Behemoth got up and grabbed Metatron with his teeth, thrashing his head about
Mordeth smiled "my creature is my second being i hold dear to me. now if would kindly let us be for now. i don't need anymore business with you half breeds." he nodded and Behemoth let Metatron go and limped slowly away with Gean still in his clawed hand
Originally posted by Mandos
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 blodd 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 appear where the old one 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.
''That beast has incredible power. I can't falter now, or it will be the end.''
Another claw came in his direction, and he tried to cut it. The attempt failed. It seemed the armor was impenetrable. Finally he moved to where he wanted to go, right beneath the beast. 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. It took nest deep inside Behemoth, rendering him paralysed for some time. He just had time to get out of under it before it crumbled down.
Ezekiel was not used to perform this technique in such a way. He found himself weak, exhausted, when combined with the regeneration. 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.
Ezekiel then changed to his etherreal form, a form which only the other half-bred had access. Flying back next to him, he decided to join him in his trance. Ezekiel closing his eyes, he then tried to make contact with the thoughts of the creature that ressembled him so much.
Ezekiel's mind was meet with emptiness, Metatron would not let him. "Do not be so bold hybrid, to believe that because of Metatron's love you are now my friend." His speech wavered to becoming personal, a sign that the hybrid before him was not as he seemed, "No," he sighed extending his hand out to catch the robe that had flown to him by his command, "the hybrid is still both angel and demon. Until you see that there are not two, but one, you will never be capable of holding my thoughts." He turned towards Ezekiel and placed his right hand upon his chest. A warming burning feeling glowed beneath his palm and when he removed it, the cube was tattooed upon his chest.
This time when he spoke, he spoke with a tone much different then the one before. This voice was compassionate and full of life, unlike the empty voice that met Ezekiel before, "You may remove this whenever you will. But once it is removed, it will never touch your skin again. When you have found the balance between both worlds, place your hand upon your chest and I will come to you." He lowered his hand and suddenly the emptiness began to permeate from him once again, "though Metatron calls you stranger, you are still my brother." And with that he fell straight down into the surface becoming intangible and disappearing out of sight.
Ezekiel looked at his chest, and saw the cube placed there. Strange, he thought. No doubt Metatron was his elder. He would show him of a way, but would not guide him to it. Ezekiel thought about it, and decided to keep the cube. The power that Metatron used against Behemoth was considerable. Ezekiel wanted to use that power, but without having to switch to his dark side.
He underestimated the power of Behemoth, who started to rise. With the knuckle of his sword, he bashed it into Behemoth's facem rendering him unconscious again.
Lost in his thoughts, he let the intangibility take him as he fell in the ground. There would be training to do, and he knew exactly where he could get it.
''Goodbye Gean'', he said as the last piece of his head entered the ground.
Arriving to a place he forgot long since past. His house. 104 years since the last time he came here. There was the place.
Entering the house, he sat there, eyes closed. In this state, a day in the outside would seem like hundreds of years in his head. He had underestimated one thing in all his training; his past. It was now time to aknowlege it. Sitting in nothingless he began his meditation, and felt the parts of him, demon and angel, linking eachother inside its body. It was a start. Every minute he meditated, the cube on his stomach was burning harder. And that's how he knew he was doing the right thing. It seemed the cube was sensible to the linked demon-angel threads in one's body. He understood. The cube was meant to call Metatron in this state of mind. It all made sense.
"the hybrid is still both angel and demon. Until you see that there are not two, but one, you will never be capable of holding my thoughts."..........
Metatron had given him more hints than any other, combined with what Ezekiel saw in Hell's wall, something changed in him.
One thought came to his mind. There is no angels nor demons. There is only one. That was it!
The war was not a war, but a fratricid massacre.
Tears came down Ezekiel's eyes, as something he never felt before happened.
There was no more blackness in him, nor angelic thoughts. There was one, a whole new different being, but the same has the two others.
Ezekiel woke up, and looked at himself. He was not who he was before. The demon and angel traits were not seperated on his body anymore. They combined. As his power. He went outside. Maybe two days had passed. But he felt old, very old. But yet full of life. With a grin, he touched the cube. He knew who would come next. He knew now that he could call him brother.
As he waited for Metatron, he found that he was now able to create those cubes. Except for him, they were spheres. He had to see some people. He had to make them understand what he had just understood.
<<writer's block, so forgive me in advance if this one sucks>>
Shadow awoke, his whole head pounding, covered in a cold sweat. He wasn't sure what had happened, only that at some point as he waited in his chambers, he had fallen unconscious.
