The Oharan Chronicles

Chapter 3: The Day Before




The day seemed to drag for all those in Heaven, it never seemed to end. Odin did not leave his siter\'s side, while his bride was busy, spreading the news of the new arrival that would be coming soon. Odin stared at his sister as she lay there motionless on the bed. She seemed so peaceful, and yet a strange shadow seemed to loom over her. But still she seemed almost as if nothing had happened to her. Her long blond hair hung down to her waist, her grey eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were only sleeping. Odin sat next to her bed, holding her hand, cold though it was, he knew she could feel it, somehow.
\"Damn it, why did this have to happen?\" Odin said to himself.
He held his head low, trying to understand why this had happened to his sister, she was an innocent, and a true one at that, she had never known a mans touch. Though, because of this, she had always been lonely, she never once gave in to lust and desire. She was one of only a few true innocents, even in Heaven, but somehow this fate had befallen her. A sabre lay across Odin\'s lap, unsheathed, and glinting in the dim light of the room. The blade was long, almost thirty-nine inches, and black, black as a moonless and starless night in Cocytus. Where the blade ended and the hilt began, three gold pieces wound around the hilt and connected with the pommel, which would give protection to the hand of its weilder in battle. This blade had once belonged to Odin\'s grandfather, and then to his father, and now him. Odin\'s father had died at the hands of Lucifer, but not the Lucifer of this world, no, the Lucifer of the first universe.
Odin wore this blade at his side everywhere he went, no matter what the occasion. Even when he and Nadai would go into the mountains for a \"quiet moment together\", away from Zion\'s city, he would keep the sabre at his side, and had always caused a slight delay in those nights activities. It had always taken a few extra moments to take the sabre from his belt and place it somewhere respectful before he and Nadai could be together, but she had always forgiven him for these \"delays\" in their intimacy. Just the thought of those nights brought back the memory of their first night together. He was sixteen, and she only a year younger than him. He remembered the way her eyes shone in the light, the way her skin seemed to glow, the smile on her face when he moved forward and made them one. But most of all, he remembered the sound of the waves that nearly muffled her voice as she whispered his name, and told him how much she loved him many times in the still night.
\"Ah, damn it! I should be thinking more of my sister than being with my wife, but how can I not think of her, she\'s pregnant! Damn! Such news should have brought happiness, but coupled with this new development........it only further complicates things.\" Odin said to himself.
Odin sheathed his sabre, brushing his hand against the leather scabbard of the long-bladed knife that was at his side. After sheathing his sabre, he pulled the knife from its scabbard, looking over its shining blade as if mezmerized. The blade was over nine inches long and curved, with four barbs near the base of the blade. Where blade met hilt, four long, curved, spikes extended forward. On the pommel of the blade there was a long triangualr spike, strong enough to cleave through the skull of the great Wolf demons. Wolf demons were legendary, they were much like wolves, but these beasts were a hundred times their size, and usually used as steeds for the lesser Saurian demons. Along the blade, inscribed in Oharan, were the words: \"Odin ne urs Ataro, ne urs Oharas, un Nadai, es qin.\" Translated: \"Odin, the first Angel, the first Oharas, and Nadai, his queen.\"
\"Hehe, and now it should be: Un ens, eir eres, ne urs bref. And now, their child, the first breed.\" Odin whispered to himself.
He rose from his seat, and looked about the room, walking slowly to the south wall, gazing at a lance that hung there. It looked to be one of the usual Angel lances that the younger warriors brought into battle, but this weapon was forged in God Metal, made from the blood of Oharas, Lucifer, Abaddon, and God Himself. Much of this metal was made, but few weapons. God Metal was unbelievably hard, but Oharas\' sword could easily cut through it, even though his sword was not made of this metal. The lance on the wall shone brightly, even in the dim light given off by a few lamps, and several candles. The lance was white, and well over four feet long. On the bottom, where the pommel would be on a sword, there were three spikes extending outward and curving at the end, coming together at the points. Near the front of the lance, a large, axe-like blade was attached, honed like a razor, and in front of it, was a long curved blade. On the backside of the lance, three long spines extended backwards, giving this Angel weapon the look of a thing forged in Hell, and baptized in the river Styx.
