Gean was quietly waiting, sitting in Behemoth's huge hand. She looked up at the creature sadly, but forced a smile. "I dont think he's coming... I guess I shouldnt have left the fire place." She sighed and looked out across the field. She couldnt see Mordeth, but she could sense him and Nakir. "I wonder what they are doing."
Ezekiel saw a huge creature from afar. Strangely, for something so imposing, it didn't move alot. Getting closer to it, he withdrew its sword, just for caution. There was no doubt that it was a demonic beat of some sort. Looking in the palm of his open hand, he saw what he was looking for; Gean.
Putting the sword back to its side, he stepped on the ground near behemoths feet. Waiting.
Gean looked down and smiled wearily. The trip had taken a toll on her strength. She's never been without the ability to fly before. "Lower me if you can, my dear... Please if you'd be so kind." Behemoth complyed, knowing all to well who Gean was. Soon she was down at eye level with Ezekiel. "I thought for a moment you werent going to show."
Ezekiel looked at her, and a pure fire started to burn in him. It was the only thing that kept him from trying the feat he did in Hell.
''I wasn't sure I was also. But faith is stronger than any one of us, even Satan.''
She was beautiful, even in her weak state. But so small she was also. Being tired as she was, he wasn't going to ask her to transform bigger. And for the first time, he realized he had nothing very important to say to her. He just wanted to see her, to smell her scent in the air.
As he was doing this, he began to show white traits, in the hair and feathers.
''But alas, I think your owner already has your heart. And yet, here you are, without his knowledge I think.''
He brought his face closer to hers and knelt so that they were eyed to eyed.
''... Come with me... on my journeys...''
she doesnt know that mordeth likes her))
She blinked and shook her head slowly. "I cannot. I have to stay, for Ereshkigal will put out my flame with a flick of her wrist. I'd be hunted down if I went with you. My place is on the battle field." She sighed and stood up, slowly making her way to the edge of Behemoths hand. "I'm sorry... I came here hoping to thank you. But it seems you have bigger plans for me."
Ereshkigal quietly watched Gean from where she sat beside her husband. "You're angelic demon lives." She smiled faintly, her heart breaking yet again with what Gean said. "Wise choice my child."
Ezekiel, confused, understood now why he had been allowed to come back. It had transpired through her words. He stopped changing, returning to normal, with sadness in its eyes.
''Then I guess my place is on the battlefield also.''
He couldn't think of anything else to say for the moment, but looking at the fairy climbing, maybe, he thought, it would be the last time he could see her in such a time. Quickly, he stepped forward and turned the tiny fairy arround, before placing his lips on hers, feeling the warm feeling of fire inhabit him.
As soon as he did, he could here a scream of pain in the distance. Something was going on in the sky. A battle, he was sure of it. He withdrew himself from Gean's lips, with one caress of the tip of his fingers on her hair.
''I must go and see what is going on. You should return to your domain. If angels ever find you in this weak state, they will surely kill you. And I don't think you could escape death this time. If faith has allowed me to see you then, I believe we will meet again before the end. Say thank you to Ereshkighal for what she has shown me. There is still alot I do not understand, but there is time. Flying away, he turned one last time towards Gean:
'' If I can, I will find a way to free you from your oath's grasp. Farewell.''
Flying away, he withdrew yet again his sword. This time he was going to use it. As he approached the field, his heart felt anger like never before. As he just became a peon on a chessboard? Was he becoming the only thing he didn't want to become? Corrupted, red eyes, black monstrous feather, he came closer. He was going to show why he was feared by all. He was going to show what he was trained to do. Somebody will die.
Salmo slowly stood. His dark blood dripping on the forest floor and steaming when it hit the ground. He hobbled away from the fight, then turned around and took out his bow. Kaiisura and Saizure were both concentrating on the dragon, serg. Using all the strength he had left in his nearly torn off arm, He pulled back on the quiver and shot an arrow right for Kaiisure's head, then collapsed.
Ezekiel arrived at the scene. A bloody scene indeed. He quickly thought. It was truly an angel against demon battle.
He felt uneasy. And then he saw Mordeth. He was wounded, but still standing and ready to fight. With a grin that decided the side he was going to take on today.
''Gean's master. It's your lucky day''. His heart was full of jelousy. He would have wanted to be him, but wasn't. Instead he was a miserable half-bred. But today, he would show the true power of this combination, and of his bloodline. He will show the power of his curse.
Flying fast, he positionned himself in front of what seemed to be, no doubt on second thought, a female archangel that was going after Modreth. And so Ezekiel spoke.
