People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
Name: Charles M. Kriner
Nickname: Dante
Age: Roleplay 5986 years old Reallife: 21
Post Length-Semi-para to Para
Taken...and this time im NOT letting her go...and im NOT going anywhere! anyone tries to get in the way...is in for a rude awakening
-He stands in the darkness of the building, the moonlight shining through the broken window as he stands there with his hands in his pockets. His white hair falls in front of his face as his blue and white eyes seem to shimmer from the moonlight. A small gust of wind blows through the broken window which blows his hair out of his face and makes the locket around his neck sway slightly. He reaches a hand up and gently grabs the necklace to stop it from swaying as he closes his eyes slowly. No words can describe the pain hes had bottled up inside himself for so many years, the pain of losing his daughter is more than any mortal being can withstand. He slowly opens his eyes as a single tear falls from his eye as he looks up at the moon. The only thing that comes from his mouth is a soft, low, pain-filled sound- Sarah...-Is the only word that leaves his lips before he closes his eyes and looks down at the ground as the sky slowly blackens and the moon no longer shines through the window, concealing him in complete darkness of the building.-
Spirit of the Fire, Remember!
GIBIL, Spirit of the Fire, Remember!
GIRRA, Spirit of the Flames, Remember!
O God of Fire, Mighty Son of ANU, Most terrifying among Thy Brothers, Rise!
O God of the Furnace, God of Destruction, Remember!
Rise Up, O God of Fire, GIBIL in Thy Majesty, and devour my enemies!
Rise up, O God of Fire, GIRRA in Thy Power, and burn the sorcerers who persecute me!
GIBIL GASHRU UMANA YANDURU
TUSHTE YESH SHIR ILLANI U MA YALKI!
GISHBAR IA ZI IA
IA ZI DINGIR GIRRA KANPA!
Rise up, Son of the Flaming Disk of ANU!
Rise up, Offspring of the Golden Weapon of MARDUK!
It is not I , but ENKI, Master of the Magicians, who summons Thee!
It is not I, but MARDUK, Slayer of the Serpent, who calls Thee here now!
Burn the Evil and the Evildoer!
Burn the Sorcerer and the Sorceress!
Singe them! Burn them! Destroy them!
Consume their powers!
Carry them away!
Rise up, GISHBAR BA GIBBIL BA GIRRA ZI AGA KANPA!
Spirit of the God of Fire, Thou art Conjured!
KAKKAMMANUNU!