A sudden chill came over Odin, and even the warmth of his blood seemed to have disappeared. He felt as though something had passed him, and he wheeled around, brandishing his blade, but there was nothing there. He still felt uneasy, and noticed that the lamps and candles that had once blazed no longer did so, and had gone out. He strode over to his sister, who lay peacefully on her bed as she had before. Nothing seemed amiss except for the lamps, but Odin still felt as if something wasn\'t right. He was about to turn and walk out the door to find some food, when he saw a small cut appear slowly on his sister\'s arm. Odin\'s eyes widened in terror as another cut formed and joined with the first, creating an arrow-like shape. Three other cuts appeared, creating a five-pointed star, and, much to Odin\'s horror, a circular cut suddenly appeared, creating a pentagram, Hell\'s seal. A shadow could be seen on the wall, but not Odin\'s shadow, it was the shadow of a far more gruesome creature........

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Zion Training Grounds



\"Up! Strike! Down! Thrust!\" Oharas yelled to his Angels.
Luckily, the Angels of Zion had not lost their fighting skills, nor had their skills been lessened over time. Some of the Angels had even improved in skill, Anartha, and his brother, Nanartha, had been training these Zodanim since word had come of Sin\'s imprisonment in Hell, and had now turned even young Zoda\'s barely able to fight into hardened warriors with incredible fighting prowess. Rianna had come to visit earlier, giving all who trained a good meal and a song to lift their spirits, many of these Angels would be leaving their families to go into battle, and had little resolve. Rianna had managed to drag Oharas away from practicing and the two made love in a cathedral not far from the training grounds. Rianna was still sleeping now, and Oharas had resumed command of training his army.
\"Good.........good.........you should all be proud, your fighting skills are well honed.\" Oharas told the crowd of Zodanim.
Oharas then noticed a young Angel struggling to use the broadsword given to him, he seemed to not be able to control his swing. Oharas approached him and asked:\"What is your name, young one?\"
\"Bardiel.....sir........\" he replied weakly.
\"And how old are you?\" Oharas asked.
\"I have seen seventeen winters, my Lord.\" Bardiel replied.
\"You are very young, why are you here?\"
\"I want to defend my home. I hate these foul beasts that try to defile this holy place.\"
\"Hate will get you nowhere young Zoda, use your love of your family, that is stronger than any sword, even mine.\" Oharas said.
Bardiel smiled a bit, but then looked at his sword doubtingly.
\"Here, let me see your blade....\" Oharas said, taking the sword from the boy.
The boy watched in awe as Oharas twirled the blade in his hand, sampling its weight, and swung a few times, sending the blade into the air and then into his left hand, then quickly back to his right. He then took the blade firmly in both hands and swung twice horizontally, and then once vertically.
\"Can you do this, Bardiel?\" Oharas asked.
\"I will try.\" he said as he took the broadsword from Oharas.
The Angel tried to strike horizontally, but he nearly fell as the blade completed its swing.
\"Hmmm.........I don\'t think this blade is for you, young one. Sandalphon, bring me a katana, would you?\" Oharas asked the Angel standing close to him.
\"Yes, I will.\" Sandalphon answered.
Sandalphon was a beautiful Angel, very tall, nearly seven feet in height, with flowing blond hair that fell down past his waist. His crimson eyes seemed to emanate a feeling of warmth, and his voice could charm legions. He returned shortly, carrying a katana in his right hand, and gave it to Oharas. The Angel then handed the blade to Bardiel and said:\"Now, try that same attack with this.\"
The young Zoda took the blade in his hands, adjusting to its weight, and swung. He was incredibly fast, his strikes stunned even Sandalphon, and Oharas knew he had been right about the boy.
\"The broad-bladed weapon was not for you, Bardiel, a lighter, and considerably quicker blade matches your skills perfectly. Tell me, who has trained you? You couldn\'t have done what I have just seen without some tutelage.\" Oharas said.
\"I was trained by the vampire Astenfel when I was a mere ten winters, and then by Cain at fifteen.\" Bardiel answered.
\"Ah, it is no wonder then why you could not effectively weild a broadsword, their fighting styles call for lighter blades. Impressive, Bardiel, trained by two of the greatest swordsmen in all Creation. I\'m impressed.\" Oharas said, patting Bardiel on the shoulder.
Oharas walked away, tending to an Angel who had nicked himself with his sword.
\"Oharas actually said that to me................\" Bardiel said.
