6. Angel Master Semyaza
The angel gained altitude into the night sky, approaching what mortals referred to as the constellation Orion. Exuding a higher level of celestial power in order to maintain his corporeal form under such extreme pressure, the angel focused his energy around his tense body. The celestial being began a soft chant and the sky itself began to warp.
Suddenly a large portal formed within the constellation and as soon as the angel was close enough to it, he was unexpectedly pulled in violently by an intangible force.
He was caught off guard when the heavy winds and chaos inside the portal flung unidentifiable debris in every direction. Strong wings closed tight alongside his body for protection against the volatile storm. The angel was tossed mercilessly in the void by the brutal gusts until it seemed he had fallen past the pandemonium, and was falling through a calm atmosphere. Upon this realization, he immediately opened his wings wide in an attempt to disable his rapid descent.
As he steadied himself to a calm float, as he attempted to search for any sign of life in the abysmally dark void. He felt rather vulnerable as he was currently surrounded by darkness and the only light that shown their came from his own body. Ignoring his fears, he closed his eyes in meditation and soon felt something akin to a soft caress. Eyes still closed, he broke off immediately towards the feeling. His powerful wing beats sounded softly in a dark abyss though no echo of noise was ever heard.
The angel knew that in this dimension between Heaven and Earth was where he would find the fallen angel master, Semyaza. He flew through the everlasting encompassing night that surrounded him, unsure of exactly were it was he was being lead. All he could do was follow a faint throb within him that called out to Semyaza's angelic essence.
He opened his eyes as he stopped abruptly before a large architectural structure; the only light was still the soft glow that radiated from the celestial creature. As he descended to the door, golden tresses that reflected nothing save the omnipotent darkness, fell gracefully around his shoulders and down his back.
The angel entered the small sanctuary with ease. He found himself inside a gothic chapel with arches that reached well out of his line of sight in the dimly lit building. Candles burned everywhere around him, though the wax never appeared to diminish.
"Guarded by the fire of the Cherubim, and bound in the prayer of the Seraphim..." He concluded flatly to himself, annoyance clearly laced his tone. He flinched slightly at how loud his whisper sounded within the chapel. Gazing around the small church, his eyes came to rest at the altar and he found what he had been searching for.
"Semyaza" He lightly whispered, eyes wide with amazement, and a small smile of satisfaction gracing his ethereal lips.
The same chaotic force that the angel had first encountered on his way inside this dimension surrounded the altar. The only difference was that this energy flowed in an upward movement, keeping the figure within it perpetually stationary, as fierce energy seemed to appear from the floor below him. Semyaza remained suspended upside down in the vortex, strong body bound by an unseen force.
The Seraph's six large wings were weather beaten from centuries of this confinement. His black hair tossed irreverently in the wind as anguish spread across his angular features. Only one of his eyes remained open so that he would experience his current plight as an eternal punishment.
"I fear this will be quite painful." The corporeal spirit stated in agitation as he whipped a lock of silken gold over his shoulder, marching up to the altar.
He shut his eyes as he raised his arms ceremoniously toward the bound Seraph. Slowly, the smaller angel's features contorted in concentration as he channeled all the celestial energy he could muster.
A sudden burst of light radiated off of the yellow-locked angel and effectively lit the entire chapel. In his current luminous state, the being began to chant as low as he could without the words loosing their power.
"I do invocate, conjure, and command thee, O thou Spirit Semyaza, to appear and to show thyself visibly unto me..." His voice was clear and firm and he eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as they shot open.
Upon sensing the prodigious conjuration at such a close distance, Semyaza struggled against his unseen bonds. The mighty Seraph felt a strange force that silently pleaded for his spiritual essence to be pulled from his current state of existence.
"...I do potently exorcise thee that thou appearest here to fulfill my will in all things which seem good unto me." The blonde angel continued, his voice becoming louder with each word uttered. He articulated the chant through grit teeth as an overwhelming pain ripped through his body.
The feral power that confined the Seraph on the altar began to crack as the conjuration neared its completion.