''Archangel, stop. You are a fool if you move closer. Then again, I should enjoy such defiance.''
His eyes were red, but it was too much. Teeth began growing on the sides of his mouth. There was very few angel in him at that time.
Looking back, he yelled at Modreth in demonic tone:
'' You should get going where you came from. You are not of any use in this battle right now, and I think someone is waiting for you there.''
Facing the archangel again, his sword lifted, he waited.
A cloaked figure stood far off from the battle field. Standing on its edge, he gazed watchfully, carefully. A black sentinel upon a crimson plain. It was hard to tell his intentions, the ground that supported him seem to bend away from him. But no death or life emanated from him, simply nothingness. Stillness began to radiate from him. It infected the air, the ground, the bodies the blood. The weapons seemed to glisten and yet they were devoid of the beauty that once adorned their battle hilts. It now was spreading quickly, booming from him like an explosion of epic proportions. The breeze that was blowing gently now stood completely still. The sounds of life were hushed and the only noise to be heard, was the high pitched sound that comes with the unsheathing of a sword.
Ezekiel stopped. He faced to his right. Could it be? Another half-bred. No impossible, he would have felt it before. But it was.
Ezekiel lost the will to fight at that moment. He turned his head and said to the archangel:
''Go home now. Your life has been spared on this day''.
His sword at air still, he advanced to the creature, losing his red eyes and black feathers, returning to a mixed gray. There was no doubt, the feeling of nothingless arround it, it had to be an half-bred. Responding to this vibe, Ezekiel reproduced the nothingless. Where the two powers hit, a blackhole of dark and sorrow seemed to be visible.
''Who are you, what are you doing here?''
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel stopped. He faced to his right. Could it be? Another half-bred. No impossible, he would have felt it before. But it was.
Ezekiel lost the will to fight at that moment. He turned his head and said to the archangel:''Go home now. Your life has been spared on this day''.
His sword at air still, he advanced to the creature, losing his red eyes and black feathers, returning to a mixed gray. There was no doubt, the feeling of nothingless arround it, it had to be an half-bred. Responding to this vibe, Ezekiel reproduced the nothingless. Where the two powers hit, a blackhole of dark and sorrow seemed to be visible.
''Who are you, what are you doing here?''
Metatron pointed his unsheathed sword towards Ezekiel, maintaining his stance but not the nothingness anymore. As he receded his calling, the nature around him seemed to return to their natural inclination. But he lowered not his hood choosing not to recognize this hybrid. His voice seemed to be the manifestation of the same loneliness from the black hole. It possessed it's own echo that seemed to grow louder and louder and fade away with each finished word. "Though the hybrid feels just as Metatron, the hybrid do not keep his appearance. Why does the hybrid switch between the hypocrite angels and the cowardice devils?"
Mordeth glared at Ezekiel but looked at the new creature "what the Hell is going on? both of you, leave. and you, child, stay away from Gean. if you go near her again, Behemoth will take your soul or whatever is left of it." he looked at Behemoth and Gean and felt his heart warm a bit.
Behemoth growled as he watched the child walk away. he didn't like him, just like his master didn't. his body shook with anger and hunger for the flesh on the child. he stood still, his horned head, watching the battle afar.
Satan smiled "he's getting himself into more than he can bite. that battle is just Mordeth and Nakir, no one else. i'll be damned if Mordeth doesn't kill him." he laughed "i guess the child still thinks he's related to us. thats enough to make an army laugh."
Ezekiel turned his head towards Mordreth:
''I will let you fight her, if it is your will, Prince of Demons, and will let you go to Gean, for she will surely be safer with you. But do not think for one minute, firing dog, that you can put me down as if I were a worm. You have not met any half-bred before, and so I will forgive your ignorance. But do not underestimate what hundreds of demons have underestimated before you. You would find the rest of your life's taste bitter, so short it would last''.
He then turned back to the other half-bred.
Ezekiel recognized this poetic tone of voice. It was the same tone he used during his youth. His parents asked him not to speak in such a way for it confuses more than it helps understand. But seeing how this other half-bred used it, it must be a characteristic of the mixed between races.
It came back to him,, and he knew he would understand.
''From the blackness of the sea derived two seeds, combining to a single spot of light. The agitated sea then covered, nothing left but a memory. A balance cannot be found in such recklessness as storming waves. The bloodline of my father, powerful it is, and keeps me from the one single light I am seeking. Once I do, master myself I shall. But neither I am a coward nor an hypocrite.''
Ezekiel acknowledged the creature standing in front of him. No doubt in his mind this creature knew much of the torture of this world. Perhaps more than Ezekiel even. But Ezekiel knew better where torture and pain brought the world. He has seen it in Nex's tunnel.
