Chapter 6
Raziel and Asmodeus
Memories are terrible things
He was indeed a legendary figure by his appearance alone. His skin was metallic silver, his eyes a beautiful yet horrible mass of the golden sun. His gossamer white robes flowed with a life of their own, and the Holy Sword named, Yahweh was at his side. It was his hair that made him so memorable however. It fell in large blade-like forms on gold and silver to his shoulders. They in themselves could cut through iron, if not steel. He was regal, yet humble. His was handsome, yet terrifying. He was indeed the pinnacle of good, for there was no creature like him in all the planes that was so pure, so holy, so…perfect. There was even perfection in the way He blinked; the way He tapped his hallowed fingers upon the arm of is throne.
Raziel the Holy, God of Good, sat upon his throne and stared above him into the starry night. Using his magick, Raziel could manipulate his castle so that it appeared in any form his wished. Currently he was in a medium sized marble room, with no roof. The moon reflected its rays off His metallic skin and eyes. Such a peaceful entity he was.
No one had ever tried to battle Raziel, and only once in all His time in eternity had He ever drawn his sword. It was to fight Asmodeus, and to save a poor young angel by the name of Ryu. The Holy One had been personal friends with Helen the boys mother, a member of Heavens council, but not yet an Archangel. Ryu's father's name was Sariel in elvish tongue; He was one of the seven great generals in heavens army. Raziel was good friends with Sariel…
Then the death of The Holy One's brother, Satan, alarmed him so. He had not liked his brother, God of Evil, but he still…loved him in an odd sense. He did not like the way his father Galicran was so stubborn and self centered…but he loved him. Raziel loved all gods, no matter how evil. He loved all mortals, no matter how foul.
A single tear ran down Raziels face, as he looked into the stars. Angels do cry, after all, perhaps once. Once in an eternity. The memories of Ryu's family were too much, even for a god to bear. But even after Asmodeus murdered Ryu's parents… Raziel had no hate for him. His level of comprehension did not allow hate.
Within the Memories of Raziel
The blissful realm of Heaven sat in all its glorified nature upon the Platinum Sea, its waves lapped unto the shores of the city peacefully. Every home was made of marble, and the residents laughed and smiled at every turn of the head. The roads crisscrossed in perfectly symmetrical patterns. All was well in the city of Yahweh.
No one was expecting the alarms to go off suddenly at about twilight. Never before had the city become under attack, so many were unsure of what was going on. Not a soul was mistaken, however, when the ground ripped itself open, enveloping the buildings at its whim, and demons of all kinds poured into the Holy City. The rift stretched for a mile or so, spewing lava and fire from its depths. All manner of horrid creatures began tearing the city apart. Those unfortunate enough to be near the rift were either pulled into the fire, or eaten by the first wave of monsters. Mephistopheles stepped over the brink, spreading his ash-wings in delight. He let out a roar of unholy power, shattering walls like glass. Heaven's Army responded with lightning speed, literally. Blots of electric power burst from the most unlikely of places, bouncing off their foes and forming into angelic soldiers. Their glistening armor and flaming swords, although magnificent, were little match for these most powerful of demons. Only Raziel's personal guard could handle such powers. The battle for the 'right to rule' had begun.
Mephistopheles particularly took pleasure has he slashed through entire regiments with his Naginaki blade, he breathed fire unto buildings that were larger then him, and simply crushed those that went. He laughed malevolently as the melted marble fell onto a group of solders. Their screams enticed his rampage. The Duke of Evil took time to magically levitate one solider in and out of the lava, wondering how long it would take before the armor would meld to his skin. And so he walked slowly towards the center of the city, where the Supreme Palace stood. Slowly the other lords of Hell made their way into the battle field, like great thunderstorms slowly rising upon dark winds; and in the center of the storm, stood its very core power: Asmodeus the Terrible. Unlike now, the Lord of Evil was not frail and weak; instead he was well muscled and darkly handsome. The bottom half of wizards robe covered his red-skinned legs, and a silk, black-colored, open vest was on his back. It revealed a tattoo on his blood red chest. A pentagram in flames. Two horns extruded from his head curling on themselves and jutting to the right and left; two islands of brown in a mat of greasy black hair.
