Post by Roxas on Jan 16, 2013 9:13:29 GMT -5
Whilst he walked, and set the pace, she followed calmly. Stepping over the corpses as if they were not even in existence, she fell behind Azazel like a loyal puppy, eager to please its master. She stared at his back whilst he walked, trying to see if she could pick up any feelings coming from the Archangel, any form of doubt or excitement. She saw nothing, no, she definitely saw something. She saw a man who was not only devout and stern in his beliefs, but a man who was extraordinarily skilled in hiding the feelings that he had, who had an innate talent when it came to appearing as nothing but a stone gargoyle, a ratting dog occasionally released by Heaven with no purpose other than to stretch its legs and take down a few demons whilst in the process. The footsteps of their rather large group echoed through the empty city streets as they finally entered Urbadelphia, and it was only now that she let her gaze wander away from Azazel's back, and rotate around her surroundings, staring into the darkness of shadows and back alleys, being constantly aware for the presence of any demons. She knew that they could appear from anywhere at anytime, and wasn't going to be the one who was punished because she wasn't aware of her surroundings. Azazel suddenly stopped.
"Kushiel."
One word, her name. Her eyes widened slightly as she took another step forwards, standing next to the intimidating figure before her. Intimidating. That's what everyone else always thought of him, but she knew that they were all wrong... Azazel was more than just a thug or assassin, beneath it all, he was a person. A person who had been through so much that he had simply cast it all aside in order to focus on the task at hand. She wished that she could reach through to the person, but he always deflected her efforts.
"Yes, Azazel?" He didn't even turn to look at her, just as with the incident on the city outskirts. His eyes just stared forwards, as if there was something before him that was just beyond his reach, and he didn't want to let it out of his sight, lest it escape.
"Minor crossing, to the North-East. Otherborn and Halfers approaching from the North as well. Go and take care of the crossing and swing round and prepare to catch the Network in a pincer attack if things turn violent."
She was thankful for the collar of her large black overcoat, which covered the lower half of her face, and with it, the large smile that was currently on display. It faded away as quickly as it appeared, her blue eyes staring at the side of Azazel's face. He was entrusting her with something important, and she knew there and then that she didn't want to let him down. She nodded and gave a short bow, before backtracking and heading through one of the many alleyways of the city, and into the labyrinth. She was not alone in here, numerous people populated these alleys, the homeless, the gangs of the city and numerous other undesirables who did not wish to show their face in the light of day. Her hands plunged into her pockets as she walked through the darkness and shadow, the outline of her katana felt reassuring as she avoided the stares of those whom she passed. She could tell what they were thinking, what they could see. They didn't see an Angel, they simply saw another victim, someone else who could fall before them, but inwardly she challenged them to attempt to try anything. Whilst they were under orders not to attack any civilians, they were allowed to engage any apparent threats, as Archangel Azazel had so wonderfully proved on the outskirts of the city. Archangel Azazel. He was such an enigma...
"What's wrong, Kushiel?!" One of the older angels said with a smirk as he placed a hand against the tree which Kushiel was stood against, trapping her in place, he leered in near her face. "You look a little bit uncomfortable here! Then again, you're only a lesser angel right now aren't you? I'm a fully-fledged guardian angel now, passed my exam last week..." She was much younger than during the Urbadelphia excursion, and the angel stood before her terrified her. His name was Haniel, and he was one of the best within their class. She grasped her books closer to her chest which earned her a frown from Haniel.
"Hey, Kushiel! What's all this about? Are you scared of me..?" The blue-haired lesser angel looked up at her aggressor and shook her head, trying her best to appear as brave as she wished she was, but it seemed to only enrage Haniel even more. "No..? Well you should be!" He pushed out with his free hand and knocked all of her books, including her bible, to the floor. She leaned down to pick up the scattered texts, but Haniel's hand grabbed her collar and threw her back against the tree, holding her their with a malicious grin on his face. "Y'know, for one of the lesser angels, you're actually quite the looker!" He looked over his shoulder at two of his little cronies who leeched off of his strength in order to appear strong themselves. "You two! Keep an eye out, yeah..? Me and lesser angel Kushiel are gonna' have a little heart-to-heart." They nodded and turned their backs. Kushiel cursed inwardly.
