The Legend of the AngelDream and his Cryptic Warrioresses

The Legendary Voice

Wo/men shall voice their concerns, treasure their freedom to speak their mind and soul.
Those against wo/man shall step aside as the servants of the dominion listen closely to the tales of the Dream Wars.
The voice shall boom, it shall tear down barriers, it shall liven up the dead and gone.
The voice shall sing with a poetic passion, a mythical pleasure of the soul.
Wo/man shall speak, shall explain, shall entrance all with the words and wisdom that is the AngelDream.
Wo/man shall speak of love, of devotion, of passion.
Wo/man shall speak in verse, in prose, in song; but, the message, it shall stay true to the word from beginning to end.
This voice speaks truth, greater truth than any other.
For it is the voice that speaks and preaches Love and the Devotion.
Wo/man shall listen.
Then, wo/man shall speak.
They speak the words of the Gods of Love.

Then all shall dow down to the power and dominion of Love; by divine right, Love and Devotion shall rule all hearts.
Legends of the AngelDream and the Cryptic Warrioresses shall boom throughout the lands and past the stars.
For the universal and inter-dimensional truth shall be heard by all creatures of the Light and of the Dark.
Those who go against the Voice shall perish under the hand of the Dark Angelic Warrior and the Cryptic Warrioresses.
Hear the voice, listen to the words.
Bear in mind that it is the Voice of Love.

The AngelDream

The AngelDream is a powerful angel who is cultured in the greater arts of battle and weapons-play. Its specialty is swordplay, but it is a master of all weapons created in most planes. Its main weapon is the Flare Star Sword, a gift from the Gods given to hitby the Ancient Ones. It derives its power from things around it; including Love and Hate, Pain and Pleasure. Its warrior-like skills aid it in it's quest and promise to preach the power of Love and Devotion, Pleasure and Dreams.

The AngelDream stands and weighs in an variable height and weight. It can change its size and shape while controling, seperately, it's weight. It has several different forms, including:

  • The AngelDream (the Dark Angelic Warrior of Love and Devotion)
  • The AngelSong (the Angel itself)
  • Louis (the AngelDream's human form)
  • AcidBlaze or AcidFire (the Passion and Spirit of the AngelDream)
  • Dedaimus or Adiemus (the Godly form of the AngelDream)

The AngelDream:
The AngelDream has no height or weight. Its skin is of a light blue hue, its luscious lips are naturally as black as night, its pupil/iris-less eyes vary in color according to mood. When in Anger, its eyes glow black; when in Love, its eyes glow white; when in Passion, its eyes glow red. It has retractable wings that weigh and span according to the body size, weight, and shape of the AngelDream. Its hands are usually clawed if it's weapon is not in hand. It usually covers its body and private organs, ect. with black leather clothing. It wears chains and rings with pagan symbols and other such enhancements. Its hair lays long and sleek down to the small of its back, although it is retractable or elongate-able at its will.

The AngelSong:
The AngelSong is 6'6" tall and weighs in variable amounts. Its skin is of a brownish hue, its lips full and luscious, its irises of a brownish hue. It has a male body, but retractable wings protrude from its back with a wing span of 25". It usually wears nothing but leather briefs and its scabbard, allowing its muscular body to be seen. It has short, black, neck-length hair and sharp nails.

Louis:
What can be said? This human stands 5'7" tall and weighs approximately 220lbs. presently. In this form, the being is unable to change shape, weight, or height. It has a white skin tone and wild, black hair. It wears glasses made by Polo Classic which cost him a lot of United States-Earth-Plane(1998) monetary units in the 1997 form. It usually wears whatever is lying around, for fashion is a "Preppy" thing; thus, of no importance to its. Its irises are of a brownish color, but turn darker with Anger. It refuses to wear underwear since it is rather uncomfortable for "It". It works in a fast-food restaurant presently, but wishes to write and host/create web pages for a living. Louis is a bookworm, but when it comes between reading and working/playing with a computer, the electronic era always wins. It listens to several types of music, but understands that Lorena MacKenitt is the Goddess of Music in the non-Heavy Metal area and that Manowar are the Gods of Music in the Heavy Metal area.

AcidBlaze/AcidFire:
The AcidBlaze, also called the AcidFire is nothing but the Spirit of the AngelDream. It has no specific form or shape and weighs the same amount as the atoms it is made of at the time. Its vision is simply a flame with the Power of Telepathy. It can burn with a greater intensity than any flame, but can heal with all the Power of a God/dess. This being is simply the spirit of the AngelDream in a physical/viewable form.

Dedaimus/Adiemus:
Dedaimus, also known as Adiemus, is the Godly form of the AngelDream. The AngelDream becomes such a being when the AngelDream and the Cryptic Warrioresses's spirits and bodies become entangled into one. This can be reached in several different ways; all so that a fusion of either body or spirit will begin a step-by-step process towards perfect unity. In this form, there is no physical/visible object, for it is only a source of untapable Power.

These are the AngelDreams. The Dreaming Angel's bodily/spiritual/God-like forms.

Blessed be the AngelDream and the Cryptic Warrioresses.

