Thinning out the numbers... (Open)

[azrael]

Lucifer had made a crucial mistake in imprisoning him for the last few decades, Lucifer had under-estimated the power that the human emotions gave him, the strength that he derived from the raw fury that was coursing through him. Vengeance was his sustenance, and as he drew his weapon, the intricate handle-grip fitting his hands perfectly, and as he raised the blade to point towards the group of demons standing before him, the length of the blade burst into an icy blue shade of flame. The demons shrank back slightly at the sight of his blade, as it was legend among them for being the weapon that had destroyed so many of their kind.

"In his name...." He said quietly, eyes narrowing at the group of six infront of him. He could smell their fear, he could read it in their expressions. Good....they would be even easier to destroy if paralyzed by fear. Suddenly he launched forward, nothing more than a moving blur as he quickly closed the distance between himself and the group as if it was nothing. Time seemed to slow around him, Azrael knew that this was nothing more than his perception of time being heightened in combat, a natural by-product of his incredible speed.

He stepped into their midst, ripping horizontally with his weapon, not even bothering to survey the damage as he continued his rotation, coming around for a second swipe at a lower level, the attacks sending limbs and demonic blood spraying through the air. Without pause he spun again, the opposite way this time, jamming the blade through the heart of the next demon before it even knew Azrael was upon him. The remaining three backed away, looking for a quick escape route.

Azrael seemed to appear out of thin air directly behind the trio, though in reality he simply moved faster than they could comprehend, and without warning he set into the trio from behind, blue aftertrails of flame following his blade as he whipped it across his body, his movements fluid and natural, seeming as if he was performing a dance instead of fighting. It could almost be seen as beautiful in a way, the way he moved and striked without even looking, his eyes unfocused and staring off into space, or at times simply closed, in the manner that a gifted musician often lets his eyes wander as he performs a very familiar and comfortable piece.

Before they even truely realized what had happened, it was over. Blood still hung thick in the air as Azrael continued his walk like it was nothing, simply placing his weapon back within its sheathe and continuing on. There was no time for hesitation or complacency, this was war, and he was a warrior.

[lilith]

The wafting scent of fresh spilled blood and iron began to reach out through the air as it rose to the heavens and spreading out to the four winds. This intoxicating aroma even tempted Lilith with a twinge of blood lust. Someone was creating a slaughter fest; hopefully it was the demons she ordered to scout the area that were responsible the carnage. But the blood did not hint at human blood, but of demonic. A disappointing tsk escaped the half parted lips of Lilith as her crystal eyes were hidden by the developing ebony hue within her pupils. These jet black eyes rolled in casualty. The thought of her comrades did not shake her slightest. If the demons’ ability to survive were not up to par for the war, then perhaps their death was necessary. As Lilith began to walk on the sidewalk in her original direction away from the source of the blood scent, something stopped her in her tracks.

”So, that is who is responsible…" commented Lilith inaudibly to herself. So an Archangel was in the area and was probably the sole reason as to why her followers’ blood was spilt on the ground. What gave away the archangel was their natural sweet, icy scent that radiated from their body. Pulled by curiosity, the Validus forced her wings from their hiding place within her back. A full set of feathered ebony wings spread out to their wing length. She stretched her wings in comfort; it had been a while since she could use her wings. For precaution, Lilith’s right hand grabbed at the hilt of her sheathed sword that swung at her side. Her other free hand instinctively, mentally rose to Lilith’s leather jacket where a shadow dagger was hidden close to her. Flapping her dark wings, Lilith’s black boots lifted off the dusty ground as she ascended in just an eye blink. With another prevailing flap of her wings, the Validus steered in the direction of the blood, soaring into the wind as it wrestled with her locks of chocolate brown hair.

Audible screams and cries of pain rang in her ears as her gaze finally zoomed in where the slaughtering was occurring. The agile archangel concentrated on every single one of the demons. Lilith stealthily landed a safe distance away from the archangel’s blade. Heartlessly, Lilith observed the archangel’s victims as they took their last breath. Only now did Lilith pay any attention to the male archangel. Azrael. The name flowed naturally through the validus’ mind. Folding her wings behind her, Lilith leaned against a building folding her arms across her chest. A bit of a disappointed look swept over her facial features. ”What? No encore?" called out fluidly Lilith in the direction of the archangel, a bit of a taunting tone in her vocals. She shifted her wings naturally in a ready position for anything.

