Taking care of 'Good' Friends (open)

[Satan]

The mass of red and black span around to face where the humanish angelic force pushed from. “Back to hell?” the rod staff in his arms was familiar he had seen it used against him before but not in such a simple manner. It was missing part of it, a very key piece. This angel was Cassiel in hiding? He frowned; Cassiel would have called the whole weapon. The blunted weapon jabbed him in the stomach as the man came to him and he took it without a hitch.

“Things happen when I control the floundering fools that try to say they will walk the narrow paths.” His hand lifted to block the holy rod from touching his horn, that blasted gavel of the Judge had shattered the protective shell. That had never happened before then again none seemed to want to touch them. Digits curled around the rod as he twisted both the angelic one and the rod around swinging them almost with his godly force before he let them both go. “Come now show your face or are you such a weak angel that you have none that would frighten this lesser of a god to that of your precious lord.”

[Cassiel]

His blue eyes brightened against the more natural human appearance as the Rod was blocked and held tight. He couldn’t let it go and so he held onto it as Satan swung around taking him and the rod for a ride before he was let go. Once again he was airborne and not on his own account. He smashed through what was left of a pillar and caught his footing using the rod as an anchor to slow and eventually stop his slide. A glance was given to Shoftiel as she was on display. Those brightly coloured hues returned to Satan’s demonic form.

“Satan, You already know me. We have met.” With that said he again rushed at the god. Two of his wings unfurling behind him at first and then two more. The third set curled around him protectively as he pummeled into the god taking him up and though one of the sky lights that had been painted black. He would continue going taking the god as far as he could before diving to the ground using Satan as a cushion.

[Satan]

Blackened lips curved upwards, his laughter resounding “Have we...” the laughter faded suddenly as four wings appeared. Uriel? But then the third pair curled around him just before the Angel overwhelmed him, this was no fallen. The wings, those three pairs of wings, the rod that hit him previously; This was one Angel that he had not expected to meet with the Judge. “Cassiel!!!!” His voice roared in his anger as he was lifted with the strength of the Archangel.

Glass shattered at his back, the angel pushing him through the opening and up still. In the night sky any humans looking in the direction would see the likes of a shooting star those more incline to seeing the Supernatural would see the angel The mass of wings and the horned God as they sailed through the sky. Many of the Fallen that were once inside the Club returned to see what they could do few made their way to those that mattered Lucifer among them, one or two vampires sought to find Vlad as he was the eldest among them.

“So it is the one that cursed Lamashtu with human emotions and the one that pulled souls from hell, my souls!” His anger still ringing in his voice even as he felt his body now falling at an alarming rate. Both Satan and the angel smashed into the ground scattering dust around them.

[Cassiel]

His eyes looked onto the world below, the Fallen that watched him the humans that continued on oblivious to the on goings those that had been watching he turned them away forcing into their mind the image of a shooting star. He disagreed with such a show of his powers but it was necessary. Something beneath the surface of the god was being twisted. Lamashtu his ‘daughter’ the demoness that Cassiel had given a gift to. She was still not awake? That only meant bad things for the world. Of course Cassiel heard the stories from the demonic Patrons those very ones that were now dead.

As the dust settled the six winged angel in his robed glory stood over Satan. The Halberd’s spear like tip pressed to the throat of the god, the Ax pointing to his chest while the pick to balance the weapon could easily be twisted over. Those locks of hair tight against his features. The bright eyes unnatural to say the least. The Vatican’s nightmare if any of their followers ever saw Cassiel’s true form. How would they explain that one when they preached against such? Their followers would start singing Bob Marley songs refer to God as Jah and visit Jamaica next.

“Lamashtu was given a gift, better than you could give to her. The innocent Souls that had been sent to hell in the two hundred years that Shoftiel had gone missing were never your souls. Get back to hell or I will send you there myself.”

