Ame Damnee Hgronian South Province - Farmlands: Barn

Anariel

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There had been a time, once long ago, when Anariel would've moved away from the blow, making some expert twist of her body to dance past attacks thrown at her, but that time had passed. She had lost her desire to make this battle pretty, and with ti went her emotional worry about getting hurt. Rather than jump or step back to avoid getting hit, Anariel stepped forward, grunting softly with the fist to her abdomen and then again when the haft of Cerebus struck her shoulder. Had she moved back or stayed still, those wicked blades would've gouged deep into her chest, likely killing her outright.

"You are a fool, Lucifer," she said calmly, her eyes not even moving to see Abraham attacking. She locked eyes with the Devil and made a move that someone of her stature had no reason to make.

She shot her head forward, meaning to catch him off guard. While she couldn't really aim the attack, it would serve as an excellent distraction, opening up Lucifer to even more punishment from Abraham.
 
Lucifer could only laughed as Anariel and Abraham continued as he let Anariel's headbutt make contact after he felt Abraham dig his claws into his flesh. "I'm the foolish one?" he asked, as he let he flames surround him and Abraham, closing in fast. He allowed his flames to burn him as the crept to the one who was on his back. "I beg to differ." That's when he changed his style making the scythe disappear and called his longbow to him, backing up from Anariel, shooting arrow after arrow of his black fire.
 
Abraham - Barn

Lucifer refused to resist Abraham's strikes as his bite landed, ripping up a large chunk of his clavicle. He could taste the tainted blood as it entered his mouth, spitting the chunk of flesh he'd ripped off out and away from him. He saw Anariel take Satan's blows, worried for a moment but let himself become relieved when he saw that the scythe hadn't sliced through her.

He held on tight as Lucifer backed up, feeling flames lick his toes, he pushed himself off and over the devil's shoulders descending into the bow and knocking it out of Satan's grasp. He rolled back over so that he was side by side with the Ethereal. "Just like old times, eh Ana?" He gave a cocky smirk to his love. He hoped Aditi was watching them, watching him. He wanted to earn his redemption, and hopefully the death of the devil would be enough for her to grant it.
 
Anariel
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Anariel let Lucifer back off, turning her head to watch as the first of the arrows struck her breastplate and sheared off in another direction, redirected by the metal's shape. The sound it made was unearthly, a screech sharp enough to almost cut flesh it seemed, but the sounds was all that came of that first arrow. As another came soaring in, Anariel dove to the side, coming up dusty but unharmed.

She coughed once, still recovering from the fist to her abdomen, but stood strong. She planted the butt of her spear into the ground such that it stood unassisted, and then knelt before it, clasping her hands together. Her wings showed once more, flaring out before wrapping around her in a protective shell. Her lower wings swept across the ground, draping in front of her like a skirt while her larger wings curled around, leaving a negative space within between their inner sides and her body.

For a moment, her whispers were all that seemed to be going on, but then the sound magnified enough to be heard. She was singing, but it was no song for aid or redemption. It was a hymn of battle, and as she let her voice grow louder, she stood. Her song emboldened her and strengthened the resolve of both her and Abraham, providing them fresh vigor with which to fight. She gripped her spear once more and it began to vibrate with her singing, causing it to resonate through the chamber at deafening volumes, though she bent the sound enough to not harm herself or her partner.

She rushed forward, her voice taking on a harmonic quality as she moved, her wings snapping tight to her as she thrust forward with her spear once more. This time she aimed for his torso, intent on skewering him, though he would likely get another shot or two off before she was truly threatening him.
 
Lucifer-Barn
Lucifer cursed at the loss of his bow, finding Abraham to be rather annoying. As Anariel began to go for him, Lucifer only had some time to react before Anariel's weapon aimed true, moving slightly the spear skewered his shoulder instead of his chest. Smiling he gripped the spear with both hands, letting his flames uses the surface of the spear to quickly climb their Anariel. "As much as I love to continue, I'm done playing." He said, looking at Anariel then at Abaraham. The smile slid off his face replaced with a flat expression, his eyes dull. Quickly jumping away from Anariel, he called his flames to him as allowing them to circle around him, burning anyone but himself. With him not being at full power, this was the only way he could heal himself, even then the job was shotty as the wounds no longer hurt nor bleed, but they were still there. He began to spread the ring of fire around him out, towards Abraham and Anariel. "Do what you must but in the end, I will win." he said, his tone dry and bored.
 