The battle continued, the demons were winning easily. Only Mephistopheles was fighting out of the Lords of Hell. The others trotted exultantly down the corpse covered roads, perhaps with the exception of Asmodeus' occasional blast of arcane magic. The remaining citizens scattered into the arms of the lesser demons as the Duke's passed, fearing a painful death at their hands rather then the gruesome one that awaited them in the claws of a Pit Fiend. This was the only true power. The only constant force that kept the masses at bay, and truly allowed the greater ruling class sway: fear. Asmodeus in particular took delight as the lowly creatures ran from his unholy gaze. So horrid were the eyes of this dark king that even Cassius the Pain Bringer averted his. Asmodeus could gain submission from any living creature with but an utter of a word. His power was truly awing. Then of course...he was once an angel.
Only this fact brought shame to the Dark One's spirit. He had once been an angel, a senator in the Celestial Council. A "good man". He had two wonderful sons, a beautiful and powerful sorcerer as a wife. He was rich, and powerful in his own right. But greed had beckoned him. He could remember the day he proposed a cleansing of Mal'Hal, and offered to lead the crusade into the material world a little two eagerly. Raziel himself raised an eyebrow at his delight in the 'cleansing' of mortals. The God of Good decided not to speak about it, until he heard The Dark One speak of it as a final solution to end all evil in the world. The words Raziel spoke to Asmodeus' still burnt a hole in his stomach.
"Perhaps you should be cleansed, dearest Lucius. Your eagerness the slaughter mortals troubles not only me." The asinine fool! Such anger arose inside the Dark One that he began to shout at The Holy. At this instant he was removed from Heaven, and thrown into the pits of Hell. He renamed himself Lucifer, which in the Abyssal language was pronounced "Asmodeus". It was in Hell that he was taken in by Satan, who was at the time God of Evil. Asmodeus' gained Satan's trust, and when the time was right crafted and succeeded in an elaborate coo. Asmodeus quickly drained Satan of all his divine power, thus stopping one of the other non-deity lords of Hell from taking his place. They fell swiftly to his wrath, and bowed before him. Now Lucifer had come to finish what he had started. A cleansing…but this time in the Name of Evil.
Asmodeus finally stopped his march admits the chaos in front of an old home. He remembered the man that used to live here…and his wife. It was grand in size, and magnificent in stature. Marble sculptures and columns littered the outside walls, a gate surrounded the property. With a curt gesture, Asmodeus flung the gates open. At the same instant the door to the estate dove off its hinges. Standing in the opening was a beautiful woman, her white robes glistened with heavenly power, and her vivid green eyes (much like Ryu's) gazed in absolute hate at the man standing before her. She called in a sing song voice that sounded more like a dirge.
"There was once something there Lucifer. You used to have a soul. You gave it all away because you were greedy; because you wanted power." From across the yerd Asmodeus grinned at her accusing words.
"There was once something there, Dearest Helen. I am not the man you knew.. Not the man you knew on the Celestial Council. I'm not a man at all anymore." he said comely. The two nemisi stood glaring at one another for a long period. The other lords of hell watched. The woman pushed back a small child, who was yelling curses at The King of Evil. Then, with lightning speed and agility, the woman raised her arms and cried an incantation.
"Silia electra incarna!" She spat, and with that simple command the power of the heavens was at her fingertips. She brought her arm swinging down; stopping when she pointed at the dark figure she hated so. With a crack like an earthquake a blot of lightning sprung from her fingers. A blinding flash followed, causing even the spells caster to close her eyes reflexively. Asmodeus conjured a barrier to stop the blot, but had to fight to keep it at bay. It trusted itself at the red wall of magical protection like a living force. Breathing heavy, the Dark Lord deflected the blast of lightning into the face of one of his fellows. He shrieked in pain, and the others laughed. It was all a game to them. The entire world was a playing field for them to manipulate and destroy but their whims.
