She wouldnt look up at him. Her arms were crossed and she was looked off at the sun rise. "Yeah what ever you say. It's not like you just brought up a bad part of my past or anything. Oh yeah and you know how you just grabbed my off of Surg's shoulder like I was a beer bottle? Yeah I dont mind that at all." She rolled her eyes and tapped her finger on her arm. "I'm most what?"
She frowned and glared up at him, fighting back blue fire tears. "Just let me go.. I dont want to hear this right now, ok? Come talk to me after you give the report to Satan. Don't go too hard on the men, especially Shadow and Surg... I'll be in your quarters in my little hut." She waited for him to let her go.
Gean looked up at him. "Well have to deal with Shadow after this... I dont think Satan will be to happy about him and the out come of the battle. But again it's all up to Ereshkegal. She makes the final decision." She tried to pull from his hand as they entered the halls where Ereshkegal and Satan were sitting. "Good evening my lord.. My lady." She smiled faintly and hit Mordeth's hand. "Let me go, your holding me too tight." She whispered.
Nakir slammed her hands down on the table and stormed out of her tent, counting the rows of tents until she came to the one she was looking for. "Kaiisura.. This is Nakir. Come out please I need to speak with you."
The battle was over. A immeasurable number of corpses, angels and demons alike, pilled up on each other. It was when both sides returned left this horrible scene that Ezekiel came. Walking amongst them, tears started rolling down his cheeks.
Why, did he ask, do I cry? For those... monsters.
The sight of blood, the stench and foulness of this place burned his heart with anger, and had he not controlled himself, would have been found by patrols that probably searched still the area. Looking puny as he was, he had a chance to be unseen. With a dark cape, a gift from his father, he walked on fallen warriors, seemingly without touching them.
How much hate he fell only he could tell. Him, the bastard son of a demon father and angel mother. Where they were now, no one knew.
All his life he had lived amongst humans. He was different, alone. Every day since he was 3, his father taught him the arts of war, mastering the bow and the sword, while his mother taught him discipline and philosophy, that wisdom always prevailed over the sword. But as he walked on the battlefield, he doubted that.
When he reached the age of 21, his parents seemed to have disappeared out of mid-air. He could not live with humans anymore, his powers difficult to control; he had hurt enough people as it was. Setting forth to find his place, he has been unwelcome by angels and demons alike. Staying away from authority on both sides, squandering the extreme sides of both societies, he was never too far from harm.
But how could you be accepted, being half demon half angel? How can demons accept an angelic-looking demon or angels a demonic-angel. For he was quite a sight to see. Handsome, no doubt, but strange. With hair changing from white to black, deep eyes that seemed sometimes to drain light, sometimes to create some, with black feathered-wings holding together by black muscle membranes, his power was his curse, his curse, his power.
He had no choice but to go on living with his shame, alone. 104 years passed and an adept at war, reasoning and magic he had become. Men, angels and demons spoke of a forest who had a soul, and that no brave ever crossed and lived to tell the tale. Even some of the best tried the exploit, but failed. Until the day where the apparition of his father and mother appeared. They were dead, but what they said to him next would never die in him:
‘‘We did not raise a son so that he could be tossed aside. You are of great lineage, weather you accept it or not, and you shall live to be remembered for what you truly are Go to the west, march straight, and you may find your place in this world’’.
He was now 125 years old, still so very young but full of wisdom, and decided that now was the time, either to live, and either to die...
He thought about this past of him, and did not understand why it had brought him to this place of misery. Taking one dead angel in his hands, he started carrying it outside the center of the cemetery. A fire was of proper place.
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Mordeth slightly loosened his grip and bowed to Satan and Ereshkigal "my Lord, my Lady...as you know already the outcome of the battle was not a favorible one. we lost many men and creatures alike. we were close to capturing Nakir sir, but she slipped away." as he let Gean go, he felt a force press around him, squeezing air out of his lungs
Satan stood up, rage showing through his eyes "we lost many and you dare come back to a place that considers you a hero?! i will not tolerate another loss like that, not again!" he flicked his wrist letting go of Mordeth and sending him flying against a wall in the chamber
Mordeth stood up weakly and bowed "yes my Lord, it will not happen again."
Ereshkegal sighed softly and stood guiding her husband gently back to his seat. "Calm yourself." She turned her sad gaze back to Mordeth, the color in her eyes and to her entire body having faded with the grief of loosing her son. Though her voice remained soft, the only kind offering hell could give. "Mordeth, you fought well and slayed many. But we cannot say the same for your men. A punishment shall come to both you and Gean, along with your men for having failed us. And for letting Nakir get away so easily, will both of you also be punished for. We will not tolerate this from you. Though I will not allow my husbands views on a proper punishment be put into play, I will have to send you to the pits. I'm sorry... Gean, since you are so small, your punishment will only last the hour you can remain large for... And depending on the one who is tourturing you, it might continue after you have returned to a smaller size." She sighed heavily and sat back down, letting her husband stand to say a few things. Geans heart sank in her chest when she heard what was going to become of them. "The pits... I understand." Ereshkegal looked up at her husband. "I will let you speak of this Shadow man who is slowly falling for the angel."