Ame Damnee Hgronian South Province - Farmlands: Barn

Rythe, Barn

Rythe backed off slightly just as the flame wall erected itself, feeling the flame singe the edges of his robes. Quietly, he sat on his legs, drawing his blades through the flames, wincing slightly as they passed through, the dried leather handles burning off. Sheathing them, Rythe waited with his eyes shut, sieving through his past experiences in combat with Lucifer. Rather than his battles coming to thought, just as he heard Anariel's nickname, painful memories of the Envoys' fall resonated through his psyche. His brothers and sisters betrayal and corruption once had kept him up at night... now faced with Ana's gray wings, it was disheartening to see. He wasn't exempt from it either, his thoughts drifted to the single orange strand in his gift from the heavens. His fingers quietly squeezed his unstable chains in silent regret. Was this be the path of all?
 
Chandra Eclav
Arriving at the Barn

The dark elf stepped out of the portal nonchalantly and observed her surroundings. Where in god's name am I? she asked quietly to herself, taking note of the barn and several Wardens posted around it. She cocked an eyebrow drawing in the image, noticing large venus fly traps at the doors of the barn and smaller thorn kissed veins headed in the direction of it. That must be where the action is... Chandra slowly made her way toward the barn, hearing all kinds of noise coming from inside. Lucifer, she said... I wonder what the Devil looks like.

The dark elf slowly stepped inside the barn, noticing a man shakily standing on his feet, an angel in the sky with a thunderbolt like spear, Lila and Eddie standing dumbfounded, and an unknown man. In the middle of the room was the whore, her chin being tilted up by the devil himself. Lucifer... Chandra chuckled lightly, "now this is exciting!"

Aeriseth
The Barn

Aeriseth felt the Devil's finger underneath her chin, forcing him to look up at her. He had moved so quickly she didn't even have time to respond and now he was standing just mere inches away from her. "Do your worst, whore." he mocked. Lady Death grinned lightly at him, she did not want to him to know that she was fearful in this moment. Her eyes flickered to the angel in the sky, summoning a spear to rain down upon them. This was her moment to catch Lucifer where he stood and hope that Anariel's spear made contact, she had to distract him long enough to allow for her aura to latch onto his legs. "If you say so, master," she said with hostility, forcing her lips on the Devil's while simultaneously allowing the pink ethereal aura to appear around her and change shape into rope-like tendrils as they slithered on the ground and around Lucifer's ankles. Aeriseth pulled away from him, "I don't think I'm going to get a chance to fuck you to death after all..." her black wings appeared at her back again, clapping against the air to lift her into the sky and away from Lucifer and the wall of fire behind her in a quick fluid movement. She only prayed the tendrils would hold him in place while the angel cast her spear upon him, if not, Aeriseth readied herself for his counter as she flew higher and higher into the sky.
 
Lucifer only laughed as he watched Aeriseth fly up after their kiss. "I've had better fucks, Aeri. I like my playthings fresh, new. Not some washed-out, used whore. Thank you anyway." He said as he slammed his sword into the ground, shadows spreading across the floor, the tendrils hold on him was strong, but not strong enough for him to not be able to take a few steps foward. His golden eyes stayed on Eddie as his grin grew even more as he stepped a bit closer, slapping Lila out of the way. "Son! How wonderful to see you again after so long. Though I see your on the wrong side of things... I may have to cut you down for disgracing out family name." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Pathetic." Looking up at Anariel and Aeriseth, he let the tendrils pull him back to his original spot, biding his time for the spear to strike. As he did, he eyed someone he didn't recognize and grinned wildly. "See slut, someone like her," he motioned to Chandra, his gaze falling back on the elf.. "She looks like a lovely little toy.

Alexander-Barn
Alexander bristled when Lucifer touched Aeriseth, drawing his weapon glaring at the devil who stood before him. Looking up at Anariel, he nodded at her to strike regardless if he was in the way or not. He dashed for the now unarmed and stationary Satan, his blade making marks on Lucifer, though it didn't seem to faze him. Despite that, he kept going with the plan to inflict as much damage on Lucifer as he could.

Lila Nender-Barn
Lila stood there, looking up as Aeriseth flew away only to barely have time to register that Lucifer was right next to her before his hand struck her face, sending her into the nearest wall. She forced herself to sit up, blood running down the side of her forehead from the wall. She wanted to jump back in but knew it was foolish to rush into this battle with the anger she had boiling inside. The anger that can from being downed instantly, only to watch the person who did so insult her lover. Wait...Eddie's Lucifer's son? she stared at the angel for the longest time before turning her attention back to the fight. As she moved to get up, she noticed the shadowed ground below her hummed under her touch, similar to the barrier. She found it weird as she quickly looked at her sword, noticing that there was no reaction from it.

