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

Aramis knew what had to be done. With a gesture of waiting towards the arriving dragons, he said.

''What about those you didn't kill''.

Taking the scimitar in his hands, he pierced himself with the blade and pierced Azriel as well. Using the connection the sword gave, he started battling with the mind of Azriel.

Gean grew and caught Mordeth as he fell back. "Be still.... Let yourself heal." She gently laid him back down, letting his head rest in her lap. "Ereshkigal is tending to Nakir... Satan will be too busy telling her off for helping an angel that he wont know what is going on in the war. That should break the connection between him and Azreil for a moment."

Larger form))

Azreil laughed in his physical form, but in his mind he was ready to fight any that got close like that "i'm not like that pathetic Mordeth, i can kill you...but i like toying with my kills"

Mordeth's body shook as he struggled up again "i don't think i can move right now...too much pian"

She gently tried to keep him down. "Be still!" She looked into his eyes and ran a hand down her cheek. "Please just lay down... You'll heal faster."

Mordeth nodded and laid himself back down "i thought i was stronger...but i think i'm getting old." he ran a hand across Gean's cheek and smiled weakly

''Have I told you never to underestimate enemies. Sometimes, fate is not determined by how strong you are, but what you decide and what you do'', Aramis said to Azriel.

Saying this, Aramis unsheated Taker of Soul, and let it go, so that it planted itself a few meters from Mordreth, in the ground. It was glowing red and blue, in a signal.

Aramis was battling hard against Azriel, trying to keep the connexion between their minds strong, so that no one could move.

''Mordreth, Aramis mentally said, now is the time for you to choose your destiny. Satan's link with Azriel is weak, it is now or never. Strike and forge a new beginning.''

Gean leaned down and gently kissed his lips. "No.. You just realised who you are ment to be... You're ment to take Ezekiel's place by my side.. And raise my child." She smiled and brushed some of his hair out of his face.

Mordeth kissed Gean back and thought to Aramis "i can't promise much...but i can try" he struggled to his feet and slowly made his way over to Taker of Souls, lifting it out of the ground. he stood up straight and stabbed it into Azreil's stomach, pushing it up out of his shoulder. both demons fell to the ground...both looked dead.

Gean's eyes widened and she quietly watched, waiting for one to move or get up. "M... Mordeth?" She put a hand to her mouth and slowly stood, making her way over to him.

both of the demons were breathing shallowly, both barely alive.

Satan cursed and forced Azreil back down to Hell so he can heal for the next battle. the soldiers followed, leaving the everyone to watch to see what happens next

Aramis descended on the ground. He ran fast to Mordreth, kneeling beside him.

He muttured unknown words in an unknown tongue, and soon light sparkled arround the demon's body, and arround Aramis.

Then everything stopped.

Turning to Gean he added:

''Mordreth will live''.

Gean knelt down beside Mordeth and pulled him over so he was laying in her lap. "Mordeth." She ran her hand down his cheek. "Is there anything I can do for you?" She looked up at Aramis and smiled. "Thank you."

Mordeth's eyes opened slowly, trying to blink out the light. he looked around, his head throbbing "what the Hell? what the Hell is this?" he sighed and tried to sit up but his head yelled for him to lay back down. he looked at gean and smiled "just stya here...with me"

With a smile, Aramis turned arround. He knew this was as it should, but still his heart suffered Gean's loss.

Taking the fallen Taker of Souls, he sheated it back by his side. Turning to face Mordreth, he said:

''Azriel left his dark scimitar. I suspect you can use it, claim it for your own'', pointing at the blade lying a few fetts from him.

''The battle I must face now, only me shall it face.''

With this, he got up to Heaven's gate. The angels were now gathering there.

And so Aramis spoke.

''It is not the end of the war yet. But peace will be our goal. To defeat Satan, and not his defensless minions, that will be our goal. Ereshkigal made me know, Nakir is still alive. Her competence is not questioned, not after our last meeting.''

Walking through the gates, he then saw Metatron, but was he really Metatron? With his army.

''Your plan is over, Metatron. Justice and peace will prevail.''

serg hopped off of delg and knelt next to aramis. he watched mordeth and gean. "you know, it has been said that the inside of a dragons mouth is like the center of the sun. i had plans to cook azreil in delg, make a nice roast. you know, a victry feast." he smiled and stood. "you will not be forgotten when you go."

Mordeth nodded at Aramis and looked into gean's eyes and smiled, his red dots giving off a dual glow "maybe this is the life i wanted to lead..."

Originally posted by Mando' Ade
serg hopped off of delg and knelt next to aramis. he watched mordeth and gean. "you know, it has been said that the inside of a dragons mouth is like the center of the sun. i had plans to cook azreil in delg, make a nice roast. you know, a victry feast." he smiled and stood. "you will not be forgotten when you go."

Aramis looked at serg. He said he didn't want anyone to follow him, but was glad he did.

He smiled and responded.

''Thank you, friend, but you know, everyone is forgotten sooner or later. It is a question of time.''

Putting his hand on serg's shoulder, he now faced Metatron directly in the eyes.

''Are you ready for what is to come, serg?''

Gean watched Aramis go, smiling faintly. She looked down at Mordeth and kissed him softy. "I'll never let you go.. I'll never leave you."

Ereshkigal laughed as she watched Nakir push herself to her feet. "Now my child... Go. Go and serve your master! You are now the new Gean! Fly and stand at Azreil's side!"

((actually, gotta go now. sorry about leaving on such short notice.))

serg looked at metatron. he thought back to everything that had happened, and what could possibly happen. he sighed and turned to his friend. "yes... ezekiel."

Mordet kissed Gean back and smiled "i can't get up right now...my head is throbbing like all Hell. i'm going to need some rest."

Azreil breath came in ragged gasp as he layed still, his body healing. he failed and he knew it, but he will have his revenge when he is well again