Chapter six: Power

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Azuriel rubbed his jaw as he sat up, his head pounding painfully as he stood up slowly, wiping his eyes as he finally managed to stand up without almost toppling over. He turned to go down the hallway to help deal with that lone exorcist but, as soon as he walked out the door, a black mist went through him, melding into his very being. He was cold, shaking in fact, as if all jthe heat in his body had been absorbed. Azuriel dropped to his knees as he felt the overwhelming rush of power go through his body. His tan complexion turned a ghost white, his fingernails sharpening into claws. Four more pairs of pitch black, feathered wings burst from his back. Even the wing he had lost regenerated, taking back it's old spot near his left shoulder blade. His eyes burned for a second as they turned black as the void. His canines sharpened into fangs, ram horns growing from the side of his head, his short brown hair growing in length to his shoulders. He stood up, his change complete. He didn't realize how loud he had been screaming.

Azuriel hobbled out the door, all his energy drained from him and dizziness consuming him. He put one foot after the other, walking slowly down the hall.

"I want HIS head!" Amirael shouted, her usually sweet voice filled with rage snapping Azuriel from a trance. "Send the Ghüls!"

Azuriel smirked, ignoring the voices behind him as he walked past Iuthe awestruck followers of his cult and through the passageway they had dug to the surface. He had a score to settle with that kid. The Fallen Angel was in the torchlit tunnel for a total of two minutes before he saw the early morning haze, jumping up into the air and flying upward to get a bird's eye view of the dense forest that surrounded the library on all sides until you see the dirt road. Despite being six miles from Kuoh, the forest was a great hideaway from the Three Factions so Azuriel's army of Ghüls would go unnoticed until it was too late.

Azuriel noticed the red flash of a Devil's teleportation circle, drawing his attention to his left. He smirked, diving down in a spinning spiral and slammed into the ground in a kneeling position, all ten of his wings spread outwards. He stood up, spreading his arms out with palms up, blue fire forming in his hands as he cackled. The kid dropped to the ground unconscious and the Devils fell to their knees as his power filled the forest, suffocating the air with pure evil.

Azuriel was hoping all three Factions could feel it too. He wanted them to witness the show!


AN: Sorry the chapter is short but I need something introductory to get me back in the game. It's been awhile and work is killing me, but I will press on! I have ideas for this story that's going to take it somewhere! I promise, chapter seven will be my longest and best chapter so far!