Abraham - Barn

Anariel didn't answer his question, but he expected as much, she was always quiet in the heat of battle, save for one exception. That exception was shown as Anariel's singing helped to renew his vigor and his fighting spirit. He'd truly missed Ana's songs, the sounds of her melodies infusing his heart with a lust for battle that he hadn't experienced in centuries.

The flames that Lucifer shot out spread at an alarmingly fast rate, but Abraham was also fast. He leapt up high puncturing the ceiling of the barn with his claws and hanging there while the inferno raged below him. He'd taken some burning damage before jumping but his body was already repairing the damage. He climbed his was forward as if he were swinging on monkey bars, crawling his way towards Satan. Once he was sure he was in position, he pushed off from the ceiling with his feet, aiming straight down to try and spear Lucifer in his brain with his horns.
 
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The Devil had taken the hit, and as he'd jumped back Anariel had left go of the spear's haft, leaving it buried in her enemy's shoulder. She continued to sing, though her song took on a different tune, switching from a rhythm of battle to once or accord, almost peace. As the fire spread towards her, it began to slow, forming a ring around her just outside her reach as she held it back with her voice. That same song caused the blade of her spear to slowly bead with holy water, as it it were sweating the purified liquid out of the metal itself.

She was trying to stand toe to toe with a god, and though she was not winning, she was holding him at bay for at least a moment.

She closed her eyes and crouched, wings flaring above her, only to drive the feathered limbs downwards. The wave of air they moved pushed the ring of flames safely away from her wings and she shot up, the song on her lips taking a good portion of the roof with her as she opened the room to the sky. With so much more room around her, she opened her eyes once more and reached for her spear, the heavy weapon ripping itself free and sailing back to its owner. She looked skyward, as if to ask permission, then looked back at Lucifer, eyes narrowed.

"Come, then. Let us do battle." The words were soft, barely audible to her own ears, but Anariel used her magic to ensure that he heard her, hoping to distract him long enough to allow Abraham's gambit to work.
 
Lucifer-Barn
Lucifer looked up at Abraham as he had seen the male jump to the ceiling, only to see Abraham come for him. It wasn't hard to notice someone like Abraham crawl across the ceiling but turning his gaze to Anariel, feigning ignorance until he jumped from the ceiling and aimed himself towards Lucifer. He quickly rolled out of the way, firing his flames at Abraham and Anariel, as he completed his role. It sucked that he couldn't summon his shadow blade which left him with a very predictable style as he was not fully himself.

Wait.

Shadows. He wondered for a minute if he could hide in the shadows and gave it a try, focusing in on Anariel's shadow as much as he could as his flames surrounded him, acting as a barrier. Sweat dribbled down his face as he felt the strain of him trying to hide in the shadow but then he felt himself being shifted into the shadow, as he seemed to disappear from the barn. As he finally became one with Anariel's shadow, he took a moment to recollect himself. The strain that he felt was concerning when he usually could become one with the shadows almost instantly, though that was when he was a full power.

Once he gathered himself enough, he quickly rose from Anariel's shadow, his fist covered in flames as he aimed it at Anariel with a smirk. "Never turn your back on the enemy." he spoke, aware of the hypocrisy in his words.
 
Abraham - Barn

He hadn't expected Anariel to blow the roof off of the barn, it had thrown off the calculation of his attack slightly, allowing his opponent to dodge out of the way. He had to tuck his head in at the last second to avoid getting his horns stuck in the floorboards and instead landed on his neck and the top of his back, a small crater forming at his point of impact. He was left stunned as the flames Lucifer shot out encroached around him.

He regained his senses thanks to the smell of burning hair, then the pain of burning flesh. He yelped in pain as he quickly started rolling on the ground and trying to fan the flames out. By the time he'd extinguished them, Satan had left. Abraham looked to the stones, seeing that they were still in their proper place, he knew Lucifer was still in the room with them. He wouldn't simply leave without the stones.

His ears perked up as he turned to see Lucifer rising out of Anariel's shadow. "Ana, look out!" He yelled as he charged forward once again, throwing himself at Lucifer in an attempt to tackle him and throw off the aim of his flaming punch.
 