Placing her hand on the shadows once more, the thought crossed her mind that maybe...just maybe, she had an unknown power. One that would be very helpful to tap into at this time. She sat and focused, watching as Alexander kept striking at the devil. She screamed mentally at the shadows to bend to her will, to tie down Luifer in his spot but nothing happened. Nothing. She couldn't give up though. A nosebleed began as she focused all of her mental energy on the shadows, which gave fruit to something. "Sir Alexander, move!" The Envoy glared at her and almost didn't heed her words but moved anyway. The shadows began to move and mold, slithering their way to Lucifer, crawling up his legs, waist up to his arms. Lila was grateful for the entire floor of the barn being covered in shadows as she kept her entire focus on keeping Lucifer stationary.
 
Eddie Toorn - Barn

Every step that Lucifer took forward caused him to move back, he couldn't believe it, but somehow he knew it to be true. He was the son of Satan, a child born an angel, but with the devil's corrupted blood in his veins. The shock of it all was almost too much for him as he almost fell back trying to escape the grasp of Lucifer. Then he saw it, he saw his father slap Lila and send her flying across the room, and in that moment his mind was somewhere else.

His hair flared up in a ferocious blaze no one had ever seen before, changing color from red to the purest white of the hottest flames known to mankind. His eyes also exuded white fire as he flapped his black wings and ascended slightly into the air. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH LILA AGAIN!!" His voice sounded almost demonic as white hot flames spewed out of his mouth. He put both bottoms of his wrists together and extended his palms out towards daddy dearest before letting loose a ludicrously large blast of white hot fire.

Abraham - Barn

He saw the son of Satan preparing an attack that he knew was going to be horrendously destructive. "Rythe, move!" He said as he tackled the Ethereal through one of the barn walls just in time. The blast that Edward Toorn unleashed incinerated the entire barn. As the wolfman looked to assess the damage, he noticed that the girl named Lila seemed to be completely unharmed by the attack, the angel must have manipulated the flames so that they didn't burn her. The plume and cradle appeared to be intact, though they now rested on the scorched earth left in Eddie's wake, their pedestals evaporated. The dark elf, Ana and Aeriseth seemed to have been out of the blast's range. The only people he couldn't see right now were Lucifer and Alexander who both had taken the full impact of the inferno.
 

Anariel


The sudden shift in things, as more and more individuals entered the room, gave Anariel pause. She still held her spear, dangerous as ever, but as she took a moment to take another look at what lay below her, a new plan resolved in her mind. Though bound to her by old magic, she could allow others to wield her weapons, and had done so those centuries before during the war. She could always retrieve them when needed, but there was no reason she could not allow another to take hold of something so innately well-made. With a swift swing of her arm she let fly the spear, her aim no longer true to where it seemed to be expected, but rather someplace it might prove more useful.

Moments later, the spear rammed into the floor before Eddie's feet, sloughing the flames off itself as if the fire were merely a light breeze. Audible to Eddie alone were whispers to pull free the spear and wield it to bring Justice in the form of retribution down upon Lucifer. Underlying those whispers was a thought as well: a thought that when wielded the weapon would be what the wielder was most comfortable fighting with.

Spear let loose, the Ethereal returned to the ground, landing hard in front of Abraham with her wings flared wide. She had a mind to get one thing done today, and she looked at Abraham for a moment before she went for her plan, uttering only a few words to him.

"I'm taking the Cradle and Plume," she said quietly, only to rush headlong towards them and the lingering flames. As she moved, the misty light that surrounded her feathers seemed to coalesce from the air, turning from vapor into a silvery substance which coated her wings to protect from the flames. As she ran, one thought coursed through her mind.

I hope that barrier is gone.
 
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Rythe
Barn

Rythe felt his hood being knocked off as he was tackled to the side, just in time to avoid the blast of flame. A rush of adrenaline filled his veins, something he hadn't experienced for years, inspired from the much more dangerous scorch of heat he felt grace his front before he was shoved off to the side. He opened his eyes, looking over to Abraham, giving him a silent thanks with a nod. Pulling himself up, he whirled his guillotines, each chain flaring slightly with light sparks coming off the blades. His eyes burned as he watched the chaos in the barn from the Wardens' eyes. Carefully and precisely, he launched three of his chains through the barn door, igniting the wood while each blade was sent racing at breakneck speeds for Lucifer while one whirled at Eddie, moving to wrap around him. The son of Lucifer seems no better than the god himself, but still innocent... Hopefully, I can present enough of a threat to distract them while Anariel takes the Plume and Cradle. The blaze of war glazed over his eyes as he returned into the barn through the hole he had just recently been tackled through.
 
Chandra Eclav
The Barn

Everything was happening in rapid succession. The woman being slapped across the room. The black winged angel vomiting white fire. The Succubus taking to the sky. The unknown angel throwing a spear. The vampire stabbing Lucifer over and over. The unknown man launching chains in every which direction. Every action was so different and yet they all shared one commonality; anger. All of the events unfolding before her eyes were filled with such intense feelings of anger, rage, and desperation. A psychotic smile began to spread across Chandra's face as her shoulders started to shake with mild laughter. A shadow had cast over the dark elf's face, making her look even more sinister as she stood in the doorway of the barn, only her wicked smile visible as her laughter began to grow more audible. The woman could feel it. She could feel all of the anger that had filled the room and it was now surging through her body. Uncontrollable power.