TAG: azrael
WORDS:

[/color] 400 something
MUSE:[/color] riot - three days grace
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] none
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]

[azrael]

"Validus...." He spoke in a soft reply. He wasn't surprised and neither was his tone, he'd been expecting to run across one sooner or later since they had all been freed. They had all known him on a very personal level, considering they'd all been his personal tormentors during his imprisonment in hell at one point or another for the last few decades. It wasn't every day that the Archangel of Death was a prisoner in Hell, and naturally every creature within wanted their turn in delivering pain and misery onto Azrael. They should have killed him when they had the chance.

Suddenly his wings burst outwards, though tattered and charred with battle damage, they were strong and were still an impressive sight. An absent flap stretched out the muscles and ligaments controlling them, sending comfort flooding through his body. He knew this could turn into a serious battle very quickly, and he wanted to be ready. His features cold, he raised his eyes to look at the Validus, finding it to be Lillith. A slight smirk played across his lips momentarily as he turned his body towards her, his weapon still resting in its sheathe.

"I'm no longer held by shackles, Lillith..... you might want to leave while you still can." He said simply, his tone monotonous and cold. His clothing was torn, stained with his own blood from wounds that had already healed, the fine black hair that he was known for was wild and hanging across his face, and there was a fierceness to his eyes that wasn't nearly as intense before his brief stay in Hell. He looked ever bit the part of the 'Warrior Angel' that he was created to be. "Don't think for a second that I won't kill you..." His moment of weakness had allowed him to be captured and imprisoned, and as a result of the chain of events that followed, the demonic horde of Hell had been unleashed. He had a mess to clean up, and it had to start somewhere.

[lilith]

”I’m no longer held by shackles, Lilith…..you might want to leave while you still can.”
Intrigued, Lilith’s right eyebrow arched as she exposed her devilish playfulness to the extent of just a glimmer in her perfect crystal blue eyes and a tug of a smirk upon her plush lips. Memories flooded into the Validus’ mind of earlier decades, the ones that reminded of the good old times she created with Azrael in Hell. Lilith composed her stance as her legs stood up straight while not relying on the building’s wall for support. Turning her neck as her head followed in match, Lilith allowed her lips part as she began to speak in the direction of Azrael.

”Oh, but we haven’t gotten the pleasure of one’s company for a while; you’d miss me if I left now. Don’t deny, you loved those times, especially when it was I who held the key to your chains.”

[/color] Lilith stated with a coo in Azrael’s direction, as she batted her curled and mascara swept eyelashes innocently as it contradicted her venomous mocking tone. Taking a casual step close to Azrael, her black heeled boots made a soft click against the pavement. Her body language announced she’d stand her ground; a bit of an obstinate move for her part. She wasn’t intimidated by the Archangel even though during his imprisonment she shared in the satisfaction of granting him despair. Lilith couldn’t pass the opportunity of a captured breathing Archangel in Hell’s grip. One that bled, that experienced pain. Anyone would carry that as a little grudge one someone, wouldn’t they?

”Don’t think for a second that I won’t kill you…” The Validus was not surprised by the threats that the Archangel lunged at her. Of course it is the natural order for an Archangel and Validus to be one’s enemies. It made perfect sense in the world. Placing her folded arms down at her side, her hand briefly twitched for the crafted hilted of her sword but dared not satisfy the desire to place her hand upon the metal. So, she let her arms hang loosely on her sides as his threats passed her ears. Her lips escaped a disappointed sigh before she spoke once more. "No threats work on me Azrael, you should know.[/color] Lilith began her retort to his warning, a bit of an uninterested tone in her vocals. She produced another sinister smile with a dash of mischievousness in it.