Damn. Hope they didn't need me in the field... Of course, I was instructed to wait here until otherwise noted, so...
He stood, walking in a broad circle around the room, slowly. Never before had they waited so long to exact a punishment on him for something. Was he in deeper than he realized? Perhaps he had been forgotten?
Of course not. This is Hell. Never is a punishment forgotten. Especially for the likes of me. I'm no better than the sulfur beneath my boots.
Kaiisura turned around, but just a little to late as the arrow shot throught her chest, pinning her to a tree. She screamed in agonizing pain as she struggled with what little strength she had to pull the arrow out of her chest. "M'lady!" Saizure exclaimed. blood flowed strongly out of her chest and she cried in pain. tears were followed by her cries of pain. "M'lady you have to stop! you'll only kill yourself." Saizure said. "I will die if I must, it is better to find out from Iofiel (i think i spelled it wrong lol) herself on what happened to her and that demon... I have no purpose here." Kaiisura said in between sobs and screams of terrible pain. Saizure became angry as he looked at Serg. "LEAVE HERE AT ONCE!!!! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE AT A TIME LIKE THIS! LEAVE US BE!" Saizure exclaimed. Kaiisura still struggled with the arrow, causing more blood to rush out of her chest.
(huh that is a lot like Iofel isn't it? I didn't think of that.) Salmo looked up to see if he had hit his mark and grinned evilly but didn't have the strength to get up. 'looks like I only have one target left' he thought to himself.' He began to sneakily crawl away hoping to avoid Saizure and see how the fight between Mordeth and Nakir was coming along.
Shadow grew impatient with waiting. If they wanted to punish him, he'd take it later, and would at least make the effort worth their while. Slipping out of his chambers, he snuck out through the gates of Hell, his eyes full of mischief and mayhem. He would hunt out that wreckless angel and finish her off, and then, perhaps, he would no longer feel as he did toward her.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind and he reached the outdoors than he saw the angel herself, pinned to a tree by an arrow, as well as some beast at her side and a newcomer he was unfamiliar with. His eyes still mischievious, he wandered over, surveying her situation.
"Hmph... And I thought I had bad luck. Don't try to get free. It makes the wound worse. Besides, it's not an honorable death if you kill yourself. You'll end up like me." He turned to the other. "I'll deal with you in a moment. You see, if anyone's killing this particular angel, it will be me, and on my terms."
He drew his sword, Kiryu, and sliced the arrow from her chest, all in one fluid motion. "You there, beast..." He never turned his gaze from the enemy as he addressed Saizure. "Get her out of here. There's a mountain peak nearby that should prove quite useful for hiding her, as well as some herbs you can use for treating her wounds. Stay there until I get to the peak, otherwise, you could both die on the way out."
He smirked at the enemy, sword at the ready. "Let us dance..."
(I was the one who shot her.. not sure why everyone is all over darkxbox) He turned one last time and noticed the commander Shadow cutting the arrow and freeing her. He was filled with rage and confusion and thrust himself on to his feet. "What are you doing!" he yelled at the demon who had just saved his target from certain death.
<<noticed that and edited it. my bad. shall watch more carefully next time>>
Shadow smirked. He was nervous, and his face had been clearly visible as he'd saved the angel. He would, for sure, be executed... Were he ever found out, that is. "Like I said, if anyone's killing her, it's gonna be me. She's escaped me twice in battle, and no one's ever done that before. I will have her head before anyone else."
Kaiisura was mezmorized by him, she had never seen the demon this close up before. "steady heart, stop your infernal beating..." she mumbled. Saizure grabbed Kaiisura but turned to the demon, "That dragon didn't do this... it was demon who you just let escape... his name was Salmo, he was sent by Satan himself to destroy the arch angel, Nakir. But because of another demon he turned his persuit to Kaiisura, my master." Saizure said. "Hush! Saizure... please..." Kaiisura said looking down with pain in her eyes. "Yes M'lady..." Saizure said as he led Kaiisura off to the moutain the demon had told him to go to. Once there Saizure did like the demon said and treated Kaiisura's wounds. "You'll feel better later M'lady... do you trust this demon?" Saizure asked. "No... but I..." kaiisura stopped herself. "Love him? your just like Iofiel, she didn't trust Shagrath either but she loved him and was confused as to why as well." Saizure replied with a smile. (i shall be online tommorrow.)
Originally posted by IvyTetskomi(Salmo was assigned to kill Kaiisura too.)
