Serpent Holes, in all honesty, it's hard to really say exactly what these things were. Whatever they were, was something neither demonic or angelic in nature, just … something else, something outside of reality all together. Some say they are leftovers, part of "Old Creation", whose ashes the present one was built over. Course that was just a rumor; no one, not High Lord or Heaven, nor the Dark Rulers of Hell — not even the Makers themselves seemed to know their true origin, only that these ancient pathways seemed to worm their ways throughout every corner of Creation.
Regardless of their rumor shrouded origin, if Noah was to be honest; he never felt right about staring — let alone using the mysterious Serpent Holes. Maybe it was because they were just so "old", but he'd always found there was "off" about them. When it grabbed hold of him, pulled him in, it seemed to cling to him, wanting to hold him forever and refused to release him without a fight; and when he wrestled free, it felt as though it had taken something from him, a piece of himself that would never return. Worse, it always felt as if something was watching him when he stepped into them.
He sincerely doubted he was the only one to feel this way about them as well.
Regardless, entering the Serpent Hole, moving from one part of Creation to another… and stared ahead, his attention quickly turning to a sight he was both painfully familiar and scarcely associated with.
"Fucking knew it…"
This place; it's written in religion, explained in his teachings and seemingly imprinted in humanity itself like some kind of genetic memory; this world was created by the Dark Makers, those who had aligned themselves with hell itself so long ago during Creation more Primitive Eons. Over the centuries, they gave this place a few thousand names; The Second Kingdom, The Dark Realm, Inferno, the Pit, the Netherworld, the Underworld, the Demon Realm, the Nine Circles, the Burning Hells where just to name a few… but of all its names Noah chose to referred to it as, was Hell.
"Somehow, somehow I just knew we'd be coming here." Noah thought aloud as he stared ahead, looking at the mammoth stronghold that stood of him.
"Welcome to Hell." Asmodia smirked at the human. "We are at the Shadow's Edge, the dominion ruled by my father, Samael." Asmodia stated as she gestured around. "You may call it an outpost if you will, one far beyond the infernal gates of Hell." Asmodia stated as she gestured to the stronghold resting so far away. "And that." She gestured to the stronghold in the distance. "And that is the Black Stone Keep, the seat of my father's power." She lowered her arm before turning her back to the hunter. "Shall we? He's waiting for us after all."
"Right." Noah muttered as he followed after the demoness while still looking around. "I'm surprised."
"About?"
"Your father still being here." Noah stated. "I would have expected him to have settled somewhere on Earth, not stay here at home."
"Oh he intends to move soon." The demoness stated. "As we speak, my father's Right Hand is overseeing the construction of his new fortress on Earth. As soon as it is done father will settle in and direct his forces from there instead of here in the Black Stone."
"That so?" Noah muttered as he looked to the side, noticing several demons loyal to Samael just skulking about, seemingly watching him and waiting for a reason to remove him. "How long will it take for Samael's new fortress to be finished?"
"Worried about having my father settle upon your world?" Asmodia asked with that same smirk. "You have time, at most a few months, but of course if the Chronospheres were used…"
"A few short seconds." Noah grumbled. "Move time forward to have production sped up, or go back and have them start it earlier." He ran a hand through his hair. "Sounds like a sim game's Instant Finish token."
"When you put it that way, it does, doesn't it?" Asmodia agreed. "Oh course father isn't that impatient in getting it finished, so don't worry too much."
"Well, I'm still gonna worry." The teen muttered. "I haven't heard anything from the Demon Lords popping up back home, so I'm a bit concerned as to where they are and how much time my people have to get ready." Asmodia kept that smirk on her face.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about them too much." The demoness stood before the fortress as a pair of demons pushed the doors open for her. "If there's one thing I've learned about you human's it's that you don't go down without a fight." She stated as she walks forward heading towards another set of doors. "That's what makes you so entertaining." Noah rolled his eyes.
"I'm so happy to know we're entertainment for you."
"Well you're more entertaining than the angels anyway." The demoness stated as she looked to the next pair of doors that were resting before her and pushed them open herself.
On the other side of those great doors there he was; the Lord of Black Stone himself. "Ah~" Samael began as he lowered a cup of red liquid in one hand and a fist on his chin. Looking at the pair he gave them a smile, one only a devil of nobility could pull off. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd arrive." Asmodia took a knee. "Asmodia."
"Father." She responded. "The Hunter Noah, as requested."
