Divine Judgment - Part 1

[Leon]

Radiant Eclipse

Not too far off from the ruins was a travelling 'Hero' from a previous war/battle. His slightly longer blonde hair still stuck straight up. He seemed to be gliding at high speeds towards the battle field. But... Those that knew him, knew he couldn't do such a thing. But once closer one would be able to see, elementaly created electrical wings flapping from his back. On his forehead coming from the tattoo was a small electrical horn. His eyes seemed glowing white, while his body was glowing. What had happened to him? And where was Tai? Well Tai was a part of him now. For now anyways, he had fused with Tassader, his electrical companian sensed how much of an elemental Leon was, and suggested the fusion.

He whiped his spear around and with quick movements was on the ground, or just above it as he used the drop to pick up even more speed, now booming towards his target, his spear out in front ready to attack. His target? To aid the front line. His entrance? Meant to get attention. His was half elemental and half human now, or 75 % elemental and 25% human, since he was already partially elemental beforehand. He was able to keep his mind intact because of Tassader, so he had his wits about him. He was going to aid the front line of Arcan Soldiers fight with his spear and magic.

Once he exploded right into the front line, he would be bringing his spear downward with the point going to jam right down into the head of one of those Principalities mech armor. He didn't know if this would kill the thing or not, but he wasn;t going to take any chances. With his completely metal spear jammed down in the head he would send a huge amount of electricity through the spear, that would gather at the tip inside the mech and explode outwards. That wasn't the end of it, his left hand had already let go of the spear, with the right was producing said electricity into the mechanical thing.

The left hand had become stiff, pointing straight pown as the hand created a mouth, or claw form if you will. A small electrical ball would form He would jump off the mechanical being hoping the damn thing was destroyed, cause if not Leon could possibly be screwed. His left arm would raise up pointing towards the angels behind it coming this way, the energy ball would double in size. This was Tassader combinging his Mega Smasher spell as well. He would pointing it, and fired without hesitating for another second. His voice seemed to echoe with two voices, one was his and the other Tai's.

"Mega Rah-Ken!"

It would rip forward as the head of a dragon would appear in the front, its roar would boom through the field, as it spiraled forward for extra area damage. How much energy has he wasted now? Oh close to 2/3rds of his magic right? Then why was he still like that? Because Tassader was there. He was able to use the Rah-Ken two more times. So doing that left him with half of his normal energy instead of 25% of his energy. He would still be able to continue fighting in the front line. And this would draw attention hopefully from others. By all means Leon was prepared NOT to walk away from this battle. There was too much purpose to it, too much at stake. But he would be damned if he didn't kill as many as he possibly could.

[Cirkel]

(OOC: Sorry, if I got things about the virtues wrong, I apologize. I was kind of lazy and didn't bother taking a look at what was described. All I really got was "giant monsters". Like a war elephant! Feel free to tell me if I got the nature of the virtues incorrect!)

Cirkel watched somewhat curiously as the angels gathered around the apparently fallen beast. He could see what one may have called a "holy" glow as they healed it. Cirkel couldn't help his next action. He smacked his forehead with his right hand. Apparently the angels had enough magical discipline to even defeat his virus' distinct power. He spoke words that he didn't normally find himself in the sound of. A curse beneath his breath, though still in that relaxed tone.

"Damn it."

Now Cirkel had a whole new set of problems. He had used an amount of his energy, he had a wound that, even sealed, would eventually 'cause him to fall, and he had about four angels and a cycloptic beast to battle. Now, Cirkel was able to see his defeat very clearly in these circumstances, and he thought that surrender could be the best course of action. Under the best situation, if he surrendered, he'd get maybe a week before they executed him. Not even a good week. He put an x across that option. In the end, his only other choice... he sighed again.

"Umm, excuse me."

Cirkel looked up at the angels and shortly glanced at the creature. He figured he'd at least try and talk to them in hopes of their understanding. Both linguistically and morally.