Lucifer counter attacked with godly speed. He flung his hand about in unholy patterns, calling upon his inherited demonic powers rather then arcane magic. These needed no incantations. With a bone shattering scream that was uttered from no mouth the columns and fence of the house shattered. The ground quaked and cracked. A black light so wholly evil it chilled even Asmodeus' soul erupted from his index finger. It shot towards the woman with such speed she had no time to invoke any kind of protection. The beam hit her with a bone crushing force, and even at a distance you hear her ribs, arms, legs, and neck break. She flew back through the door way. This time the scream was high pitched...young. A young child with silver hair and green eyes ran in a complete rage towards Asmodeus. He was screaming insults and blasphemies. The dark lord laughed as the boy ran towards him, but was unprepared for what came next. The boy, still running, was moving his hands in magical patterns...powerful ones. It was too late before he remembered that the child had inborn abilities in magical studies. He was a sorcerer, a true practitioner of magic.
A ball of purple flames exploded in front of Lucifer, barely fazing him, but still burning. "The boy was destined to become very powerful indeed" Asmodeus thought as he actually needed to concentrate to dodge the barrage of spells that was being thrown at him. "It is a shame that he did not join my vendetta like his brother did. What was his name...ahh...yes...I remember now. I need the boy…shame I cant kill him"
The angelic child leaped in an unknown rage at the Dark One, a small dagger drawn taken from his mother's dead body. Asmodeus caught the child by the neck and murmured the boy's name.
"Ryu" His lips curled into an evil grin. "What a pleasant surprise. My, my you have grown. I noticed you were spying on my with your mother's crystal ball. You know you not supposed to do that."
"YOU...KILLED...MOM...YOU...#&($!" Ryu gasped in hate. "YOU...#$&(&()#$...ILL KILL...YOU....ONE DAY...I SWEAR..."
Lucifer did not take lightly these insults. He threw the boy back ten...twenty...thirty feet. With quick gesture blots of lightning erupted from the Dark Ones' eyes, hitting the boy with tremendous force. For a short while, Asmodeus took pleasure in how the boy writhed and squirmed in pain. How his hands were beating against the stone ground, bleeding. How he called for his mother to help him, praying to Raziel…Galicran…anyone that she would get up and fight once again. This did not happen, however. It was only until Asmodeus levitated the body closer to Ryu that he truly understood. His mother was dead, and she was not going to come back. Worse yet, was what the man that killed her was. The lighting ceased, and Ryu stopped screaming, he trembled, and wept at his mother feet.
Like an unknown terror, he walked silently over to the small child, and picked him up by the collar. Ryu did not fight, simply stared at the eyes of his mother, tears rolling down his cheeks. Silently to himself, the small child was thinking murderous thoughts, and swearing upon his soul that he would slay The Bastard
Without the merest trace of uncomforted, Asmodeus gently let the child fall onto the saddle of the steed in nearly a fatherly fashion. Although the battle raged endless around them, and so many powerful being surrounded him, Ryu was truly unafraid. Asmodeus bent close to the boy's ear and whispered.
"It was for the best, child. You mother was weak; she did not know how to raise a child to his full potential
They rode out of the city, past the open gates, and out into the fields; Towards the Platinum Sea. Its waters, made of liquid platinum, radiated no heat, and streaked endlessly across the plane.
"We are going to go home soon, Ryu." Lucifer continued. Ryu spat in his face. "Why you little..." The Dark Ones Configure changed instantly from fatherly to loathing. Ryu was thrown off the horse onto the ground. Before he could utter a single comment, he was silenced, for the boy heard a sound that renewed his hope. Trumpets...angelic trumpets. The war cry of Raziel The Holy; The King and undisputed ruler of Heaven. A rift in the sky, identical to the one below, opened in the clouds. Thousands upon thousands of Cherubim & Seraphim warrior's wielding flaming greatswords came pelting to the ground like beams of holy light. One particularly bright beam of white light came towards them. It was none other then The Holy One himself.
Raziel the Crusader: the God of Good, in all his glory and magnificence let out a terrifying shriek of rage as he pelted towards them. Ryu dived for cover and Raziel slashed his katana at Asmodeus, cursing him.