"So this is the young Hunter." Samael muttered as Asmodia got to her feet and left the chamber, leaving both the Blood Prince and the hunter alone. "I've heard much about you."
"You know, I would be flattered by that." Noah admitted. "But you're —quite literally— the Devil, and my father taught me to never draw the Devil's attention."
"Wise words to live by." The Lord of Black Stone stated as he started to slouch in his throne; nd yet as he did, his eyes never left the young hunter. "So, you are the one who scarred my daughter all those years ago."
"If I say yes, are you going to try and kill me?"
"Now Noah, if I wanted you dead, I would have sucked the marrow from your bones by now."
"I don't feel that's an empty threat." Noah muttered. It likely wasn't. Though he had never met the Red Wanderer until this day, he knew of his abilities. The Lord of Black Stone wasn't just a Lord of Hell, he made up the "Big Two"; in the thousand of Eons he had been alive, he was the only one to rival The Betrayer in both physical and magical might. "So if I'm not here for you to kill me, what am I here for?"
"Straight to business." Samael leaned back in his seat. "I like that." The Demon Lord stated as he took another drink from his cup. "I take it Chayyliel is well?"
Noah fell silent for a moment. "Should I know who that is?" The teen asked.
"Hunter, you did assist her not long ago, did you not?" Samael lowered his now empty cup as he stared at the teen.
"You've been watching me." Noah muttered. "Why?"
"I have my reasons, Hunter."
"Reason's you don't intend to share." Noah remarked and Samael kept that smirk upon his face.
"My reasons are mine and mine alone." The Lord of Black Stone stated as he leaned forward slightly.
"I know." Noah grumbled before crossing his arms. "Regardless… you summoned me, what can I do for you?"
"I trust you know of the Vincere Sacramentum?" Noah raised an eyebrow.
"The Conqueror's Oath." Noah repeated the name under his breath. "Yeah I heard of it. It's an ancient and rarely employed ritual; one almost as old as the fabled Death Oath - Nex Sacramentum." Noah uncrossed his arm making a gesture with it as he continued. "Only those recognized by the upper echelons of Heaven and Hell by possessing sufficient power and authority can invoke it." Noah paused. "Although in ancient times, human kings have invoked it on Earth." He added as an afterthought. "The challenger would declare battlerights; the arena, and if accepted the ritual would begin." He paused again, searching his memories for whatever else he could remember. "When it has begun, it can take the form of single combat, A king vs a king or a champion vs a champion to represent them in battle. In the former's case, it is a direct confrontation of one ruler's power against another's. The breach of the rule of the rite, asking for outside help, usually resulted in the execution of the offender by others not involved in that Conqueror's Oath." Noah took a breath. "It ends when one falls or surrenders, with the victor choosing to either terminate or spare their opponent." He paused to take a breath. "In the latters case, the loser lives with the weight of their humiliation. Meanwhile, the victor has the right to absorb all the loser's properties, along with the military assets, or destroy them." Noah paused again. "As well as destroy the loser's name and wipe their records from recorded history, which would theoretically eliminate any chance for the loser to leave some form of legacy to the rest of the Creation." Noah took a breath.
"Good." Samael muttered. "You know the Old Laws."
"I'm still surprised you guys have so many." Noah stated with an eye roll. "When you read the old fables, you do not expect Hell to have 'rules' everyone abides by."
"You have the Charred Council to thank for that."
"The Charred Council." Noah muttered. "I don't know who that is."
"Ah~" Samael breathed out. "You were unaware… that is disappointing." He paused. "But of little consequence right now." Samael stated. "A Baron of Hells has declared the Conqueror's Oath." Noah blinked at the Red Wanderer's words.
"Wait are you serious?" The teen asked. "Who the fuck - dude, armageddon is going on, Heaven and Hell are duking it out." Noah made a gesture with both hands. "What Demon Lord has the time to declare Vincere Sacramentum?"
"My thoughts exactly." Samael stated as he leaned back in his seat, a light frown crossing his face as he did so. "The one inquisition is a duke of hell known as Velgroth." "The Lord of Black Stone admitted. "As of late, the Dark Prince has assisted the rise of a new Lord. One he has entrusted to lead his army in the Endwar and lay waste to Heaven." Samael admitted as he pulled himself from his seat, his tail dragging along the steps of this throne as he stepped forward. Walking down the path he circled Noah, watching him much like a wolf would skulking prey. And in all honesty that was what Noah felt like at the moment. "Velgrowth has declared the Oath, one King vs another so that he might crush this upstart before he may be forced to serve the unworthy."
