Taking care of 'Good' Friends (open)

[Satan]

((For now it shall be between these three but there will be a time where others can join.))


“The Aurora, what a beautiful name, so this is where those two spend their earth bound days. No longer do they have their brother Lucifer to aid their plight nor their choir. Their might. Only two are left how pretty.” The voice dark and menacing could be heard for miles while he stood so close to his target. “Ah one is not here but the judge doth fair, oh whisper her curses upon mine ear. Their precious council, their clueless fifth, the mindless humans bereft.”

Out of the darkness across the street he stepped though human and creature alike. None could see him for the moment though around his hooves the asphalt did melt. He left tracks of glistening hooves but none would see such for cars passed over it and he through them without a hitch.

Cloven hooves stamped him near the stairs that one would walk down, dark fog rolled before him, the guard whom usually stood outside first looked down to the fog and then up his eyes catching the light and reflecting in it a fire showing Satan that this was one of the fallen ones, one of Cassiel’s brood. “So it is true... Cassiel still lives?” Quickly now Satan grabbed the fallen throne by his throat with one hand forcing the wings to appear and with his other ripped one from his back. The screams would have been sweet if the angel had a breath in which to make the sound.

The man was tossed aside his wing crumpled and mutilated. But he would fight for Midnite was not here Sofiel was alone His cries sounded through the halls and those inside were alerted. Satan knew the angel would come he would have to choose a side flight or fight. Moving aside from the stumbling one he latched onto the other wing and with a hoof placed between the thing’s shoulders and his hand holding the wing fast. There was a twist and a yank and to the ground was cast another wing. “You are now mortal you can choose to die at my hand which would be foolish. Oh what the heck.”

Slamming his fist into the now mortal’s head he watched the skull fracture in placed and break in others. Righting himself again he licked the blood from his knuckles as he continued on inside. The doors opened for him and the patrons upon the inside looked at him, the Demons cowered and moved towards him, the fallen moved to the back of the room, Vampires and other such things were quite the treat. “Where is Shoftiel...”

[Shoftiel]

She was in her room down below when she felt the darkness draw near, the fog that rolled inside just told her who had come even before he slaughtered the fallen. Her book slammed shut as she wrapped her fingers around the golden hammer closing her eyes she then opened them again, the silver hues unhidden behind the chocolate. Climbing the stairs from the lower levels she motioned for those who could make it to her to hide below.

Her clothing shifting much like her hair as it bled into white against her skin. Her wings shimmering into appearance as well the four. “Satan I am here what do you-” her words were cut by an onslaught of demons that once trudged towards the God of Chaos. “Not this crap again... this is a place of peace between the races. There is no-” Her hammer lifted and slammed into a demon that rushed at her. Her form quite visible for all to see, the Hammer glowed as it broke through the demon. But before Sofiel could react; another two were at her. “Call your lackeys… off.” The hammer greeted another in the stomach before it began growing in size.

[Satan]

Just as he had planned the demons came to him and under his control, they distracted the angel while he stalked around them while she fought against those that she knew. A tilt of his head and an ever present smile upon his face had him think that nothing could be more perfect than this very moment. His fingers curled around two of her wings and tightened pulling her from the thrashing Demons who all fell to the ground once he held her. Their human hosts unable to remain alive when Satan invaded their bodies.

He pulled Sofiel’s back to his body pressing her against him. “You could have fallen when they had you, I heard you screaming from hell. While I slumbered because of you. You, Cassiel and Uriel. Speaking of which where is god’s light. Oh that is right in the great war between the hosts of angels he was lost. I remember reading about it in the reports.”

Clutching both wings he chose this time to use a show of his strength a twist and a shove and he had flung her towards one of the many pillars in the club.

[Shoftiel]

She yelped when he held tight her wings. She could feel the feathers moving to his touch. His closeness had the angel snarl at him. But his words silenced her, he knew. There was no way that they would be able to get there just wasn’t anyone... Her thoughts were removed when she felt the twist of his hold her thoughts raced on was he going to remove her wings? Instead her body was hurtled through the air his godly powers showing. The concrete shattered against her tumbling form.

Laying among the rubble she pushed it from her before she let her wings do the rest. Rubble flew and with it she launched an attack on Satan. One of her own. The hammer drawn back and as she neared it was arched towards his head.

[Satan]

Dark eyes intent on watching the angel as she was driven into the pillar. Satan was not surprised when she burst from the rubble. But he was when she launched herself at him, this was not the Judge of old that stood back and watched before calling upon the gavel and the books. This was something new something that wasn’t her natural course. Just what did the humans do to her to make her risk it so much.

