Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

[RentCavalier]

The heavy steel doors underneath the subway that Killingsworth led the group through creaked a rusty creak. A long dark hallway came next, followed by the longest spiral staircase one would ever expect to find inside a subway station. Down, down, down, down, always down. For three hours they walked down stair after stair after stair, the walls, originally a tiled, shiny porcelain, soon growing into a dingy, rust-covered grim. At the very bottom, there was a pool of water, knee-deep. Walking into it, towards the rusy wall, Killingsworth frowned.

"Tryin' to block it eh?"

He swung his cross hard, striking the wall. With a cracking thud, part of the wall disintigrated into a cloud of rust, revealing a brick-lined passageway, filled with grimy water. The mad priest pressed forward, sloshing through the obaque liquid.

At long last, they reached a heavy, golden door, encrusted with a effigy of one of Bosch's famous Hell paintings. Killingsworth turned to face the group, his voice surprisingly bored sounding.

"Are we ready?"

[Pellias]

Jack took a step foreward, turned the saftey off on his Shotgun, and made sure that one of his blades was in place. He answered Killingsworth with a low growling tone and a nod of his head.

"Lets go." He then turned to the Aztec warrior. "Try not to make any loud noises, for the better of us all." With that, he entered a position at Killingsworth's right flank and stood silent.

I hope that there isnt too much bloodshed on our side. I brought first aide supplies, but probably only enough for me and two others. those angels probably have healing powers though, and the other Tecknight probably has some first aide supplies on him too. And i dont know about this killingsworth fellow..... but the way he broke that wall, im sure that he can hold his own.

Jack examined the artwork adorning the walls as he waited for the others to fall into place.

[Escudero]

Cuathemoc gave a whispering pant

"Daggum..dat was a long ass stair"

He could not believe there had been walking so long down the stairs of the subway. How could a thing like that be constructed and not being common knowladge!? Not only that but how was it even posssible there was a gate leading to hell right under the streets of Advant city? As far as he was concnerned he thought they would travel to the infernal realm by means of a portal, but a door? No wonder there had been so many demons running around willy nilly in the surface.

He brushed some sweat of his forehad while looking at Jack and nodding.

It was here that the real challenges start.
All that street brawling
All that military training
All his demon hunting, his struggles, his strive to survive against all odds. They were all going to be tested here, and he could not fail. For he was not letting anyone down back at Xochitla, his father had so many high hopes for him and Cuathemoc was not letting his sacrifice be in vain.

He stood on Killingsworth's left flank pulling out his axe and shield a determined look on him

"Ready for battle"

[Verbrannte Erde]

Half asleep by time they got down the stairs Drache let out a nice yawn. "Yeah ready." He moved up by the door and got ready to push or pry it open. "This door may not open its self so just give the word."

[Pellias]

Jack didn't know what was on the other side of thise doors. He didnt know if there was a portal leading them to Hell, or Hell itself. He didnt know if the doors would even open. Furthur, he didnt know if there was some hell spawned demon behind that door. Jack cocked his shotgun, and pointed it at the door beyond Drache.

[hibbe]

John eyed the door with a jaded eye tapping his visor back into place with a single finger. "Oh no, a big gold door."

Of course, his weaponry was already fully primed, his synthetic hands curled around his SMG, an update on the popular P-90.

"Whenever you're ready old man."

[RentCavalier]

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The door opened slowly, a harsh wind blowing a swirl of...leaves...

Brown leaves blew past the group, and with a creaking clatter, the sound of more doors in the dark hallway opening could be heard. Killingsworth slowly walked down the hall, resolute, one foot after another, his footsteps echoing around them.

Yet, as the hall curved down, a sloping ramp, they could hear something. Soft noises, growing louder. A woman's voice, singing in a strange language. Drums and flutes accompanies the song, the walls soon fading away, and they found themselves no longer walking in a hallway.

It was as if they were in outer space. Below them, the enormity of a galaxy swirled lazily, stars and comets swirling around them in a beautiful maelstrome. Yet always, unending, did the Preacher walk, Killingsworth's eyes dead ahead, knowing the way, despite the path being unseen.

Such a way was impossible, and many who were slaves to the human logic couldn't understand what was happening, how this was possible. And soon, they found it. Floating in this space, a door, single wooden door. Killingsworth reached into his pocket, pulling forth an old looking brass key. He turned to the group, his eyes dark.

"This be it. From eternity and back, we go. Be on your guard, amd take with you the sanctity of your gods."

And with that, he unlatched the door, and stepped through into endless light...

[Pellias]

As Jack stepped through the the door into the white-light, he turned to marvel at the galaxy behind him for one last time. making sure that he always stayed withing sight of Killingsworth, as it was hard to see with so much light, he lowered his shotgun, for the light gave him a sense of serenety.

I shouldnt be letting my guard down like this. if this really is the gate to hell, there could be an army of demons wherever we appear.

Jack shook himself out of this feelingof calmness, and raised his shotgun again. not knowing where he was going, or what was waiting for him there, Jack tried to stay as alert as possible.