"Well, that makes sense, but what's it all got to do with me?"
"Noah~ aren't you wondering who may stand at the forefront of the Endwar?" The Red Wanderer asked with a smirk. "The Conqueror's Oath has been set to be a grand spectacle, all the Lords of Hell will attend, Even I will bare witness, as shall the Dark Prince himself." Samael stated. "You shall accompany me, bare witness to the battle and then you will be on your way."
"That's it?" Noah asked as he raised an eyebrow. "You called to see me, so I might bear witness to a… duel between lords?" Noak muttered. "That doesn't sound right to me." He admitted. "Theres no way you would call on a human just to give them a VIP seat at watching a fight… unless it benefit you some way." He narrowed his eyes. "What… are you planning, Samael?"
"Noah, my plans are my own." Samael stated as he stood in front of Nosh towering over the human as they locked eyes. Samael saw no fear in those feral eyes. The Hunter knew he was outnumbered, he knew he could be overpowered in an instant… but he showed no fear. "I see why my daughter likes you." The Lord of Black Stone stated as he turned away, heading back to his throne. "I want you to see what will come. That is all you need to know, for now."
"I can't." Noah muttered. "I'm human, Blood Prince. I go to this… contest the rest of Hell will be on me like piranha." He stated.
"That is nothing to worry about." Samael stated as he returned to his throne. "You will not be the only human in Hell after all."
"Excuse me?" Noah narrowed his eyes and Samael just gave him that haunting smirk. "What…" Noah stopped talking, already knowing the answer even without it being said. In his mind he saw human slaves, and cultists; those that stood opposite the Hunters, and beside the Demon Masters. Course they would be down here. Well they would be down here, or serving their dark Lords on Earth somewhere. "Fine." Noah said after a while. "I'll accompany you." He muttered.
"Good." samael stated. "Go inform my daughter, she will be quite happy to know you are coming with us."
Noah just turned on his heels as he started walking off pushing those two double doors open only for them to close behind him.
"So, that's Noah." A figure muttered walking out of the lava that surrounded the Lord of Black Stone's throne. The demoness had nearly as many titles as his own; the Demon Queen, the Mother of Monsters, Creation's Most Exquisite Lie… "The one our daughter seems to have taken an interest in."
"It appears so Lilith." She sat at the edge of Samael's throne, resting herself on one of the armrests.
"He's not what I was expecting."
"Indeed." Samael stated. "But, he will do nicely." The Lord of Black Stone stated with a smile.
Earth
New York, United States
Vivienne froze as she touched her head and stopped running, her attention seeming to drift elsewhere as she did as Lenore looked back at her. "V?" Lenore muttered as she looked at her sister. "What's wrong? We're almost at the Post Office." She reminded her sister as she saw her continue to stare into oblivion. "V?" She called out again.. Vivienne finally looked in her direction, seemingly pulled from her thoughts as she shook her head.
"Sorry. "Vivienne muttered. "Zoned out for a bit." She admitted.
"What's going on?" Vivienne fell silent for a moment as she seemed to drift away again.
"I can't feel Noah's presence anymore." Lenore felt her heart sink at the words and her sister could tell.
"You mean he's?"
"No, it's not like that. He's not dead." Vivienne reassured her youngest sister. "I'd know if he was dead." She grumbled before looking back at her sister. "It's just… he's gone into the Void."
"The Void?"
"It's uh… it's like…" Vivienne paused as she tried making sense to her younger sister. "There's like a fence in our head. It keeps us from fully crossing over into the other's mind." Vivienne tried to explain. "He exists on one side of it and I exist on the other." She paused for a minute. The further apart we are, the further apart we get from that fence and it takes more effort to hear each other." Vivienne muttered. "If he gets to far I can't hear him - I can't see him i can't feel his presence…" Vivienne stressed. "That's the Void a place where our minds can't connect with each other."
"Oh…" Lenore wasn't sure what to say. Despite Vivienne's attempts she didn't quite understand what this Void was. But she was kind of getting that it was a distance thing of sorts. "Like a… like when your trying to call someone and they're underground and the reception disappears?"
"Kinda yeah," Vivienne muttered. "I don't know what's going on but suddenly he's way too far for me to get in touch with him." She stated. "But he's not dead, I know he's not. I'd feel him dying…" She whispered as she shook her head as she looked at her sister. "He'll be fine." She wasn't sure which of them she was trying to reassure. "Soon as he gets back from the Void I'll feel him and ask him what happened." She promised. "In the meantime…"
"Lets get to Nomad and the others." Lenore whispered as she nodded her head, as they started to move again. Stopping only when they felt the earth tremble slightly. "Huh?"
