Oh dear god it's been forever ne? Let's hope I can still get my head in evil WITHOUT the help of my beloved red wine!! Oh how cruel life is!! Now * pulls out crystal ball* where were we? Oh yes death and war enjoy. Elspeth ps be warned I've NEVER done a fight scene before -__-!
The grating scream of metal on metal, ripped through the night, echoing across the plain and on into the dark. For a moment, even the growl of the storm was drowned out by the fury of the first clash.
Heero staggered back a step, his arm numb from the jarring impact and his mind cursing himself for once again underestimating the woman. She was small but she was not human, the force of her blow attested to that.
Seeing his weakness she turned, her elbow connecting with his gut before smashing the hilt of reaper off his nose. Not quite breaking it, just washing him with a sickening pain, his vision blurring with tears for a second as he struggled to pull air back into his winded lungs.
Shaking his head, he growled through the pain, more sensing where her body was from the blow than seeing her. He had to strike and strike hard else she would gain too much the advantage early on. Grunting, he swung, his swords weight building it's momentum. As she raised her arm to block she was thrown back, her weapon smaller and unable to take the impact of the board sword.
Skidding across the dirt she felt her shoulder wrench, her fingers pain as she gripped Reaper harder, not letting the blow disarm her. Knowing to loose the sword would be death from either the angel or her father.
As they separated, circling the other, their stances changed, they'd each felt the others potential and were both guilty of over confidence. It was a mistake they'd make only once. The angel shook his head, clearing his vision, returning his icy stare to the girl, weighing her injury.
Her left shoulder hung a little heavy, but even now he could hear the stomach-churning crack as it aligned back into place.
" All better now" she raised heavy lidded eyes to meet his, watching as the bruising on his nose faded leaving no trace.
" We're alike you and I Heero, someone wounds us we heal right back up, we'll have to make this quick else we could end up dancing till the world ends" she flexed her hand, testing it's strength not expecting a reply. His only sign he'd heard her was the brief path his eyes took across her body searching for a weak spot.
He came at her left side faster than she'd expected, she managed to turn, avoiding being impaled but was forced to expose her right to him in doing so. The air was forced from her lungs as his knee slammed into her ribs, leaving her fighting for breath, and doubling over.
Unable to move her body she saw the angel raises his sword above her head, if the blade connected with her back he'd win, she'd be paralysed too long. She did the only thing she could, with a beat of leather she left the ground, his sword biting deep into the earth as Heero missed her spine.
He snarled, his hand reaching out, wrapping tightly round her slim ankle and yanking on the fragile limb viciously, trying to ground her. Hissing she beat her wings harder, the wind from them stinging his eyes as she tried to break his grip. Lashing out with her free leg she caught his collarbone, her sharp heel catching under his breastplate.
" AMA!"
He roared light exploding behind his eyes, the bone shattered. Letting go of her ankle he swung blindly in pain, the heavy metal hitting her wrist guard snapping her the delicate bones cleanly.
" Bastard" she hissed back, fire lacing up her arm. Landing and drawing the weakened wrist against her body she changed hands with her sword.
" Oh I'm sorry did that hurt little angel? Did you're life flash before your eyes?" As he breathed through the pain and adjusted his grip she crept closer, trying to keep him distracted long enough for her to heal again.
" How boring, praise god, kill, praise god some more, kill again. Killing you will probably be a mercy!!"
As she spoke she began a series of rapid slashes, some at his leg, some at the body and some at the face. Backing up, favouring his left side he managed to block all but the last. Gritting his teeth, his head was knocked to one side, the cheek stinging, suddenly warm and wet.
He turned his head back to see the succubus bringing the blade to her lips, his blood dripping off its black surface. Disgusted he watched as her pale pink tongue snaked out, licking his life fluid off the metal.
" First blood to me, and you taste to die for" she licked the remaining red mar off her lips, obviously savouring the power his blood contained, her cheeks flushing, eyes darkening, her canines tempted out into sharper points.
" I want more" pushing her dripping bangs off her face she studied him through the hellish curtain of rain. He was obviously in pain yet he barely uttered a grunt as he hefted the beast of a sword again. His eyes became hidden as the rain increased plastering the dark bangs to his head, she had now lost her edge, unable to read his eyes she was reduced to reacting instead of knowing his next move. She didn't like it, playing fair was not part of the game, and with a broken wrist and her ankle twisted she needed every dirty trick she could use.