"Good afternoon, sirs. May I please talk to you about-"

Cirkel was quickly cut off by the lumbering figure lifting up it's enormous hand once again to try to come down and crush cirkel into the ground. That was kind of bad for cirkel, as the action of his explosive virus had caused much of the snow to melt, and he could now feel the solid Earth beneath his feet. He sighed again. He had been doing a lot of that lately. Maybe that had something to do with the situation? He'd need to look in to that...

There was a strong OOF! followed by dense vibrations as the monster slapped the ground. Though it's expression was hard to describe, there was something that said "cringe". Couldn't blame him really. The experience must have been like slapping a brick wall as hard as you could. That was never any fun.



Beneath the first joint of the beast's middle finger, Cirkel was immersed in darkness. The black soil around him was slightly leaking with snow still melting from his fight. He suspected his body heat didn't help, though he was given a second to breathe, as well as think. He recalled what had happened only a second before. How had he escaped, one may ask. Well, it was quite simple. Blood on the ground from his now sealed wound had been refined and exploded right before impact, creating a nice tidy hole that would allow Cirkel a brief moment before the creature lifted his hand up and saw that Cirkel was unharmed. Sadly, it was about now when fatigue set in. That wasn't so great either. However, it was too late. The creatures hand began to char as the explosion ripped off it's middle finger and also sent blood into the angel's face and, more importantly, his eyes. Cirkel wasted no time. He quickly bolted out of the hole, happy to see the bolt dissipate into thin air as the angel's focus was lost. He rolled onto his shoulder in his last step as he reached snow. He shoveled some in an instant into his hand and finally placed a previously plucked hair into it. The energy charged, and Cirkel sent a snow ball flying at the angel, who had come considerably closer to the Earth in his confusion and panic. He wiped the blood finally from his eyes just in time to turn his attention the pain that flooded over him, the once solid snow now charring his flesh with boiling water that evaporated nigh on touch. It was his last sensation before the darkness consumed his life.

It was now that cirkel could pay attention to the shadow, darkening around. Was it now the end? It was a depressing thought, but even as he had gone out of the whole the creature had wound up, coming down with his other hand to crush Cirkel out of fear. He didn't have enough time to pluck a hair, to prick his finger with the needle. He had no time to use a conventional counter-attack... so he'd use an unconventional one. His hair atop his head began to glow with many radiating souls. It was pure white and even dwarfed the shimmering snow in it's purity. The hand suddenly stopped with a snap and a whimper as the bones had all but survived the unexpected impact. Cirkel stood still for but a second before his hair suddenly stopped glowing and his own hand rushed up, now glowing in itself. the energy suddenly released on impact, though too much for Cirkel's hand. The blood splattered on the ground, though only a fraction of it was Cirkel's. The creature's arm from the elbow had quite simply exploded from the pressure exerted on it, and it's roars of pain could be heard across the field. Cirkel sighed as well as gasped as the flood of crimson liquid came upon me, putting him into a red pool up to his ankles.

Still, though, wasting no time, Cirkel made a dash for the slow creature and instantly it's knees gaped and crumble beneath it as it's knee caps, starting from the flesh, were ripped up by blood that exploded on contact. It was now that Cirkel could make his move. Theoretically, it could go either way. The creature, though significantly different, seemed to have no specifically magical abilities. Therefore, one could imagine that it was not a very magical creature, and was not something that could handle magic as a regular mage could on the raw scale. Size didn't matter. It was more the strength of one's spirit than physical power, and it did not have much.

Cirkel forced the raw magic into the creature, pumping it with power until it's soul would appear (to a shaman) to bust as the seems, and suddenly it collapsed. Damage to the soul, as Cirkel thought, was irreversible. No angel could revive that which no possibility of life. The body was mangled, and the soul was shredded. The beast was dead... hopefully. Truth be told, Cirkel didn't feel far behind.

He lifted up his arm and looked at the empty space of where his right hand would normally be. Blood was spurting uncontrollably, and Cirkel wouldn't be conscious much longer. Truth be told, though, he figured he had done his fair share. He had killed two angels, which didn't seem like much on paper, though killing a sky scraper sure did. Cirkel imagined what it would be like to die, as it figured suitable given that it wouldn't be long until- Oof!. Cirkel fell back wards from fatigue and blood loss, eyes closed peacefully and his breathing beginning to come to a smooth pattern. He was most definitely unconscious, and if he didn't soon get medical attention, that would transcend further.