"What the hell was that?" Vivienne crouched putting a hand on the ground before frowning.
"What is it?"
"Something big is headed this way." Vivienne stated with a frown before looking to her sister.. "We need to hide, like, right now!" She ordered as they both made towards one of the buildings as the tremors just grew louder, and with it old car alarms started to go off only being silenced when a mammoth foot descended upon them.
"What is that?" Lenore asked as Vivienne narrowed her eyes as the creature walked past.
"Trouble." Vivienne whispered as she grabbed her blade before releasing it. "We need to get to Nomad, right now."
"V?"
"Come on."
The Dark Kingdom
Black Stone Keep
- 'Garden'
Asmodia smirked as she threw a blackened femur bone, watching as her hellhound raced after it before coming back with it. Tail wagging playfully as she reached for it and started to wrestle it from its fanged maw. She threw it again, and again her hellhound raced after it as her attention turning to the world beyond her little garden of dead and charred trees. Stepps caught her attention. "So." She muttered, turning her head as she looked to see Noah walking up to her. "I take it, father told you."
"Yeah, I'll be going with you to see a contest between two Lords." Noah stated as he put a hand on his hip. "And I still don't know why your old man wants me there."
"He has his reasons." Asmodia stated as she watched her hellhound return with the bone as she patted its head.
"Asmodia…" Asmodia glanced at the hunter.
"What?"
"What is really going on? Who is the Charred Council, and why are two Lords fighting at a time like this?" Asmodia glanced away from the teen. "You're a princess of hell, daughter of the Blood Prince himself." Noah began. "You're bound to know something."
"And I do know 'something'." She admitted as she looked back at Noah and gave him a smirk that was just like her father's, only hers was better looking in his opinion. "Do you wish to know?"
"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"True." Asmodia stated as she threw the bone once more to have her hellhound chase after it. "If you truly wish to know though, you should see it with your own eyes." She stated as she started walking off. Noah frowned as he grabbed her arm and pulled her close, spinning her around he did and placed a hand on her hips. Feral eyes locked upon demonic ones and Asmodia just smiled. "OOH~ how bold of you."
"What is going on Asmodia?"
"Hell is always in conflict." Was Asmodia's response as she raised her hand to Noah's chest and let her fingers dance across it. "You know that, If the lords are not fighting amongst themselves the gutter rats are trying to rise up and bring them to their knees." She paused as she let her fingers reach for his cowl, noticing the crossblade he had underneath. "Never have they been under a single banner." She stated as she messed with his necklace. "Even during these trying times, we are not united, rather, it's a race to see which lord will find territory on earth first, and who will slaughter the most angels." She continued. "And once it's all over we will turn on ourselves to see who will have it all." She tugged on the necklace and turned it over in her fingers. "I don't want the upstart to win, neither does my father, nor do any of the Lords of Hell." She smirked. "During the contest, you will see why and in doing so you may learn a bit of truth." She stated as she let his necklace hit his chest as she let it go and stepped away. "That's all I'll say on that matter." She paused for a moment. "For now anyway." She stated as she started walking forward. "I suggest you get ready, we will depart for the Battlegrounds very soon."
Earth
London, England
Her world was nothing but death and blood. The old streets taken by the Hellgrowth stretched for miles at a time, seemingly reaching for an untouchable horizon. Littering them were the empty cars and the abandoned bicycles, the shards of broken glass and old brick.
It hurt her to see her home this way. The streets she would travel, the shops she would visit; all it was broken, desolate, overtaken by demonic corruption and overrun. It hurt her, but she pushed those pained thoughts back, moved them towards the dark corners of her mind so she could focus on the task at hand.
Galahad; she forced herself to move, to swing her claymore as she felt what rested at it's sharpened end. The cutting of skin, the tearing of muscle, the spilling of blood, the scraping of bone. She felt all of it, and continued to feel it as she swung her blade again and again through demon ranks.
On a subconscious level she acknowledged her claymore was growing fat. Drenched in both infernal meat and boiling blood the weapon started to stink; a visible, choking odor leaving it as the old runes started to cook what rested across it, seemingly baking them both into enchanted steel.
It smelled terrible.
'But don't you love it?'