Chandra's head raised, the shadow hiding her face now disappeared as the sunlight from the exposed roof chased it away. Her eyes were filled in completely with a blood red colour. Demonic. Laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she cried out, her arms raising at her sides her hands hooked onto invisible objects in the air. The dark elf appeared to be more psychotic than the Devil himself. Chandra's eyes locked onto Lucifer's as he was engulfed in flames, she wanted to see Satan himself turn into more of a rabid animal than he already was. The dark elf cackled as she focused on his anger, attempting to amplify it an incredible speed, curious to see how Lucifer himself would react.

"The Devil is waiting for you... he is watching you... he is searching for you. If he should come when I ask him to, he will find a sweet surprise. If he should not heed my call, I will become his downfall. The Devil, he's inside of me... waiting to break free...."

Aeriseth
The Barn

The Succubus was high in the sky when the white flames rained down upon Lucifer. Lady Death's attention was mildly pulled to the psychotic elf standing in the doorway laughing as if the whole thing was some kind of game. Aeriseth scoffed, normally she would not take things so seriously but the Devil himself was in their presence.Her position in the sky allowed for her to see Anariel rush toward something. THE CRADLE AND THE PLUME!

Aeriseth's eyes widened at the angel's actions. She would not let her escape silently with the Daemon's Cradle and Aditi's Plume, though she respected the angel for taking full advantage of the scene. The Succubus's eyes burned with a pink hue wildly as her same coloured ethereal vapour surrounded her body once again. No you don't, bitch. Hundreds of large thorn covered vines burst through the wooden floor panels in rapid succession as they reached desperately to latch onto all parts of Anariel's body in an attempt to immobilize the Angel from drawing closer to the stones. Hoping the plant life would slow the angel enough, she looked back to Lucifer, willing her aura to rain down upon him in cascading bullets as they merged with Eddie's hellfire.

Get out of there Alex.

 
Lucifer glanced at Alexander as he struck him repeatedly, not being able to move from Aeriseth's tendrils and Lila's control of his shadows. He was about to take action once more when his son blasted extremely hot flames towards him and the Envoy before him, another one of Aeriseth's attacks mixing in with the flames. Lucifer smiled at the distraction, the burns from Eddie's fire healing almost instantly as he shook off the shadows and tendrils and looked at the Envoy in front of him, who looked worse for wear. With a sadistic grin, he pulled his blade out of the ground and struck the weakened Alexander across his chest before kicking him out of the way. Just as he was about to advance towards his son, he felt something messing with him, trying to make him become angrier it seemed. Grinning over at Chandra, he shook his head tapping at his temple. "Try again." he said simply before turning back to his son.

"So your little fire trick was all because I slapped your little whore." he frowned. "I'm disappointed but if I'm going to get a better reaction from you then.." he trailed off before quickly turning back to Lila, calling his bow to his hand quickly firing a few arrows at the hybrid, as he turned back to his son. "Watch and learn." He then noticed Anariel going for the stones and noticed Aeriseth trying to stop her movements. With a silent thanks to the foolish slut, he shoot an arrow towards the songbird before direction his attention on Eddie once again and charged at him.

Alexander-Barn
Alexander dodged out of the way of Lila's shadows but was not able to get away in time as Eddie's flames struck him in the back, incinerating the top half of his clothing and the skin underneath, his body screamed as he continued to stand despite the injuries he obtained. He tried to attack the devil once more but before he could move pain shot across his torso as Lucifer struck him across the chest and kicked him right in the wound, sending him flying away a short distance. He groaned as his chest bled and burned, making it the only thing on his mind. While his healing was good, it would take him a while to recover.

Lila Nender-Barn
Lila looked on in surprise as the shadows she had wrapped around Lucifer held him to no effect and shook her head as she took her hands away from the shadowed floorboards and leaned against the wall. She watched Lucifer interacted with the others and planned on a sneak attack that would hopefullly distract him enough for the others to attack. Just as she was moving, three arrows of pure black fire shot her way, one shooting through the shoulder and one shooting through her leg. She was able to move out of the way of the third one which was aimed for her head. She laid there for a moment as she forced back the tears of the fire that burned from the puncture wounds before gritting through the pain and moving away from the battle.