[Tormaigh MacRagallach]

Suddenly, dozens of tiny white, gleaming metallic objects converge on Cirkel. More specifically, they swarm over the bleeding stump that had until quite recently been a whole and functional arm. Criss cross, back and forth they went as they stop up bleeding arteries and sow the wound shut with their onboard supply of sterile medical thread. It wouldn't serve as a permanent fix; the caster would need serious medical attention sometime soon, but that would probably not be available for some time. They pump a little energy into him too, which would help to counteract fatigue from loss of blood a bit.

Torm kneels next to Cirkel, noting his unconsciousness, and pats his somewhat emptier pockets in search of something. Damn...that fire tornado knocked out a decent number of my beetles...good thing I had the shield ones out to stop some of it. indeed, while his shield beetles had protected him and most of the mechanical critters more nearby to him, ones further out had their wings burned away by the flaming cyclone that the angels had seen fit to drop on him. They would still do what they could to harm enemies (leaping onto passing enemies from the ground, et cetera), it was inevitable that they fall behind and go inactive as the battle flowed about.

Finally Torm found what he was looking for: a bottle of smelling salts. He unstops the bottle and waves it under Cirkel's nose, hoping to bring the unconscious student back around. While he might be OK just left lying there, it would be best if he at least tried to get to safety. Theoretically, he could rejoin the fight so long as he didn't overwork and reopen that haphazardly staunched wound. "How you feelin'?" There was no time for more, there were enemies about.

Torm clicks his fingers, and the first aid beetles zoom off in search of other wounded nearby. At least until the wounded man regains his bearings, Torm would hold here. He places his ladder gently on the ground near Cirkel, and calls forth mana for the first time in this fight (aside from powering all those beetles, of course.) In his mind, he weaves threads of fire, metal, and darkness into long string-like shapes. Ten of them.

"Rah!" Torm grunts percussively, and whips his arms out to either side forcefully. From each of his fingertips blossoms an extremely long strand of what appears to be a burning cord of black and red fire. Elemental Lashhands is the name of the spell.

As angels close in on them, Torm wastes no time getting started. A backhanded swipe sends the lashes arching through the air with a whiplike crack. An angel and another behind that one tumble into pieces as if they had run through razor-sharp chicken wire. The infusion of dark element ensures that they work quite well on these angelic foes. Torm spins and strikes all around, taking down enemies as they come and holding the ground firmly, with the help of the remaining beetles, of course. "Get up if you can; we've got to keep moving!" He shouts over the din, hoping that Cirkel is around enough to comprehend.

[The Designer]

As Tristan, Lilium, Raiden and Leon all fought their respective battle, a sudden burst a bullets and/or fire balls so to speak covered all of their asses.

To Lilium and Raiden, the angels congregating or regenerating around them were quickly torn to pieces by calculated shots and fires from a cadre of mages in red uniforms. The mages suddenly approached the two, looking firm in resolution.

"Raiden, Lilium" The Mage Captain said. "Your presence has been requested for a covert Mission, follow us"

And if they did follow, then they'd find themselves next to Azrael Thanatos....

Meanwhile, as Leon fought first and fore most at the front of the battle, a cadre of mages, all of them wearing red uniforms, suddenly fought besides the lightning mage.

"Leon" the Captain said. "Your presence has been requested for a covert Mission, please follow"

And if he followed, he'd find himself next to Azrael Thanatos....

Tristan was suddenly approached by the Medical Team, who seemed to just have gotten a transmission from base. They all looked stern, but yet had a aura of calmness around them.

"Tristan.... you are to follow us on the orders of HQ" The Medic said. "To apparently meet.... Azrael"

And finally, as Cirkel and Torm stood for a last stand, artillery fire as well as numerous gun and spell fire suddenly downed the Angels surrounding the mages, or at least put them out of service. Behind them was a large ground of red uniformed mages, riding inside tanks or walking beside said tanks. A sudden psychic message came to the two, echoing in both their minds....

