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

Wzekiel came down from his flight. No doubt he could feel Gean, but insida a rock? He started to be scared. Had he not felt Gean right? Did something happened to her?. Sitting down, he medidated., feeling things more arround him, and Gean.

(( Wzekiel? HA!!!))

Mordeth seen the glow of the red dots off of Gean's pale skin "so, i do have red dots in my eyes...maybe its a part of you." he smiled, but still worried that he was going to lose her again to the half-breed

serg crouched next to him. he looked at the rock face in front of him, sencing not gean or mordeth, but the powerful presence of behemoth. he stood and felt at the rock. "what kind of puzzle. he scratched off a small pebble, peering at it. he put his head to the rock and tapped. it seemed hollow. he put his claw to the rock. "some sort of trickery is afoot. all is not as it seems. the rock is hollow." he tried to think of all spells and enchantments that could do something like this. "i must go, but i will return." and he burst into flames and dissapeared to reappear in the cave directly next to behemoth.

Mordeth looked at Serg "how dare you come in here after you betrayed me! Behemoth, awke and destroy!" the great beast awoke and growled at Serg, even though they were old friends, he wasn't going to turn down an order

serg smiled. "while i'm not the type to turn down a brawl with behemoth," he put his claws against the rock face. "i have other business." serg fell through the wall to the other side, next to wzekiel. he stood and turned. "it is false, not real. as long as you do not believe in it, it is not there." he pulled out his dagger. "now if you'll excuse me." he jumped back through directly onto behemoth, stabbing him in the back. "don't take this personnally old friend."

That was it! Standing up, he started running, without regards to the rocks in front of him. When he hit it, it wasn't hard. It was soft. And with practically no resistance. A cape? Ezekiel had been fooled. When he looked up, he saw Behemoth and serg engaged in a battle, as Mordreth was at the back of the cave with Gean.

Behemoth growled and through Serg over his shoulders and bit into his neck. ripping away the flesh, he backed away not caring who was friend or foe now. Mordeth looked at Gean and sighed "i'm not giving you up so easily...i'm not going to lose you again" he walked over to Ezekiel and smiled "so, you've come to take down a deffensless creautre as i?"

((i think wzekiel was a type-o ))

((i know, was being funny))

behemoth's teeth clashed against serg's scales, only causing painful pressure, but nothing more than a bruise would be there. serg pulled off the dagger and stuck it into behemoth's eye. "fire blade, burn's doesn't it" he spat a fireball into behemoths mouth before finnaly breaking free of it's grip.

''I'm not here to take your life. I am here to give you an opportunity to learn more about the world. Come with me, and we shall meet someone. She will light us both on what is to be done.''

Looking into Mordreth's eyes with honesty, he then turned to serg. He knew he had pride and so, without interupting the battle, he asked:

''Shall I give you a hand with this?''

serg stood again. "nah, i used to do this all the time back in hell. except for the eye gouging, that was partially desperation." he jumped forward, cutting behemoths leg just under the knee.

Mordeth growled "you touch Behemoth, i'll kill you with my hands." he looked at Behemoth and spoke in his native tongue "great beast of mine, cease the attack and come back to my side for healing" he looked back at Ezekiel and knew the dots in his eyes grew brighter "why should i meet this lady of yours? what good would it do me? and besides i have a meeting to attened with Nakir..." he was ready to fight her, even to the death he didn't care anymore about what the outcome of battle was

(( wzekiel!!!!!!! thats funny))

((lol))

''I won't budge in between your battle with Nakir, if so you wish, but I want you to know why you are fighting her.''

Turning arround.

''Come with me, all of you. If we can find her, it will be no one's time loss''.

serg stood next to ezekial, clutching a spot on his neck where behemoths fang had penetrated. he watched the injured creature limp over to mordeth. it was pathetic. behemoth at one point could beat serg to the ground with one hand.

Mordeth stood still, sending art of him into Behemoth "heal, my great beast." he looked up "why should we trust you? why should you trust me?"

Ezekiel turned his head.

''I don't trust you, not should you trust me. But let's face it. You have no weapons. If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done so by now. So... fot today,let us call it a thruce''.

Ezekiel kept walking towards outside, ready to take flight once again.

Mordeth looked at Serg "and you, how can you betray me and turn your back on Behemoth?" he looked at his faithful pet "he's getting old, but he can still kill any in his way...it just takes him a bit to heal"

serg sighed. "if not for your ordering him to kill me, he would not be injured in the first place." he went up to behemoth and scratched it under the chin.

''He did because he had to!'' Ezekiel said. ''Now let,s leave the past to the past and focus on the present.

He took flight with his wings. He knew serg would be as fast as him on land, and he did not question Mordreth's speed.

Gean would follow of course.

((where are we going?))

serg turned and burst out of the cave, ripping out the cape on his way. "he is not my master!" he stayed just under ezekial, still wondering what he had ment when he said he would fix the problem of serg not having wings. he made a mental note to ask later.