The Holy One brought his blade slashing down upon the Dark Lord, who was sprawled on the ground. Asmodeus instantly conjured up his own weapon of choice: a heavy mace adorned with rubies and pentagrams. He blocked the blow and forced Raziel back into the ranks of his Lords. This was child splay. The Holy dropped each of the lesser lords with impunity. Only Mephistopheles took more then a few seconds. His giant form over powered Raziel, and cut his across the chest with his gigantic blade, pelting him to the ground with earth shattering force. During this time, Asmodeus was preparing himself. Countless protection and warding spells fell upon the Dark One like raindrops as his arms moved in frantic patterns.
Mephistopheles let out a roar of anger as Raziel shoved his katana into his heart. All the other lords of Evil fled in a rushing of wind and flash of fire. Raziel stood triumphantly at facing Asmodeus's now glowing body.
"I haven't the time for this, Lucifer. I cast you down from this Heaven and forbade thee from returning. I command you to leave at once, or suffer my wrath!" The Holy said in a deep booming voice. Asmodeus spat.
"I refuse to let myself be commanded by a whelp like you!" The dark one said, launching himself at him enemy. His mace made contact with Raziel, ripping open a new wound in his arm. The lord of Heaven responded with a slash from his sword to Asmodeus' back, and a quick fleeting incantation.
"Nephtuhus hala dum!" He said, pointing his blade towards the Dark ones face as he turned. A searing blast of light erupted from its point, striking his enemy in the face and causing a disgusting sizzle of sound. Lucifer wailed in pain and agony as the holy light at his skin. Then he felt the slashed from Raziel's blade. Twenty...thirty...forty strikes to his arms, legs, chest, and face. He was blasted back with another helping of holy light, and slid over a hundred feet before he stopped moving. He moaned in pain...a jest. Raziel in the distance spread his wings and glided with ease towards his nemesis. Just before he landed, Asmodeus jumped up and smacked him across the face with his unhallowed mace. He cringed, but shook off the otherwise devastating blow. Raziel was not ready for the other seven however. One upon each of his limbs, another to his face, and two to his chest.
It was now that Ryu thought of a useful spell. His father had taught it to him before it happened. The spell conjured a pentacle (symbol of good) around a thinry foot radius, empowering to good, and harming the evil. This he did, saying "Vive, Vie, Vama"
A golden shadow of power exploded from where he sat, striking Raziel and Amodeus by surprise. The holy light shocked Lucifer with an electric jolt, and caused Raziel to glow with a new power. While Asmodeus was stunned, Raziel took his chance, and drove his blade into his heart.
As if waiting (and Raziel was sure they were) chains of adamantine strength appeared out of nowhere, and anchored themselves to the air. They wrapped around Lucifer, and with one cold glance at Ryu, he disappeared, doomed for hundreds of years of pain and fire in Tattarus. Knowing their leader was fallen, and Raziel would soon return to the battlefield, the remaining demons in the city ran.
Bleeding and wounded, The Holy walked slowly over to Ryu, and thanked him without a word spoken, simply putting his hand upon the small boys shoulders. He looked into Ryu's eyes, and saw not good nature as was known for angels, but a gleaming horrid hate. It was not obvious to anyone at all; for Ryu was currently more joyous then he had been in years, but behind the kindness, the happiness, and the power, the Holy saw hate. Raziel had known Ryu's parents well...but they were now dead. He considered taking Ryu in as his own...but that hate scared Raziel beyond anything Asmodeus has done. Ryu wasn't an angel, he wasn't fit to be one. Ryu was a monster, an abomination.
Raziel had no choice send Ryu away from Heaven, and thus the Holy One placed him the care of an elven family in the city of Me'Hein'. There he stayed, and met him first love, a beautiful mortal by the name of Lebel.
Now another tear ran down the hallowed face of the deity. It was a shame…so much beauty destroyed by darkness. Raziel couldn't stand evil, but did not hold a grudge against it. His own brother, Satan, had been Lord of Evil for a short time, before his murder at Asmodeus' hands.
How could Galicran have let Asmodeus escape? And who was the entity in the cloak that led all the others to give offerings? These questions tormented Raziel. 'Twas ironic, no? A God of Good in torment? Then again…what was good but a lebel put on things by human beings?
