''I give you a chance to know more, yet you refuse. So be it! But know that Gean stays with you by love friendship.''
With a loner tone of voice he added.
''A seed is now growing in her belly''.
Floating in mid-air for a few seconds, he then turned arround.
''Come serg''.
He flew away, to the old woman's hut to try and contact her yet another time.
Mordeth climbed on the back of Behemoth and held Gean close to him, his heart still warm "this should all be over soon. and i will be the bringer of the end." he closed his eyes against the wind but opened them to look at the half-breed and growled. "if she is growing something from the likes of you inside of her, that will be your the reason for death. she cannot take something like that..." he didn't know if she could but he didn't care, he was infurriated at the half-brred. he brought Behemoth to a halt
((Damned, the one who was supposed to play the old woman left us yet again arg.))
Ezekiel came down from the sky. In front of serg.
''Now, hold still'' he said.
He created a golden sphere in his hands, and with a quick movement, tsabbed it in serg's body. Right away, golden wings, looking bright and fragile, but yet hard and strong, emerged for his shoulders.
''With this gift I grant you a part of me in you. You can probably feel stronger, and you are. I am making you feel the true potential you can achieve through yourself. And I am helping you reach that. Since I am angels, the wings came with it. You may toss the orb whenever you want, I hold no true power in you''.
As he said, Ezekiel flew back up to the clouds. And he thought.
He knew he hadn't much time left on this earth. He felt his soul calling back for death. Hw was at the end, but he could still do much on this earth before leaving.
((thought i'd make the wings bursting out more bloody and painful. also, honestly, they should be dragon wings. it would make more sense for them to take a form that would be natural for his species.))
the wind was knocked out of sertgs lungs and he fell over in pain. slowly the wing cracked through his scales and blood poured out. eventually the blood splattered wings fully emerged and serg fell to the ground. he panted as the wings took a form more natural for his species. e stood slowly, getting used to the extra wheight of wings. the bastard had pulled a fast one on him. he turned towards a river and decided to wash off the blood before it hardened. he came up minutes later and began experimenting with fliight. it took a few minutes but eventually he got used to it. he began searching for ezekial.
Following down to the house at the mountain, Ezekiel coudl feel a presence. There was no need for a sword. She hadn't killed him on the battlefield. She won't kill him now. As serg arrived from the clouds, Ezekiel stood facing the know emerging granny.
He wasn't going to speak first on this occasion. Prudence was of subject.
Originally posted by Mandos
Following down to the house at the mountain, Ezekiel coudl feel a presence. There was no need for a sword. She hadn't killed him on the battlefield. She won't kill him now. As serg arrived from the clouds, Ezekiel stood facing the know emerging granny.He wasn't going to speak first on this occasion. Prudence was of subject.
She carried a hand made basket full of berries, fruits, and vegetables. Short in stature, she probably measured up towards Ezekiel's waist. She almost seemed to ignore him until she reached the door. "You're late," she said turning the handle and opening the door. "There should be another with you, that demon fellow. Where is he?"
''He has chosen a different path. A selfish one. He will eventually be forgotten in darkness, if so my prediction in accurate.''
He came closer and held the door open for the small lady to enter the house. He followed inside, and so did serg.
''I'm sorry. I have been... delayed.''
He wasn't goign to tell her of his adventures in heaven, nor his training that allowed him to reach his full potential in power. Knowing Metatron, her friend must already know these things.
''The world has come to a dark age, or so I have come to believe. I beleive you are here with vertu''.
Originally posted by Mandos
''He has chosen a different path. A selfish one. He will eventually be forgotten in darkness, if so my prediction in accurate.''He came closer and held the door open for the small lady to enter the house. He followed inside, and so did serg.
''I'm sorry. I have been... delayed.''
He wasn't goign to tell her of his adventures in heaven, nor his training that allowed him to reach his full potential in power. Knowing Metatron, her friend must already know these things.
''The world has come to a dark age, or so I have come to believe. I beleive you are here with vertu''.
She smiled and bowed her head in thanks for the kind gesture. She walked into the small house which contained everything on the first floor. She motioned that they take seats in the dining area which composed of one small round table and four chairs. She set the basket on top of the wooden counter and walked over to the fireplace which was right across the from where the table was. A small flame had stayed aglow during the whole time all of this had proceeded.