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TAG: azrael
WORDS:

[/color] idk
MUSE:[/color] illuminated - hurts
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] bad...i know >.<
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]

[azrael]

(Sorry wasn't really wanting to go right into a fight lol, but Azrael just isn't the conversational type in this kind of confrontation lol.)

As soon as her last word left her lips, Azrael's feet burst into motion. The time for talk was over, he'd given her a chance to depart without violence and she'd spit it in his face. He wasn't a conversationalist like the other Archangels, he didn't waste hours bantering with his enemies in the hope of a peaceful resolution. Instead he simply went for the kill, there was no point in fighting what was to be inevitable anyways. Each step was like a thunder-clap as he rocketed forwards at impossible speeds, quickly closing the distance between them. Azrael posessed fairly poor strength for an Archangel, though still much stronger than an Angel, but for what he lacked in strength he more than made up for in his raw speed, and with each flap of his wings he shot forward even faster.

As he sprinted towards his opponent both of his hands moved to the grip of his weapon, drawing it from its sheathe as blue flames ignited up and down the length of the steel. He let his sword arm drag as he grew closer to Lillith, the tip of the blade catching the pavement and sending up a shower of sparks behind him. Lillith had been particularly sinister with his treatment, seeming to take an overly sadistic glee in his screams of agony. He thought of that masochistic grin of pure delight that she would give when slicing into him while he was bound, and it only furthered his resolve, flooding his mind with raw fury that coursed warmly through his veins.

At the absolutel last moment, with lightning-quick movements he spun clockwise, gripping the handle of his weapon in both hands as he brought his blade around in a wide arc, his already considerable momentum adding weight to his attack as he brought it downwards and to the right, intent on slicing directly through Lillith's neck. He doubted the attack would actually be successful, he would never under-estimate a Validus, but should she block it he knew the force of doing so would be considerable and at the very least shake her a bit, which was exactly what he was intending.

[lilith]

In only just a moment after Lilith spat her last word in the direction of Azrael, her eyes witnessed the agility of the Archangel as he lunged his first attack in her direction. At least he had the common courtesy of waiting to strike after Lilith finished her taunting. Now she could focus on the task at hand, knowing full well that her words sparked the fire within Azrael. As quickly was Azrael’s first steps, Lilith’s reflects matched his as she instinctively grasped the hilt of her own sword of shadows. The scrapping of metal from her blade and her sheath rang her hears, setting her adrenaline to pump faster for the fight ahead. Her mesmerizing crystal blue eyes suddenly were fogged black as soon as her sword was uncovered. In that instant, a dark shadow engulfed the etched blade, creating an ominous black and purple glow to it.

Her stance stood further apart, feet shoulder length apart, the perfect stance for battle. Behind Lilith, her ebony wings shifted to a ready stance for usage. The scrapping of metal and concrete rang in Lilith’s ears. A bit more dramatic on his part. The Validus observed swiftly Azrael’s movements as she raised her sword in a defense against his attack. As if in slow motion, Lilith observed and reacted to the Azrael’s strike from the right, his first attempt to behead the Validus. Matching his speed, Lilith flicked her sword upwards, protecting her neck as her sword clashed with his sword of flames. The clank echoed as she grasped the handle of her sword tightly with two hands to sustain the force which was behind his blow. All of her mischievous features were wiped from her façade.

What only was left was her sadistic glow in her eyes and the austerity set in her emotionless facial features. Standing her ground, Lilith eluded Azrael’s attempt to end this in one strike. She swung her sword that still held contact with the sword of fire and attempted to push his sword to the side. Immediately her feet took a step forward and slashed in Azrael’s open left side of his torso in one fluid movement as she too made her first attack. Not only Lilith was going to fight Azrael with sword and sword, she will fight him mind to mind. Instinctively, Lilith began to clear her mind as she produced her attack on him. Her psyche reached out for his own as she attempted to access his mind in her strike. Her mind present began to constrict him, attempting to weasel her way inside his head.