Kaiisura was mezmorized by him, she had never seen the demon this close up before. "steady heart, stop your infernal beating..." she mumbled. Saizure grabbed Kaiisura but turned to the demon, "That dragon didn't do this... it was demon who you just let escape... his name was Salmo, he was sent by Satan himself to destroy the arch angel, Nakir. But because of another demon he turned his persuit to Kaiisura, my master." Saizure said. "Hush! Saizure... please..." Kaiisura said looking down with pain in her eyes. "Yes M'lady..." Saizure said as he led Kaiisura off to the moutain the demon had told him to go to. Once there Saizure did like the demon said and treated Kaiisura's wounds. "You'll feel better later M'lady... do you trust this demon?" Saizure asked. "No... but I..." kaiisura stopped herself. "Love him? your just like Iofiel, she didn't trust Shagrath either but she loved him and was confused as to why as well." Saizure replied with a smile. (i shall be online tommorrow.)
Originally posted by Kumori Okami"What! Ereshkegal specifically assigned me to kill her. I will not let you take my mark, just like I will not let Mordeth take my other one. Don't get in my way sir, or I will be forced to kill." Salmo felt uneasy about having to fight a demon, but it was obvious that Shadow had other thoughts on his mind than just killing her. He heard what Shadow had said to Kaiisura and saw him give her healing herbs. He was in no condition to fight, but he pulled his cleaver from its sheathe anyways.
<<noticed that and edited it. my bad. shall watch more carefully next time>>Shadow smirked. He was nervous, and his face had been clearly visible as he'd saved the angel. He would, for sure, be executed... Were he ever found out, that is. "Like I said, if anyone's killing her, it's gonna be me. She's escaped me twice in battle, and no one's ever done that before. I will have her head before anyone else."
Nakir's eye twitched, hearing Kiiasura's screams. "Not her.... I shouldnt have left her alone." She closed her eyes and raised her blade. "ENOUGH! Attack me if you dare! You've been standing there for fifteen minutes threatening to end my life. Make your move or I'm leaving. I have better things to do!"
Gean shivered in Behemoths hand. She was scared, and all of Behemoths flashing around from Ezekiel's attack was making her sick. Finally she pulled herself free from Behemoths hand, dropping to the ground below. "Leave me be. You've caused me much discomfort... Go back to hell."
Ereshkigal sighed and watched the battle. "This must end... And I have an idea." She grinned and disappeared, reappearing on the field in front of Gean. Gently she picked up the Fairy. "Gean, my child of fire and ash... I bestow upon you the gift of white flame." Gean looked wearily up at her. "Why?" Ereshkigal grinned. "Grow my child." Gean nodded and grew. "Along with he white flame I give you the temporary body of the fallen angel Iofiel. Use it to deceive Nakir... Once you are close enough... Kill her." Gean gasped and fell to her knees, her body and clothes slowly changing into what Iofiel was last wearing. Slowly she rose and looked sadly at Ereshkigal. "But Mordeth will return to hell to find me missing." Ereshkigal sighed and nodded. "He will come to us asking what we have done with you. Now go my child. Remember who you are." Gean nodded and slowly made her way towards the battle, her white light of angels blinding to any in the area. Surly she would draw attention.
Ereshikigal returned home beside Satan. "She will die... If they do not kill her, then I will do it myself... She will pay for meeting with this Ezekiel man again."
Originally posted by A Dose Of Vraya
(Salmo was assigned to kill Kaiisura too.)
"What! Ereshkegal specifically assigned me to kill her. I will not let you take my mark, just like I will not let Mordeth take my other one. Don't get in my way sir, or I will be forced to kill." Salmo felt uneasy about having to fight a demon, but it was obvious that Shadow had other thoughts on his mind than just killing her. He heard what Shadow had said to Kaiisura and saw him give her healing herbs. He was in no condition to fight, but he pulled his cleaver from its sheathe anyways.
Shadow lowered his head. "It's not a question of who was assigned to what execution. It's simply a matter of war ethic. No good soldier can live with himself knowing that a mark has gotten away twice. There's no bloody way I'm letting someone else kill my mark after that many escapes, as few as they may seem to you." He raised it again, a look of satisfaction in his eye, finding it quite easy to explain things off just as he had been trying to convince himself the same earlier.
"So strike at me if you can, though you look as though you're on the precipice of death yourself. Do you really want to risk going up against me?"
He hesitated, knowing that his ever-growing list of mutinous offenses could not stand up to killing someone who had been sent on a bounty, especially after directly interfering like that. It would be hard enough to explain why he had saved an angel, no less one that was in direct line of fire and as good as dead. He was in trouble, no doubt. Unless he killed this other... this Salmo... Then there would be no witnesses...