Just as she was shuffling away, she noticed Alexander not to far away from her and she shoulder him on her good shoulder and pulled him under a tree, out of range of the battle. It would've done no good if they stayed near the fray in their states, they would have ended up dead for sure. Lila gently laid Alexander down and assessed his wounds. His skin suffered very severe burns, some areas charred black from Eddie's flames and a large gaping hole from Lucifer's sword laid diagonally across the center of his chest. She began ripping parts of her tattered pants and tying them together to make a bandage of sorts for the Envoy. The movements were hard with the arrow through her shoulder but she was able to do so and wrapped the bandage around his wound in hopes to stop the bleeding that went on. "Damn it." she cursed as she couldn't do much else for his injuries and fell to the ground, her leg burning and bleeding from the arrow. She reached to pull the one out of her shoulder, her hand becoming similar to Alexander as she all but ripped the flaming arrow out, crying out in pain as she did so. Tossing the arrow aside, she observed the wound, looking at the gaping hole in her shoulder. She didn't bother with the arrow in her led as she leaned against the tree and watched the ongoing battle, keeping an eye on the Envoy near her as she did so.
 
Eddie Toorn - Barn Ruins

The spear landed right in front of Eddie as Anariel sent a thought into his mind, urging him to take it, and take it he did. Grey light engulfed him as the spear morphed into a pair of gauntlets and greaves that would increase the power of his strikes tenfold. The white flames flew from the lining in the new armor as he entered a battle ready stance. He had no thoughts in his head, no desire other than to destroy his father right here and now.

He took Lucifer's charge head on, catching the bow in his now armored hands, the strength of heaven seeming to help them hold firm. He looked into Lucifer's eyes, his own filled with nothing but white fire. He let out a primal roar, flames billowing out of his mouth directed at Satan's face before he flexed his wings doing a backflip in mid air and bringing his armored feet towards Satan's chin for a devastating blow.

Abraham - Barn Ruins

He ran after Anariel as fast as he could, he didn't understand why she needed the cradle and the plume, but she'd help her acquire them nonetheless. His enhanced speed and reflexes were more then enough to move him in front of Satan's arrow, catching it in his hand before it made contact with Anariel. His hand burned as he threw the arrow down to the ground only to notice Aeriseth's thorns growing closer.

Abraham shifted to his hybrid form and moved like lightning, cutting down thorn after thorn with a ferocity none of them might have ever seen from the former Envoy before. As Anariel neared the prizes, he could feel his previous wounds ache through his body, and switched tactics. He allowed the thorns of Aeriseth that were still standing to wrap into him instead, the thorns digging into his skin as he growled in pain. He yelled out to Ana. "Take the stones and run!! I'll find you!"
 

Anariel
Barn Ruins


Anariel swept her hands before her, sending a few razor thin streaks of magic to cut through those few vines that managed to not get entangled by Abraham, but her efforts hardly mattered. She smacked into he barrier at full speed, flexing the resistant portion to a point she thought might break it, only to find it almost cocooning her. For a moment, she stayed there, suspended in the air by the force of whatever magic kept her from reaching the stones, the next moment she was gasping for air as the dent she'd made became a bubble surrounding her.

She held her breath as she realized no more air was coming in, then set herself to humming, starting at frequencies well below the range of human hearing, slowly raising the frequency until she felt the bubble around her begin to vibrate in harmony. As more and more time passed, she felt herself closing in on unconsciousness, but just before all went black, the bubble vibrated with enough force to shear open, spilling her onto the ground beside the Cradle and Plume.

She had made it to them, no more than a foot from her goal, but she was beyond the waking world, having passed out just before freedom from her lack of air. She lay there, beneath the wings of Uriel and before the two stones, unaware of the fight beyond the barrier, knocked out cold.
 
Rythe
Barn

While his chains missed their mark, their usefulness wasn't quite as diminished as they would seem, laying limp, strewn across the battlefield. Dismissing his tactics, he tossed the last of his chains out, dropping the central link at his feet. The Wardens had fled the barn area, having been in deathly danger, leaving him with only a single set of eyes, leaving him with nearly the entirety of his back as a blind spot.

Steeling himself for the outcome of his rash attack, he drew his katana and stabbed it through the central links. Immediately, the tendrils snapped at the air as wind flowed through them, launching themselves to latch onto the closest target. While the two previously thrown at Lucifer had been a miss, the two blades once again moved to latch onto and coil around him. As luck would have it, the second chain moved to do the same to Chandra, pulsing with dark orange heat while the fourth struck out towards Alexander.

For a moment, he silently apologized to the Father of the Vampires; the daemon lord was obviously in no condition to avoid the chain, yet the searing hot tendrils chose him over Aeriseth... Rythe didn't despise Alexander, like the hate he bred for the succubus, more like a mild disdain, but they were still blood.

While the guillotines moved to encircle Lucifer, Rythe drew the Eclipse, lining up the tip of his blade, directly at the god's heart. The blade gave a light spark of light before it began to drain the light from its surroundings, blackening the area around Rythe as the blue sword shone brighter and brighter. The solid beam of light left its origin, flashing directly towards Lucifer.
 