TAG: azrael
WORDS:

[/color] -shrugs-
MUSE:[/color] illuminated - hurts
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] none
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]

[azrael]

Teeth gritted in determination, he let her push his blade away with her own, knowing that she was going to immediately respond with a counter-attack, his mind already moving into the thousands of possible attacks she would make and the ways he could counter. It was often said that a truly skilled chess player could predict the move of his opponents, and Azrael possessed the same analytical thinking that caused him to take in every single minute detail about his opponent, using that information to provide him with anything he might need. For instance, there was a slight twitch to her shoulders, prior to her step, and Azrael instantly batting his right wing as it pulled his body backwards and away from the swipe of her blade.

At the same time he could feel the barrage of her mind assault pressing in on him, trying to constrict him. Azrael had a weakness for mind attacks and other less physical aspects of the Validus, and the attack itself rocked him for a brief moment, feeling as if his lungs were constricting in on themselves. However he remembered one thing, when focusing on using mental abilities it left you open for physical attacks, and to block one would naturally have to draw their energies away from the mental attack to aide in their defense against the physical one. It was a good theory in any case, and his only option at this point.

As soon as her blade passed across the open air infront of his form he leaped forward, timing it so that he would be standing within inches of her by the time the momentum carried her arms to her right side, leaving her left vulnerable. However he knew she was very, possibly just as fast as himself, and without wasting the time to raise his blade and prepare a strike, he simply shot his own head forwards with sudden and brutal quickness, intending to slam his forehead directly into the Validus' face. It was a rather crude attack, definately different from his normal set of moves, but she was stronger than other Validus' he'd faced in the past, and he had to take every opportunity that was presented. He let out a cry of rage, attempting to shake her mental hold as his forehead sped towards her face.

[lilith]

Instead of producing a sound of metal slicing flesh, the swooshing of air created by Lilith’s sword of shadows as it barely missed her target. The archangel was lethally nimble, something that the Validus could only match for so long until she would be overcome by his lithe movements. It was only a matter of time, but she could not allow that. Yet Lilith did have a simple mastery of her own which could play into the archangel’s weakness. The Validus’ psyche felt Azrael’s own mind control slip for an instant which was just enough to penetrate, sending him the mental sensation of searing pain, the hurting that Lilith had witnessed countless of times in Hell. This control only lasted but a split moment until she realized that her sword had but made a gust of wind instead of slicing through her opponent. Her mind retreated out of the archangel’s just enough to loosely constrict it as the Validus tried to keep up with his next move.

Not daring to blink, Lilith observed the space between her enemy and her own body promptly closed in as Azrael stepped closer. His icy scent swirled around her as her nose wafted it in. To show her dissatisfaction at the revolting scent, Lilith’s scrunched the upper brim of her nose just lightly as her muscles tightened. Preparing for another attack, Lilith attempted to bring her sword in a defensive position, but was taken aback by Azrael’s dirty little move. Instead of using his sword for another attack, Lilith witnessed his head shooting forward toward hers with blunt force. In attempt to dodge back, the Validus was not swift enough to dodge his cheap move. The crown of her head bashed in with his as they touched. Lilith’s throat allowed her to yell out a low pitchagghn in agony.

For a brief moment, Lilith’s head was dazed by the contact but lithely stepped backward a few steps in her retreat to create a gap between her and Azrael. Affirming her grip of her sword, Lilith blinked quickly to relieve the pain as she stumbled backwards. Her ebony stained wings flapped viciously as they created a gust of wind in Azrael’s direction, kicking up dust and sand. Lilith's cold, black eyes pinned directly on her enemy, sending him a gaze of malicious intent as her chest rose and descended as she cooped with now a bit of a headache. Once Lilith had created space and a quick diversion, she attempted to squeeze Azrael’s mind once again but a more malicious assault, now attempting to connect herself with his own nerves, trying to take over his movements.