"No of course I do not wish to fight you commander, but Satan will have my head if I do not kill Kaiisura myself. You have to step down...please" Salmo pleaded making a huge scene with his cleaver hand while reaching for a knife with his other, his arm was starting to recover from Saizure's attack. It was one of the strengths of his demon blood. Whether Shadow stepped down or not, he would die for this mutiny.
"Please." he said again before roaring and lashing throwing the poisoned blade.
Originally posted by Mandos
Ezekiel woke up, and looked at himself. He was not who he was before. The demon and angel traits were not seperated on his body anymore. They combined. As his power. He went outside. Maybe two days had passed. But he felt old, very old. But yet full of life. With a grin, he touched the cube. He knew who would come next. He knew now that he could call him brother.As he waited for Metatron, he found that he was now able to create those cubes. Except for him, they were spheres. He had to see some people. He had to make them understand what he had just understood.
Metatron came not in a blast, but a whisper. He stood before Ezekiel in the regular dark robe and seemed to be completely still in all his humility. The cube was cold now. But it was not painful to bear. A bittersweet coolness that brought him the feeling of both worlds, "Does the hybrid understand why there is nothing worth fighting for? Why the angels are hypocrites and the demons are cowards? The angels spoke of compassion and love once, where only the greatest of them rose a sword by the request of God. But he is no demon hunter, but man's protector. Were the demons not ones who found refuge in God? But they fell out of ignorance and fight out of fear. They are as they are by their wills. And things are as they are because neither of the two sides will to recognize the other."
Metatron pulled out a piece of paper that was written in strange glyphs. At first the words were strange, but suddenly the feeling of completion that once filled Ezekiel ran through his blood once more. The words blurred until they were legible and read, "Before there was anything, before there was light and darkness, there was ONE. From ONE came all things. From ONE came harmony between the light and darkness. From ONE came balance between life and lifelessness. From ONE came all things, and all things came into being from ONE." Metatron let go of the scroll and it hovered between the two of them, and for a while there was peace between the two.
"Metatron wishes to know the hybrids desire," he tilted his head towards the right as a piece of his cheek could be seen through the hood. "Metatron is now one with the hybrid..."he paused lowering his head to correct himself, "I am now one with Ezekiel." He removed his hood to still reveal his face that although was still red, was no longer intimidating. He lacked that smokey appearance he had before, and instead presented himself a fixed physical entity before Ezekiel. His robe was black but Ezekiel could see writing along the corners of the fabric. Several black lines extended up his neck that upon further inspection revealed to be the end parts of some tattoo. However the robe covered all but above his neck so to Ezekiel it looked as though thin fingers were reaching out from within his garment.
Metatron gazed at Ezekiel for a moment before looking down and awaited his response.
Orapel awoke in the middle of a dark green forest. A gentle breeze swept over him and he grunted ecstatically as he got up and looked around and listened to the birds sing.
Suddenly from the other side of the field a fire started and tore after him like a red wave and a gigantic red dragon flew after him blowing flames hoping to scorch him. He ran as fast as he could away from them then on the horizon stood a demonic assassin who shot an arrow at him he looked down at his chest but it had gone right through him and in to the chest of the angel scout with the same soul as Iofel, Kaiisura and her companion saizure roared in anger and misery. He kept running past the assassin past it all until he was out of the forest.
Once out he was in a clearing where he saw two warriors, an angel and a demon swordfighting in what seemed would be an eternal battle. On closer examination he realized that the angel was Nakir and he could feel that the demon was very powerful but and though he had a cold heart, Orapel could detect the warmth of love. Suddenly a small being made of pure fire and evil jumped out of his heart and roared menacingly.
He kept running until everything was still. Everything was silent. He detected something ancient and powerful, but also hostile.
It made him uneasy so he kept running until he found a cave that was enshrouded in darkness and mystery...a place where nothing could be foretold. There he saw the angel of death, and a traveling companion who seemed to be half-angel, and half-demon. There was a glow about the companion that confused Orapel. Then, Orapel was elevated through the air at alarming speeds. He started to scream as the wind tore at his flesh up through the clouds, on top of a mountain and even further...further...further until his skin began to fall off of his body.
"AHHHHH!" Orapel awoke sweating. One thing was for certain. Shat was going down on earth and he was needed. He said a quick prayer for good fortune on his travels, then took his greatsword and bow and took flight without another word.
(sorry if I missed anyone's character, I tried to get them all. KoB yours was the silence part)