"Wherefore, come thou, visibly, peaceably, and affably, now, without delay, to manifest that which I desire, speaking with a clear and perfect voice, intelligibly, and to mine understanding!" Unexpectedly, the angel was thrust back in agony as the Seraph's prison violently gave way. Blood spilled from various gashes on the blonde's heated body caused by the emitting force as he crashed into to the marble floor of the chapel. The expelling force effectively extinguished all the candles that bound it in their light, leaving the room shrouded in a dense fog of darkness.
A figure in tattered robes rose on his powerful arms from the now destroyed altar. Coming to an imposing stance, Semyaza beat his six wings forcefully as he stood tall at the head of the chapel. He ran strong hands several times through his deep midnight hair in an attempt to tame its recklessness. His lips curved into a malicious smile, as the long forgotten sense of intoxicating freedom evoked a primordial sense of psychosis.
Knowing he could not release himself, his scarlet eyes surveyed the now dark chapel in search of his invoker. His stare narrowed on the form of an angel currently residing on the cool marble floor, surrounded by various pieces of debris.
Semyaza walked piously over to the floor stricken angel. Looking the grounded angel over, the Seraph's lips twisted into a knowing smile and recognition shown in his eyes.
Shrouded in the fresh darkness, bluish eyes gazed up through gold locks that covered the angel's now crimson streaked face as he wearily commanded, "I beseech thee: go to Earth. You are free." Large amounts of blood continued to spill from his corporeal form and taint his ethereal robes.
Honoring the bond of invocation, Semyaza answered coolly "If that is your will." With an unnaturally calm smile and burst into a flash of light before disappearing completely.
Knowing that this little incident would have attracted much unwanted attention, the bloodied angel soon followed suit.
To Be Concluded...
Oh no! there was no Tsuzuki or Hisoka in this chapter. Is that okay? Or should I get the next chapter up ASAP? Please review and tell me what you think of the story thus far.
Also, I never write a story without starting with concept art. I have illustrations and sketches of certain scenes and most of the characters in my story, if anyone is interested in viewing them, let me know. However, seeing as how I do not have a personal webpage, I am unsure of how I could get them to you. Any Suggestions?
The angel gained altitude into the night sky, approaching what mortals referred to as the constellation Orion. Exuding a higher level of celestial power in order to maintain his corporeal form under such extreme pressure, the angel focused his energy around his tense body. The celestial being began a soft chant and the sky itself began to warp.
Suddenly a large portal formed within the constellation and as soon as the angel was close enough to it, he was unexpectedly pulled in violently by an intangible force.
He was caught off guard when the heavy winds and chaos inside the portal flung unidentifiable debris in every direction. Strong wings closed tight alongside his body for protection against the volatile storm. The angel was tossed mercilessly in the void by the brutal gusts until it seemed he had fallen past the pandemonium, and was falling through a calm atmosphere. Upon this realization, he immediately opened his wings wide in an attempt to disable his rapid descent.
As he steadied himself to a calm float, as he attempted to search for any sign of life in the abysmally dark void. He felt rather vulnerable as he was currently surrounded by darkness and the only light that shown their came from his own body. Ignoring his fears, he closed his eyes in meditation and soon felt something akin to a soft caress. Eyes still closed, he broke off immediately towards the feeling. His powerful wing beats sounded softly in a dark abyss though no echo of noise was ever heard.
The angel knew that in this dimension between Heaven and Earth was where he would find the fallen angel master, Semyaza. He flew through the everlasting encompassing night that surrounded him, unsure of exactly were it was he was being lead. All he could do was follow a faint throb within him that called out to Semyaza's angelic essence.
He opened his eyes as he stopped abruptly before a large architectural structure; the only light was still the soft glow that radiated from the celestial creature. As he descended to the door, golden tresses that reflected nothing save the omnipotent darkness, fell gracefully around his shoulders and down his back.
The angel entered the small sanctuary with ease. He found himself inside a gothic chapel with arches that reached well out of his line of sight in the dimly lit building. Candles burned everywhere around him, though the wax never appeared to diminish.