Origins of Dreams

The AngelDream is a warrior of valor, one of grace, one of power and might. It is the protector of those whom it loves, it is a warrior which tracks down its enemies and destroys their wills and souls. It treasures friendship, love, cherishment, blessings of the heart, passion, sexual gratification, purity of love. It is the warrior of the darkness, the leather-clad bearer of a black flame, the one with the hunger for gratification. It is the AngelDream!

The name comes from a sacred source. Its origination, its own human self, knew of a special lady who was named Angel119. He grew close to this lady, and, in time, adopted the name for himself. The human self contributed the rise of the AngelSong. This being, AngelSong, became the angel's song, a poetic whisper in the night; a gothic sense of love and devotion, an appraisal of desired lust and purified passionate love. What the name represents is the song of an angel, poetic whispers of love and devotion to an angel.

Then came a dragon, fiery in her passion, wise in her ways; for, she was seeking love! She was named CelticDream. Growth and knowledge of family became a reality, and the AngelSong adopted the name AngelDream, after it's wonderful soul-mate. As this transformation took place, another transformation came about: the lady known as Angel119 became AngelicDream! Soon after, another arose from the darkness and became who is known as SweetDreams. The family was born. The Dreams were a reality, for once. Then, the CelticDream became the DragonDream... and the new dream was born! The AngelDream, the lover of passion, the dreamer of love... the Dark Angelic Warrior of Love and Devotion!... DragonDream, the queen of the Dragons, the Goddess of devotion, the fare maiden of personal prowess!... AngelicDream, the sister of love, the bearer of light and darkness, the Goddess of Sexual Indulgence!... SweetDreams, the sweet passion fruit, the loving sister of one's dreams, the Queen of Loving Dreams!...

Thus, is the story of the Dream... a dream, to be together, as a family forever... Ever bending, pain descending, always bending, never breaking!... 'Tis the Family of Dreams... and there is no equal in love!

Together, we make the story... of pain and denial, of passion and appraisal, of sexual prowess... a family, always bending, never breaking...

Always... together... in the mind and dream of the AngelDream...

The Angel's Song

Build a fire a thousand miles away
To light my long way home
I ride a comet, my trail is long to stay
Silence is a heavy stone
I fight the world
And take all they can give
There are times my heart hangs low
Born to walk against the wind
Born to hear my name
No matter where I stand I'm alone

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel

Burn the bridge behind you
Leave no retreat
There's only one way home
Those who laugh and crowd the path
And cut each other's throats
Will fall like melting snow
They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes
They'll bow their heads, their hearts will hang low
Then we'll laugh, and they will kneel
And know this heart of steel
Was too hard to break, to hard to hold

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel
BORN WITH A HEART OF STEEL!!!

Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel
Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel!!!

- Manowar, "Heart of Steel"

The Dark Warrior's Song

Brothers I am calling
From the valley of the kings
With nothing to atone.
A dark march lies ahead,
Together we will ride
Like thunder from the sky.
May your sword stay wet
Like a young girl in her prime.
Hold your hammers high!

Blood and death are waiting
Like a raven in the sky.
I was born to die.
Hear me while I live
As I look into your eyes.
None shall hear a lie.
Power and dominion are taken by the will,
By divine right, hail and kill!

Hail, Hail, Hail and Kill, Hail and Kill!
Hail, Hail, Hail and Kill, Hail and Kill!
My father was a wolf!
I'm a kinsman of the slain!
Sworn to rise again!
Now, I will bring salvation,
Punishment and pain.
The hammer of hate is our faith.
Power and dominion,
Are taken by the will,
By divine right, hail and kill!

Hail, Hail, Hail and Kill, Hail and Kill!
Hail, Hail, Hail and Kill, Hail and Kill!

Rip their flesh!!!
Burn their hearts!!!
Stab them in the eyes!!!
Rape their women as they cry!!!
Mu ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Kill their servants!!!
Burn their homes!!!
Till there's no blood left to spill!!!
Hail and Kill!!!
Power and dominion are taken by the will!!!
By divine right, Hail and Kill!!!

Hail, Hail, Hail and Kill, Hail and Kill!!!!

- Manowar, "Hail and Kill"

The Flame of the Angel's Song

I've got the Power to fly into the wind
The Power to be free, to die and live again
This Power's like Fire, Fire loves to burn
Make the world a grave of ashes in an urn
The Power of the Darkness to see without my sight
Walk among the living free of wrong and right
The Power of Magic, the Power of the spell
Not to serve in heaven, but one day rule in hell!

Power, The Power, The Power

This Power's greater than Love and of Hate
This is the Power of Will and of Fate
The Power to kill, the Power to feel
The Power of blood, the triumph of steel
Greater than the Power of a priest or a sinner
The Power to defy, to fight and be the winner
The Power of the Demons, Spirits I command
Always by my side to serve the Master's Plan

Power, The Power, The Power

None can fight the power, none can fight the Wind
Secrets of all Life and Death are carried there within
Call out the Power of the Darkness and Light
Have the Dominion of the Earth, be Lord of all Night
Kill all those who stand against you, look into their eyes
Drink their blood and laugh as they pay for all their lies
Piss upon their grave, then cast a final spell
Fly into the night, one day meet in Hell

Power, The Power, The Power

- Manowar, "The Power"

This is me, turning into the AngelDream

The AngelDream and the Cryptic Warrioresses shall voice the words of Love and Devotion