"You have been requested for a special mission, please follow us"

And if they followed, they would eventually meet Azrael Thanatos.....

And meanwhile, lingering in the back of Cirkel's head, he felt that the Angel's soul did not seem to be disrupted, but rather flew upwards toward the skies.....

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan's eyes shot open when he saw fire balls and ever so familiar glints that were easily recognized as bullets. "The hell?" He said to himself, using his part diamond blade to block the onslaught, though not a single shot hit his defenses. The Virtues were decimated, or it looked that way. These fire blasts must have been from arch-mages or close to it as huge ammounts of damage errupted on the surface of the towers where they were struck.

When a handful of the reinforcements gave the hunter the news, his eyebrow flicked up, "Thantos? What does the head of security want with me?" Rhetorical question. Tristan knew the crazy basterd probably thought of a way to end this and needed a bunch of people to give him a hand. Though why a mage class? Even if that mage had been declared a hero. [Igneus, we're going to meet up with Thantos, finish up and get up here.] He communicated, beginning to fly away from the mortally wounded, and likely dead virtue, as well as the rest of them.

On my way. The dragon was fairly stumped as he set of a huge blast of fire that swung around in a massive ring as his body did, blasting down and blocking off angels. The makeshift barrier wouldn't last for long, but it was long enough for the element dragon to be gone and flying about twenty feet above his partner. They came across a couple of arc-angels and regular class, most of which were blown away by the med team.

Relatively soon, they landed deep behind enemy lines, off to the side of Azreal Thantos, Sebastian, and someone Tristan didn't recognize. "Whats this about?" Tristan asked of the three of them, Igneus making sure that no Angels were around. Surprisingly, or not surprisingly given who Azreal was, there were almost nothing but corpses and hacked body parts.

Shireiutz was still in Tristan's hand, and Seoligna was still active, so he stayed a decent distance away from any one from Babylos.

OOC: short >.>

[Cirkel]

One needn't wait long for Cirkel's reaction. His somewhat enhanced immune system allowed him to very quickly recover after being healed by what one could only dub as "the stranger" (Torm). One awoke with a bit of a salivation coming out of the corner of his mouth. That salt smelt pretty good!

Cirkel sat himself up and made a move to rub his head with his hand, though it just happened to be the... unique one. He gave a sigh, the optomistic repsonse to the situation. In his mind he just reminded himself that the wound could have killed him, at that he should be happy he had it all sealed up, when he thought of that, he gave a smile, more to himself than anything.

Cirkel slowly heaved himself back to his feet, and gave a quick two words to the stranger, though they were most definitely sincere.

"Thank you!"

It was about now that one should note the army growing around Cirkel and the stranger. It was a little bit threatening... okay, it was a lot threatening, but one need not remind himself of those kidns of things.

One had already began refinement when the fireballs and that undoubtable sound of gunfire hailed upon the angels, all of them beginning to crash to the ground. It was quite the scene, and one could imagine it would forever remain in his mind. The blood, spilling it out in mouthfulls before evaporating in the intense heat. The sound, quite beneath the roar of the war, of crackling skin in the heat. Blood delicately grasping one with it's scent, though the much stronger smell of blistering flesh soon clouding any trace of it. And even the taste. The evaporated sweat, blood, flesh, and even hatred seemed to add to what one could only describe as a biterness in the throat. One would have to remember it. Yes, definitely.

It was then that Cirkel heard the call to arms, though this he didn't recognize as something in his mind, as it echoed as any regular form of speach would. He began almost instantly into a run, though jsut as quickly he stopped, feeling... something. Whether it was his sixth sense growing or simply a trick of the mind, he could feel... something. Floating, or... flying? Returning.

Cirkel was soon forced to leave it 'till later, the feeling fading, though a question scratching in his mind. He was aware of the basis behind angels, and he wondered to himself if, since angels were souls anyway, then when they died, didn't they just become angels again? Hmm...