[Satan]

Back flat against the earth in the crater they had formed, the point of the Halberd he knew well it was the one weapon that he knew both inside and out for he had formed it with his dear aloof brother. Snarling his fangs were bared to the six winged angel, his voice booming, the earth shaking around them as they were the point of origin. The clash of powers made it near to impossible for any to think this a simple occasion. “You can’t send me to hell alone, You aren’t strong enough on your own Cassiel. You need your Dear Weak Shoftiel and your dear lost Uriel... He isn’t returning his body resides in hell where he was taken.” Pupils bloomed wider than the iris of his eyes and wider still.

“You would need Lucy boy your fallen brethren to regain his grace. You know that isn’t possible. Earth will be mine soon and all your angels will feel my wrath as will my brother. Soon Heaven will fall and all the realms will be mine.” Eyes darker than the night his body became that of blood as his laughter lifted into the sky. His form melting into the earth. “Join me Cassiel…” He whispered as he melted into the ground.




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.:. OOC .:.

Side note:- From this point others are.... are Welcome to join. The two (Cassiel and Satan) are out in the open, in a field or a park. Shoftiel is on display in the Aurora and wouldn't likely be going anywhere unless she is set free from her unholy prison *Cue evil laughter.* That could be pushed into a different thread that would be taking place at the same time as this one but those choosing to play there wouldn't be able to play here *More evil laughter.* Sorry Normal humans would turn away and walk in the other direction as Cassiel is exercising his power to conceal our actions from them as usual.... But anyone else is welcome Gifted humans, Witches, Warlocks, Curious Fallen, Demons, Vampires, the Fifth..... Yes even the Council and other angels are welcome to join the party.

[Jonas]

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.

Jonas sat alone for a moment longer. The Council had met and disbanded, each to their own tasks, each to check their part of the world. He was pleased that Morgan would have an apprentice, pleased that Vlad seemed to have found himself another willing donor; he was a solid man or vampire, so long as his hungers were satisfied, he was as reliable as any of the Four. His perspective was not quite like the rest, and that was what Jonas found most valuable. Satan had taken an interest in his people, and Jonas did not like that, not a bit. The Council was a group of volunteers, but Jonas had been too long under a crown, in a throne, or in the lead not to take his position as Primus seriously. Their safety was always a concern of his; Judas, Morgan, Vlad -- all of them, and now a child, Esme.

I don't think Gloom and Doom would take too kindly to you thinking he needs protecting, he does travel to Hell and back, literally. Why don't we pop over to Morgan's bedchamber and give her some personal protection? The old Leech can handle himself, I thought he took this Satan business pretty well.

"Not the point, and you know it. It falls to us to risk their lives, our lives, properly. We are going to be in a battle, and to keep the Invisible War invisible, we will be taking risks that, in the past, we used to avoid." Jonas stepped forward, and moved himself through the Correspondence Point to the roof of the manor. He stood on its tiled surface lightly, and then walked along the spine of the roof deep in thought. "When was the last time things were so dire?"

You really want me to answer that? Wasn't there an apocalypse just last year?

"Not of this proportion."

What? it was a 'tiny' ending of the world? Do you hear yourself?

Jonas groaned, and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "You know what I mean."

Point. Poor Nyarlthotep. Always a Bridesmaid, never a Bride. How many times is that for him?

"Are we counting the SS cult in '38?"

You know I do. Hot blonde or not. How was I to know she was one of his?

"By the tattoo on the back of her neck."

I noticed it when she turned over, didn't I?

"Only because I was beginning to reassert myself."

And yet you finished the -- interrogation.

Jonas chuckled, that he had. "We have other matters to attend to. It is time we visited old friends and acquaintances, yours and mine, and find out what they know. I have already sent signals along our web of contacts, they will know we are coming." He shook his head, "I will cover our movements, of course, leave a facsimile here in the Manor, so that the eyes of our enemies remain off of our activities. It is time for stealth and --" He looked up to see a star blaze across the heavens, and for a moment, he shielded his eyes. He felt Samyaza adjust his vision, asserting control over his senses and his body, such adjustments were a matter of course to Jonas now.