Anariel

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When Lucifer had vanished, she'd been confused. She knew the Lord of Hell was tricky, but simply vanishing was a decidedly rare capability, and not something that beings from the Divine Realms were usually capable of. She let her confusion show on her face, extremely aware that she had underestimated her opponent. When she heard his voice behind her, she blanched.

The blow to her back sent her rocketing across the room, slamming into the wall like a boulder from a landslide. There a snapping sound as she impacted, loud and sharp, and when she went to stand, she faltered. She balanced on her right leg, face white as a sheet, while her left leg bent a second time below the knee, the bones within her calf obviously snapped. Although she had fought through the pain of blades cutting her flesh and other more destructive injuries, the pain of the broken bones bloomed through her like the rays of dawn rising in the East.

Though she was unable to stand fully, and her partner was injured as well, Anariel did not scream. Her pride, both a weakness and a strength to the heavenly warrior, had given her both the injury and strength to keep her wits about her after sustaining it. Even as she stood there for few moments, hobbled, her body had already begun the healing process. It would be slower that Abraham's, by a fairly large amount, but her bones and flesh would knit together once more into the whole they had been made to be.

In an attempt to help her injury heal more rapidly, the archangel began to sing a lullaby, soft and gentle, but loud enough to be heard by both Abraham and Lucifer. It was a song from when she'd been little, before Lucifer had left Aditi, and it began to affect the world around her ever so slightly. The wood of the wall she slumped against took on a brighter, more heroic color, and a shimmer around her made her look ever so slightly more heavenly, though it could not change the appearance of her wings. The song bound into her flesh, visible strands of magic weaving out of the air into her injured leg to speed the healing her body had begun.
 
Lucifer was tackled by Abraham but smiled as his attack struck Anariel, turning his attention to Abraham. "It's only a matter of time now." He said, not bothering to remove himself from under the wolfman. "It's a shame really, I did have fun." he sighed, shaking his head as he realeased his loud maniacal laugh, which was cut short by Anariel's song.

His eyes widened as he listened to her sing, sadness filling his eyes as he remembered what was. When he held Aditi in his arms, the love he felt for her and their 'children'. His face fell flat as the memories danced before his eyes, times that were ingrained into his memories. His slow corruption, his banishment, the war...

A part of him wished for the old days, wished for the time that he could hold Aditi as he whispered love-filled sweet nothings in her ear. When he didn't fucked up what he had made for him. But he wasn't one meant for redemption or forgiveness, his actions made him someone with nothing to lose for he had lost it all. There was no room for pity for a monster like him, he didn't even pity himself. What gave him that right?
 
Abraham - Barn

He'd tackled the devil too late, he watched as Anariel went tumbling across the barn into the wall. "ANA!!" He cried, for just a moment, the part of her that was inside him ached, for just a moment he felt all of her pain, and it made him angry. As she got up and started singing his heart heaved a sigh of relief, but then he noticed Lucifer stuck in a moment of reverie, his guard completely dropped and took his chance, wrapping his hands around Satan's throat as he shifted back to human form.

"You fucking bastard!! You will pay for everything that you've done! Corrupting my mind, stealing my heart away from its true calling, turning me into this beast! You've killed my brother Uriel, stolen the stones, and now you've dared to hurt my darling ANA!! I'm going to enjoy watching every bit of life fade from your eyes Lucifer." He yelled as his grip tightened around the devil's neck. This was it, he was going to kill Satan once and for all. He knew it.
 
Anariel

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As the wound in her leg healed, accelerated by magic, Anariel began to change the song. Its pace picked up, and from a lullaby it morphed into an incantation, repeated over and over again. The magic ceased flowing into her leg and she stood, whole once more, new song on her lips. As she opened her eyes and gazed upon Lucifer once more, the intent of the chant became more and more obvious. Where once she had been a a warrior and a savior, the archangel before the two men was barely the same person.

While not a song to kill, it was a song that would bind and restrict the power of whomever it affected by shredding their soul. Where the Ethereal had learned of such magic was unknown, save by her, as she'd never put such power to use before. As she sang, she summoned her spear once more, though as it touched her hand the blade warped and shifted into the gnarled head of a roots, the spear becoming a staff. She took a step forward, her chant repeating once more.

