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Post by Ruu on Fri Nov 25, 2011 12:43 am

"Company halt!"

Commander Nathan's voice carried a briskness, a sharpness to it that it normally did not have. The wary expression in his sky blue eyes had become tense, as if he felt some great burden. Indeed, there was a burden there. For about one year Nathan had fought to preserve what little freedom remained in the human world from the seemingly ceaseless onslaught of demons. Today, that fight would be over, the Lord willing, for good or for ill.

The Commander surveyed his troops, willing and loyal, ready to give their life for their respected leader. Nathan felt humbled that through divine grace only two men had ever been lost in his company. He would not be asking them to give up their lives so quickly. No, it was time to risk his own life in a gamble that might end the war, or cause it to be lost. For Nathan was the last to be sent. No more help would be forthcoming from heaven, except for if the Lord himself would stretch out his hand. If Nathan failed, the heavenly hosts would be deemed conquered. He would not allow that to happen.

"Project Exorcism will commence at fifteen hundred hours," the Commander addressed his troops in the same brisk voice, though it held the soft note of compassion as it always did, "We will review the plan one final time. The Enemy has led his main force through these very woods, hoping to strike at the heart of the country. He believes that the bulk of our army is camped in these woods, recovering their wounds from the last battle. He didn't realize how quickly our surgeons can work. Instead of finding a decimated group of men, he will find valiant resistance. Our group along with five others will lead the charge on his rear guard, causing confusion in his ranks. Your group will free the prisoners that he has gathered, and this will strike a great blow to his confidence. You are to only engage with his lesser forces. It is my duty to reach the Enemy himself. Today, I will end it all and strike at their heart. For when the Harbinger is destroyed, his people will no longer have any will to fight. Are there any questions?"

A tentative hand was raised, and Nathan shook his head ruefully. Alexei always had a question for him, most likely because they were such good friends and Alexei often felt his Commander was a bit...reckless.

"Why you? Why do you have to fight him?" asked the young Russian soldier bluntly, "Isn't that something we should leave to the Generals?"

"I have consulted with the Generals on this matter and they have made the final decision. You are not to engage the Harbinger. You are not to even go near him. His powers are greater than you could ever hope to understand."

"With all due respect, sir, I can't see any of us abandoning you when you fight that monster. If he's as powerful as you say, wouldn't more of us be better?" asked the undaunted Russian.

There were slight murmurings as others in the ranks agreed with the outspoken soldier.

"No!" the tone of Nathan's voice brooked no argument, "I will not allow you to suffer danger. If the battle goes as planned, the Harbinger will lose a great source of power, the fear and anger he inspires in those he has taken against their will. Your greatest task is to free those prisoners, nothing more. I explicitly forbid you to take any action against the Enemy himself, and the generals support me in this regard. If there are no other pertinent questions, you are dismissed. We will march at dawn's first light."

The Commander turned away, unable to meet the eyes of his men any longer. He understood their frustration. He had hidden so many things from them, not the least of which his own heritage. He could sense Alexei making his way over to him, and tried to quicken his pace.

"Nathan...I know what you're doing. You're trying to be the hero and kill that....that thing on your own. I don't know why High Command gave you their blessing. But I don't like it. They're using you and if you fail, well, they won't feel as if it were their responsibility. Did you ever think of that?" hissed Alexei in a low whisper.

Nathan halted and an inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He turned back to his friend, putting an arm on his soldier.

"You've been a good friend and a faithful soldier, Alexei. I understand your concerns, truly, but please, just trust me. Everything is going to turn out fine."

As the Commander began walking away, Alexei couldn't help but have the last word, "What if things don't go as planned? What then?"

"I'll pray," replied the Commander simply, "That's the greatest gift any of you can give to me."

Little did Nathan realize that Alexei's concerns were not unfounded...

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The first rays of dawn touched the rugged forests of the harsh land known as the Taiga. Beneath the sprawling trees, it was still nearly as black as night, something that made Nathan uneasy. He had never enjoyed this harsh environment, for it reminded him too much of something much worse...Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he focused on the task at hand. Any moment now, the demonic horde would be marching through the forest. The Harbinger would be surprised to find an army at full strength, mostly because of the healing powers he had been gifted with. Nathan wasn't even sure the Harbinger knew that an angel was with the army, but if he didn't, he soon would. Nathan shuddered as he looked over the data collected on the Harbinger. A demon who consumed angels as a source of power...The very thought repulsed him and caused him to shudder violently. But there could be no fear. Even if other angels had failed, one could never give up Hope. Because once one gave Hope, they would already be defeated.