Aeriseth
The Barn

Lady Death watched as her aura bullets seemed to have inflicted no damage upon Lucifer at all, meanwhile Anariel had pushed through what Aeriseth could only assume was a barrier. The thought of the Ethereal so close to the stones infuriated her but the archangel was unconscious which would buy her a couple of moments to figure out waht to do. Before the Succubus could arrange a thought she watched in horror? as Alexander welcomed the blow from the Devil and was sent flying out of the battle. For the first time in millenia, Aeriseth wanted to go to home for something other than a sexual encounter; she wanted to make sure that he was OK. There was no time for her to question why she was thinking and feeling the way she was, she simply had to act.

Aeriseth looked over to where the unconscious Anariel laid on the floor of the barn, she did not want the woman waking and taking the stones anytime soon. Lady Death focused on the ground beneath the barn; she could feel the roots of life. She had already summoned several vines in an attempt to stop her which were nothing short of a failure. Aeriseth had to do more. From the ground beneath the barn sprouted bushel's of poison ivy and stinging nettle, infused with the power of Aeriseth's ability, making them even more deadly to touch. The stinging nettle would prick those who brushed it, causing immense pain, blisters, and rash. The poison ivy would make a person fall feverish, blister, rash, and cause blindness if direct contact to the eyes was made. The plants covered the plume in cradle and were much larger than any one person. The next thing that sprouted from the ground were the same venus fly traps she had planted at the doorway; the massive plants stood almost 10 feet tall and scattered the area beyond the barrier. Lastly, more thorn covered vines began to slither out of the barn's floors but this time they were different, they were thicker and their thorns were larger. The entire area beyond the barrier had morphed into a torturous garden.

Satisfied with her job, Aeriseth landed on the ground and turned her attention back to Lucifer. "Piece of shit!" she called. The Succubus took full advantage of the fact that the second Ethereal, Rythe?, had summoned his guillotines around Lucifer by summoning her aura into a block shape above him that was now falling toward the Devil.

Chandra Eclav
The Barn

The Devil's taunt to "try again" only fueled Chandra's crazed laughter. The rage in the room was reaching new heights and she could feel the power beginning to boil over within herself. Her excitement was cut short, however, when a chain began to advance on her. The dark elf continued to laugh as she drew Libidine and swung it toward the chain, unleashing it into its whip form to intercept Rythe's attack. The two weapons spun around each other and stopped moving all together. Safe now, Chandra willed her sword back to it's original form and turned her attention to Rythe.

"How much more anger do you have in you, angel!?" she called, as she now focused all of the rage in the room into the Ethereal. Her eyes were deepening in their blood red colour, her laughter grew louder before fulling to a dull murmur as she smiled psychotically at the angel. "You'll be my puppet soon enough!" If the dark elf could channel enough rage into the man, she would use it to turn him into a beserker unable to think coherently and use him as a living weapon against everyone else in the room at his full capacity.
 
Lucifer-Barn
Lucifer could do nothing as the fire hit his face, blinding him from being able to block the kick that his son sent him. It didn't help that he was distracted by the sensation of Anariel breaking through his barrier. He flew some feet back, landing not too far from the ruined barrier. For a moment, he watched as Chandra and Rythe seemed to target one anotther. The elf. I like her. he thought before focusing back on the task at hand. With a smirk, he shot his black flames out behind him as he got up and dashed for the stones, slipping through the barrier and setting Aeriseth's fauna aflame, before grabbing ahold of the stones. "Well, it's been fun but I do have things to attend to. Oh, before I go, dear son," he said, turning his gaze to Eddie, "you can go ahead and keep the bow, I have no need of something touched by impurity. I honestly expected more from you. Until next time." he said, before he just vanished with the stones. Leaving behind nothing but his flames and bow.

Lila Nender-Barn

She watched as Eddie charged the devil, successfully knocking him back. She silently cheered for him as she watched in anticipation of what may have been Lucifer's next move, not expecting him to run for the stones that she hadn't seemed to notice until now. She turned her head to the Envoy near her, seeing that he was out cold and his wounds didn't seem to be healing up. She wondered if anyone around them had healing powers as she glanced over to see that Lucifer was gone. The only threat that seemed to be left was Chandra, which confused her a bit as to why she was attacking Rythe to begin with. Shaking her head off that thought, she turned and looked at the distance between her and the group, realizing she would need to carry him some of the distance so they could be closer to the group on the off-chance that someone was a healer. With that poorly thought-out plan in mind, she shouldered Alexander once more and gritted her teeth at the pain that shot through her leg from the arrow still lodged in it. She finally made it close enough before she laid Alexander down and collapsed to the ground herself. "Does anyone know how to heal?" she asked, wiping at the dried blood that caked her brow. "He's burnt really bad and the wound on his chest isn't closing." she said worryingly, eyeing everyone in the area.
 
Abraham - Barn

His eyes flew wide as Ana fell unconscious after tearing a hole through the barrier. He refused to let them both fall here, his rage started building. As Aeriseth summoned the dangerous flora around his love, his eyes grew blood red, and then when Lucifer set all the plants surrounding her ablaze, his mind just snapped. His strength grew tenfold as he powered out of the thorns that ensared him through sheer force alone. His hybrid form was covered in lesions but they were quickly repairing themselves. The relief as the pain left him snapped him back to his senses. "ANA!" He cried as he rushed into the inferno, cradling her limp body in his arms and rushing her out of the blaze.