TAG: azrael
WORDS:

[/color] n.a
MUSE:[/color] album emotive - a perfect circle
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] none
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]

[azrael]

The impact of his own forehead crashing against hers shook him as well, but nearly as much as he could tell it affected Lillith. He had been prepared for the pain, ready for it, it had caught her off guard and stunned her, and he knew, had pissed her off even more. He wasted no time, and as soon as he cleared his head he continued his forward progress, instantly feeling the stinging sensation as dirt and grit blown by the sudden bursts of wind produced by Lillith's wings shot into his eyes. He pressed the pain away from his conscious, it was miniscule and would soon be over. He could tell she was shaken, and hastily trying to grasp at the most powerful tool against him she could, it was a natural 'fight or flight' reflex to go after an opponent's weakness in a critical situation.

He knew he had precious few moments before the assault upon his mind would begin once more. The battle was coming down to a bitter trade-off, Azrael was forced to continuously press his attacks to keep Lillith unfocused enough to critically hinder his mind and at the same time Lillith had to sacrifice concentration to keep him from slicing her up, it was going to come down to whomever slipped first and it this point it could go either way.

He quickly pulled his sword arm back, holding the bottom of the grip within his fist as he launched it forwards over his head, spinning end-over-end in Lillith's direction at the same time he felt her mental assault blasting into his miniscule defenses. Waves of agony streaked through his body as he fought for each step, his blazing progress beginning to slow as he closed the distance between them once more. His vision faded and his limbs felt thick and sluggish, not wanting to respond to his commands. He knew if this continued for much longer he would be finished.

However he also knew that at some point very soon she was going to have to release her concentration to defend herself from the incoming projectile sword that would otherwise impale her form. With teeth gritted in determination, he continued forward, each millisecond feeling like an eternity of pain.

From the moment he felt the agony slip and his control over his limbs somewhat return he reached his right hand outwards, suddenly pulling the blade back to him at the last moment before it would have hit her and as he closed the distance he caught the blade, bringing it around in one smooth motion, blue flames igniting along the length of the steel as it sliced through the air in a downwards and diagonal towards his left, intent on burying the blade between the left side of her neck and her shoulder. He could still feel her grip on his mind, even though it had been lessened, and it was slowly sapping at his strength trying to fight her mentally and physically. Either way, this battle wasn't going to last long.

(Hope you don't mind the mini-auto, I just figured you obviously weren't going to just let her die by his flying sword of death but if you want I can fix it.)

[lilith]

Such a dark, truculent grin flashed her white teeth in the direction of the Archangel, a sight of the purest enmity among angels, demons, and the human race. Her mental assault crushed the effete stability of her opponent while he was occupied with the bits of whirling, jagged-end sands in the air by the created gust by her stable, dark wings. Before Lilith’s mind tricks could take an affect that lasted, Azrael at the last moment he possessed control and hurled his now extinguished sword in the direction of Lilith. Milliseconds were counting down the time for Lilith to choose her next move. Like scrolling information, her options weighed in her head. With a myriad of centuries of practicing, she still had the sturdy lethal grip of Azrael’s own mind while she would think properly s to what her next move was.

A few options pass through her mental process. The first was for the sword to impale the Validus as she would keep her whole control on Azrael. As she would take her last breaths, she’d find a way to crush Azrael and take her with her. Death, eh. At an exciting time such as these, Lilith would want to be part of it until the end. Then again, she had been in favor of the other high Validus that contained the same ability of raising the dead from their deathly slumber. Dying while defeating an enemy wouldn’t be so bad after all. Her next option passed her mind that would pass in every logical mind; she could dodge the blade. It would save the flaming death part and continue this encounter. The down side would that her grasp upon Azrael’s mind would be weakened. By the display of it, her control triumphant over his own psyche as he writhed in anguish, his movements becoming lethargic and restrained.

Yet another popped into her mind, one that would be perfect to end this battle. With her ability to control objects, she could halt the sword of extinguished blue flames in mid-air, beckoning it to her call in her own hand. The archangel would be weaponless unless he’d still defend by physical attacks. That would be dim-witted on the desperate archangel. Iron against flesh, even those who do not fight could tell it would be an inevitable fate that he couldn’t escape from. Before Lilith could decide upon her third option, her hand outstretched in attempt to the control the flinging sword which created a twinge as it sliced the air. This concentration around Azrael’s mind lessened, and Lilith too could feel the pull that came from the archangel on the sword. As the battle continued, Lilith deliberately mentally let go of the sword as it returned to Azrael’s clutching hands.