Cirkel new nothing of the man before him. As many seemed to know him from at least some occasion, Cirkel had no clue, though felt the urge to ask dissipate quickly. Cirkel was essentially the opposite of negativity, so being in such close range of this man was almost... powerful. The negativity around him was strong.

[Leon]

"Do these things EVER DIE!"

He screamed as he put his spear through another angel, pulling it out turning, punching another one, ducking under a sword, and then spinning the spear so the blade cuts all fo their mid sections as he stands up. But no, they healed and got back up, What the hell was going on here? He wasn't sure if they would be able to win this battle. Not like this or in their current state anyways. But there was no way Leon was gonna back down, he knew intimidation wasn't the factor here since they didn't seem to care about his oddly elemental state.

He pushed more of his energy to the surface as he used more of his full potential, he was only holding back his strength for reasons of not needing it, but he felt he would deffinitly need it now. Yet, as he continued to fight on, it was like he all of a sudden had more back up... Soldiers in red? That was kinda odd, but if they where there to help then by all means he wouldn't stop them, but what he heard their obvious leader say made him stop.

"Covert? Whats that?"

Tai's knowledge kicked into gear right after he asked the question and Leon understood. He followed them to where he needed to be, saw Tristan, and someone else he didn't know. But his blonde hair was slowly turning black the longer he stayed combined with Tai. He had kept his spear at hand the whole time, just in case one mite say, because he had no idea who any of these people where, except for Tristan, and Leotai combined didn't like the idea of taking such strong mages off the front lines where they could be helping hold defences. And this 'covert mission' sounded sketchy from the get go.

[Chephros]

From behind a wall, you don't have many options. When you're a demon vs an angelic army, you have even less options. The blasts from the sky continued their jackhammer effect on the ruin walls and eventually Chephros felt his back start shaking immensly, and he immediately shuffled aside. Shots burst through and pierced the ground where he was, and then stopped. Like the idiot he was, he had moved out in the open. This only served to make him feel stupid for the last few moments he felt he had, but, of course, he made the best of them. Turning around, he faced his attackers, and held his blades straight up in front of him, to block and absorb as many shots as he could before going down. Then, of course, nothing happened.

No shots arrived, none seemed to be coming. The angels were all focused elsewhere.

"Chephros?! Where are you, you damn Demon..."

Chephros rolled his pale green eyes in his head. People just HAD to hate him NOW of all times.

"Over here Jackass!"

The medic came to the once moving destroyer of the flying angels. The double leg shot was nasty, even worse so because he had demonic blood. The medic looked at it, sighed, and set to work healing the damn thing. Demonic regeneration wouldn't matter anymore, it was pretty much like a regular human wound now, only one from a hemophiliac. The bleeding was nasty, covering the ground in a dark red stain. The medic whistled, whipped out a bandage and sealed it on, then closed the outside with raw flesh. This guy was either a master, or knew something about demonic regeneration, as it imitated the effect. Flesh without muscle, blood, but no veins. It closed the wound, but you were screwed if you were hit again. Normally though, it healed before you were.

Along with his rather annoying leg wound, was his shoulder. It had numbed his arm and made it useless, meaning he couldn't kill much anymore except with his rather useless tail and single arm. The master medic was doing well with the healing bit, but Chephros would definitely need time to literally rest and get some healing afterwards so the angelic damage faded away, otherwise he could be having some future problems. The medic finally finished patching up his leg and shoulder, fixing flesh, tendon, and muscle, but not being able to replace the blood on a whim. He would need to survive for that one to be done.

Of course, another surprise was in store for him when his arm finally regained it's ability to move around past flopping. A mage came up to the medic and demon and went straight to Chephros.

"Your presence is requested for a covert mission."

"Ahh, what the hell, why not.," Chephros simply stated, "It's not like I have anything better to do."

He would follow behind and, like everyone else, meet Azrael Thanatos.

[The Designer]

OoC: Time to End this

"Have all the covert forces assembled?"

"Of course Lord Azrael" A lowly soldier responded.