"Is that --?" The Warlock was rarely surprised, in fact, he could not remember the last time that he was. If what he was sensing was correct, it was an event that had gone unrecorded for -

- a long bloody time. We need to go to the Aurora.

"Why?"

What is missing from that mess?

"Sofiel." Jonas nodded and prepared himself. His eyes, already dark, bled to complete blackness, like the inky depths of space without the stars. Lights played under his clothes, indeed, under his skin, as sigils and signs and seals appeared, moved, and reordred themselves into their proper places; the mathematics of magic. He shielded himself from external powers, and laced his body with the words Samyaza had known since Creation. Neither Warlock nor Demon could know what they might encounter, and it was best to plan for the worse, and hope for the best. Jonas hoped it was enoough, if he could soak one superior strike, he would then have time to escape if necessary. "Just like that time we had to deal with the Avatar of Azatoth."

Are we ready? I can sense her. Something is wrong.

Jonas walked along the roof, and when he took the final step that would have him falling off the tiles, he stepped out onto the floor of the Aurora, walking through its shattered entrance. He allowed Samyaza to assert himself, but without a bargain, Jonas could reclaim control at any time.

It was not Jonas' voice that issued forth, but that of the Fallen, the Demon Within. "Shoftiel, it is I. First of the Grigori, the last to be bound by your delivery of Judgement." There was a pause as he moved closer to the bound Angel. "And a regular consumer of both your martinis and your mai tais. I'd ask you to jiggle a bit for a tip, but I can see you're tied up."

Jonas/Sam glanced to their sides, and Sam allowed his power to leak through Jonas flesh. The whisper of wings, the hint of fire and smoke, like ephemeral shadows sprang from his back. To wispy to be counted, they were simply known to be there, and would keep all but the bravest creatures at bay. "It saddens me to see you so. I was rather fond of your human skin."

It was Jonas that raised a hand and grasped the power of entropy, accelerating the decay of the iron that bound Shoftiel, oxidizing iron into rust. It was Samyaza that began to break pieces of iron away to free the Angel. "Free her, but don't tease her. That just seems cruel, even for you. We both know what she has suffered."

I forget myself. Gingerly, Jonas and Sam worked to free Shoftiel's wings.

[Shoftiel]

Her head was bowed for the most part wings shuddering behind the Iron shackles. Silver opened onto the ground, from her grip the Gavel fell. The Iron it touched recoiled into the ground whence it came. The rest of the Iron becoming not more than Iron that held her fast Weakening the angel as they seeped their unholy poisons into her body. White slowly became dank, dimmed, dirty. Closing her eyes once more they only opened again when she felt the appearance of an old friend, one that held high regard in her thoughts even the demonic force bound inside of him had earned Shoftiel’s smile and a nod.

The voice that came from him was not what she wanted to hear though she couldn’t deny that she didn’t enjoy hearing him speak again. Just as he had when her Gavel had been lifted on his trial. Her lips parted slowly “Samyaza…” with a breath drawn into her chest there after her single word she then continued softly with a smile appearing on her lips. “The last to be bound by my judgment and the first to be freed by the tasks of a man.” She chuckled softly as she lifted her head. Pulling her hands against the Iron that held tightly her wrists.

“Are you so reminded of your trial by this form? When facing the Nether God one must do so in the form that they were given and not the one in which they hide.” As the pair worked her wings became more like wisps of a child’s dream, their light showing through once more. To each being freed one at a time they were stretched but could not fade entirely. “Cassiel is fighting him. Cassiel hasn’t shown himself since he took to watching and bringing peace.”

Pulling on her wrists again she looked to Jonas and Sam “This time is different... we aren’t as many as we were in the past. Lucifer... Uriel they have been... taken in one form or the other neither able to help. Satan is free... What I have suffered will be nothing compared to what the world will suffer under his hand.”

[Cassiel]

It wasn’t hard for Cassiel to keep his balance as the earth shook beneath their clashing powers his lip twitched as he slammed the halberd down into the earth smashing the blood and earth “Never!” Swinging the Halberd around once more as he tore through the air. “Show yourself Coward!” He felt the pull to heaven once more but he had just come from there. Stretching out all six of his wings he roared in his anger.