Bardiel suddenly felt a deep sense of pride within himself, and went back to practicing his sword stances. After a short while, a young female Angel began to mingle within the ranks, searching for Bardiel. Her name was Uriel, she was a mere fifteen winters-old Zoda, but she had recently been appointed leader of the Seraphim, the class of Angels below the Zodanim. She finally found Bardiel, and was nearly cut in half by one of his strikes, but he stopped the blade just in time, and looked lovingly into her eyes.
\"Hey you......\" she said, gently moving the blade away from her.
\"Hey.........\" he said, smiling softly.
Bardiel sheathed his blade and looked into Uriel\'s eyes.
\"Where did you get the new sword?\" Uriel asked.
\"Oharas gave it to me.\" Bardiel replied, the happiness easily noticed in his voice.
\"Wow.\" she said as she moved forward and embraced him.
Bardiel\'s cheeks flushed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek. He noticed Sandalphon out of the corner of his eye, smiling at him, nudging his head in the direction of a large meadow nearby, his teeth partially showing in an almost evil grin. Bardiel got the message.
\"Hey, would you like to go somewhere more.....private?\" Bardiel asked, his right hand slowly moving below her waist.
Uriel\'s cheeks turned completely red as she felt his hand on her, but she simply pressed closer and kissed his chest softly.
\"I\'d love to.\" she said.
Without a word, Bardiel took her by the hand and led her swiftly away from the training grounds and into the meadow. A river ran through this part of Zion, and it flowed slowly near the edge of the meadow, the gentle noise filling the air. They hid behind a massive oak tree, and Bardiel pressed her against it, kissing her passionately, touching his tongue to hers. She kissed back, matching his fervor, letting his hands explore her curves. And she didn\'t protest at all as he slowly undid the loose end of the knot that held her dress to her waist, and she smiled as id dropped, reavealing her bare legs and only a small cloth covering her.
Just as he leaned in to kiss her again, she stopped him and said:\"Bardiel, I love you.\"
Bardiel stopped, and he almost came to tears, but he merely pulled her close, and whispered:\"I love you too, my dear.\"
Uriel\'s eyes filled with tears, but she simply lifted her shirt above her head, and pulled his hands onto her chest.
\"Make love to me, please.\" she said nervously.
Bardiel\'s face turned red, and he smiled at her, holding her tight, squeezing her chest. He kissed her neck, letting his tongue leave a trail against her soft skin, and slowly took off the miniscule bit of silk covering her, nibbling on her shoulder. She watched his lips trail downward, and squirmed in happiness when she felt him kiss her stomach. She pulled him up and stared into his eyes, and within a few moments her nimble fingers had freed him from his robes.
She slowly layed down in the soft grass, spreading her legs only slightly.
\"I\'m ready.......\" she said, looking up at him.
Bardiel kneeled down and kissed every inch of her body.She licked her lips in anticipation, she couldn\'t wait any longer. She pulled him up, and guided him inside her. She moaned gently as she adjusted to him, and then pressed her lips hard to his. He moved back and forth slowly, and the two made love there, the river muffling their moans and whispers of love and pleasure.


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In the depths of Cocytus

A Chaos Demon reared its ugly head from its resting position and growled fiercely as a strange woman walked through the Black Gate of Cocytus. The great beast lowered its head again as the woman glared at it, her eyes glowing a deep purple. The woman continued walking forward, stopping at a great black throne.
\"Your beasts have become very insolent, my master.\" she said.
The creature atop the throne leaned forward slightly, allowing its black helm to become visible. Long spikes adorned it, and words of terrible blasphemy were written in the Demon Tongue upon it, and one singular spike faced forward and was edged like a razor on both sides. The beast on the throne was clad in all black, armor and cloth, with a long, broad-bladed weapon strapped to its side. Black wings extended from its shoulders, and long blades were attached to the gauntlets on its wrists. This was the beast known as Sin.
\"I have taught them to be insolent. A hateful mood is what is needed in the war to come. And you should not be talking about insolence, Selafis.\" Sin spoke coldly.
\"You talk to your concubine so harshly, Master. Why?\" Selafis asked.
\"I do not speak to you harshly in any way. I merely find it amusing how you accuse your own demon of being disrespectful, and yet I made you, and you are just as insolent.\" Sin chuckled.
\"You have an odd sense of humor, Master. I cannot disagree with you, but is my insolence not one of the reasons you chose me as your top concubine and lover?\" Selafis said, slowly walking up the black steps that led to the throne.
She was very scantily clad, dressed in a very revealing silk thong, and only small cloth coverings layed over her breasts. She was Sin\'s favorite concubine, even over the legions of Succubi that populated the second layer of Hell.