He shifted back to human form, clutching Anariel close to him as he brought her over to the young girl dragging Alexander's broken body. He laid her down next to the pair. "She has healing magic, it's slow, but it works. Let me just wake her up first." His emerald green eyes had returned by that point, as his golden glow flowed into her for the second time this day. He gave enough to heal any new wounds and wake her up, collapsing to his knees, completely drained of energy.

Eddie Toorn - Barn

The flip kick connected as Eddie landed a few feet back from his father. He hadn't expected Lucifer to retreat after taking one blow and attempted to fly after him, but wound up blocked by the cube of aura Aeriseth had created. As his father vanished, his rage started to die down, the flames leaving his eyes, his hair returning to a flattened state, though it remained white. He looked over at the bow that Satan said he could keep, flying over and picking it up gingerly. Shadows seemed to wrap around his right hand, bonding the weapon to him. Well, that's interesting.

He felt strangely calm, he stepped in between the Ethereal and Chandra, who seemed to be going mad as the battle heated up around her. "That's enough!" He said with force and authority behind his words. "My dear old dad is gone, Chandra. So stop trying to control our allies, else you'll find yourself without any friends who can save you from our wrath." He didn't wish to burn the dark elf to ash, but this was what he was worried about. The woman was insane, a danger to both enemies and allies alike, and if she couldn't stop herself, then he'd be the one to do it.
 

Anariel
Aftermath


As the golden light spread over Anariel's soft-featured face, her eyes fluttered slightly and she yawned somewhat. She stretched out her arms, brushing the fingers of one hand through Abraham's hair as he slumped by her side. She smiled softly, letting half of his glow return to him. She would need the rest to work the near miracle that saving Alexander would be. She stood, gingerly at first, and checked her wings out of habit, pleased to see they were unharmed, though how she wasn't certain.

Stretching one hand behind her, towards the barrier, she blasted a powerful burst of sound, concentrating it into a cone to shift the air between her and the flames such that the fires would be quenched. Convinced that one of her two prizes would remain safe, she turned her face towards Eddie.

"You may be of his blood, but bear that weapon with caution, Master Toorn. You have a great destiny upon you, and it would be a shame to lose you to him. Now, I will have what is mine once more." She held out her other hand, palm up, as if accepting a small gift from him. A moment later and the shimmering gauntlets and greaves he wore vanished, her spear shining into existence in the center of her hand. She shifted it to a staff, the blade melding and molding to correct the shape, before kneeling next to Alexander.

"Step back, child," she said to Lila. "Give me space to heal him." She placed her right hand on his torso, just above the gash across his body, and held the staff back behind her, heavy, whorled end farthest from him. With her lower wings, she covered his torso and lifted his head slightly, and with her primary wings she made a canopy, controlling how much light shone upon him. For a brief moment, there was no change from how she appeared, but the golden glow that Abraham had given to her eventually began to release from her skin, floating nebulous to Alexander. As the gold left her, it was trailed by a misty grey line, the whole of the cloud seeping into the Envoy's many wounds, focused on the gash before all others, but none left untreated.
 
Rythe
Barn

Rythe's anger flared slightly when Lucifer eluded his grasp, compared to the rage he felt being pumped into him, his flare was but a spark. Immediately turning towards Chandra, aiming his light blue blade directly at the draw, snarling at her, "You've chosen a poor target for your little tantrum, Elf." His past years with his guillotines had left him with the ability to channel his fury into his target. His first encounter with the war-born chains had driven him mad, leading to his forging of the two swords that hung to his side and back whilst slowly honing his skills ability to wield the guillotines. Again, the blade began to absorb light from its surrounding before halting it as Toorn stood between him and the Chandra. Hearing the son of Lucifer's words disarmed him, a good son of a power-hungry father... he sheathed his sword, he turned away from them, angrily walking back towards Abraham and Anariel, his only certain allies. As he neared them, his furrowed brows and eyes blazing with fury settled down, he quietly and worriedly asked, "Are you two alright? His attacks looked like they almost killed you..."
 
Chandra Eclav
The Barn

The Ethereal looked at her with eyes angered eyes, stating she had chosen a poor target, but Chandra new that was on the contrary. She had chosen the perfect target, a man so filled with silent anger. He had already attempted to attack her once and she was just defending herself, and now, he looked at her with revenge. Pathetic little fool. She thought silently, though her thought was interrupted by the angel stepping in between them and announcing that it was enough. Chandra eyes Edward as he went on about friends and needing to be saved. The dark elf scoffed, her eyes returning to normal as she sheathed her sword.