He was indeed a legendary figure by his appearance alone. His skin was metallic silver, his eyes a beautiful yet horrible mass of the golden sun. His gossamer white robes flowed with a life of their own, and the Holy Sword named, Yahweh was at his side. It was his hair that made him so memorable however. It fell in large blade-like forms on gold and silver to his shoulders. They in themselves could cut through iron, if not steel. He was regal, yet humble. His was handsome, yet terrifying. He was indeed the pinnacle of good, for there was no creature like him in all the planes that was so pure, so holy, so…perfect. There was even perfection in the way He blinked; the way He tapped his hallowed fingers upon the arm of is throne.
Raziel the Holy, God of Good, sat upon his throne and stared above him into the starry night. Using his magick, Raziel could manipulate his castle so that it appeared in any form his wished. Currently he was in a medium sized marble room, with no roof. The moon reflected its rays off His metallic skin and eyes. Such a peaceful entity he was.
No one had ever tried to battle Raziel, and only once in all His time in eternity had He ever drawn his sword. It was to fight Asmodeus, and to save a poor young angel by the name of Ryu. The Holy One had been personal friends with Helen the boys mother, a member of Heavens council, but not yet an Archangel. Ryu's father's name was Sariel in elvish tongue; He was one of the seven great generals in heavens army. Raziel was good friends with Sariel…
Then the death of The Holy One's brother, Satan, alarmed him so. He had not liked his brother, God of Evil, but he still…loved him in an odd sense. He did not like the way his father Galicran was so stubborn and self centered…but he loved him. Raziel loved all gods, no matter how evil. He loved all mortals, no matter how foul.
A single tear ran down Raziels face, as he looked into the stars. Angels do cry, after all, perhaps once. Once in an eternity. The memories of Ryu's family were too much, even for a god to bear. But even after Asmodeus murdered Ryu's parents… Raziel had no hate for him. His level of comprehension did not allow hate.
Within the Memories of Raziel
The blissful realm of Heaven sat in all its glorified nature upon the Platinum Sea, its waves lapped unto the shores of the city peacefully. Every home was made of marble, and the residents laughed and smiled at every turn of the head. The roads crisscrossed in perfectly symmetrical patterns. All was well in the city of Yahweh.
No one was expecting the alarms to go off suddenly at about twilight. Never before had the city become under attack, so many were unsure of what was going on. Not a soul was mistaken, however, when the ground ripped itself open, enveloping the buildings at its whim, and demons of all kinds poured into the Holy City. The rift stretched for a mile or so, spewing lava and fire from its depths. All manner of horrid creatures began tearing the city apart. Those unfortunate enough to be near the rift were either pulled into the fire, or eaten by the first wave of monsters. Mephistopheles stepped over the brink, spreading his ash-wings in delight. He let out a roar of unholy power, shattering walls like glass. Heaven's Army responded with lightning speed, literally. Blots of electric power burst from the most unlikely of places, bouncing off their foes and forming into angelic soldiers. Their glistening armor and flaming swords, although magnificent, were little match for these most powerful of demons. Only Raziel's personal guard could handle such powers. The battle for the 'right to rule' had begun.
Mephistopheles particularly took pleasure has he slashed through entire regiments with his Naginaki blade, he breathed fire unto buildings that were larger then him, and simply crushed those that went. He laughed malevolently as the melted marble fell onto a group of solders. Their screams enticed his rampage. The Duke of Evil took time to magically levitate one solider in and out of the lava, wondering how long it would take before the armor would meld to his skin. And so he walked slowly towards the center of the city, where the Supreme Palace stood. Slowly the other lords of Hell made their way into the battle field, like great thunderstorms slowly rising upon dark winds; and in the center of the storm, stood its very core power: Asmodeus the Terrible. Unlike now, the Lord of Evil was not frail and weak; instead he was well muscled and darkly handsome. The bottom half of wizards robe covered his red-skinned legs, and a silk, black-colored, open vest was on his back. It revealed a tattoo on his blood red chest. A pentagram in flames. Two horns extruded from his head curling on themselves and jutting to the right and left; two islands of brown in a mat of greasy black hair.