\"So, my Master, would you care to enjoy the pleasures of my flesh?\" Selafis said, sitting on Sin\'s lap, kissing what little of his face that the helm on his head did not cover.
\"Gladly, my dear. But let us have another join us. Perhaps, our captives?\" Sin asked, evilly.
\"Yesssss, let us allow them to share our pleasure.\" Selafis said, baring her fangs.
\"Bring our captured Angels, NOW!\" Sin bellowed.
Within a few moments, several demons brough forth two women, one with long, blond hair and a voluptuous figure, and the other with much longer black hair, with an even more generous figure than the other, a mother and daughter. Sin smiled, though it could not be seen.
\"So, Master, which one first, the mother.........or the daughter?\" Selafis said, licking her lips.
\"The daughter...........\" he said.
Sin slowly rose from his throne, cackling evilly, his eyes glowing red. The woman with the golden hair began to panic, and tried to wrestle herself from her captor\'s grip so she could defend her daughter, but they held her tight. Sin reached the younger woman, running his clawed hand over her breasts, squeezing tightly. The younger beauty struggled, spitting in the demon\'s face, cursing at him in Oharan. Sin continued, and brought his hand down hard on her rump, hurting her. He moved his dreadful face in menacingly, and said:\"You are mine now, you would do best to try and enjoy this.\"
The mother was infuriated and finally freed one arm, and then reached for the sword at Sin\'s side, pulling it from its sheath, cutting him across his back. The King of Demons howled in pain, and backed away slightly, glaring at the mother Angel. The other beasts rushed at her, but with a flash, they all fell dead, cut in half or beheaded by the blade the mother had stolen from Sin.
\"Leave her alone, you repugnant filth!\" the mother screamed, pointing the sword she held at Sin, hate in her eyes.
The deep gash across Sin\'s back had already healed, not even leaving a simple scab. And he laughed, a terrible laugh that sounded like the falling of a thousand boulders.
\"Little Angel, what can you hope to accomplish in this sad rebellion? If I do not have her, I will have YOU!\" Sin screamed, his eyes glowing even brighter.
\"Take me if you wish, do whatever disgusting thing you can imagine, but leave her be, she is innocent, and I\'ll not allow her to be tainted by a beast such as you!\" the mother said.
\"Hehe, you may relax, little Celestial, stay your hand for a moment. I sense a deeper desire in your heart, something more........emotionally rooted. Request what you will, and for the exchange of bedding you, I will do my best to meet it.\" Sin said with a hiss.
\"Master! Do not let this pathetic Angel to use you as a toy, allow me to destroy her, and rid you of this pest, then you can have her daughter with no opposition.\" Selafis yelled, brandishing a long-bladed dagger she pulled from Sin\'s belt.
\"No, Selafis, she may have what she wishes, speak, Celestial.\" Sin said, holding his hand in front of Selafis.
\"Take us to Abbacus! Take us now!\" the mother screamed.
\"Abbacus? Yes, young one, to Abbacus. But not after sating my hunger for your flesh\" Sin said, stepping toward her.
As Sin appraoched, the mother lowered her hand, almost showing a sign of submission, but the look in her eyes told of only one emotion, pure hatred. Sin stripped her of what little clothing she had, and she spread her legs slightly, hoping for brevity in this awful act. Sin placed his scaled hand between her legs, feeling at the folds of her sex, taking her breast into his mouth, savoring this new bargain. But the mother could not bear it, and clutched the blade in her hand again, and ran Sin through with the blade, piercing his black heart. But Sin merely grabbed hold of the black steel of the sword, and pulled it from him, hurling the mother backwards in the process. She stood there, helpless, as Sin used his foul majicks to raise her into the air, and crucify her upon a cross that seemed to appear from nowhere. She was trapped, severely wounded, this awful rape was inevitable. The cross toppled, and she lay there, bleeding, praying for oblivion.
Sin stood over her, but not for long, in a moment, he was upon her, stripping himself of his armor and robes, ready to exact a fleshy vengeance for this treachery. But as he moved forward to pierce her, he felt a terrible, burning pain upon his entire body, and leaped back in excruciating pain. He tried to find the source of this, but needed no assistance in finding it, it was the daughter. She stood there, her wings outspread, no longer restrained by the demons her mother had killed. Her eyes shone, and her hair flowed in the holy wind created by her presence. Her hand was held out toward Sin, and he burned with pain to look at the symbol covering it, a Star of David within a circle, the symbol of the Angel Raziel.