Skipping back across the mud, using her wings to keep the weight off the injured ankle she let him for the first time take the lead.
She's wounded he thought, he saw that she was now using her wings to move, keeping her body airborne and the weight off her legs. A weakness, he parried her sword wide, catching her with the palm of his hand under her chin, snapping her head back and making her stagger. While the black spots still danced before her beautiful eyes, he reached out gripping the fragile artwork of bone and leather in his calloused hand. About to rip the appendage from her back. Freezing, feeling her wing trapped, she stepped back onto her weak ankle, hissing in pain she managed to deliver a blow to his kidneys.
Thrown to the side he left go, clutching his back where her boot had connected, the shock radiating through every muscle. As he spread his wings he saw his chance, she fell hard, the ankle giving out, sending her crashing onto her back with a gasp. Her wings bent the wrong way, pinned beneath her body, the breath again slammed out of her body as the black spots continued to invade her vision.
Looking up on her back trying to move she saw her destruction heading towards her.
" Gorgeous" she whispered, his wings were spread, soft warmth framing the hardened metal clad man. He was bearing down too fast to move, his sword held in front, it's radiance like a shooting star heading for her abdomen.
She closed her eyes, spread her arms and smiled as she felt it puncture her stomach and tear through her side, pinning her to the earth. Agony was a small word to use, her mind wrestled with her to shut down, to spare her the torture of the metal buried deep where her organs should rest.
" It's over" he whispered, head bowed he straddled the succubus, his hands resting on the hilt, a mixture of blood and rain, dripping from his bangs onto the ripped leather of her corset.
" Not quite my gorgeous angel" his cobalt eyes flew open looking down at her blank black orbs. In fascinated horror he stood as her pale thin fingers wrapped round her stake and pulled it deeper into her body.
Confused his grip tightened on the blade fighting her hold, but still the sword sunk deeper and deeper into her pale pliant body. Her rich dark red blood began to snake up to the hilt, before turning black, purple energy shimmering across it and the fallen body.
His hands burnt and blistered, he felt nauseous, unclean. Her head fell back, an inhuman scream shattering the stillness, as he and The Hand of God were physically thrown through the air, away from her body by the dark lightning threading across her form.
Heero hit the ground hard, the impact causing the earth to vibrate, his nerves raw and tingling.
" Not something I anticipated" he muttered picking himself up, ignoring the heavy bruising and raw burns covering his tanned skin.
" So be it."
The succubus stood slowly as the angel rose, sword held high above his head, eyes blazing an iridescent blue.
" You want to play with fire she demon?"
Celeste backed up, leaning heavily on Reaper, she could feel it pulse within her blood slick hands, and started to feel it drawing on her power to feed itself.
" Shit" she hissed between her gritted teeth. Her body couldn't heal because it was feeding the sword, half her stomach was trying to fall out of her skin and Heero looked far from beaten.
She shielded her eyes from the blinding light that ripped through the clouds at Heero's command. His aura seemed to pulse, channelling the power into his body, his wings crackled with static, as fire ripped up his goliath of a weapon.
The air was charged with positive and negative energy, everything was still and tense then the wave came.
Swinging the sword in a low arc, blue white flames hungrily ate up the distance towards her.
" Holy fire!!" for the first time her sleepy seductive eyes went wide in fear; the flames could purify the damned and incinerate a demon in an instant. Holding Reaper out in front of her with trembling hands, the black blade devoured the living wall of flame, sucking it deep into the empty recesses of its soul. But the price was hard on her, her limbs were growing cold, stiff and unresponsive, at the corners of her eyes shadows swam, and she was caked in her own blood.
Celeste slipped to her knees; barely feeling the thick cold mud sucking at her, she didn't understand, Reaper should not be killing her like this. Yet the thing bit deep into her palm absorbing what little blood she had left.
Swallowing, looking up at her angel, bathed in light he advanced, towering over her slender body. Smiling slightly she realised there was no mercy, no compassion in his eyes.
" As it should be I wont be killed by some harp wielding weakling, the prophecy wont come to pass"
" ENOMINE SPIRITUS SANCTI"
The light gathered in his fist before in blinding torment it wrapped round her, lifting her into the sky. Every fibre of her being suffered, her mind retreated into blackness, her hair unbound; her clothes vanished as she lost the mental control of herself.
His power tore through her veins, her pale body shinning her wings bleaching, and still the sword of Hades fed. With the last vestige of her self she screamed for the other half of herself, her voice echoing into the earth, the sky, the storm.