For a moment, it seemed she would complete the spell, binding the devil himself with her magic, but as she entered the final repetition of the incantation, a black streak of flame shot out from Lucifer and stuck in her mouth. It did not burn her, as it was not intended to, but it did keep her from speaking long enough for the spell to fail. Her face twisted in rage, then settled back, cooling as she wrested control of her emotions once more. She reached up a hand and plucked the flames away, as if they were solid to her touch.

"Lucifer, you are a thrice-cursed being, and you will always be such until you ask for Her to forgive you. Until that day comes, I hope you enjoy waiting alone below." As she spoke, she'd stepped closer, spinning her staff and returning it to it's natural form as a spear. Now that she was practically standing above the pair, the blade of that spear was aimed for Lucifer's pale throat.
 
"You're right, Ana. Though forgiveness is one thing that will never happen for me, Anariel. You know this, so why speak like it might?" He choked out, grinning like a madman as he found an opening, after all he did like to breath. It was a fact that all three of them knew, so why did Anariel feel the need to speak of such? Pulling out a man-made concealed dagger, he aimed it towards Abraham's midsection and began trying to flap his wings to get out of the hold, though there wasn't much he could do with Anariel's spear looming over his neck.
 
Abraham - Barn

Abraham took the knife to his insides with barely a flinch, unless it was made of pure silver, such a paltry weapon would do minimal damage to him. He kept his grip firm as Lucifer began flapping his wings. He wouldn't let go until the devil was dead. "Ana, let me kill him. After everything he's put us through, we deserve this." He said, the red iris' of rage slowly encroaching again.
 
Anariel

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She watched, almost passively, as Lucifer stabbed Abraham. She felt his pain, albeit briefly, but held her weapon still poised to strike. She would not let him get away so easily, and though the devil was stronger than either of them at full strength, he was lacking now. If there was to be a good time to convince him of anything, it would be while he was held still.

"You have not tried, not in living memory, but perhaps pain will convince you where words cannot," Anariel said softly, moving her spear somewhat. She picked up the timing of his wingbeats, just enough time for Lucifer to realize her intentions, before she rammed her weapon down, blade shearing through muscle and bone, mangling the structure of Lucifer's right wing to a point that it would be useless. Had her weapon been wider of blade, the strike might have fully amputated the limb, but as it was she carved a gouge through the precious bone of the wing's arm and tore muscle like wet paper.

With blade buried deep, the archangel uttered a swift prayer, blessing the wound from healing save only under the guidance of Aditi herself. If Lucifer desired his wing to return to full functionality, only his once-lover could restore it for him. As the blessing sank into the corrupted flesh on either side of her spear, it left behind a scar the wrapped around the wound entirely. She ripped free her spear and stepped back, her irises rimmed in murky grey.

"Never again will you use that wing, Lucifer. The Devil himself cannot undo the chain that now binds you. If you desire to see yourself whole once more, and you are a creature of desire, Lucifer, you must offer yourself to Aditi for healing. Not I nor Raythe can mend that wound." She looked at Abraham and nodded, as if agreeing with the Envoy that it was time things wrapped up.
 
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Lucifer's eyes widened as he realized too late what Anariel was going to do. He choked out in pain as the spear severed his wing, it falling limp the instant she punctured it. "Don't you get it?!? I'm damned, no forgiveness will take away my corruption. It's my nature, who I am now. In your words, a thrice-cursed being," he paused, looking at his wing and then at Abraham as he choked out his next words, which was harder due to the growing pressure on his neck. "He can be forgived. I cannot. It's that simple."
 
Abraham - Barn

He grinned sadistically as Anariel nodded her head, the blood haze almost overtaking him completely, but then he stopped, his grip loosening slightly as he flashed back to his own words. Help me find redemption. He remembered Aditi, always a shining beacon of hope, looking for an aspect of her creation that she deemed worthy of redemption, that one speck of good in their hearts. What would she say if Abraham let this cruel display continue? What would she think of him, of Anariel?

He stood, still grasping Lucifer's throat. "You're a pathetic excuse of the god you once were. Maybe one day someone will end your miserable existence but it wont be by my hand. Be gone, Satan." He said, authority in his voice as he threw the devil's weak body as hard as he could. With his wing crippled it would be hard to soften his fall, and hopefully the impact will shake him enough to break the concentration he's maintaining over the barrier to the stones.