Readying her own sword, Lilith grasped her sword engulfed in dark purple-ish shadows in a steady stance as the archangel produced a swing to the left aiming again for a lethal strike to Lilith’s pretty, little neck. Lilith lifted her sword in a parry to his strike as the metals produced the same tune before. At this distance, her blacken eyes stared into Azrael’s. All the fiery rage, the natural hatred, the pure evilness of her soul glowed in an ominous vivacity; the eyes that reflected fortitude. Her breath drew in deep inhales and exhales, putting in check her need, her desire to smell Azrael’s blood on her own sword. Keeping a tight squeeze around the Archangel’s mind after her block by Azrael’s blow, her body without hesitation spun as her sturdy wings flared between them as a distraction. Her hand swiftly grabbed the shadow covered dagger that hid in her pocket as her body began to face Azrael once again, her arm flung back letting go of the dagger in attempt to pierce Azrael’s flesh in close range. As her body completed the circle, her wings flapped in one swoosh as she ascended like a rocket above the battle scene of about 10 feet above the Archangel’s head.

Her dagger distraction would just give her only a few moments to connect herself with Azrael. Targeting the archangel with her sadistic, her mind drilled inside his mind deeper in attempt to create a strong, undeviating bond. Images and sensations of her own memory centered through her assault, the memories of her torturing Azrael in Hell. The jagged knife slicing, dicing, ripping into the flesh slowly, inch by inch, the excruciating musty heat of Hell that suffocates even the strongest of demons, the echoes of screams Lilith perceived from Azrael’s own mouth as she attempted to rip his soul apart by insanity and ruthless pain, and the site of spewing crimson blood hastening from the openly wounds as it trickled into puddles. Attached to the memories was pain, pain Lilith witness at Azrael’s tortured years, pain she’d witnessed throughout the centuries by countless of victims, pain that she, too, felt all these years. Her pain hinted at a touch of sadness, a sadness she hid well over centuries that haunted her.

TAG: azrael
WORDS:

[/color] 835
MUSE:[/color] n.a
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] muse is back, baby! ^^
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]

[azrael]

He'd been expecting her to parry his attack, and wasn't surprised when she did. He knew that for every attack she parried, she would grow weaker, not to mention the strain that using her mental abilities to such a high degree was doing to her, if nothing else he simply had to out last her in this encounter. He saw the evil in her eyes, the mad bloodlust that was filling her mind, however his own icy blues reflected nothing but a hollow disgust and pity. This was a creature unfit for living, it was his duty to end her. His stance was calm and relaxed, despite the circumstances, as opposed to her aggressive form. Azrael was at home in combat, it was his life, his sole purpose for being, the relaxed way he went about his actions was testament enough to his mastery of the art.

So when the dagger left her hand, which would immediately extinguish, it would become just another dagger, catching the streetlights in its steel lengths as it shot towards Azrael's form. Time seemed to slow around him once more, his adrenaline kicking into overdrive as he knew he only had precious seconds before the assault on his mind continued once again. He could see her in his peripheral lifting into the air, and he reached forward, his movements seeming to be slow and exaggerated, though he knew to her would seem to be nothing more than a blur of motion.

In the duration of a heart-beat, the tip of his thumb and the knuckle of his index caught the tip of the dagger and without hesitation his body spun in continuing the momentum of the dagger's throw, however as he spun he launched the dagger upwards, accelerating it even faster and sending it screaming through the air towards its owner far faster than it had been given. Almost immediately after the dagger left his hand, the Archangel's massive wings flexed and suddenly dropped downwards, quickly followed by another rapid flap, his form instantly shooting into the air in the dagger's wake, moving at nearly the same speed as the two began to close the distance between them in almost no time.