Slipping on some small mittens she lifted the boiling hot kettle and emptied the contents into three small cups that were sitting on a stool. The fourth was left empty. After the cups were filled she set the kettle back onto the hook near the fireplace and carried the tray to the table. There she set one cup in front of Ezekiel and and Serg, and one where she would sit. "It isn't as dark as you think it be Ezekiel. This is the night right before the dawn. That demon you fought with is ignorant, a child. To stand against all of Heaven, alone, even Metatron wasn't that foolish." She took a sip of the drink before continuing onward, "and don't believe any of you two could compare in strength to him. Had Metatron chose not to die, perhaps all of this could have been avoided." She sighed looking down at her cup. She grew up blind. As a courtesy for others she wrapped her eyes in a cloth with a sing rose flower right in the center where her forehead would be.
"Metatron was young when his parents were killed. He grew up alone most of his life. Then he met Gabriel, the messenger. At first they were rivals in all that they did, each trying to outdo the other. But petty competition became the foundations of an unspeakable friendship, an indescribable bound." She took a sip of the drink again before continuing on. "They grew on each other and became inseparable. But as time grew and they each became older, their destinies began to unfold before them until finally they reached the fork in the road." She stopped for no particular reason. But the words that followed were solemn and clear of holding great significance in regards to the events that had unfolded.
"The a war ensued between the great demonic and angelic ranks of celestials. And among them Gabriel was called. Gabriel tried to pursue Metatron to join claiming he would be a valuable asset in the turnings of the war. But Metatron was clear he would help no side, and offered Gabriel an escape. For them to run away from both heaven and hell and all the madness in between. But neither came to an agreement so out of anger they parted ways."
She finished her drink and set it down, "but well into the war Metatron worried much for Gabriel as much as Gabriel did in return. And such love could not be impeded for any amount of distance. So with great haste he flew to his side, a promise he made long ago. But when he reached the battle site, Gabriel was already in the middle of a heated battle. When Gabriel's eyes met Metatron's, there was a brief moment of happiness. But the brevity of the moment was enough of an opportunity to allow one of Satan's lead general's to strike a mortal blow in his side. Metatron held Gabriel in his arms as he died." She smiled shaking her head, "I do not know much of the battle, but the legend goes that never was their a blast heard in all of hell or heaven alike and there were no survivors. The body of Gabriel was never recovered from the site, and Metatron never came back."
She turned her head towards Ezekiel's general direction, "you are not the only one who has struggled with love. But I believe Metatron found that the best way to live was not denying but no longer existing with them. He destroyed not his emotions, but himself. That is what contributed to such a nothingness presence he always conveyed, because there was nothing there. I would not recommend such a similar path, because had Gabriel not fallen, neither would have he."
Originally posted by Jericho Zerø
Shadow shook his head. "No clue for sure, but it's been a while. Serg is gone. Took off to catch a damned fairy. Long story..." He sat next to her. "You okay? You looked like you were having some kind of an episode or something. Rough dreams?'
Kaiisura looked down before she looked up into Shadow's eyes with trust. She leaned towards him and slowly whispered, "I know who killed Iofiel..." she paused before continueing, " ... and it wasn't Shagrath..." Kaiisura shook with fear then, because she had told.
Shadow shook his head. "That's... Is that possible, Kaii? I mean, Shagrath even admitted to it in his final hours, there was no finalization or proof, but..." A light clicked on in his head. "Of course... A setup... But that means..." He stood, making sure he had Kiryu, and turned to her. "We have to go, now. Stay close, they'll be after us, especially if you know the truth..." He stopped, shaking his head. "I forgot to ask, are you okay to fly?"
Ezekiel understood what the lady meant. It was a sad time, time like these where questions were left unanswered, and those words, what if, always pending from each mouth.
''I know feel much sorrow for one I have meant to meet''.
With a moment of silence to his fallen friend, he then continued.
''I have fought Metatron in my mind, and have defeated him. My potential has reached it's culminating point. Perhaps, with guidance, I could pursue what Metatron should have done, instead of destroying himself.''