The battle continued, the demons were winning easily. Only Mephistopheles was fighting out of the Lords of Hell. The others trotted exultantly down the corpse covered roads, perhaps with the exception of Asmodeus' occasional blast of arcane magic. The remaining citizens scattered into the arms of the lesser demons as the Duke's passed, fearing a painful death at their hands rather then the gruesome one that awaited them in the claws of a Pit Fiend. This was the only true power. The only constant force that kept the masses at bay, and truly allowed the greater ruling class sway: fear. Asmodeus in particular took delight as the lowly creatures ran from his unholy gaze. So horrid were the eyes of this dark king that even Cassius the Pain Bringer averted his. Asmodeus could gain submission from any living creature with but an utter of a word. His power was truly awing. Then of course...he was once an angel.
Only this fact brought shame to the Dark One's spirit. He had once been an angel, a senator in the Celestial Council. A "good man". He had two wonderful sons, a beautiful and powerful sorcerer as a wife. He was rich, and powerful in his own right. But greed had beckoned him. He could remember the day he proposed a cleansing of Mal'Hal, and offered to lead the crusade into the material world a little two eagerly. Raziel himself raised an eyebrow at his delight in the 'cleansing' of mortals. The God of Good decided not to speak about it, until he heard The Dark One speak of it as a final solution to end all evil in the world. The words Raziel spoke to Asmodeus' still burnt a hole in his stomach.
"Perhaps you should be cleansed, dearest Lucius. Your eagerness the slaughter mortals troubles not only me." The asinine fool! Such anger arose inside the Dark One that he began to shout at The Holy. At this instant he was removed from Heaven, and thrown into the pits of Hell. He renamed himself Lucifer, which in the Abyssal language was pronounced "Asmodeus". It was in Hell that he was taken in by Satan, who was at the time God of Evil. Asmodeus' gained Satan's trust, and when the time was right crafted and succeeded in an elaborate coo. Asmodeus quickly drained Satan of all his divine power, thus stopping one of the other non-deity lords of Hell from taking his place. They fell swiftly to his wrath, and bowed before him. Now Lucifer had come to finish what he had started. A cleansing…but this time in the Name of Evil.
Asmodeus finally stopped his march admits the chaos in front of an old home. He remembered the man that used to live here…and his wife. It was grand in size, and magnificent in stature. Marble sculptures and columns littered the outside walls, a gate surrounded the property. With a curt gesture, Asmodeus flung the gates open. At the same instant the door to the estate dove off its hinges. Standing in the opening was a beautiful woman, her white robes glistened with heavenly power, and her vivid green eyes (much like Ryu's) gazed in absolute hate at the man standing before her. She called in a sing song voice that sounded more like a dirge.
"There was once something there Lucifer. You used to have a soul. You gave it all away because you were greedy; because you wanted power." From across the yerd Asmodeus grinned at her accusing words.
"There was once something there, Dearest Helen. I am not the man you knew.. Not the man you knew on the Celestial Council. I'm not a man at all anymore." he said comely. The two nemisi stood glaring at one another for a long period. The other lords of hell watched. The woman pushed back a small child, who was yelling curses at The King of Evil. Then, with lightning speed and agility, the woman raised her arms and cried an incantation.
"Silia electra incarna!" She spat, and with that simple command the power of the heavens was at her fingertips. She brought her arm swinging down; stopping when she pointed at the dark figure she hated so. With a crack like an earthquake a blot of lightning sprung from her fingers. A blinding flash followed, causing even the spells caster to close her eyes reflexively. Asmodeus conjured a barrier to stop the blot, but had to fight to keep it at bay. It trusted itself at the red wall of magical protection like a living force. Breathing heavy, the Dark Lord deflected the blast of lightning into the face of one of his fellows. He shrieked in pain, and the others laughed. It was all a game to them. The entire world was a playing field for them to manipulate and destroy but their whims.