Nathan's sharp senses soon picked up the faint sound of marching feet in the distance, coupled with the wail of terrified prisoners. Soon, if all went according to plan, the prisoners would be freed and the demon dealt a great blow. He silently prayed that the blow would be heavy enough...
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Post by Tortured on Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:25 am

The battle had been long. Years, decades, centuries in the making. Angels and other opposing forces had come and gone, but still Harbinger of Sin remained standing. If anything, it was like those opposing him fed him energy, building his power instead of stripping it away. He had chosen to use Russia as his front because of the wilderness. There was a large area of room to move in, and he could detect anyone and anything that decided to come into the area. The vastness of the place also allowed him to have his entire force of demons and generals in one place, which did not bode well for the enemy.

Seated on a crumbled tree stump, Harbinger was looking at a large map with many notes and plans written across it. Hair was tousled, and there were streaks of angel blood across his face. Just behind him in a crumpled heap were the decimated remains of an angel. All that remained were a few feathers and some bones. It was no rumor that he ate everything.

“My liege, the enemy is still neutralized.” One of his Generals, a tall, broad man in what could only be described as plate mail, said. “No word or movement from them since the last assault.”

“Good… still doesn’t mean anything, keep everyone on watch,” Harbinger said, glancing up at the demon from where he sat. “And make sure that everyone is on watch or I’ll have to start killing forces again. Remember last time?”

“Yes, of course my liege.” The General swallowed, then nodded his head and stepped back to put the things in motion. A lot of the demons were milling around and not paying much attention to their surroundings. The General gathered the other three, and together they were about to make a sweep through the camp when something caught their attention.

“They’re wolves,” Harbinger said, his voice a growl. And he was right… they were just wolves.

The next morning, the Demon Prince and his army were on the move. They were headed back toward the area last assault, where they hoped to take out the last remaining force of purity. Once that was done, victory would be theirs, and the world would belong to darkness… just as it should have been from the beginning. Evil got things done. What did goodness do? Laughter held no real point, and love was even less useful.

When he knew they were at least halfway to their destination, Harbinger allowed a change to take place. His Generals, all four of them, followed suit. Horns erupted from temples, or from between eyes. Size grew in both height and mass, Harbinger growing the largest out of them all. A roar bellowed throughout much of the Taiga, a howling cry that had wildlife and people fleeing from miles upon miles away. It made the snow tremble, the earth shaking. Snow and ice fell from trees, billowing as ice crystals caught the sun’s ray in beautiful rainbow colors.

Dropping down to all fours, spikes exploded from the entirety of his body. Some were larger than others, but all possessed strong, deadly tips. His head curled in close to his chest as he made a lunge forward. The big demon made a partial flip in the air as he curled himself into a ball, landing on his back. Snow billowed up all around him as he started rolling down the slight incline that would lead to the opposing forces.

A steady fall of feet quickly became a thundering sound as the demonic forces swelled into a dead run. They tried to keep up with their Prince and Commander, but he was just rolling way too quickly. Harbinger’s skin grew harder and tougher, the spikes glinting with razor edges. Trees and bushes and anything else in his way got mowed down or blasted apart… just as he was intending to do with the pure and good army they were battling against.

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Post by Ruu on Sat Nov 26, 2011 4:35 pm

The noise of marching feet grew closer...closer...closer...And then something rolled right by Nathaliel, and the angel could sense its deadly intent. No creature except for the Harbinger had a stench of such darkness and evil swathed about his terrible body. Behind the Harbinger came his Generals, and his motley horde of evil creatures. He heard rather than saw the main contingent of the Russian army, burst from behind trees and bushes where they had been concealed. Grenades exploded with violent sounds, ripping the lesser and more unfortunate demons to shreds. Rockets propelled themselves through the air at the demonic Generals, but Nathan shook his head. Conventional weaponry may work against lesser folk, but not against the Harbinger and his Generals themselves. But it was not yet time for him to reveal himself...Not yet...