As he felt the barrage of mind attacks begin once more, he willed his muscles to respond to one final command, and as he shut his eyes against the pain, veins bulging from his temples in excruciating agony, he sliced vertically and to the left, knowing that if his blade made contact with her at the very worst it would slice her from her left hip to the right side of her shoulder, and at the very least it would give her a possibly deadly though not immediately life-threatening wound to the stomach region. That was if it did encounter her at all, but he was praying that between the bullet of a dagger coming for her, and the manner of which he was constantly attacking and keeping her shifting between her mental abilities and blocking, that either the dagger or his blade would get through her defenses.

[lilith]

Fatigue began to plague the Validus’ mind; her mental attacks did not get the best of Azrael. Of course, the Archangel stricken with excruciating pain always found a way to weaken Lilith’s hold on him. It had been eons of years since she’d found a worthy opponent during a battle; she’d forgotten what the thrill of the battle felt like in her body. Right now, victory was not certain for the Validus, but it wasn’t definite for the Archangel either. As the Validus ascended above her enemy, her fogged ebony hued eyes watched the dagger aim towards Azrael’s form. At the last second, the Archangel grasped the small dagger as he hurled it toward Lilith’s direction upwards. Closely following the bulleting dagger, Azrael’s form as his wings lifted its master upwards. Lilith dared not to blink; if she would, her fate for defeat would be sealed either by her own dagger or the fiery cerulean sword of flames. Or, instead of sealing her fate, perhaps a stalemate was at hand. Lilith’s psyche retreated hastily from Azrael’s mind. The Validus extended her hand downward as she began to focus her energy on her own dagger.

With the wonder of her telekinesis ability, the Validus pulled the dagger towards her as it gained more speed than the Archangel passing him easily. In the process of the pulling her dagger towards her, Lilith flicked her wrist as the dagger obeyed her command to flip around so instead of the blade end hurling toward Lilith, the handle was speeding toward the direction of the Validus’ open hand. Just when the handle reached the tip of her fingers, Azrael was just inches from her as he began his strike, aiming at her left hip. Lilith’s torso tightened in the response to where the flaming metal began to burn the fabric of her shirt until it began to etch into the skin as it traveled diagonally up her lower stomach. In response to the touch of the blade and her flesh, where it made contact, the skin began to blister by the fresh wound. At the same moment Azrael’s blade made contact to her lower torso, Lilith’s arm that held the now amethyst glowing dagger in her hand. Biting her bottom lip in agony from the burning sensation of the Archangel’s blade, Lilith made her own attack as she threw back her arm, then swinging her arm at alarming speeds, aiming for the side torso of Azrael, just between two ribs. Letting go of her dagger and keeping a full grasp on the hilt of her sword of shadows, Lilith cried out in anguish.

Her jet black wings jerked her backwards in one flap as she attempted to at least dodge half of Azrael’s attack. His blade only did manage to slice up from her hip bone to the middle of her torso, at least the streak didn’t travel all the way up to her shoulder. The Validus twisted her body around as her left wing began to envelop her and as her left one flapped so that Lilith descend to the ground. Instead of the ground, the Validus aimed for a building just feet away from their position. Her body relaxed as she slammed into the building with ease, breaking through the concrete due to the force from her falling. Her sturdy wings protected her injured body as she attempted to retreat from Azrael for a bit. Lilith’s back crashed into the building’s floor as dust and debris fell from the hole of the ceiling. Her wings cushioned her fall a bit as they wrapped around her. Lilith’s chest heaved in suffering from her fresh wound from Azrael, her black eyes clenched shut. Her free left hand shakily covered up the blistering wound that began to bleed out her own crimson blood; her shirt tattered from the lower left hem up to her middle stomach as the fabric sizzled from the flames of the sword. Clenching her teeth, the Validus writhed in pain as she attempted to roll over to her knees. Her right hand dropped her sword next to her; it extinguished and clanked to the tile floor. Lilith’s breathing deepened, attempting to overcome the pain. Suddenly instead of a sob, a disturbing, maniacal laughter rang out as it echoed in the vacant building that could send a chill up anyone's spine.

TAG: azrael
WORDS:

[/color] 700+
MUSE:[/color] monster - skillet
CLOTHING:[/color] click
NOTES:[/color] ending soon?
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/left][/size]