Rue
Acting Maniac
Abraham - Barn
Her words gave him more comfort than he could have ever felt, and her kiss left him in a state of bliss that had been absent from his eternal life since he fell. He desperately wanted to pick her up in his arms, like he did in the olden times, and bring their lips together in a joining of passion and love, alas it was not to be. His ears heard the devil stand, he expected to see a broken shell of a daemon, what he saw instead, was his former master.
The armor on his wings, the power from the black flames, the hatred in his eyes. Abraham had to stop himself from bending the knee in worship of the true Lucifer, this devil didn't control him anymore, and he never would again. Abraham's crimson filled his iris' completely as he shifted back into his hybrid form. He stood in-between Satan and his love, staring at him eye to eye. "Anariel, no matter what happens here today, know that I've always loved you, and will continue to do so even if death pulls apart."
He entered into a combat ready stance, his eyes conveying his determination to finish what he started here. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, they just stared each other down, when suddenly Abraham made the first move, aiming a left claw to the right side of the devil's ribcage, Abraham feinted, retracting his hand and using the momentum to spin at an inhuman speed before unleashing a left spinning heel kick aimed for Lucifer's jaw.
Her words gave him more comfort than he could have ever felt, and her kiss left him in a state of bliss that had been absent from his eternal life since he fell. He desperately wanted to pick her up in his arms, like he did in the olden times, and bring their lips together in a joining of passion and love, alas it was not to be. His ears heard the devil stand, he expected to see a broken shell of a daemon, what he saw instead, was his former master.
The armor on his wings, the power from the black flames, the hatred in his eyes. Abraham had to stop himself from bending the knee in worship of the true Lucifer, this devil didn't control him anymore, and he never would again. Abraham's crimson filled his iris' completely as he shifted back into his hybrid form. He stood in-between Satan and his love, staring at him eye to eye. "Anariel, no matter what happens here today, know that I've always loved you, and will continue to do so even if death pulls apart."
He entered into a combat ready stance, his eyes conveying his determination to finish what he started here. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, they just stared each other down, when suddenly Abraham made the first move, aiming a left claw to the right side of the devil's ribcage, Abraham feinted, retracting his hand and using the momentum to spin at an inhuman speed before unleashing a left spinning heel kick aimed for Lucifer's jaw.