And then there were even more explosions and the wailing of demons and humans alike grew to a fever-like pitch. A few detachments of the Russian army had started the surprise attack on the rear guard of the legions of the netherworld. He felt the connection with his troops, knew that they were close to freeing the prisoners being forced to march at the rear. By now it would be too late for the demons to turn back to stop the prisoners from being freed. Hopefully...hopefully this would be enough. Now was the time! The Harbinger was already far ahead of him, but Nathaliel's strength was his speed and agility. He cringed as he heard his own people being mowed down by the Generals, ripped to shreds by lesser demons, even as they fired their weapons into the fray. This had to end immediately! No more deception! It was time to reveal his true power as one of the Seraphim, the greatest of the heavenly host!

With a cry he launched himself in the air, wings as white snow appearing on his back, twin swords of Light materializing in his hands. With a battle cry that sounded like a trumpet blast, he hurled himself at the nearest General, his body glowing with a fierce light. His very clothing glistened with an aura of power that commanded respect. His swords struck once, twice, beheading the foul demon and striking its heart. With a wail, it disappeared in a thick cloud of billowing smoke. Nathan charged forward, destroying two others in the same way. They were mere child's play to an angel of Nathaliel's power, but the real test was yet to come. The Angel of rivers was gaining upon the Harbinger, and his own heart beat wildly. Angels feared nothing, but they could learn to fear...

With a cry he held up his hand, and a waterspout erupted from the forest floor, directly in front of the still rolling Harbinger. If that didn't get his attention, nothing would.

"Harbinger of Sin! I command you to face me! You will be brought to justice for crimes you have committed against humanity and against the Almighty!" he shouted, his voice like thunder.

Russians paused to gape at the man they thought to be merely one of them, now revealed in his full glory, more like a General than a mere Commander.
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Post by Tortured on Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:29 pm

Crashing and roaring and screaming sounds flew up all around them as the two opposing forces met. Harbinger didn’t care about the prisoners being freed. In the end they would all be dead anyway. They had been caught only for fodder, and nothing else. But, when the war was over, there would be more than enough souls and flesh for his forces to feast upon. Blood and gore spilled and sprayed in the Demon Prince’s wake as he smashed his way through, creating a long line of nothingness in his path. Weapons, firearms included, held no weight against his form. Bullets and such merely bounced off, many of them hitting other targets and leaving him unharmed.

As he rolled through the spout of water, his momentum such that he was a serious match for the juggernaut of legend, the clear liquid splattered in every conceivable direction. Once on the otherside, Harbinger extended his feet onto the ground, partially uncurling from the ball he had been in. The ground shuddered for miles around as he launched himself upward, doing a full twisting forward flip. Upon landing he was facing his opposition, huge jaws gaping as guttural gurgles and growls erupted from them.

The angels’ essence was satisfying to his palette, even though he hadn’t yet ripped into flesh. Brutish eyes settled on him, pupils flaming with scarlet as steam and smoked huffed from flared nostrils. Even though the powerful and deafening sounds of battle, the demon only had mind for the angel. The spikes sticking out from his body fell back against his skin with a series of unnerving clicks and clacks, forming heavy, protective plates.

“The battle is lost, weakling!” His voice was like an explosion, bellowing into and beyond the trees, rising even above the desperate fighting between forces.

As a group of 10 humans came all at once for Harbinger, guns firing, he turned himself toward them. The bullets ricocheted off of his plates, striking some, missing others. The demon did not miss, however, his massive teeth and claws making short work of their delicate flesh bound bodies. Flashing gore infused teeth at the angel, he started moving away. While he was hungry, he had just recently gorged himself and now had something to prove. He was going to, single handily if he could, destroy the angel’s entire army. And he was going to make him watch him do it… by not killing him right away.

Stretching out an arm - and stretching it far too long to be possible – Harbinger grabbed the face of a soldier. Instead of crushing it, and granting a merciful death, he wrenched out his soul instead. He sucked the soul right into himself, the man screeching in raw agony. The demon’s plates were shifting as the soul desperately sought escape. Laughing, Harbinger found another victim, and another. More and more he fed upon, devouring their souls, yet keeping them alive. It was worse than being in Hell, and even worse that they were destined to be in Heaven. Instead they were helplessly trapped within the body of a demon who’s only goal in life was to make others miserable.