" SHINIGAMI!!"
Across the distance of worlds and realms, through the bond of blood her cry echoed, beating with her twin's own heart. Shinigami sat up in bed, pushing off the weakened Hilde. His heart pounding as he brought his fingers to his eyes to find blood, he was crying blood. Faint streams tracked across his skin, dripping off his chin onto the black silk of the bed.
" Celestia………." She was bleeding, dying, he felt her in his head, in his heart, in his soul. Molten silver washed across his iris, the colour draining from his skin, his anger growing more violent with every breath. Stalking to the window still naked from breaking Hilde, he gripped the aging stone tight, closing his eyes as his wings unfurled slowly from his muscled back.
He called on the night, on the dark upon every power in hell, drawing it into him to protect her. No angel, no demon would defeat him or Celeste as long as he wielded death.
" Celeste" she looked through the fire, half conscious and saw him, furious yet there
" He beat you? You let that damn angel bring you down?!"
" The sword…eats me…. if I could heal I'd be able to stand a chance" she spat back, as best she could, her body caught like a rag doll in the flames. Shins eyes fell across her, wounded, naked and crucified by heavens light and cast his glance back down at the angel, as surprised as she had been by him.
Cursing his father, he agreed with Celeste, he should have been sent to fight; she was too fragile, unsuited for the sweat of war and unprepared. Tracing her icy cheek his eyes softened seeing her in this abused state. She was a lover not a fighter; the angel was a professional, what the hell was Hades thinking. Running his finger over Reaper He hissed, feeling it try to latch onto fresh sustenance.
" Alright my dear Celestia but you OWE me for this baby" moulding his body against hers, still unseen by the Tatakai no Tenshi he pressed his lips to her cold ones. Warming her body, sharing his essence with her, giving her the strength to live. Power rushed back through her body eating up the holy fire, extinguishing it and soothing. Her brother's arms tight round her holding her up, till she had the strength to hold herself air bourn.
All Heero could see below was the succubus suddenly wrapped in darkness, her wounds started to seal, the light fading as the night seeped back into her body, leather wrapping back over her limbs.
" HOW?!"
Shinigami wrapped his arms round her from behind, the storm stilling almost so she could hear as his lips brushed her tender ear.
" Use me, make him pay, I'm yours my dear little princess"
Violet fire opened as she landed in front of the angel, a dark look on her face, all games forgotten. Reaper dissolved from her hands; in its place something else took shape, a scythe.
" Shinigami" Heero growled, she'd used her brother's powers, he'd fought the succubus but he could not defeat both. Chocking on his own blood, he let the hand of god slip from his grasp. The scythe of death buried deep into his chest catching the edge off his heart and carrying on deep into the wing.
The wind spiralled the severed feathers round the two in a thick cloud of downy midnight as he blindly grabbed at her. Tearing loose a hand full of her hair, the chestnut strands also torn away by the howling gale.
Pulling loose the blade she watched him fall through crystal eyes, frozen and emotionless. Burying her fingers deep into his soft dark hair she whispered in his ear
" Et tu Diablo fi terra" before sinking her fangs deep into his warm neck, drinking deep of him. Sucking the life from his broken body. As he struggled, fighting for life she sunk her talons deep into his wings pulling him closer to her, ready to deliver the final blow to end it.
" You will not win," he whispered, his limbs turning to water, his lips blue.
" We already have tenshi, welcome to hell" she drew him into her arms, almost an embrace ready to break his neck, yet something held her back. She didn't know where the thoughts came from. It was that small voice that had spoken to her as she had stood awaiting Heero. Something, someone made her stop.
" No…I'm not done with you yet tenshi, no where near done"
They melted into the shadows, her mission half done as Shinigami turned back away from his window returning to his bed.
" You're on ya own now baby, I wont forget the debt" he smiled, thinking how to make his sister pay for his aid.
Deep in the desert, where the ground still gleamed red with blood, another angel stood. A violent clash to the landscape in his brilliance, he raised his wide blue eyes to the sky. Smiling up at the stars, as the clouds ebbed he jerked something from the air as it blew past his face, twisting slightly on the breeze. Opening his hand there lay a coal black feather in his palm, bound tight in strands of chestnut silk.
" Yes…" turning his gaze to where the two warriors had disappeared he nodded, satisfied.
" Yes they'll do perfectly" spreading snow-white wings he leapt into the sky, soaring on the storms after current, he had much to do.