\"You disgusting Celestial! You will meet your end tonight!\" Sin bellowed with all his rage, bringing his sword to him with his majick.
But the daughter only glared, and the burning sensation grew more painful as the symbol on her hand grew brighter. Sin suppressed the feeling, using his dark energy to keep the pain from him, and approached the young daughter. But the daughter fired from her blessed hand a bolt of pure holy energy, striking Sin, bringing him to his knees.
\"Will you continue this futile attempt at slaying me? Or take the wise man\'s path, and surrender?\" the daughter chuckled.
That pause in her assault was all that Sin needed. He rose to his feet, and chanted a terrible verse from the Book of Blasphemies, and rendered the young Angel powerless.
\"Pathetic Celestial, filth of the Heavens. You cannot even begin to comprehend what I can do!\" Sin bellowed.
\"Your foul majicks will not hinder me...\" the daughter said weakly, weakness overcoming her.
The young Angel struggled against the unseen force that weakened her Heavenly powers, and began to weep as it became clear that Sin would bed her that night. Sin approached her slowly, looking over her figure, impure thoughts of lust filling his dark mind. He kneeled down and grasped at her breasts, deeply enjoying her struggle. Selafis licked her lips, hoping that this young girl could pleasure her lord, for she worshiped him, and savored every moment of pleasure he had, even if it was not with her.
\"No, not with this one, with the mother.\" Sin said, pushing the daughter aside and striding over to the older Angel.
The mother trembled, pain filled her mind, and her blood flowed onto the icy ground of Cocytus. Sin pulled the iron nail from her feet, and spread her legs, smiling evilly. He pierced her quickly, and began to sate his evil hunger. The mother screamed in pain, it hurt so much, her insides felt as though they were boiling, she prayed to God for an end to this. Sin finished himself quickly, and left the mother to bleed and weep, the rape had been brief, but her spirit was broken, and she lay there, letting the tears flow freely. She ignored Sin as he spilled his dark seed upon her breasts, and stared blankly into the distance, toward the Gate, and watched as the Chaos Demon at the entrance cackled in grim satisfaction.
Sin kneeled down to the Angel and pulled the other nails from her hands,and helped her to her feet. She walked slowly toward her daughter, but yelped in horror as Sin came at her from behind, and started his rape yet again. She tried to push the pain from her mind, but she still screamed in agony. She dropped on her hands and knees, not able to even hold herself up due to the pain. Sin did not care, and raped her over and over again. A long time passed, hours, minutes, it did not matter to her, all she knew was the pain, and the disgust as Sin spilled his seed upon her yet again.
She fell and lost consciousness, and was awakened by her daughter.
\"He\'s left, mother. He allowed us passage, let us leave!\" she said.
The mother rose, naked, bleeding, and humiliated. They continued toward the Gate, and never saw the troop of Incubi that descended upon them.


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Odin swung his blade toward the shadow upon the wall, and heard the undeniable sound of flesh being cut open. A scream echoed through the room, and a creature was suddenly revealed to Odin. Its flesh was green, its eyes were bright yellow, it held in its left hand a curved knife, and black blood poured from the wound that Odin had inflicted upon it. The beast lunged at Odin, but the Angel sidestepped to the left and watched as the beast crashed into the wall, smearing blood upon it. Odin took this chance and plunged his blade into the demon\'s neck, cutting its jugular. As the beast died it said:\"Your kind will perish!\"
Odin cut the demon\'s head from its shoulders, and stared as the beast simply disintegrated
before him. He sheathed his blade after cleaning the putrid smelling demon blood from it, and regained his composure. He heard a slight rustle behind him, and watched in amazement as Sinduin began to stir. Her grey eyes opened, and she winced as she looked at the pentagram carved into her right arm. She looked over the cuts and scrapes that covered her wrists, and she used her Angelic majicks to slowly heal the wounds.
\"Odin, what happened?!\" she said in shock.
\"Nothing........nothing at all......\" Odin said as he embraced his younger sister.
She wrapped her arms around him in return, and he wept for joy. Sinduin noticed the blood on the wall, and the traces of blood on her brother, but she ignored them as she recounted the awful dreams she had while she had been in her deep sleep. Odin simply listened, trying to hold back the tears of happiness that welled up behind his eyes. Now all I have to worry about is Nadai.....he thought.