“You’ll all die… all of you… and you’ll all be MINE!”

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Post by Ruu on Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:46 pm

The spout of water had produced the desired effect. It had distracted the Harbinger from his path of destruction and focused his attention on the angel. Nathaliel hadn't realized just how enticed the creature would be by his presence, but if he had any doubts, they were quelled by the unsettling hunger in the eyes of the demon lord. Nathaliel steeled himself against the words etched into his mind, reports of angels consumed by the creature, body and soul, forever trapped, never able to return to the beauty and wonder of Heaven. But he was no mere angel. He was a Seraphim, with all the power and grace that the title implied. It was a rare occurrence for a Seraphim to be sent to earth, even a healer, and it was said that not a single Seraphim had ever failed in their mission. Besides, the light of God was with him. Divine justice would not allow the Harbinger to fester in his sins any longer.

"The battle is lost, weakling!"

The demon's voice roared like a cannon, almost as if his voice were a projectile in and of itself.

"The battle is not over, not so long as there is Hope! I am no weakling! I am Nathaliel, angel of the waters, and one of the Seraphim. For too long have you spread your depredations over the earth. Your time has come!"

Before the angel could do anything, however, a group of humans converged on the demon.

"No!" shouted Nathan, but his voice was drowned by gunfire, and then by the cries of the humans as they were torn to pieces.

Nathaliel felt sickened at the demon's smile, terrified at the sight of what the creature was doing. To destroy life was terrible in and of itself. To deny them of their right to the Heavenly Kingdom...That was unthinkable! It was blasphemy! No! No more! This would not go on! With a cry, the angel hurled himself at the demon, placing himself between the demon and the rest of the now retreating army.

"You have no reason to harm these people. Your battle is with me, you fiend!" the angel shouted, his entire body sparking with a heavenly aura, "Your sins are too great to be counted. For this you will be consigned to the deepest pits of Hell, and you shall never escape."

One...two...the Seraphim struck twice with his swords at the armor, hoping to make a chink in the creature's armor. Though the blackness of sin was tough, the Divine Light was made of stronger stuff, or so the angel believed.
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Post by Tortured on Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:19 pm

The thought of Nathaniel’s torment as the souls struggling to release themselves from within him made his cold heart grow warm. A shiver of pleasure rocked through him, the growl issued more of a purr than anything else. Such bliss, painfully delicious. Each twitch of pain from each soul sent ripples of ecstasy through him, and their howls made it all the more delectable. The retreat of the angelic army made something akin to a dark chuckle rise in his chest. How pathetic, that they would rather leave and find hiding places, rather than stand and fight.

Turning toward the Seraphim, his head lowered, growing closer to his level. Nostrils flared, blowing smoke and small bits of debris right into his face. Lips twitched for a moment, as though he was going to say something. He stared for a little while instead, just watching his enemy. Bullets and whatever else was being thrown in his direction no longer mattered. Harbinger knew who his real opponent was, and he would not settle for anything less.

“Oh, sweet angel,” Harbinger said, laughter in his growled tone. “Such enthralling words. I’ll remember them while I’m devouring all that you are later. In fact, maybe I will eat you alive so that you can repeat them to me over and over again.”

As the Seraphim - of which the demon held no fear, only hunger – attacked with blades of holy light, Harbinger’s eyes glowed a fiery red... like the Hells he had been born of. Massive teeth were shown in all their gruesome glory as lips pulled back. Those teeth had bits and chunks of angel gore and blood, stained with innocence.

The first sword struck, clanking against thick, nearly impenetrable plate. Sparks flashed through the air when the second one struck. It found its mark beneath one of the plates, sliding under it to penetrate black flesh. The demon let out an unholy roar. The sound was so loud, so devastating, that it made the forces pause, their bodies freezing in pure terror. Another roar followed the first as he lunged at the angel, jaws gaping so wide they were straining to stay open. Claws stretching, reaching for any purchase of flesh or skin they could find. He was twelve feet of immense muscular power and fury, the tank of the demon world. All Nathaniel’s strike had done was piss him off.