(Don't howl if you are 1x2 fans so am I but I have a few twists before we get there bare with me ^_^)
The grating scream of metal on metal, ripped through the night, echoing across the plain and on into the dark. For a moment, even the growl of the storm was drowned out by the fury of the first clash.
Heero staggered back a step, his arm numb from the jarring impact and his mind cursing himself for once again underestimating the woman. She was small but she was not human, the force of her blow attested to that.
Seeing his weakness she turned, her elbow connecting with his gut before smashing the hilt of reaper off his nose. Not quite breaking it, just washing him with a sickening pain, his vision blurring with tears for a second as he struggled to pull air back into his winded lungs.
Shaking his head, he growled through the pain, more sensing where her body was from the blow than seeing her. He had to strike and strike hard else she would gain too much the advantage early on. Grunting, he swung, his swords weight building it's momentum. As she raised her arm to block she was thrown back, her weapon smaller and unable to take the impact of the board sword.
Skidding across the dirt she felt her shoulder wrench, her fingers pain as she gripped Reaper harder, not letting the blow disarm her. Knowing to loose the sword would be death from either the angel or her father.
As they separated, circling the other, their stances changed, they'd each felt the others potential and were both guilty of over confidence. It was a mistake they'd make only once. The angel shook his head, clearing his vision, returning his icy stare to the girl, weighing her injury.
Her left shoulder hung a little heavy, but even now he could hear the stomach-churning crack as it aligned back into place.
" All better now" she raised heavy lidded eyes to meet his, watching as the bruising on his nose faded leaving no trace.
" We're alike you and I Heero, someone wounds us we heal right back up, we'll have to make this quick else we could end up dancing till the world ends" she flexed her hand, testing it's strength not expecting a reply. His only sign he'd heard her was the brief path his eyes took across her body searching for a weak spot.
He came at her left side faster than she'd expected, she managed to turn, avoiding being impaled but was forced to expose her right to him in doing so. The air was forced from her lungs as his knee slammed into her ribs, leaving her fighting for breath, and doubling over.
Unable to move her body she saw the angel raises his sword above her head, if the blade connected with her back he'd win, she'd be paralysed too long. She did the only thing she could, with a beat of leather she left the ground, his sword biting deep into the earth as Heero missed her spine.
He snarled, his hand reaching out, wrapping tightly round her slim ankle and yanking on the fragile limb viciously, trying to ground her. Hissing she beat her wings harder, the wind from them stinging his eyes as she tried to break his grip. Lashing out with her free leg she caught his collarbone, her sharp heel catching under his breastplate.
" AMA!"
He roared light exploding behind his eyes, the bone shattered. Letting go of her ankle he swung blindly in pain, the heavy metal hitting her wrist guard snapping her the delicate bones cleanly.
" Bastard" she hissed back, fire lacing up her arm. Landing and drawing the weakened wrist against her body she changed hands with her sword.
" Oh I'm sorry did that hurt little angel? Did you're life flash before your eyes?" As he breathed through the pain and adjusted his grip she crept closer, trying to keep him distracted long enough for her to heal again.
" How boring, praise god, kill, praise god some more, kill again. Killing you will probably be a mercy!!"
As she spoke she began a series of rapid slashes, some at his leg, some at the body and some at the face. Backing up, favouring his left side he managed to block all but the last. Gritting his teeth, his head was knocked to one side, the cheek stinging, suddenly warm and wet.
He turned his head back to see the succubus bringing the blade to her lips, his blood dripping off its black surface. Disgusted he watched as her pale pink tongue snaked out, licking his life fluid off the metal.
" First blood to me, and you taste to die for" she licked the remaining red mar off her lips, obviously savouring the power his blood contained, her cheeks flushing, eyes darkening, her canines tempted out into sharper points.
" I want more" pushing her dripping bangs off her face she studied him through the hellish curtain of rain. He was obviously in pain yet he barely uttered a grunt as he hefted the beast of a sword again. His eyes became hidden as the rain increased plastering the dark bangs to his head, she had now lost her edge, unable to read his eyes she was reduced to reacting instead of knowing his next move. She didn't like it, playing fair was not part of the game, and with a broken wrist and her ankle twisted she needed every dirty trick she could use.
Skipping back across the mud, using her wings to keep the weight off the injured ankle she let him for the first time take the lead.