She came to this spot regularly, it was kind of a haven for her, it was quiet, empty and rarely had any sort of disturbances floating around like in the other parts of the compound. She was training in the hopes of becoming an archangel, the elite of their military forces that acted usually in pairs or small squads of four. Sometimes they might pull together a major operation and would work in time with other angelic forces, but that was only if things ever got really bad. But now here she was, being bullied by a guardian angel, a form of divine bodyguard who protected important people without them even knowing. She closed her eyes and twisted her face away from her attacker, bracing herself for the worst.
Thud, crash, grunt.
Haniel turned around to find his two cronies laid out on the floor. A spiky-haired blonde stood before him, cold blue eyes regarding the situation with a detached interest. There was the briefest pause before Haniel spoke out.
"What?! Who are you?!" The figure took a menacing step forwards and removed their hands from the pockets of the leather jacket that they were wearing, and reached up to the long scarf that covered their mouth and fluttered out behind them. Pulling it down to reveal their mouth, they spoke in a cold voice that send chills straight down Kushiel's spine.
"I am Archangel Azazel." He said bluntly, stating his title as if it were nothing more than a name. Both Kushiel and Haniel stood wide-eyed, staring at the figure before them. Kushiel could hardly believe it, she was actually being saved by an archangel, the rarest and most powerful of heaven's soldiers within the Third Sphere was actually stood before her. She said nothing, remained quiet, trying not to draw too much attention to herself as Azazel pulled his scarf back up over his mouth, and started to roll up his sleeves. Kushiel's eyes widened even further as she realized just what the archangel was doing. He pressed his wrists together, a tattoo was stained onto each wrist, which when held together formed the Holy Seal of the Vatican. Haniel suddenly took a hasty and worried step back.
"H-hey!" He growled, shifting to the right slightly, as if he didn't want to be associated with Kushiel. "That's the Holy Seal! Y-you wouldn't use that on another angel, would you?!" Azazel regarded Haniel calmly as he spoke out.
"You have threatened your kin. You are no longer an angel." The seal on his wrists started to glow, and Haniel took another step back, his breaths coming quick and fast.
"Wh-what?! Do you mean..?"
"Sancti signaverus: Angelica Suscitatio" The seals on the archangels wrists suddenly erupted in a bright white light, as the black leather jacket that he was wearing bleached to a white colour, his eyes seemed to beam out with an almost sanctimonious power, his hair quivered and swept around as if caught in a great wind as white seals were drawn across his cheeks, eyes and forehead. A white ring of energy formed just above his head and then the piece de resistance, a pair of white feathery wings burst forth from his back and spread wide, easily spanning at least ten feet in length. They folded behind his back, where they twitched lightly whilst he stared down at Haniel.
"Anael Haniel. By the power vested in me as an agent of the Third Sphere of heaven, I hereby banish you from the realm of God and cast you down onto earth, your wings clipped and your soul accursed. Be gone from this world, and may the Lord have mercy on your soul." The archangel stepped forwards and reached out, grasping Haniel's forehead firmly, his other hand crossing over his own heart as he muttered under his breath.
"Sancti Ius: Exilium"
Smoke suddenly started to rise from underneath the archangels hand and when he released his grip, Kushiel saw that the Holy Seal of Banishment had been burnt into Haniel's face. With this done, the former guardian angel fell backwards and straight through the clouds that made up the floor of the Three Spheres of Heaven, banished forever to Earth. Kushiel stared as the space through which Haniel had fallen, steadily repaired itself. She looked up at the archangel, whose clothing had returned to it's original colour, the halo and wings gone, his eyes no longer seeming to glow with divine power. Her chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths as the archangel turned away from her, and started to walk away from her. She said nothing, she knew that he would probably ignore her anyway if she did. But she suddenly had a solid resolve, she knew what it was that she was going to do. She would become an archangel like the man before her, she would protect those who couldn't protect themselves, just like he had protected her.[/i]
She was in front of the crossing. The alley wall before her was twisted and distorted, forming an odd brick-like gateway out of which demons poured with claws gleaming and fangs snapping. Kushiel reached into her coat and pulled out her blade that was similar to the one wielded by all angels. The hissing sound of the weapon earned her the attention of the demons who all looked at her as one. One of them stepped forwards and snarled out a single world.
"Aaaaangeeeeel..."
Then they all rushed forwards.