Turning his head just in time his horn hooking her arm but it only sent the hammer into the opposing horn. The thick protruding horn took the brunt of the hammer’s force and that of the angelic gallantry behind it. The smooth polished surface cracked, shattered like that of a broken car windshield still held together by a sticky film. He back handed Sofiel away from him as he howled in his anguish. But he was quickly at her throat lifting her into the air his other hand grappling the wrist to the hand that held the hammer. His eyes blood shot as the pain etched into him. “Shoftiel, enjoy your Prison.”

Roaring in his anger he drew from the ground his throne or something that resembled it, the twisting metal took to holding the angel taking her from his arms. Twisting metal coiled around her pinning her wings and stretching them out on display as the wrought iron working clamped through flesh.

[Shoftiel]

The back hand caught Sofiel in her stomach winding her a moment; unable to recover before those thick hands subdued her. Her free hand pressed into his skin trying to free her throat from his grip while she struggled against him. She had not seen the black metal inking into this realm nor did she see it rising and twisting behind her. His words had her think he would be dragging her into hell like he had done to Abaddon.

That didn’t come what there was, was the feel of clamps tearing into her wings. Uncurling them from their position, stretching them out to their fullest as she was ripped from Satan’s grip by his own. Her hands were next as the iron working held them out to the side of her. Even more metal grabbed at her ankles and coiled around her legs holding her in the position of a messenger from God. “Midnite will find you...”

[Cassiel]

Away from his shelter speaking with the other heavenly hosts but choosing to do so in his mortal shell rather than his true vestige. Midnite was told of the workings and the many ways in which the human race was trying to cover it up. Even among the angels there were arguments as to what caused his waking that was until one recited a poem written by Shoftiel. There was even more of an uproar and a fist was clenched and slammed into the table. “I have to go.” It was all that he said as he left them bickering amongst themselves.

It was then he felt it; it was terribly wrong several voices cried out for him and not him but the other side of him the side he had hidden for so many years. Though to god it wasn’t hidden. He at least perfected his appearance that even to many of his brothers he just looked like one of the creepy angels that guided the race he watched. He fled to earth now and in his hast reached the Aurora just as Shoftiel’s hammer hit Satan’s horn. The effect of the blow was not something that he thought possible nor something that he had hoped to see. Shoftiel was in her glory the white and silver.

But the god was quick and he strung her up like a boy would his sister’s doll. This angered him. “Already found.”

[Satan]

Dark eyes watched the angel bleed before him while the iron positioned her. The Irony in the position was it was a threat to the hiding angel. But where was he? Was this sign going to be left out on the open along with the bodies? He watched the fallen cowering in the back and smirked. “Now is the time to flee or I can make samples of your corpses.” With that many fought their way to the exits. He stood admiring his work as the iron twisted around the angel and her four wings.

Lowering his head his eyes then closed as his lips tugged into a smirk as he felt the Angelic presence masked by the mortal shell. “Oh there you are... Why don’t you show your face!” He moved quickly towards Midnite, his hands reaching out first as he was laughing manically. Should he have made contact with Midnite he would then proceed to toss him into the tangled mass of iron that strung the angelic Judge on display.

[Cassiel]

Midnite didn’t have time to react before the God was at him. His body grabbed and thrown through the air into the mass of Iron. But just before they could grab him in their clutches too he disappeared. Reappearing and flying at the god with a staff made of metal with gold and silver twisting along the rod. “Back to hell with you!” He couldn’t worry about Sofiel right now. He needed to get Satan out of his sanctuary. A sanctuary that so many called home. There were a few that never left. When he came down in the day they were there and when he left the club to retreat into his rooms they hadn’t left yet.

He swung the rod around so that the end was pointed towards the God himself. The weapon not in it’s true form as he called on it without reveling himself. He only hoped to take Satan from his home as their battle in there would only mean the building would be destroyed and those on the outside would know. “This place was a sanctuary your demons.” He looked around them. The demons that frequented we all on the ground their blank eyes staring endlessly into death. “You killed them too?” He swung the rod around this time going for the damaged horn.

[Shoftiel]

Her eyes moved from one to the other as Midnite arrived, this was not a fight anyone wanted to see and as the fallen and the others fled it seemed Satan only then recognized that Midnite had arrived, Cassiel masked his powers well Shoftiel knew it was him because of her books. What would he do now, she couldn’t help him. Would he banish Satan to hell on his own or would they be locked in battle like they had been many years ago?

She couldn’t see what she looked like but she knew it was a gruesome sign to anyone that set their sights on her. Blood seeped from the wounds in her wings down her feathers as the droplets fell they glittered before splashing on the iron that held her four feet from the ground itself.