I just hope that someone else doesnt blow this for us.

[Judge Master Cid]

Deathtenks and Delritho merly walked at the back of the group alking to each other telapathacly.(sp?)


Delritho will be in bold, while Deathtenks will be underlined, Italics, mean mind speak.

I don't sense anything dangerous....yet, keep on your god, Deathtenks. Don't worry, I can whip out the Frostmourne in the blink of an eye if needed, but still, do you think Lucifer can give us answers that Micheal refused to give us? I doubt it, but it is always worth a try, we will find out why we were made, and why we were made in the forms we are in, I just hope none of the others screw this up because I REALLY don't want to figh my way through a hoard of mindless demons just to have a simple chat. Same here. Anyway lets cut the mind link, we need to stay on guard. Deathtenks over and out.

They both just merly kept on walking, keeping thier minds open just incase was foolish enough to try and attack.

[Escudero]

It would have been an understament to say that Cuathemoc was surprised by the entire affair. The very straight forward and somewhat simple mind of the Aztec warrior was baffled at the fact that he was walking in space, directly into the realm that so many people try to stay as far away as possible through their entire lifes.

However, despite the sheer ignorance that Cuathemoc possed to just about everything this was in fact his salvation for when many would have turn and run because of the mind twisting scenery that was before them. The Aztec quite simply view this as yet another challenge.

As he trembled slightly he took a swig of water from his canteen and chuckled nervously "Hey, nobody be crapping yer pants now ya hear? Ain't no time for bitching out" He said more to stabilize himself than anything. He looked down to the abyss and resisted the urge of spitting down to see where it would lead.

He glanced at Killingsworth's back preparing himself to give that fatefull step into the mysterious door. He decided this a good time to pray

"Quetzalcouathl, oh feathered serpent, give me the strength to defeat my enemies, give me the endurance to pass all tests, give me the courage to avenge our people. Blood and glory in rememberance of the Aztec empire"

[RentCavalier]

The light faded away and Killingsworth's feet touched hard, rocky ground. Around them it was a hopeless black, the dark, formidable rocks rising about them like spires. As each member of the team appeared in this strange circle of stones, they found the door from which they'd come was gone.

Killingsworth lit a cigarrette and grimaced at the landscape.

"Hasn't changed in the past couple of decades. That's good for us."

He turned to the group, looking over everyone with cold eyes.

"This place is a waypoint, built here by an ancient man by the name of Gaius Julius Caeser. It served him little purpose, but we of heavenly influence have gotten great amounts of use from it."

He tapped on of the stones, and it glowed softly.

"While we cannot leave from this one, as its one way, we can call reinforcements. Cuathemoc, take the other one, Jack, and scout ahead. The Gates are down that tunnel, make sure no demons are hindering us."

He raised his hand, the runes glowing on the dark rocks.

"I'm calling for some backup. An annoyingly rebellious angel, but a useful one for combat. Stand clear, everyone."

With a low hum, the ground began to pulse a glow a bright blue, wavering like water in a pool...

[Tsjerg]

The blue ground suddenly raised higher, making a body appear out of it. It began with something blonde, sunglasses, a mouth and later on...the rest of Tsjerg's body. He had its eyes closed, but it was unable to see by the pair of sunglasses. He opened them again, looked around, and he made a step forward.

"What the hell is going on here?" The angel said on the most arrogant tone you could think of. "Can't handle it alone?" He said even more arrogant. His eyes closed again. "Well, let me handle it then...."

He sweeped his hair around, and his eyes fell on the other folks standing there. He grinned. Worthless piece of scum...they can't even handle this. Two big wings appeared behind his body. "Well , let's do this!" Tsjerg said. He took another good look on the people. He had put another step forward.

[RentCavalier]

Killingsworth grimaced.

"I'd forgotten how obnoxious you are. Can't you at least act like you're not a complete child for one day? You do realize the dangers of this mission, right?"

He sighed, looking at the group.

"This is, unfortunately, our reinforcement. His name is Tsjerg, or at least that's what he calls himself, thanks to a lack of a *proper* name. I'd advise not bothering to talk to him, he's so full of himself he prolly won't even notice any of you are here."

[Tsjerg]

Tsjerg grinned. "I do realise the dangers of this mission. But unlike you all, i'm not scared. I can beat them. And don't talk negative about you, i think you know what i'm capable of. Just get going so we can finish this quick."

Tsjerg looked at the eyes of the rest.

"And he's right. Don't bother talking to me."

After that sentence, he made steps again.

[hibbe]

John had managed to hold the contents of what passed for his stomach in his stomach while walking through the strange room of DHOOM and the physically impossible brown wooden door.

Once they were on 'dry' land again he felt much better and watched in jaded awe as the old preacher summoned an Angel. Of course John was completely unsuprised when the angel turned out to be one of the most arrogant creatures he'd ever met. Giving the creature the once over John decided it would be a simple matter to destroy the angel if it came to that. He could already see how arrogance would be the being's downfall.

"Great. Just what this group needs, the friggin enemy."