XanatosForever
Steward of RP
Originally posted by starryknight
Daniel didn't expect Xanatos to move so quickly out of the wind trap, Damn it did I create a vacuum, damn it I'm so stupid. he thought to himself. He reached the vacuum when Xanatos fired his gun leaving Danial no time to react, he was never faster then the bullets just smart enough to slow them but there was no time he didn't see this coming. The bullets hit their marks this time twice in the chest and one in the stomach, Danial tumbled to the ground he was in a world of pain and scared for his life. Tears fell from the windsurfers eyes,"No, I don't want to die..." he manage to say before he coughed up blood from his lungs, blood was pouring from his chest and stomach as well nothing could be done to save him. The raging winds died down until there was only silence, the teen laid lifeless on the arena floor his life cut short because of a pointless tournament. Xanatos was victorious and one step closer to the mystery prize.
"Shit."
Xanatos watched as Daniel bled out upon the arena floor. This was not how he wanted or was expecting the match to turn out. Worse still, the windrider's death meant there was one less possible ally against Pintar, though the hybrid also noted bitterly that it meant one less victim for whatever Pintar's plans were. With the walls still enclosing them and the need for hiding himself now nothing more than a pile of flesh, muscle, and bone on the ground, Xanatos spread his wings, the cloak billowing down into the groove between the feathery appendages, and glided back to the ground, landing beside the corpse.
"Wherever you came from, you're likely in a better place now," the hybrid said quietly. He looked at the lifeless corpse and made a decision. "Unfortunately," he added as he began removing his various weapons, planting the swords into the dirt of the arena, resting the scythe against it and hanging the pouch and holsters from the curved blade, gun once against strapped into the holder, "I can't afford to have you resting yet." Now left with only the clothes on his body, Xanatos spread his wings out to their full span, raising his arms in the same fashion.
He stood there for a moment, with the sounds of battle emanating from beyond the walls where the other contestants engaged in furious battle, body rigid and upright like a statue. Then he began to rise into the air slowly, but not propelled by his wings which were still spread out to either side of him. Rising to roughly twenty feet in the air, a change began to come over the hybrid. His pale, undead skin seemed to lighten, reacquiring the soft pigment of life. It continued, however, until his flesh was literally glowing, emitting a pure light. His white clothes seemed to shift, becoming a long, radiating robe of such pure white it put his previous garments to shame, further reflecting the aura emanating from him, blinding in its intensity. Even his hair and wings seemed to brighten in its contrast. The wings seemed to swell, the feathers growing out of control, only to separate, becoming first two, then four new wings, for a total of six, spreading behind him at angles, massive feathery limbs that glowed with pure light so intense it would be a wonder if the other contestants wouldn't notice it.
The hybrid began to slowly descend, lowering his arms in the process. The six wings ruffled as they came to life, and folded around his body almost like a sphere, covering him from view and dimming the light to just below human tolerance, except for his face, which in the light looked serene, even transcendent. He opened his eyes at last, and the blank whites were replaced, now suddenly bearing irises and pupils of light, twin pearls floating amidst a sea of molten silver. Xanatos had changed forms, the blood of the Vampyre falling dormant as he brought forth the life of the Angel within him. Now he bore closer resemblance to those holy beings of the highest order, the Seraphim, and so he called himself Xeraph. The hybrid looked down upon the empty shell before him, and a soft smile passed across his lips. His arm, illuminated with divine power, slipped through the wall of feathers surrounding him and touched the corpse of Daniel the windrider.
Instantly, the body began to glow with that pure light. The blood soaked ground receded towards the boy's fallen form, while through the holes in his shirt the bullet holes were visibly closing, rent flesh and muscle knitting anew. With the body repaired, the glow surrounding it seemed to sink into the cloth and skin, the divine essence passing into and through that physical realm, connecting to the place where only the divine may enter. The power surged through, summoning Daniel's spirit and consciousness from Rapture and coaxing it back to its anchor in the physical world. The windrider was alive once again. Satisfied that his work was completed, Xeraph removed his hand from Daniel's back and he rose, taking a few steps back to allow the boy to reacquaint himself with the world of the living.