"Your allies have bellies full of rage they are not channeling and could be used against daddy dearest." The dark elf spat, as she took a couple steps in Edward's direction and looked at him sternly, "you're an idiot to think I care about friends and even bigger one to think I need you to save me, boy. It seems to me that you are the one that needs saving... Satan's son, how interesting, though it doesn't make you interesting; just the situation. I guess you really are only just useful for a good fuck."

With that, the dark elf turned on her heel and waited patiently outside, debating if she should stay with the group or leave.

Aeriseth
The Barn

Lucifer disappeared with the stones and a sinking feeling hit Lady Death's heart. First, she failed by letting her son die and allowing his essence to return back to Lucifer and now, Satan himself had both Aditi's Plume and the Daemon's Cradle. It had been centuries since the last time she felt her heart ache, since the last time she felt remotely close to who she used to be. Lillith. The Succubus shook her head and turned her gaze to where Alex's war-torn body lie. Anariel was healing him, something she thought to be amusing; an angel healing a vampire. She looked around at everyone who had assembled there... they were the remaining Ethereals and Envoys now; Uriel was dead. Her eyes shifted to the floor, maybe this was her plan after all. Bringing us back together. Aeriseth gritted her teeth and began to walk toward the group.

She approached Anariel and Alexander and looked down at them with worry in her eyes, showing expression was not something she did often but the last thing she wanted was for him to die on her. "Is he going to be alright?" she asked quietly.
 
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He began to stir, the pain he felt not a welcoming thing. Though the pain was slowly being ebbed away as he felt something warm travel through him, something that seemed to correct the pain and injuries he received. That alone was something that make him snap fully out of his unconsciousness only to see Anariel and her wings surrounding him. So that's what the warmth was. he concluded, remaining silent as Anariel continued to heal him. If he had stayed awake, he wouldn't of asked for such help and let nature take it's course even though his healing factor was nothing like Abraham's. He decided not to ponder on it as it was most likely the other vampire of the group that helped him. Aeriseth's voice broke through his thoughts, his heart aching at the worry he heard in her voice. "I'll be fine. Thanks to Anariel here." he croaked out, the healing was slow and the pain was still there but he was going to be alive.

Lila Nender- Barn
Lila watched as Abraham brought Anariel over to her and Alexander, speaking of having to wake her up to heal the Envoy. She sighed in relief once Anariel woke up and asked her to move back from them for space. Lila obliged, scooting back across the ground as much as she could and watching the healing spectacle a little more before turning her thoughts to her own injuries. Glancing at her leg, she was surprised that she was even able to carry Alexander how she did with one of Lucifer's arrows clean through her leg. Her hands were already burnt from the first arrow she pulled out and she didn't really want to make it worse by pulling this one out but seeing as how most everyone in the area was distracted in some way, she couldn't really ask for help. With that thought, she gripped the arrow in her leg and all but ripped it out, the flames scorching her hands even more as she gritted her teeth so as not to cry out. Once done, she tossed the arrow away and surveyed the hole in her leg, similar to the one in her shoulder, both still bleeding heavily. "Well, at least that's over." she muttered to herself, ignoring the pain that shot through her body as she began to feel a bit light-headed from blood loss.
 
Eddie Toorn - Barn

Chandra's words cut into him like a knife, perhaps the insane elf was right, maybe he was the one who needed saving. Anariel's words confused him to no end, Master Toorn? When had he earned such an honorific, and from one of Aditi's chosen warriors no less? He looked at the bow in his hand and scowled, he didn't want to be reminded of his father right now and willed the bow away. It vanished in a flash of white flames, seems like he could summon it at will the same way Anariel could summon her spear.

His mind was spinning, he looked up to see that Chandra had left, and Rythe had joined the group huddled around Alexander. Towards the outskirts of that group, he saw Lila pulling one of the arrows Lucifer had shot at her out of her leg. "Lila!" He cried out as he rushed over to her. He let her lean against his chest as he looked towards Anariel once more. "I don't understand how you can say such things to me. I attempted to turn the populace of New Eden against you, tried to burn down the Cathedral of Eden. How are you able to look at me and think I haven't already lost myself to him, how do you see something more than a monster?"

Abraham - Barn

As a portion of his healing abilities were returned to him by Anariel, he found strength to rise from his hands and knees to a full sitting position. He smirked and put a comforting hand on Rythe's shoulder. "We'll be fine, Rythe. It's good to see you again after all these centuries." He looked over to Aeriseth and scowled, he wanted to call her out for her actions in this fight, question why she prevented Anariel and him from retrieving the stones, but was distracted by the son of Satan's words.

He looked over to the boy, cradling the vampire hybrid in his arms, and was reminded of himself, the young angel just had his world changed forever, and doesn't have the centuries he had to contemplate his actions. He walked over to young Eddie and placed a hand on one of his wings. "It's because of these." He said gently. "You only have half of Lucifer's blood, the other half belongs to a child of heaven. It is that blood which will save you from Satan's darkness, Edward Toorn." He then looked to the girl he had in his arms. "Ana, do you have any magic left over? This girl could use healing as well."
 

