenly sour as he looked upon Foiros, "Order's mongrel...in my house" The being would say as he drew a long curved blade. "I am Foiros, you foul beast. The burning flame of Order, Fear me!" He would say, but the being just laughed, as he bared fangs. His eyes swirling grey as he did so. Foiros looked at the being suddenly realising him for what he was. A being of pure chaos. No part of him was truly human, a being made by Erebos himself, before his disappearance. "No little man. Fear me." Foiros looked over at Gabriel, submitting the body instantly. Driven by the very emotion he'd hoped to instil. The being watched as Foiros burst into flames that engulfed Gabriel, leaving him empowered by the Lord of Order.
Dowling and Jane, ran over to him, the detective would pull out his pistol as he did. Jane however, ran straight to Gabriel embracing him, and cowering behind him as the being closed the gap between them. "You know me?" He would ask Gabriel, who nodded. "Haemar, butcher of millions."
"I thought you said he was prolific on Earth, how come I've never heard the name?" Jane would ask quietly, as she stared at Haemar, who had a twisted grin on his face. Gabriel swallowed, "Perhaps you know his other names. The Long Island Killer, the Zodiac, and my personal favourite...Jack the Ripper."