Her blade worked quickly, running across the necks of demons and cleaving flesh from bone. Her face remained as impassive as stone as she slaughtered demons left and right, the hordes falling before as nothing more than feathers whilst she worked. The determination to do well for Azazel coated every stroke of her blade, her commitment to their cause added strength to each slice of the her sword. It wasn't long before the demon causing the crossing was laid dead at her feet, the scene slowly reverting back to its natural state as she sheathed her blade back inside of her jacket and gave a small grunt of disappointment. She had been hoping for more, but still, she had got the job done, so it was time to swing around and observe these 'Network' people.
"I won't disappoint you, Azazel." She muttered quietly as she set off at a jog.
YAY. More archangel stuff.
"Kushiel."
One word, her name. Her eyes widened slightly as she took another step forwards, standing next to the intimidating figure before her. Intimidating. That's what everyone else always thought of him, but she knew that they were all wrong... Azazel was more than just a thug or assassin, beneath it all, he was a person. A person who had been through so much that he had simply cast it all aside in order to focus on the task at hand. She wished that she could reach through to the person, but he always deflected her efforts.
"Yes, Azazel?" He didn't even turn to look at her, just as with the incident on the city outskirts. His eyes just stared forwards, as if there was something before him that was just beyond his reach, and he didn't want to let it out of his sight, lest it escape.
"Minor crossing, to the North-East. Otherborn and Halfers approaching from the North as well. Go and take care of the crossing and swing round and prepare to catch the Network in a pincer attack if things turn violent."
She was thankful for the collar of her large black overcoat, which covered the lower half of her face, and with it, the large smile that was currently on display. It faded away as quickly as it appeared, her blue eyes staring at the side of Azazel's face. He was entrusting her with something important, and she knew there and then that she didn't want to let him down. She nodded and gave a short bow, before backtracking and heading through one of the many alleyways of the city, and into the labyrinth. She was not alone in here, numerous people populated these alleys, the homeless, the gangs of the city and numerous other undesirables who did not wish to show their face in the light of day. Her hands plunged into her pockets as she walked through the darkness and shadow, the outline of her katana felt reassuring as she avoided the stares of those whom she passed. She could tell what they were thinking, what they could see. They didn't see an Angel, they simply saw another victim, someone else who could fall before them, but inwardly she challenged them to attempt to try anything. Whilst they were under orders not to attack any civilians, they were allowed to engage any apparent threats, as Archangel Azazel had so wonderfully proved on the outskirts of the city. Archangel Azazel. He was such an enigma...
"What's wrong, Kushiel?!" One of the older angels said with a smirk as he placed a hand against the tree which Kushiel was stood against, trapping her in place, he leered in near her face. "You look a little bit uncomfortable here! Then again, you're only a lesser angel right now aren't you? I'm a fully-fledged guardian angel now, passed my exam last week..." She was much younger than during the Urbadelphia excursion, and the angel stood before her terrified her. His name was Haniel, and he was one of the best within their class. She grasped her books closer to her chest which earned her a frown from Haniel.
"Hey, Kushiel! What's all this about? Are you scared of me..?" The blue-haired lesser angel looked up at her aggressor and shook her head, trying her best to appear as brave as she wished she was, but it seemed to only enrage Haniel even more. "No..? Well you should be!" He pushed out with his free hand and knocked all of her books, including her bible, to the floor. She leaned down to pick up the scattered texts, but Haniel's hand grabbed her collar and threw her back against the tree, holding her their with a malicious grin on his face. "Y'know, for one of the lesser angels, you're actually quite the looker!" He looked over his shoulder at two of his little cronies who leeched off of his strength in order to appear strong themselves. "You two! Keep an eye out, yeah..? Me and lesser angel Kushiel are gonna' have a little heart-to-heart." They nodded and turned their backs. Kushiel cursed inwardly.
She came to this spot regularly, it was kind of a haven for her, it was quiet, empty and rarely had any sort of disturbances floating around like in the other parts of the compound. She was training in the hopes of becoming an archangel, the elite of their military forces that acted usually in pairs or small squads of four. Sometimes they might pull together a major operation and would work in time with other angelic forces, but that was only if things ever got really bad. But now here she was, being bullied by a guardian angel, a form of divine bodyguard who protected important people without them even knowing. She closed her eyes and twisted her face away from her attacker, bracing herself for the worst.
Thud, crash, grunt.
Haniel turned around to find his two cronies laid out on the floor. A spiky-haired blonde stood before him, cold blue eyes regarding the situation with a detached interest. There was the briefest pause before Haniel spoke out.