She's wounded he thought, he saw that she was now using her wings to move, keeping her body airborne and the weight off her legs. A weakness, he parried her sword wide, catching her with the palm of his hand under her chin, snapping her head back and making her stagger. While the black spots still danced before her beautiful eyes, he reached out gripping the fragile artwork of bone and leather in his calloused hand. About to rip the appendage from her back. Freezing, feeling her wing trapped, she stepped back onto her weak ankle, hissing in pain she managed to deliver a blow to his kidneys.
Thrown to the side he left go, clutching his back where her boot had connected, the shock radiating through every muscle. As he spread his wings he saw his chance, she fell hard, the ankle giving out, sending her crashing onto her back with a gasp. Her wings bent the wrong way, pinned beneath her body, the breath again slammed out of her body as the black spots continued to invade her vision.
Looking up on her back trying to move she saw her destruction heading towards her.
" Gorgeous" she whispered, his wings were spread, soft warmth framing the hardened metal clad man. He was bearing down too fast to move, his sword held in front, it's radiance like a shooting star heading for her abdomen.
She closed her eyes, spread her arms and smiled as she felt it puncture her stomach and tear through her side, pinning her to the earth. Agony was a small word to use, her mind wrestled with her to shut down, to spare her the torture of the metal buried deep where her organs should rest.
" It's over" he whispered, head bowed he straddled the succubus, his hands resting on the hilt, a mixture of blood and rain, dripping from his bangs onto the ripped leather of her corset.
" Not quite my gorgeous angel" his cobalt eyes flew open looking down at her blank black orbs. In fascinated horror he stood as her pale thin fingers wrapped round her stake and pulled it deeper into her body.
Confused his grip tightened on the blade fighting her hold, but still the sword sunk deeper and deeper into her pale pliant body. Her rich dark red blood began to snake up to the hilt, before turning black, purple energy shimmering across it and the fallen body.
His hands burnt and blistered, he felt nauseous, unclean. Her head fell back, an inhuman scream shattering the stillness, as he and The Hand of God were physically thrown through the air, away from her body by the dark lightning threading across her form.
Heero hit the ground hard, the impact causing the earth to vibrate, his nerves raw and tingling.
" Not something I anticipated" he muttered picking himself up, ignoring the heavy bruising and raw burns covering his tanned skin.
" So be it."
The succubus stood slowly as the angel rose, sword held high above his head, eyes blazing an iridescent blue.
" You want to play with fire she demon?"
Celeste backed up, leaning heavily on Reaper, she could feel it pulse within her blood slick hands, and started to feel it drawing on her power to feed itself.
" Shit" she hissed between her gritted teeth. Her body couldn't heal because it was feeding the sword, half her stomach was trying to fall out of her skin and Heero looked far from beaten.
She shielded her eyes from the blinding light that ripped through the clouds at Heero's command. His aura seemed to pulse, channelling the power into his body, his wings crackled with static, as fire ripped up his goliath of a weapon.
The air was charged with positive and negative energy, everything was still and tense then the wave came.
Swinging the sword in a low arc, blue white flames hungrily ate up the distance towards her.
" Holy fire!!" for the first time her sleepy seductive eyes went wide in fear; the flames could purify the damned and incinerate a demon in an instant. Holding Reaper out in front of her with trembling hands, the black blade devoured the living wall of flame, sucking it deep into the empty recesses of its soul. But the price was hard on her, her limbs were growing cold, stiff and unresponsive, at the corners of her eyes shadows swam, and she was caked in her own blood.
Celeste slipped to her knees; barely feeling the thick cold mud sucking at her, she didn't understand, Reaper should not be killing her like this. Yet the thing bit deep into her palm absorbing what little blood she had left.
Swallowing, looking up at her angel, bathed in light he advanced, towering over her slender body. Smiling slightly she realised there was no mercy, no compassion in his eyes.
" As it should be I wont be killed by some harp wielding weakling, the prophecy wont come to pass"
" ENOMINE SPIRITUS SANCTI"
The light gathered in his fist before in blinding torment it wrapped round her, lifting her into the sky. Every fibre of her being suffered, her mind retreated into blackness, her hair unbound; her clothes vanished as she lost the mental control of herself.
His power tore through her veins, her pale body shinning her wings bleaching, and still the sword of Hades fed. With the last vestige of her self she screamed for the other half of herself, her voice echoing into the earth, the sky, the storm.
" SHINIGAMI!!"