"Excellent, then we shall move now"

With that, Azrael looked behind him, staring at the forces assembled. These were the soldiers who were pulled off the fron due to their skill and power, summoned for a secret mission. A smile found it's way across the Security Head's face, as he stared out into the vast snowy fields.

"I suppose now" Azrael began. "Is the time to explain to you what your duty is. Simply put, you all shall charge along side me as he strike past the line of angels toward the Citadel. Your skill on the battlefield was what attracted us to you, and now we want you to use your power to help me on our dash to the flying fortress."

With that, Azrael, pulling out his knives, turned back as he looked at the soldier-students. "Let's not waste time. We go.... NOWWW!!!!!!!"

With that, the Angel of Death took off, rushing through the wasteland as the vanguard of students supported him. Using his incredible powers, the Angel of Death literally carved a way through the masses of Principalities, Angels, Arc Angels and Virtues, his black suite entrenched in blood. Soon enough, the Citadel was clear as Day, and with that the Angel of Death turned to face his entourage.

"Now, if you excuse me... I shall go alone. You all have done a good job... But for now, defend this spot and wait for reinforcements to come"

In an instant, the Angel of Death grew dark black wings, as Azrael stared up toward the sky. The black wings were huge, at least twice the span of his body, before he shot up into the air and toward the flying fortress. Below, the battle still raged, but this time hundreds upon hundreds of Angels trailed behind Azrael. In an instant, a dozen fell to him as the Security head rained knives that cut down the Holy Warriors.

Soon enough, the Dark Angel penetrated the fortress, crashing down through wall after wall of holy steel. Until he hit the inner sanctum.... And there, stood his foe.



"Sariel" Azrael began, his tone sharp like the end of a blade. "It's been a while... hasn't it. I haven't seen you in at least... Five Hundred Years. What's this now? It seems you've became the New Angel of Death"

"It matters not" The Archangel began. "I have no words for a traitor like you. You have defied the Lord in Heaven and shall accordingly pay now.... Even if you are Five Hundred Years over due."

"All I wanted was Freedom.... freedom to kill"

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Meanwhile, on the ground the battle was still raging. The Academy maintained their defense in the face of the onslaught... Holding each inch of the ground as Azrael fought in the flying fortress. In an instant, a beam of light shot out of the ship, creating a huge hole as two figures fly out of said hole. It was none other than the Old and new Angels of Death, battling high above the sky. In that moment, all the fighting stopped... As all eyes were turned toward Azrael and Sariel. The battle was intense, as miles after miles of Arctic wasteland was reduced to ashes... or water. They were flying everywhere, dancing across the sky in bloody combat.... Destruction left in their wake.

"You have grown stronger" Azrael said, his knives in hand. "But you are still too weak Sariel..."

"No" The New Angel of Death huffed, injured as he was... "I SHALL DESTROY YOU!"

In a mad dash, the New Angel of Death rushed toward Azrael, flying through the sky... And in that instant, Azrael unleashed a beam of bloody red knives toward the Archangel. Each and everyone of them hit head on, as the Holy Warrior stopped flying, focusing on regenerating from his new wounds...

"What? Stopped already? What a pity"

Behind the Angel stood Azrael, in his hands a huge red sickle, as if made completely out of blood.

"You've lost Sariel... Return to Heaven"

With that, Azrael slashed off Sariel's head, the Archangel's body disintegrating into pure energy as it floated upwards. Sariel's choir, demoralized by their leader's loss, were routed out by Academy forces. In contrast, each and every Academy soldier was uplifted... Pushing back the Angels until the Academy had won the day... Defeated the Angel Army and turning the tide of the first battle....

EVENT OVER!

EXP Hand Outs:

Torm: 4 EXP + Amulet of Divine Power (+2 Strength)
Lilium: 3 EXP
Chephros: 3 EXP + Band of the Seraphs (+3 Energy)
Cirkel: 3 EXP
Fishtie: 3 EXP
Raiden: 2 EXP + Ring of Holy Celerity (+4 Dexterity)
Tristan: 4 EXP + Sash of Righteousness (+1 Energy, +1 Wisdom)
Leon: 2 EXP + God's Thunder (Necklace - +2 Energy)