Something asked her, poking into her mind with a voice as seductive as a lover's cherish.
'You love this.'
This feeling welling up in her chest... She grabbed one of her Autoguns and opened fire.
'The spilling of blood and flesh.'
She ran her heel so hard into a demon's mouth she broke their teeth in.
'The flame's heat and spilling organs.'
Her sword tore a demon in two, throwing one half into the far streets.
Listening to one's final cries… staring into their clouding eyes.
She gasped for breath, blood staining her armor in uneven patterns, both blade and autogun smoking at her sides. She sounded like a rabid, horny dog. Part of her wished to hear more, feel more, tear off her armor and charge the horde in all her glory, feel their weapons dig into her their, feel their claws rake across her back, feel their blood cherish her skin as she cut them down.
"This is who you really are."
"GALAHAD! A voice pierces through the red haze that was clouding her mind, consuming her and attempting to drown her beneath her own suppressed bloodlust. As she came back she found her blade risen, poised to stab downward at a fallen demon. The wounds, they told her she had stabbed over ten times by now, carving it up like a thanksgiving turkey.
Around her was nothing but death, men and demons as far as the eye could see. She stood between them like she was at the eye of a murderous storm, all the spilt blood seemingly converging on her and her alone.
Galahad looked at her blade and found it shaking.
She let it go, and found her arms were shaking.
She clasped them as if in prayer before clenching her helmet, staining it in sanguine red.
Galahad screamed, by the Creator did she scream. Anger, resentment, sorrow, madness, and joy echoing throughout the streets, seemingly threatening to shatter windows and set off old car alarms.
Steps approached her but she ignored them in favor of continuing to scream. "Galahad, Galahad!" They called out before kneeling next to her. "ALEXANDRIA!"
Hearing that voice again caused her to stop, seemingly staring off in the distance before slowly turning her head.
"Winston?" She whispered and the Knight took off his helmet. "I… I didn't mean to - I."
"It's ok." He told her, setting his helmet on the ground next to them. "I know that the fury is hard to fight sometimes." He told her. "But you came out of it, that's all that matters."
"I killed our men." She whispered.
"No." Winston muttered as he looked around staring down the street that he had come from. "You ran off alone, cutting down everything in your path." He told her. "But you didn't turn your blade on our own." He looked to the dead. "These men, look at them, they were already dead when you reached this place." He looked back to his bloody counterpart. "They didn't fall by your hand." He told her as she stared downward at her hands. "Alexandria?"
"This time…" She whispered. "You said I didn't hurt anyone… but what about next time?" She asked. "I am afraid." She told him. "I'm afraid of losing myself, of drowning in this horrid bliss."
"Alexandria…"
"It feels so good Jason, too good. The fury's embrace, I don't think I can stop it taking over."
"You carry the Fury just as your mother does." Jason told her. "And like her you will not succumb to its horrid bliss." Jason told her before getting to his feet, putting his helmet on and extending his hand. "Come on, we need to get back to the others. We spend too much time out here and the Demons will overwhelm us."
"Right." She breathed in silence, trying to collect herself. When she did, she became Galahad of the Round Table once more, pushing the scared little girl back into her subconscious. "Let's go." She grabbed her weapons and headed back down the streets.
"Are you going to be ok?"
"No." She muttered. "I'll never be ok…"
New York, United States
They made it.
That was the thought that ran through Vivienne's mind as she and her sister ran up to the fence that was protecting the James Farley Post Office and looked around. "Hey! Hey!" She called out to get someone's attention as she waved her arm.
Lenore whistled, and that seemed to do the trick. Catching the Hunter's attention as they came over. "Hunter Austin, it's good to see you."
"Vivienne, Lenore?" Austin muttered as he looked at the two before smiling in relief. "It's really you two. I'm glad you're ok." He stated as he opened the fence so they could get in. "Nomad said that you were coming, but…" Austin paused as he looked at theduo. "He said Noah was with you, where is he?" Lenore looked at Vivienne as she shook her head.
"I don't know." She admitted as she shook her head. "He headed off on his own, and I haven't heard from him in a while." She admitted. "He is alive though." She admitted as she took a breath. "I just don't know where he'd disappeared to.' She shook her head again. "But that doesn't matter, I need to talk to Nomad." Austin just nodded his head as he lead the two inside.
I'll take you straight to him, afterwards I'll show you around."
"Thank you." Lenore whispered as she and her older sister looked around and saw the huntress that were gathers. Lenore sighed in relief as she counted them.