Anariel
Aftermath


The adrenaline was wearing off, that battle rush slowly fading from a raging blaze to nothing more than coals. As it wore away, she felt the post-battle exhaustion welling up, despite fighting it back. She'd been knocked out to varying degrees twice today, and though she was strong, the toll it had taken on her was just as large, something that might have flat out killed another, lesser being.She leaned back from Alexander, nodding as he woke. He would heal, and her talents were needed more vigorously elsewhere.

As she stood, she paused, catching her breath. She hadn't realized just how hard she'd been hit, and now that things were winding down, she began to feel the aches and still-forming bruises that would be the testament to this fight. She stood more fully, her wings drooping slightly in her tired state, before walking over to Lila and Edward. As she kneeled once more, her wings taking a similar position as before, she spoke to Eddie.

"You are no monster, Eddie. You are a valiant soul in a confusing position. With decisions, you might fall or rise, and I simply wish to see you fighting on my side. Despite your earlier actions int his world, you are far from being irredeemable. Even your father may yet be forgiven, though none alive on this world can perform that act in truth. As for why I called you by that title, you wield a weapon forged before this world. To use it at all is the mark of a master, whether you have full control of the weapon or not. Elytra," she paused a small smile on her face. "Sorry, that is the name of the spear I wield. She has as much a personality and life as you or I, simply bound tot he form of a weapon, by her choice. I suspect your bow is no different. Regardless, she told me she saw that in you, whether you saw it in yourself or not, and that is why she let you hold her. Had it not been for that, you'd have burned yourself trying to grasp her hilt, and to pull her from the floor would've never occurred. You have earned the title."

She began to focus more intently on Lila, the magic leaving her taxing her even more. For the first time that anyone save for Rythe and the Envoys had seen, Anariel looked tired. She looked as if she were aged over a dozen years as the magic pulled at the fabric of her life, as it always had. She'd never been the healer, that had been Uriel. He had been the light of life and had the healer's touch. She'd only gotten a small amount, being the warrior she was. And yet, here she was, repairing the body of a girl who she had never met. It had been like this before.

Ashen winds swept through the flaps of the tent as men lay groaning, their deaths approaching swiftly.
Beneath the archangel's hands was the face of a young boy, no older than ten, who'd thought to join his father in battle.
His father had perished not minutes before, having also been administered by Anariel, and she felt her heart weeping at the sight of the boy.
"Tell me he'll be okay," the boy said to her, tears from the pain in his eyes.
Despite the harsh persona she'd adopted for the battlefield, Anariel lied to stave off the boy's panic.
"Hell be up and fighting in no time at all, now rest young one, or you won't be able to be with him."
She lost the boy minutes later, her healing not strong enough.
As she came back to the present from the flashback, Anariel's gaze refocused, her eyes returning to the bright blue, ringed in misty grey. She shuffled her wings once, glad to see that the bleeding had stopped in both arrow wounds and that the skin was closing over. Despite her work, there would still be white scar patches remaining, showing the impact points, though the flesh would be smooth and flow seamlessly with her Lila's normal skin. As she set the remainder of the spell to work, reaching a point that no longer required her ministering, she sat back, her wings simply slumping to the floor around her, her youth appearing to return to her as her skin became more clear and perfect once more.

"And Rythe, we have to talk. We need a successor for Uriel, and I may need you for the ritual, if you still remember it. I didn't think we'd ever use it, or if we did that I wouldn't be there for it. I always thought I would die first." She offered a weak smile. "Beyond that, I know you're going to ask eventually, but don't worry about my wings. They..." She faltered for a moment, only to pick right back up. "They're actually fine. Just had a moment that cut too deep, and they shifted to reflect that. I'm still the same old me, and I still fight for what we believe in. Just try not to lose yourself, brother." With only a last bit of business to attend to, she turned to look at Aeriseth, more moving her head vice her whole body.

"Sister," she began, her voice soft. "We have grown apart. I understand that you feared me taking the stones, and I do not blame you for that fear. Had our positions been swapped, I might have thought the same thing. I assure you that they were secondary, as my goal was to retrieve the wings of our fallen brother, Uriel." She looked up to the rather unscathed feathered masses still hanging, her face sad. "I still intend to take them, as there is a process for replacement, though he is lost to us. As for your actions, as I said I do not blame you, but that does not mean I can forgive them. This is a moment where there are two outcomes, one of which I hope to dearly avoid if your pride can lessen enough for it."

"I ask for your apology, sincere and true, for the misunderstanding. I do not ask that it not happen again, for the future is a mystery to me. I may fight you many years from now or tomorrow, so I would not have you hold back due to an old apology by then, but I would ask that apology of you now." She fell silent, remaining seated on the ground but appearing almost regal in her posture. Her back was straight, her gaze firm, and even then, as she spoke, her halo began to manifest, a thin silver ring above her head.
 
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