A Lover's War: Heaven Vs. Hell (rp)

Nakir screamed as the doctor yanked a shard from Gean's blade from her spine. She bit her lip and dug her nails into the wood of her chair. "VERG! I want that fairy dead! Kill her! I want to use her head as an eraser or my pencil!" She let out another painful cry of agony and rage. "She will pay for bringing such shame to the name Iofiel! Along with all of hell! If they want to play dirty then I'm game." She grinned, rather evilly for an angel, and dug her nails deeper into the already splintering wood.

Originally posted by DangerousBeauty
When shadow looked over at surg, assuming that he would once surg started talking, Gean quietly took flight. She flew fast, batting her wings at a speed even a humming bird couldnt match. "I'm coming Sir... I wont let him take you.. I wont let death take either of you from me!" She arrived... But it was too late. Both lay side by side. She flew over and landed between them, checking each for signs of life. Ezekiel was worse off then Mordeth, who was on the edge of consciousness. She sighed and went to Ezekiel, laying a burning hand onto his major wounds. Her flame would stop the bleeding, and help the healing process along. Then she moved to Mordeth, slowly making her way to where he would be able to see her. She wanted him to see her tears. "Mordeth... You will stop this madness... You will stop it at once!.. You idiot! You bastard!" Her voice cracked and tears ran from her eyes like a river. She shook her head and hugged his arm, burying her face so he wouldnt see her tears. "Look at what you have done Mordeth... You've brought shame to hell... You brought shame to me and Shagrath..." She pulled her face away from his arm and screamed at him. "IS THIS WHAT HE WOULD HAVE WANTED MORDETH?! IS THIS HOW THE LEADER OF HELLS ARMY SHOULD ACT?!"

A hard thump struck Gean on the head. The woman had risen from her hiding place at the screaming of this fairy. "Hush, they are resting now. Your healing abilities are not needed, I have taken care of them." She turned to look at the two bodies that were in a deep rest to recover all the lost energy. She sighed for she knew the wheels of fate were turning and prayed that death would pull through to keep the balance in check.

Originally posted by DangerousBeauty
Nakir screamed as the doctor yanked a shard from Gean's blade from her spine. She bit her lip and dug her nails into the wood of her chair. "VERG! I want that fairy dead! Kill her! I want to use her head as an eraser or my pencil!" She let out another painful cry of agony and rage. "She will pay for bringing such shame to the name Iofiel! Along with all of hell! If they want to play dirty then I'm game." She grinned, rather evilly for an angel, and dug her nails deeper into the already splintering wood.

Ezekiel stood up slowly. He saw Mordreth still on the ground. He was a bit dizzy, but recovered his strengh faster than the demon, or so it seemed. Sheavin Taker of Souls, he looked at the woman who had helped him.

''I guess you are the woman Metatron has spoken to me about''.

He felt considerably weaker. As if something has left him. When he looked, he saw the cube was gone from inside him. Metatron no longer was one with Ezekiel.
At first he felt anger. But then nothing. Metatron was gone, but while he was inside him he thought Ezekiel wisom, and that could not be taken from him. He would have plenty of time to rebuild his strengh. He knew what he was capable when Metatron was in him. Metatron gave him sudden power, catalysing his full power. Now thet he was gone, he would have to train to get it back. But he knew what power he had inside, if it was practiced to its fullest potential. He would become stronger, soon, he knew it and felt it.

As he turned he saw Gean on the ground, unconscious. He took her in his arms and faced the ols woman. But she was gone. She dissapeared right in front of him. Opening his wings, he flew away with Gean, leaving Mordreth on the ground.

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He arrived at Sicilia. His home. He gently laid Gean on the bed, and went outside. Waiting for her to wake, he started focusing on his training. It wasn't a question of strengh, it was a question of knowledge. As he medidated, he saw himself, weak, and with another self, the strong he was when united to Metatron. They started fighting. Revealing its true power, Ezekiel fought this battle in his head as the weak, and with every moement, learned and grew stronger. At this rate, he thought, he could become even more than what he had lost. If he was able to beat Metatron in his mind, he could become stronger. It would take the tim it takes.

serg landed on the roof of a building near ezekial's house. "i hate chases..." he muttered and jumped one final time to land near ezekial. the ground shuddered and kicked up dust as he blsted upwards to ezekials roof and slammed down. he turned and peered over the edge, watching ezekial train. "foolish shadow, can't even hold a fairy for 5 minutes."

Nakir looked up at him with fire in her eyes as she felt the first stitch of the doctors needle pierce her flesh. "I dont know. I'm an angel not a mind reader. Search the world for the energy of a half breed. Find him and you'll find the fairy."

Gean awoke and looked over at Ezekiel. He was busy meditating. Quietly she flew over and curled up in his lap, drifting slowly back to sleep.

''Welcome,Serg''.

Ezekiel pronounced his name in his head, but did not move.

''Come sit next to me, and touch my hand. There is something I wish to share with you''.

As Gean, came on his lap, there was a small, visible smile that emerged out of his lips.