Lucifer counter attacked with godly speed. He flung his hand about in unholy patterns, calling upon his inherited demonic powers rather then arcane magic. These needed no incantations. With a bone shattering scream that was uttered from no mouth the columns and fence of the house shattered. The ground quaked and cracked. A black light so wholly evil it chilled even Asmodeus' soul erupted from his index finger. It shot towards the woman with such speed she had no time to invoke any kind of protection. The beam hit her with a bone crushing force, and even at a distance you hear her ribs, arms, legs, and neck break. She flew back through the door way. This time the scream was high pitched...young. A young child with silver hair and green eyes ran in a complete rage towards Asmodeus. He was screaming insults and blasphemies. The dark lord laughed as the boy ran towards him, but was unprepared for what came next. The boy, still running, was moving his hands in magical patterns...powerful ones. It was too late before he remembered that the child had inborn abilities in magical studies. He was a sorcerer, a true practitioner of magic.
A ball of purple flames exploded in front of Lucifer, barely fazing him, but still burning. "The boy was destined to become very powerful indeed" Asmodeus thought as he actually needed to concentrate to dodge the barrage of spells that was being thrown at him. "It is a shame that he did not join my vendetta like his brother did. What was his name...ahh...yes...I remember now. I need the boy…shame I cant kill him"
The angelic child leaped in an unknown rage at the Dark One, a small dagger drawn taken from his mother's dead body. Asmodeus caught the child by the neck and murmured the boy's name.
"Ryu" His lips curled into an evil grin. "What a pleasant surprise. My, my you have grown. I noticed you were spying on my with your mother's crystal ball. You know you not supposed to do that."
"YOU...KILLED...MOM...YOU...#&($!" Ryu gasped in hate. "YOU...#$&(&()#$...ILL KILL...YOU....ONE DAY...I SWEAR..."
Lucifer did not take lightly these insults. He threw the boy back ten...twenty...thirty feet. With quick gesture blots of lightning erupted from the Dark Ones' eyes, hitting the boy with tremendous force. For a short while, Asmodeus took pleasure in how the boy writhed and squirmed in pain. How his hands were beating against the stone ground, bleeding. How he called for his mother to help him, praying to Raziel…Galicran…anyone that she would get up and fight once again. This did not happen, however. It was only until Asmodeus levitated the body closer to Ryu that he truly understood. His mother was dead, and she was not going to come back. Worse yet, was what the man that killed her was. The lighting ceased, and Ryu stopped screaming, he trembled, and wept at his mother feet.
Like an unknown terror, he walked silently over to the small child, and picked him up by the collar. Ryu did not fight, simply stared at the eyes of his mother, tears rolling down his cheeks. Silently to himself, the small child was thinking murderous thoughts, and swearing upon his soul that he would slay The Bastard
Without the merest trace of uncomforted, Asmodeus gently let the child fall onto the saddle of the steed in nearly a fatherly fashion. Although the battle raged endless around them, and so many powerful being surrounded him, Ryu was truly unafraid. Asmodeus bent close to the boy's ear and whispered.
"It was for the best, child. You mother was weak; she did not know how to raise a child to his full potential
They rode out of the city, past the open gates, and out into the fields; Towards the Platinum Sea. Its waters, made of liquid platinum, radiated no heat, and streaked endlessly across the plane.
"We are going to go home soon, Ryu." Lucifer continued. Ryu spat in his face. "Why you little..." The Dark Ones Configure changed instantly from fatherly to loathing. Ryu was thrown off the horse onto the ground. Before he could utter a single comment, he was silenced, for the boy heard a sound that renewed his hope. Trumpets...angelic trumpets. The war cry of Raziel The Holy; The King and undisputed ruler of Heaven. A rift in the sky, identical to the one below, opened in the clouds. Thousands upon thousands of Cherubim & Seraphim warrior's wielding flaming greatswords came pelting to the ground like beams of holy light. One particularly bright beam of white light came towards them. It was none other then The Holy One himself.
Raziel the Crusader: the God of Good, in all his glory and magnificence let out a terrifying shriek of rage as he pelted towards them. Ryu dived for cover and Raziel slashed his katana at Asmodeus, cursing him.