Across the distance of worlds and realms, through the bond of blood her cry echoed, beating with her twin's own heart. Shinigami sat up in bed, pushing off the weakened Hilde. His heart pounding as he brought his fingers to his eyes to find blood, he was crying blood. Faint streams tracked across his skin, dripping off his chin onto the black silk of the bed.
" Celestia………." She was bleeding, dying, he felt her in his head, in his heart, in his soul. Molten silver washed across his iris, the colour draining from his skin, his anger growing more violent with every breath. Stalking to the window still naked from breaking Hilde, he gripped the aging stone tight, closing his eyes as his wings unfurled slowly from his muscled back.
He called on the night, on the dark upon every power in hell, drawing it into him to protect her. No angel, no demon would defeat him or Celeste as long as he wielded death.
" Celeste" she looked through the fire, half conscious and saw him, furious yet there
" He beat you? You let that damn angel bring you down?!"
" The sword…eats me…. if I could heal I'd be able to stand a chance" she spat back, as best she could, her body caught like a rag doll in the flames. Shins eyes fell across her, wounded, naked and crucified by heavens light and cast his glance back down at the angel, as surprised as she had been by him.
Cursing his father, he agreed with Celeste, he should have been sent to fight; she was too fragile, unsuited for the sweat of war and unprepared. Tracing her icy cheek his eyes softened seeing her in this abused state. She was a lover not a fighter; the angel was a professional, what the hell was Hades thinking. Running his finger over Reaper He hissed, feeling it try to latch onto fresh sustenance.
" Alright my dear Celestia but you OWE me for this baby" moulding his body against hers, still unseen by the Tatakai no Tenshi he pressed his lips to her cold ones. Warming her body, sharing his essence with her, giving her the strength to live. Power rushed back through her body eating up the holy fire, extinguishing it and soothing. Her brother's arms tight round her holding her up, till she had the strength to hold herself air bourn.
All Heero could see below was the succubus suddenly wrapped in darkness, her wounds started to seal, the light fading as the night seeped back into her body, leather wrapping back over her limbs.
" HOW?!"
Shinigami wrapped his arms round her from behind, the storm stilling almost so she could hear as his lips brushed her tender ear.
" Use me, make him pay, I'm yours my dear little princess"
Violet fire opened as she landed in front of the angel, a dark look on her face, all games forgotten. Reaper dissolved from her hands; in its place something else took shape, a scythe.
" Shinigami" Heero growled, she'd used her brother's powers, he'd fought the succubus but he could not defeat both. Chocking on his own blood, he let the hand of god slip from his grasp. The scythe of death buried deep into his chest catching the edge off his heart and carrying on deep into the wing.
The wind spiralled the severed feathers round the two in a thick cloud of downy midnight as he blindly grabbed at her. Tearing loose a hand full of her hair, the chestnut strands also torn away by the howling gale.
Pulling loose the blade she watched him fall through crystal eyes, frozen and emotionless. Burying her fingers deep into his soft dark hair she whispered in his ear
" Et tu Diablo fi terra" before sinking her fangs deep into his warm neck, drinking deep of him. Sucking the life from his broken body. As he struggled, fighting for life she sunk her talons deep into his wings pulling him closer to her, ready to deliver the final blow to end it.
" You will not win," he whispered, his limbs turning to water, his lips blue.
" We already have tenshi, welcome to hell" she drew him into her arms, almost an embrace ready to break his neck, yet something held her back. She didn't know where the thoughts came from. It was that small voice that had spoken to her as she had stood awaiting Heero. Something, someone made her stop.
" No…I'm not done with you yet tenshi, no where near done"
They melted into the shadows, her mission half done as Shinigami turned back away from his window returning to his bed.
" You're on ya own now baby, I wont forget the debt" he smiled, thinking how to make his sister pay for his aid.
Deep in the desert, where the ground still gleamed red with blood, another angel stood. A violent clash to the landscape in his brilliance, he raised his wide blue eyes to the sky. Smiling up at the stars, as the clouds ebbed he jerked something from the air as it blew past his face, twisting slightly on the breeze. Opening his hand there lay a coal black feather in his palm, bound tight in strands of chestnut silk.
" Yes…" turning his gaze to where the two warriors had disappeared he nodded, satisfied.
" Yes they'll do perfectly" spreading snow-white wings he leapt into the sky, soaring on the storms after current, he had much to do.
(Don't howl if you are 1x2 fans so am I but I have a few twists before we get there bare with me ^_^)