After he sent Lucifer flying, he turned to his beloved, eyes green once again, and shaken. "Ana... what's happened to us? We weren't beings of such cruelty. We loved this world and everyone in it. I fell, I was corrupted but you... did I do this to you? Did the piece of my corrupted soul hurt you as well?!" He shook with fear as he considered the consequences of his own actions. He grabbed Anariel in a tight embrace. "Forgive me, my love. This is all my fault." He cried into her shoulder, a broken shell of the warrior he used to be.
 
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Anariel looked at Abraham for a moment, all compassion stripped from her body language. It seemed like she'd forgotten what it was to care, but as her partner broke down in front of her, the warmth of her spirit thawed through the icy exterior, her eyes returning to their normal blue and her muscles relaxing from an unintentional stiffness. As he embraced her, her body went slack and she fell into him, her legs only barely helping to keep her from the ground.

"Ra," she said softly, a soft murmur. "I don't know why it's happening to me, but it's scaring me. I would never have done something so torturous, even to a being so vile but I-" She stopped, having to choke back a sob. She found some strength and stood straighter, lifting her gaze from Abraham's chest to his face, her eyes wet with tears. A flicker, barely a wisp, of grey crossed her irises before they returned to normal once more, and she tucked her head back to his chest to find comfort.

"We will get better about this. Let us slip no further along this path of darkness, Abraham, but rather let us walk the grey path in between. Anger and rage are tools to be used, but never are they to be allowed such purchase that they overwhelm." She wrapped her arms around his broad back, pulling him tighter.

"Just know that I will always love you, Abraham. I have done so since the beginning, and there is nothing that could change that, no matter how dark things get. I will keep you safe from yourself, and in turn I ask that you keep me from falling any further." She smiled, kissed his cheek gently, and then stepped back. She clasped her hands before her and, as if it took a titanic effort, she manifested a glorious silver halo above her head. She opened her wings a bit and stood straighter, dismissing her spear back to its resting place as she collected herself.
 
Lucifer laid there, limp and broken as he struggled to catch his breath. His arm twisted and snapped when he hit the wall, both legs also snapping when he impacted the ground. A silent groan escaped his lips as he felt himself growing number, Abraham and Anariel nothing but blurry figures as his eyes watered from the pain that sent his nerves screaming. He was positively sure that one of his legbone broke skin.

He was a pathetic sight. Someone to hold the name Lucifer downed by a mere Ethereal and Envoy, maybe this was it. Maybe this was his last day on this godforsaken world. His thoughts gave him a pleasant sigh as he felt the pain ebb away. He was sure of it now, he was dying. Slowly, painfully but dying regardless. He would smile at the thought if he could...but he just felt so tired. What would Aditi think if she saw him like this, dying in this pathetic, broken state? She would probably pity him if anything but no more. He didn't deserve to ask that question though, when Aditi would get what she wanted all along: his destruction.

With one finally sigh, he close his eyes and relaxed as he felt the pain ebb away, just as he was slipping into the eternal darkness one never returns from.

He stilled, breath no more. Pain no more. Lucifer was gone... or so he thought.

His eyes shot open as he felt his legs snap back into place, his arm slowly returning to it's original position. He looked down and saw little black flames dancing across his body and a feral smile grew on his face. Raakshdos is dead. His thought spurred more black flames to join the fray until his entire body, minus his limp wing, where covered in the fire. Moments seemed to pass as the flames slowly started to go out, and he slowly stood. His wings seemed to spread on their own, despite the injuries, as black, gold lined armour materialized on the bat-like wings. He seemed as if he grew a little bit as well, as his body was very different and bigger from the lanky form that he held, his skin taking on a sickly grey colour.

Glancing back at his injured wing, the armour acting as a cast for the useless limb, it fully hitting him that he would never be able to fly again. Turning his gaze to Anariel and Abraham, glaring at them with striking gold, the only colour in the abyss that was his eyes. Licking his lips, he walked slowly walked to them, his scythe appearing in his hand. "I warned you that it was almost time. Now the time has come." he grinned psychotically. "Oh, it's so good to be me again and now that you two got your little fits out..."

"...It's my turn."
 
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