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Post by Ruu on Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:44 pm

As the Harbinger spoke of devouring him alive, Nathaliel hadn't been able to help shuddering. And seeing the teeth marred with the gruesome sight of angel flesh further confirmed the rumors that he consumed angels. Such a reprehensible act should have been punished long ago, but it seemed the more the Harbinger had fought the angels, the stronger he had become. But Nathaliel had to continue to Hope and believe he could win this fight, else all would be lost.

As Nathaliel just penetrated the armor, he winced as the creature let out a roar of anger. The wince was slight, but long enough to cause him to hesitate slightly as the demon reached for him with cruel claws. He felt the claws bite into his flesh, sink deep into his chest, before he pulled himself away, flying upwards just out of reach. Angelic ichor flowed from his wounds, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily. Just a few moments later, however, the wounds had closed as if of their own accord.

"God is on my side, you demon. Not even the greatest of wounds you inflict upon me will stop my resolve or the judgement that has been pronounced upon you! Now, feel the power of divine justice"

With a cry he held out his hands, bathed in the glow of the Seraphim, and pure and holy light washed over the demon. Demons deeply despised light, and even if light could not physically harm a greater demon such as the Harbinger, the angel was merely using this as a destruction. As the light continued to bombard the demon, he moved swiftly in with his swords, attempting to stab through the creatures armor to strike his foul, black heart.
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Post by Tortured on Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:18 pm

“Oh, God smod, what a load of shit,” the demon spat out, as though the very word created a horrible taste in his mouth… which it did. Teeth were bared once more as something foggy and black poured out from the wound Nathaniel had created. One of the many souls he had devoured came to the surface, screaming helplessly before getting ripped into a billion pieces. Harbinger used that destructive energy to heal his own wound.

As the light started to pour forth, that black foggy stuff started to creep from beneath the plates. It was thick and milky, killing the earth and everything that it touched. The light blasted across it, but couldn’t quite penetrate deeply enough to touch him. Eyes burned a hellish red, seeing through the stuff, as the Seraphim’s next attack came plunging for his heart. A simple shift in weight, and the sword skittered off the edge of a plate. It was the angle with which it struck that made it unsuccessful, like a rattlesnake striking the armor of an armadillo. It never worked… not even on the thousandth try. Those teeth flashed and snapped right for Nathaniel’s face, throat, or chest, whichever he could conceivably grab hold of. Even a graze would do. To taste the blood that had already been spilled… why, it made him shudder with pleasure.

On the battlefield, the demons were running the angelic forces down, using the fact that their Commander still lived as a morale boost. They didn’t use his power, but while he was still with them on earth Hell’s strength was there for the taking. As the forces of light took their strength from God, so the forces of darkness took their strength from Satan. The ground trembled and rattled, trees groaning as they started to teeter and break free of their roots. The significant amount of energy was causing strange things to happen in the sky. Thunder was rumbling, but there were no clouds. Lighting struck, but the day was bright.

Wildlife in the area were now either dead or gone, fleeing from the scene with everything that they had. Those closest were now shriveled and decomposing bodies, Harbinger’s essence and energy spreading like the black fog that protected him.

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Post by Ruu on Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:53 pm

Nathaliel felt frustration build within him as the sword did nothing to harm the beast, instead clanging off his armor with an ominous sound. A black mist had formed, terrible in its destructive power, and able to deflect even the Light from the Holy of Holys. It was only through divine protection that he did not share the same fate as the wildlife and foliage. As the souls the Harbinger had imprisoned were completely destroyed, the angel flinched at their terrible fates. And in that moment of uncertainty and indecision, the demon struck with needle-sharp, flashing teeth.