''Have you come here to fight? Mph, probably not. Then perhaps to show me another way?''
Ezekiel eased himself, and allowed himself to drop his guard.
Moredtn growled and looked Ezekiel "so what if your a half-breed. i can care less of what you are. and Behemoth can kill you as easily as killing an pathetic angel. now speaking of pathetic angels." he looked over at Nakir and smiled "now, maybe we can fight without anymore interuptions. i would love to kill you now." his blades raised once more, ready to attack
Seeing that the half-bred in front of him was in a trace, Ezekiel figured since he had that sometimes, he turned to look at the duel who would take place. And then his eyes set on Behemot. No, Modreth was right. He couldn't kill him. Gean liked the pet. However, he knew a way to stop this... thing... to accomplish the bidding of his master, at least for a time. That would give him enough time to do his work here, without the constant threat of fighting the beast.
With a quick set of wings, he flew right at Behemoth, sword up.
Mordeth turned around and threw his pentagram at Ezekiel "i told you to leave! now suffer!" he watched as the pentagram slice through the wings on Ezekiel
Behemoth growled, closing his hand over Gean gently. he would attack the child if he got uo and attacked again. he knew what was happening but was smarter than the average demon
Originally posted by XvampbenjiiX666
Mordeth turned around and threw his pentagram at Ezekiel "i told you to leave! now suffer!" he watched as the pentagram slice through the wings on EzekielBehemoth growled, closing his hand over Gean gently. he would attack the child if he got uo and attacked again. he knew what was happening but was smarter than the average demon
A strange looking cube shot before Mordeth's pentagram and encircled Ezekiel. The cube bound itself to Ezekiel and reconstructed his wings as well as imbued him with a sense of power unlike any other.
Above Ezekiel hovered Metatron who fell upon Behemoth with such a speed and force it wavered Ezekiel in mid flight. He plunged sword first into Behemoth's shoulder cratering the ground beneath the animal's foot. Metatron shot straight back up ripping and tearing at the animal's foreleg forcing him to kneel on his wound. By this time his robe had fallen back several hundred yards to reveal a red winged creature that was smoking jet black fumes. "The beast is yours Hybrid. Do be careful." He turned his sword towards Mordeth glaring at him threateningly, "Count your losses coward. You would be wise to return another day with more competent companions," he pointed his sword towards Behemoth that was snarling and yelping in response to both his newly acquired wound and his new oncoming enemy: Ezekiel. "What a pity, even demons do not hold compassion for their most loyal beasts."
Beautifully executed was the play by the half-bred. Ezekiel loved to see another one being capable of performing such feats only he thought he could master.
But the magic cube was not need for now. Ezekiel blocked the transformation to make wings and threw it back to the owner.
''Thank you my friend, but to finish this beast, another way is needed.''
With a grin, Ezekiel used the gravity force to fasten its speed towards Behemoth. The sword of his father pointed directly in front of him. With all his lenght, he looked like a spear. But this time he didn't turn corrupted.
Out of respect for the half-bred creature standing back. He looked like he had such self control, while Mandos still had trouble containing both his blood lineage inside him to a fixed level. Perhaps it was his greatest weakness for now, but perhaps he could use it to strenghen himself.
As he was but a few meters away from Behemoth, the creature looked ready to attack. At the last moment, Ezekiel compressed himself, leaning back, forcing two new wings to regenerate where the old ones were cut off. Only traces of blood were evidence that he had them cut. With a tap of the wings he barely missed Behemoth's claws, which instead of flesh, found sweat of pain and effort. But that risk had to be taken.
Another claw came in his direction, and he tried to cut it. The attempt failed, the beast had just started to fly. Finally he moved to where he wanted to go, right beneath the beast. Using his wings to push himself high, with a stroke out of the point of the sword, he plundged the blade in his belly. He then had to move fast. Using the blade as a channel, he pushed forward into the beast a power, a black hole of sorrow.
Ezekiel was not used to perform this technique in such a way. That creature was monstrous. The energy that it took to render the beast incapable of fighting was incredible.
Ezekiel now looked at Modreth with an air of triumph.
''I hope you win this fight, Modreth, so that you bring news to Satan of my return, and how well I am. I could cut Behemoth's throat where it stands, but he did nothing to me I didn't provoke myself. Beware, oh demon, a devil's weakness is pride. Letting it take hold of him will conduct to death. Satan will know soon enough.''
Thinking about Satan's wife, he wondered if she would be willing to help him. But first he had to find a way to see her again.