"What?! Who are you?!" The figure took a menacing step forwards and removed their hands from the pockets of the leather jacket that they were wearing, and reached up to the long scarf that covered their mouth and fluttered out behind them. Pulling it down to reveal their mouth, they spoke in a cold voice that send chills straight down Kushiel's spine.
"I am Archangel Azazel." He said bluntly, stating his title as if it were nothing more than a name. Both Kushiel and Haniel stood wide-eyed, staring at the figure before them. Kushiel could hardly believe it, she was actually being saved by an archangel, the rarest and most powerful of heaven's soldiers within the Third Sphere was actually stood before her. She said nothing, remained quiet, trying not to draw too much attention to herself as Azazel pulled his scarf back up over his mouth, and started to roll up his sleeves. Kushiel's eyes widened even further as she realized just what the archangel was doing. He pressed his wrists together, a tattoo was stained onto each wrist, which when held together formed the Holy Seal of the Vatican. Haniel suddenly took a hasty and worried step back.
"H-hey!" He growled, shifting to the right slightly, as if he didn't want to be associated with Kushiel. "That's the Holy Seal! Y-you wouldn't use that on another angel, would you?!" Azazel regarded Haniel calmly as he spoke out.
"You have threatened your kin. You are no longer an angel." The seal on his wrists started to glow, and Haniel took another step back, his breaths coming quick and fast.
"Wh-what?! Do you mean..?"
"Sancti signaverus: Angelica Suscitatio" The seals on the archangels wrists suddenly erupted in a bright white light, as the black leather jacket that he was wearing bleached to a white colour, his eyes seemed to beam out with an almost sanctimonious power, his hair quivered and swept around as if caught in a great wind as white seals were drawn across his cheeks, eyes and forehead. A white ring of energy formed just above his head and then the piece de resistance, a pair of white feathery wings burst forth from his back and spread wide, easily spanning at least ten feet in length. They folded behind his back, where they twitched lightly whilst he stared down at Haniel.
"Anael Haniel. By the power vested in me as an agent of the Third Sphere of heaven, I hereby banish you from the realm of God and cast you down onto earth, your wings clipped and your soul accursed. Be gone from this world, and may the Lord have mercy on your soul." The archangel stepped forwards and reached out, grasping Haniel's forehead firmly, his other hand crossing over his own heart as he muttered under his breath.
"Sancti Ius: Exilium"
Smoke suddenly started to rise from underneath the archangels hand and when he released his grip, Kushiel saw that the Holy Seal of Banishment had been burnt into Haniel's face. With this done, the former guardian angel fell backwards and straight through the clouds that made up the floor of the Three Spheres of Heaven, banished forever to Earth. Kushiel stared as the space through which Haniel had fallen, steadily repaired itself. She looked up at the archangel, whose clothing had returned to it's original colour, the halo and wings gone, his eyes no longer seeming to glow with divine power. Her chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths as the archangel turned away from her, and started to walk away from her. She said nothing, she knew that he would probably ignore her anyway if she did. But she suddenly had a solid resolve, she knew what it was that she was going to do. She would become an archangel like the man before her, she would protect those who couldn't protect themselves, just like he had protected her.[/i]
She was in front of the crossing. The alley wall before her was twisted and distorted, forming an odd brick-like gateway out of which demons poured with claws gleaming and fangs snapping. Kushiel reached into her coat and pulled out her blade that was similar to the one wielded by all angels. The hissing sound of the weapon earned her the attention of the demons who all looked at her as one. One of them stepped forwards and snarled out a single world.
"Aaaaangeeeeel..."
Then they all rushed forwards.
Her blade worked quickly, running across the necks of demons and cleaving flesh from bone. Her face remained as impassive as stone as she slaughtered demons left and right, the hordes falling before as nothing more than feathers whilst she worked. The determination to do well for Azazel coated every stroke of her blade, her commitment to their cause added strength to each slice of the her sword. It wasn't long before the demon causing the crossing was laid dead at her feet, the scene slowly reverting back to its natural state as she sheathed her blade back inside of her jacket and gave a small grunt of disappointment. She had been hoping for more, but still, she had got the job done, so it was time to swing around and observe these 'Network' people.
"I won't disappoint you, Azazel." She muttered quietly as she set off at a jog.
YAY. More archangel stuff.