Lifting his eye to the heavens he used his angelic powers on the humans that were around the area. He knew that Satan was likely to pop up in a sudden and the more he thought about it the more he waited for that moment to come. His wings fluttered his eyes scanning the very shadows for any sign of the god.

When the Call to heaven became to great for him to ignore he lifted his great wings and lifted from the ground.

[Jonas]

Sam could not lie to himself or Jonas, not well anyway, and not unless they were both willing to allow themselves to be fooled. It had happened a time or three in their very long and ancient history together, but now was not one of those times. It pleased the once-Grigori to hear his name fall from the lips of Shoftiel, one of the highest Order of Angels. ”Not your Judgment, Sweetness, but the Judgment of our Lord. You just carried down the sentence, and looked fantastic doing so.” He flexed his smoky wings, fanning the air wit his power, keeping other supernatural beings at bay with that alone, while Jonas added another layer of warding to them. “I would prefer to avoid a fight if she is badly harmed.”

”It is good to know that even he can get off his hands.” Sam/Jonas frowned slightly. Both Warlock and Demon had both become disappointed in the seeming neutrality of the Angels. Samyaza loved humanity, and the world, and in those thoughts he, he was in agreement with Jonas. Humanity was worth the defending, they each held a bit of the divine in them; a spark, a light that drew him. He pulled the last of the rotted, rusted, pitted iron from Shoftiel’s angelic form. ”I am reminded of many things when I see this form, Shoftiel.” He touched her face gently, turning it from side to side as he inspected her. ”You are freed. Remember who did so.”

He placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her away from the twisted iron works as it began to crumble into rust. Jonas caressed Shoftiel’s face, “What you have suffered remains what you have suffered. What has been done to you by Satan’s hand pales beside what was done to you at Mortal hands.” He shook his head sadly, “I too enjoyed your other guise, though I knew it was a falsehood, Samyaza and I deduced the truth some time ago. Come away with us, we can mend you. This place is no longer safe.” There is a pause, as Jonas gestured and symbols appeared and burned white hot into the ground around them, until they were standing in a great Seal of Solomon. "We have used an old magic. You are not up to battle, listen to Jonas, come away with us."

Great and small, enemies of the Warlock and of the Angels, clamored at the limites of the Warding. The peace of the club was broken, and Jonas wondered if it would ever be as it once was.

[Shoftiel]

At his words the judge only quirked a brow. Her feathers bristled the soft light shining through yet not bright enough to banish any creature of darkness. The fallen one before her or was he truly a demon now? She could feel his aid, the love and compassion still within him. She couldn’t question the judgment given, she couldn’t or wouldn’t do it as she was still one of those. But his will to protect her was outstanding. “Cassiel is the Angel of Peace, and I am the Judge we are both the angels bound to neutrality, just as Azrael is because he is the angel of death. We do not like things that happen, we do not like to see man suffer. But we are god’s servants to disobey him is to fall. Cassiel and I cannot fall.” She then tilted her head “Do you think he likes sitting back and watching? It is why he tries to drown himself nightly here. Why the Aurora was a sanctuary, to keep other neutrals like us safe.”

When he touched her she didn’t recoil as one would expect she didn’t feel it initially. However she did feel when he turned her face. “Many things you are reminded of? Things like?” She looked him over just as he had done her. “I was freed by Samyaza and Jonas.”

His hands rested upon her hip and he pulled her free from the rusting Iron. Easily now without their support the weakened angel fell towards Jonas his hands on her cheeks helped, keeping her from falling over in any direction. She could barely hear his voice his words seemed more and more distant. The floor began glowing and to it she set her eyes. The Seal of Solomon had been adapted as the religious symbol The Star of David. She guessed it was because Solomon wasn’t all that saintly.

Lifting her eyes to his and then to their surroundings she leaned into him her angelic form melting into the human woman. “I will go with you.”