Even an angel could feel pain and agony, and the healer Seraphim had never felt such pain in his life. The Harbinger's teeth struck his chest, causing the celestial being to cry out. The teeth were lodged in deep, near to his heart. He could feel his pulse, thumping in his ears and for a moment the world seemed to go black. A dizzying sensation took hold of him, a sensation he was unused to, even in the myriad ofbattles he had fought. Never before had he faced such a monstrous foe. For a sickening moment, he thought his end was nigh, but no...The strength of God was in him! He must face such an enemy! He must not lose Hope! His body began to shine ever more brightly, even as his own life blood was pouring from his wounds. Steeling himself, he pulled away with all his strength, staggering backwards, enduring the intense surge of pain as his flesh was torn. Even as he did so, however, the wound was allowed to heal of its own accord, his powers fueled by the desperate ray of hope he still clung to. For a moment, he could only regard the demon spawn with contempt and disgust. His entire plan had gone to ruins...The people who for years he had striven to protect and save were being slaughtered by the thousands...The thought of what might had happened to his own unit made his blood run cold. The Harbinger would be brought to justice for his crimes!

"You dare to mock the Lord, to destroy his people...To slaughter his angels...You do not deserve to walk this Earth. You should return to where you belong. No matter how terribly you harm me, I will not fall! I am not afraid of you!"

If light was not going to be effective, perhaps the cleansing force of the waters would be. Closing his eyes, he sought the water that flowed in the ground, manipulating it, shaping it, until it sprung forth from the earth, circling around the demon. He pushed his palms together, and the water began to rush around the demon with crushing force.
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Post by Tortured on Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:31 pm

Water… what an unfounded, and amusing, myth. Laughter burst from smoking lungs as the Seraphim encircled him with water. For the demon, it was like trying to contain and destroy him with the chains and weapons of man. He stretched upward, bones and ligaments and muscles shifting, contorting as he went from all fours to bipedal. Heat started to withdraw into him, rather than expand. He wasn’t going to fight the water, for what point would there be? Water was a nearly endless resource on this earth, and to fight it was to die.

And then, the water was all around him, rushing in from all sides. It slammed into him, but he didn’t need to take a breath. His head came down before something in his back began to move. There were hard ripples beneath leathery skin. A creaking noise followed, as well as popping and cracking. There was a rending sound just before two massive things were wrenched out on either sides of his spine.

Wings were drenched in fluid, and black blood hissed and spat as it ate away at the earth like a potent acid. The water helped to clean them off and free them from their bonds. The demon’s massive teeth were clenched into a snarling grimace of doom as he launched himself upward. Those giant wings were silent in the air, a hush following each flap. His body now glistened with water, making him look like he had been created out of a billion diamonds.

“I mock your God? Well, you mock MINE! Oh wait… I don’t have one.”

There came that gruesome grimace again before he tipped his wings close to his body and plunged down, straight out of the sky. Claws reached out, glinting like blades as he swept them across at Nathaniel’s face. It was time to lose that pretty boy look, and face the music!

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Post by Ruu on Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:43 pm

Nathaliel's eyes widened in horror at the demon's twisted recreation of wings. Wings were meant to signify freedom and glory; pure and spotless, reflecting the divinity of their Creator. These wings were an abomination, misshapen and sunless, and yet they were powerful and true. If the angel thought that he had been given an advantage with flight, he had been sorely mistaken.

The Seraphim had little time to react as the Harbinger descended from the sky, a terrible expression on his features. For just a moment, the angelic guardian beleived that he saw a glimpse of his own death before there was no time to think. Claws were extended, seeking to strike at his face. It did not seem that the blow meant to inflict permanent harm, but that it was more of an attempt to humble the proud seraph. Nathaliel attempted to transform his second sword into a shield, but it was too late. Claws raked across his face, leaving a gash as he cried out in pain. He flipped backwards, and hesitated. Though he was not vain, it hurt that such a lowly creature could have injured him twice now, and he had done nothing but enraged the demon with his own strike. The wound healed of its own accord once again, but if nothing else there was a scar deep in his memory. For a moment, just a moment, fury filled the angel's features, soon to be replaced by a deep calm. An angel was never to be angry and always in control.

"You are an abomination! I will strike you down just as Michael did when he cast Lucifer and his spawn from heaven," cried the angel, never seeming to tire of cliches, even when the battle was going against him.

He held out his hand, aiming directly at the head of the creature of the night. In his other hand his sword twisted and changed to form a golden arrow, which he placed over his finger like he was stretching it over a bow.

"Oh Lord...allow my arrow to fly swift and true...to destroy the darkness and this world renew..."

The prayer was murmured in an instant, the arrow left to fly even faster, heading directly for the creature's head, what the angel hoped was its weak spot.
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