"Guarded by the fire of the Cherubim, and bound in the prayer of the Seraphim..." He concluded flatly to himself, annoyance clearly laced his tone. He flinched slightly at how loud his whisper sounded within the chapel. Gazing around the small church, his eyes came to rest at the altar and he found what he had been searching for.
"Semyaza" He lightly whispered, eyes wide with amazement, and a small smile of satisfaction gracing his ethereal lips.
The same chaotic force that the angel had first encountered on his way inside this dimension surrounded the altar. The only difference was that this energy flowed in an upward movement, keeping the figure within it perpetually stationary, as fierce energy seemed to appear from the floor below him. Semyaza remained suspended upside down in the vortex, strong body bound by an unseen force.
The Seraph's six large wings were weather beaten from centuries of this confinement. His black hair tossed irreverently in the wind as anguish spread across his angular features. Only one of his eyes remained open so that he would experience his current plight as an eternal punishment.
"I fear this will be quite painful." The corporeal spirit stated in agitation as he whipped a lock of silken gold over his shoulder, marching up to the altar.
He shut his eyes as he raised his arms ceremoniously toward the bound Seraph. Slowly, the smaller angel's features contorted in concentration as he channeled all the celestial energy he could muster.
A sudden burst of light radiated off of the yellow-locked angel and effectively lit the entire chapel. In his current luminous state, the being began to chant as low as he could without the words loosing their power.
"I do invocate, conjure, and command thee, O thou Spirit Semyaza, to appear and to show thyself visibly unto me..." His voice was clear and firm and he eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as they shot open.
Upon sensing the prodigious conjuration at such a close distance, Semyaza struggled against his unseen bonds. The mighty Seraph felt a strange force that silently pleaded for his spiritual essence to be pulled from his current state of existence.
"...I do potently exorcise thee that thou appearest here to fulfill my will in all things which seem good unto me." The blonde angel continued, his voice becoming louder with each word uttered. He articulated the chant through grit teeth as an overwhelming pain ripped through his body.
The feral power that confined the Seraph on the altar began to crack as the conjuration neared its completion.
"Wherefore, come thou, visibly, peaceably, and affably, now, without delay, to manifest that which I desire, speaking with a clear and perfect voice, intelligibly, and to mine understanding!" Unexpectedly, the angel was thrust back in agony as the Seraph's prison violently gave way. Blood spilled from various gashes on the blonde's heated body caused by the emitting force as he crashed into to the marble floor of the chapel. The expelling force effectively extinguished all the candles that bound it in their light, leaving the room shrouded in a dense fog of darkness.
A figure in tattered robes rose on his powerful arms from the now destroyed altar. Coming to an imposing stance, Semyaza beat his six wings forcefully as he stood tall at the head of the chapel. He ran strong hands several times through his deep midnight hair in an attempt to tame its recklessness. His lips curved into a malicious smile, as the long forgotten sense of intoxicating freedom evoked a primordial sense of psychosis.
Knowing he could not release himself, his scarlet eyes surveyed the now dark chapel in search of his invoker. His stare narrowed on the form of an angel currently residing on the cool marble floor, surrounded by various pieces of debris.
Semyaza walked piously over to the floor stricken angel. Looking the grounded angel over, the Seraph's lips twisted into a knowing smile and recognition shown in his eyes.
Shrouded in the fresh darkness, bluish eyes gazed up through gold locks that covered the angel's now crimson streaked face as he wearily commanded, "I beseech thee: go to Earth. You are free." Large amounts of blood continued to spill from his corporeal form and taint his ethereal robes.
Honoring the bond of invocation, Semyaza answered coolly "If that is your will." With an unnaturally calm smile and burst into a flash of light before disappearing completely.
Knowing that this little incident would have attracted much unwanted attention, the bloodied angel soon followed suit.
To Be Concluded...
Oh no! there was no Tsuzuki or Hisoka in this chapter. Is that okay? Or should I get the next chapter up ASAP? Please review and tell me what you think of the story thus far.
Also, I never write a story without starting with concept art. I have illustrations and sketches of certain scenes and most of the characters in my story, if anyone is interested in viewing them, let me know. However, seeing as how I do not have a personal webpage, I am unsure of how I could get them to you. Any Suggestions?