Their numbers weren't in the hundreds, but roughly 30 hunters was better than nothing. Austin led them to where Nomad was and the older hunter glanced in their direction before returning to his map, stopped and then looked back at the trio before getting to his feet.
Nomad is a big man, well built and his hair's short. He released a tight smile as he looked at the two girls. "Vivienne, Lenore. It's good to see you." He said as he looked around. "Where's -"
"Noah's gonna be delayed for a bit." Vivienne stated. "Meanwhile he has a message he wants me to pass on." She stated as she looked to her younger sister and took a breath.
Dark Kingdom
The Slaygrounds
The Slaygrounds, it rests on the western edge of Hell. Where the Dark Kingdom gave way to the untamed Infernal Wilds. Molded out of volcanic rock, it takes the form of a grand infernal colosseum, the likes that put Rome's very own to shame. This gladiatorial arena is rich with the blood a thousand uncounted warriors with their grief, their pain and bloodlust filling the arena with a sense of foreboding. It's here Noah found himself. Standing at the edge of a Second Tier seating box reserved for Samael and his kin with his cowl turned up and his arms crossed, the young man looked outward, watching all those that were gathered for this rare event.
Theres so many demons here. Far more than there should.
"Are you saying that this many haven't gone to earth yet?" he whispered but Samael just smirked upon hearing the question.
"The Lords of Hel have chosen to withhold their armies for the time being." He told Noah as he rested his fist on his cheek. "Those on Earth are but the first wave, the cannon fodder that will be sacrificed for what will come in the long battle." He stated as Noah looked at him. "After the First Wave ends, we Lords of Hell will take to the battlefield ourselves." If possible his smirk grew darker. "And so will the Heaven's Army."
"You mean the Hellguard." Noah muttered. "They're already on Earth."
"And yet their greatest warriors still hide behind the Walls of the White City." Samael stated. "Those you have seen, are of the Hellguard, but they are part of a larger army." Samael stated. "Tell Me Noah, in the month you have fought in the Endwar, how many angels have you found littering your streets."
Noah didn't answer.
He didn't want to answer. He remembered the bodies, he remembered the tattered wings and chipped armor, but… one month. He had fought this war so far for one month, until Chayyliel resurfaced he had seen ONE angel in that time. Thinking about it, that didn't make sense to him. The Angels numbers must surpass those of Man, and yet… he had seen so few up till now. There should be fighting in all the streets everywhere he went, there should be bodies littering the ground and radiant wings blotting out the sky.
Chayyliel said that the Endwar had come early.
She had said she was trying to reach Heaven to call for reinforcements…
"They're waiting for something." Noah whispered as he looked outward to the spectators of this coming battle. "They're waiting for you." He said a bit louder. "They know it's a disorganized mess on Earth, they're waiting for you to leave Hell so the real war can start."
"Now you're getting it." Asmodia cut in as she took her seat, crossed her legs and leaned back. "The real war hasn't started yet."
"This is why you wanted me to come here." Noah stated as he uncrossed his arms. "This is what you wanted me to see…"
"One of the things." Asmodia stated. "There's still more to bare witness to." Before another word could be said the sound of a horn being blown sounded out throughout the Slaygrounds as Samael gestured to a demonic handmaiden as she walked up to him, bringing him a tray that housed a cup of red liquid. Asmodia took one as well, and when the handmaiden was done she turned to Noah, bowed slightly as she offered him the last drink. With a bit of thought Noah took it staring at the red liquid before taking a drink.
Give Hell one thing; they had really good wine.
Mom was gonna kill him for drinking wine though.
Dad might high-five him.
Staring down at the Slaygrounds, Noah watched the two gates of the Coloseum open, letting their fighters take to the field. One was almost average size for a demon, he wore plate and had atrophied wings on his back. His weapon consisted of an infernal segmented sword what looked like a demonic mockery of a Crossblade upon his hip,and a massive shield.
"Which one is that?"
"That is Baron Velgroth the Destroyer." Asmodia stated as her attention turned to the other soul, a massive dragon that dressed in plate as Noah's eyes widened. "And that is the upstart… though you may know him by the name of _"
Noah tuned her out. It wasn't intentional as he stared down at the demonic dragon, a creature who could be mistaken for the biblical 'Dragon itself. He didn't think about that though. He just stared at the armor plate it wore. The red and gold armor wasn't familiar to him, he didn't know who it belonged to, but he knew that design.
It was the armor of an Angel.