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Post by Noble 6 on Jul 3, 2013 11:25:13 GMT -5
An Angel lies beaten on the ground, a demon walks up and looks down on him. His black and red armor seemingly glowing with the flames around them. From within his black fanged helm comes a small laugh. He leans down and grabs the Angels glowing White sword.
"Don't worry, what one of us cannot finish, the other shall." Said the Demon from within the armor. He lifted the sword onto his shoulder, and with a final glance at the Angels beaten body, he began his steady march forward, forward towards the battleground, where both heaven and Hell battle. Not with eachother, but as one, as equals. The demon marched forward, and as he did, he was joined by more of the Angels that he'd once considered bus enemy. They marched as one, towards the enemy that could them both.
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Post by Noble 6 on Jul 3, 2013 11:34:31 GMT -5
The Angel opens his eyes, he can hear the battle still raging all around him. Screams of both Angels and Demons surround him. He rises to one knee, his beautiful white wings fall around him, not having the strength to stretch and hood themselves up. He tries to stand, but finds himself unable to move from his position on one knee. His body is barely holding itself together, he wonders how he has survived the days events. He searches quickly for his sword only to feel its presence gone. He turns his head and the blade calls to him. His eyes direct him to a demon in black armor, his cape and aura a firey red. His life enemy held his blade, and behind him others of his kind, Angels, following the Demon towards the frontline, where both their kind stood as one.
"Since when does the sinner get the best of the saint." The Angel said with a pained chuckle. Pushing with what strength he had left, he rose to his feet, he finds the ability to move, to push forward, towards the enemy of both Heaven and Hell.
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Post by Noble 6 on Jul 12, 2013 23:55:13 GMT -5
The demon arrives at the front of the battle field, the piles of the dead are high and everything is crimson red. The ground starts to shake as the enemy draws closer, its silhouette resembles that of a beast long forgotten. It unleashes a roar that shakes the demon to his core, but he doesn't move.
Not out of fear but out of excitement, he points the sword he took from the angel towards the beast and says "Those who are the loudest are always the weakest" with a grin on his face.
The Beast lets out another roar and the sky darkens and then turns red as fire falls from above.
The demon looks up and starts to laugh "you try and kill me with what I was born from?" with that being said, the Demon raised his sword and charged forward, the angels blade shining brightly with its holy aura, he charged towards the enemy of both worlds.
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Post by Noble 6 on Jul 13, 2013 0:04:58 GMT -5
The Angel moving towards the front of the battle hears a loud roar from the front only to be paralyzed by fear after, a roar from a beast long forgotten. Fire falls from the sky, fire which seems to be coming for him. Narrowly he dodge's the first attack, only to be scorched by the second one. He falls back to the ground, his wings burned black and dripping red, he looks back up to see the Demon charge the Beast.
The Angel smirks "When Heaven has to aid Hell in battle, that is when I have seen it all", with one strong push he finds the strength to run a little farther towards the beast, as he runs, he snatches a blade from a fallen demons body. The sword almost as large as him, drags along the ground, a red aura trailing behind him as he charges.
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