She smiled and laughed softly, seeing the smile slowly come across his face. She flew up and gently kissed these smiling lips before returning to her place in his lap.

serg landed lightly next to ezekiel. he crouched and peered at gean, moving to touch the half breeds hand. he was careful to manuever his claws so as not to cut anything off.

As Darkbox touched his hands, a mental connexion between both unfloded. Ezekiel showed the battle he had with Mordreth, as if serg were him. And then a start to the fight he was having against Metatron.

And as fast as it came, it stopped. Ezekiel stood up.

''You did good, serg, I thank you for protecting Gean. I have no doubt you would have done anything you could.''

Creating a golden sphere, he gave it to serg.

''There will be a short time when I will call for your help again. When that time comes, you will feel the sphere start burning. Until them, you are free to stay here or go. If you saty, I could train you,as I train myself. The golden angels fighting in my vision, I beleive if I can win against the strong one, I would have completed my training and be as strong as I ever could. Perhaps I could even take on Satan. Only time will tell...''

Anyhow, Serg's company was appreciated, especially for one who have lived alone such as Ezekiel.

Saying that, he entered the house holding Gean. He knew the old woman. He kew her but didn't know her. She was there to unleash his power, to train him for what would have to come. He felt it. He let waves of psychic ebnergy flow everywhere arround him. If the lady wished to see him again, she could easily follow them to this house. But until then he needed to rest.

''Thank you, Metatron, for what you have tought me, and what I still need to be thought.''

Putting Gean on the bed, he kissed her passionately. Looking at her, his eyes said, expressed what Ezekiel wanted from her next.

serg stood, holding the golden sphere in his claws. he thought about the offer, but then thought back to kaisura and shadow, and the danger they were still in from salmo and saizure. he stepped into ezekiel's home crouching with his back against a wall, thinking over things. he did'nt care that he could no longer return to hell, and that he was no longer excepted by even those demons who fought alongside him not just as allies, but as friends. he stared at the golden orb, the fire in his eyes flashing forward...

and then he was gone. sitting back in the clearing next to shadow watching kaisura cry in her sleep. he sighed and spit flame into the fire to keep it going. "if only..." and then he was silent.

Mordeth woke up, shaking his head. "what the **** happened? where the Hell did that bastard go? and was Gean here?" he recalled the screaming voice of his lost love and remembered feeling her tears on his arm. he somehow remembered that the half-breed took her from him again. he got up, feeling drained but still able to kill anything. he felt his fury engulf his calm state, but no evil. he sheathed both of his scimitars and growled in backwards latin, Satan's language "Satan would approve of this. he would love for me to kill anything that has a life or leads a life of lies...just like those angels and that bastard half-breed. does that answer your question Gean? DOES IT?!?!" he quickly ran up the mountainside, stumbling every now and then due to exhaustion. he called Behemoth, whom came as fast as lightning. Mordeth climbed on the great beast back and ran into the clouds of heaven again, ready to kill more than he has on earth

Gean smiled up at him and changed her form into her larger size. With a flick of her hand the candles went out. Quietly she pulled him down to her to give him what he wanted.

O.O ))

The morning was fresh. Ezekiel came out of the hut. As he'd expected, serg wasn't there anymore. But he would see him again.

He trained all day yesterday, and already felt closer to the power Metatron had shown him, what he could master. At this rate he thought, he would be able to get back what he had lost. But what about becoming stronger than that? He was an equal match to Mordreth. But how could he beat Satan?
And then he thought. Maybe no one is meant to defeat Satan. Perhapd balance can be found in another way?.

As he came back in the house he sat next to Gean, caressing her hair. He felt closer to her as ever. It was clear in his mind, he would never leave her side.

Mordeth pulled his blades out of an angel's back, the 30th one he killed in a matter of minutes. he laughed "i'm surprised the alarms haven't been risen yet!" as he got don yelling it, the alarms set off, shouts and yells of confusion came from the other side of the gates. "well, its about time i have my fun. now, Behemoth, charge the gate and break it down!" he watched the great beast run through without trouble and smiled. Mordeth ran through it also, slaughtering all those in his way, children, women, and men. soldiers and scouters alike. there was no remorse in his thoughts, to him they all deserved to die. all that stayed here. all. "bring your worst you bastards! i kill for myself. and not my God, the real God!" he laughed and slaughtered many

(( actually, the gate would be able to withhold anything short of satan... 👿 ))

((hey hey hey...Behemoth, ok maybe but the keys were still in there. oh snap!))

he has a point.. pluss did you not understand that you were almost dead a few minutes ago? hun you cant kill all of the angels... it just isnt possible. besides satan has the keys not mordeth.))

Without opening her eyes gean spoke to him. "Mordeth is at it again my love."

Originally posted by DangerousBeauty
he has a point.. pluss did you not understand that you were almost dead a few minutes ago? hun you cant kill all of the angels... it just isnt possible. besides satan has the keys not mordeth.))

Without opening her eyes gean spoke to him. "Mordeth is at it again my love."

(( he took them...and when he got there. it was the next day...and and and...*cries*))