The Holy One brought his blade slashing down upon the Dark Lord, who was sprawled on the ground. Asmodeus instantly conjured up his own weapon of choice: a heavy mace adorned with rubies and pentagrams. He blocked the blow and forced Raziel back into the ranks of his Lords. This was child splay. The Holy dropped each of the lesser lords with impunity. Only Mephistopheles took more then a few seconds. His giant form over powered Raziel, and cut his across the chest with his gigantic blade, pelting him to the ground with earth shattering force. During this time, Asmodeus was preparing himself. Countless protection and warding spells fell upon the Dark One like raindrops as his arms moved in frantic patterns.
Mephistopheles let out a roar of anger as Raziel shoved his katana into his heart. All the other lords of Evil fled in a rushing of wind and flash of fire. Raziel stood triumphantly at facing Asmodeus's now glowing body.
"I haven't the time for this, Lucifer. I cast you down from this Heaven and forbade thee from returning. I command you to leave at once, or suffer my wrath!" The Holy said in a deep booming voice. Asmodeus spat.
"I refuse to let myself be commanded by a whelp like you!" The dark one said, launching himself at him enemy. His mace made contact with Raziel, ripping open a new wound in his arm. The lord of Heaven responded with a slash from his sword to Asmodeus' back, and a quick fleeting incantation.
"Nephtuhus hala dum!" He said, pointing his blade towards the Dark ones face as he turned. A searing blast of light erupted from its point, striking his enemy in the face and causing a disgusting sizzle of sound. Lucifer wailed in pain and agony as the holy light at his skin. Then he felt the slashed from Raziel's blade. Twenty...thirty...forty strikes to his arms, legs, chest, and face. He was blasted back with another helping of holy light, and slid over a hundred feet before he stopped moving. He moaned in pain...a jest. Raziel in the distance spread his wings and glided with ease towards his nemesis. Just before he landed, Asmodeus jumped up and smacked him across the face with his unhallowed mace. He cringed, but shook off the otherwise devastating blow. Raziel was not ready for the other seven however. One upon each of his limbs, another to his face, and two to his chest.
It was now that Ryu thought of a useful spell. His father had taught it to him before it happened. The spell conjured a pentacle (symbol of good) around a thinry foot radius, empowering to good, and harming the evil. This he did, saying "Vive, Vie, Vama"
A golden shadow of power exploded from where he sat, striking Raziel and Amodeus by surprise. The holy light shocked Lucifer with an electric jolt, and caused Raziel to glow with a new power. While Asmodeus was stunned, Raziel took his chance, and drove his blade into his heart.
As if waiting (and Raziel was sure they were) chains of adamantine strength appeared out of nowhere, and anchored themselves to the air. They wrapped around Lucifer, and with one cold glance at Ryu, he disappeared, doomed for hundreds of years of pain and fire in Tattarus. Knowing their leader was fallen, and Raziel would soon return to the battlefield, the remaining demons in the city ran.
Bleeding and wounded, The Holy walked slowly over to Ryu, and thanked him without a word spoken, simply putting his hand upon the small boys shoulders. He looked into Ryu's eyes, and saw not good nature as was known for angels, but a gleaming horrid hate. It was not obvious to anyone at all; for Ryu was currently more joyous then he had been in years, but behind the kindness, the happiness, and the power, the Holy saw hate. Raziel had known Ryu's parents well...but they were now dead. He considered taking Ryu in as his own...but that hate scared Raziel beyond anything Asmodeus has done. Ryu wasn't an angel, he wasn't fit to be one. Ryu was a monster, an abomination.
Raziel had no choice send Ryu away from Heaven, and thus the Holy One placed him the care of an elven family in the city of Me'Hein'. There he stayed, and met him first love, a beautiful mortal by the name of Lebel.
Now another tear ran down the hallowed face of the deity. It was a shame…so much beauty destroyed by darkness. Raziel couldn't stand evil, but did not hold a grudge against it. His own brother, Satan, had been Lord of Evil for a short time, before his murder at Asmodeus' hands.
How could Galicran have let Asmodeus escape? And who was the entity in the cloak that led all the others to give offerings? These questions tormented Raziel. 'Twas ironic, no? A God of Good in torment? Then again…what was good but a lebel put on things by human beings?