He was dreaming, memories of a time long past. During the first time Azrael fought in anger, the time he earned his station as the Angel of Death.
Thousands came pouring through the breach while Raphael and Gabriel fought to keep the gate. Michael was outside amidst a sortie with the devils and their demon slaves.
The fallen angels sacrificing their loyalty and what they had been made for in the hopes of power beyond their station. The Devils made him sick due to their trechery.
He was alone among those who had come, his anger and hatred visible on his pale face with only a single pair of wings upon his back as he held a simple blade that had come from one of his brothers who fell with the wall when a massive brute of a devil sent him flying through the smoke filled air.
Thousands charged throught he damaged golden walls as he prepared to fight, prepared to die.
And then the world seemed to slow as they came into range of his weapon and he lashed out at the slavering hordes before him and all went white as they were driven back, power from his lord and master flooding through him and his weapon, changing him, remaking him.
Six wings against the tormented sky and a scythe that seemed to be made entirely of obsidian and devoured the light and power of his hated foes with a burst of dark power as the spirits of the fallen came to answer his cry with a scream and wave of destruction that tore through the monsters and abominations before him like a sword through tissue paper with a deafening crack like a sonic boom that sent bodies into the air and shattered them to join the dust and debris flying already throught the ash laden air before it to was blasted outwards and away.
It was a nexus point in history, a point where the powers and faith of the few change the course of time and fate itself.
"Dark Dragon Apocalypse," he roared in anger at the countless enemies arrayed before him as he charged past the breeched wall, "Descend and Destroy!"
And the world was ripped
apart in the fury of sheer power and destruction by a shadowy form of
an immense dragon that seared its image into the memories and very
souls of everything present
Xander shuddered slightly as he began to awake from the dreams of the war in the heavens when the true power of the angelic part of his soul was released to its fullest, the only time the monster that gave him the powers beyond a normal angel was released into the world.
Consiousness was returning slowly as he struggled through a massive headache while his celestial powers cleansed his system, eliminating any damage he could have done to himself if the taste of booze in his mouth was any manner of figuring it out.
He forced his mind to the present as he slowly opened his eyes while testing his wings slowly before fusing them around him into the feather patterned armor he occasionally used with a slight groan.
A moment of focus and he dissolved into shadows for a mere instant before reforming in a standing position and slowly opened his glowing eyes as a single yawn passed his lips.
His mind sensed the auras of two nosferatu, several humans, and some sort of genetically modified being with a human base that he couldn't quite place the exact changes to that being.
A few strands of jet black hair hung before his pale face as he smiled slightly and stretched his back with an audible popping sound and a slight moan of relief of the cramps from sleeping as he had on the floor.
His vision came completely
into focus on a woman standing before him in a suit, probably made
specifically for her. Pale blonde hair and glasses and an all around
aristocratic look to her features as memories came back to him for an
instant about the night of carousing after breaking up a fight
between one of the Nosferatu and a priest of some sort
Elsewhere a dark figure smiled slightly as the human known as Ford planned to betray the slayer in exchange for becomming a vampire.
A pair of black, leathery wings as it descended before the foolish mortal with glowing eyes of the shade of magma.
If an angel was on the
mortal plane, then a Devil would be able to interfere as well..
AN: A simple thing first, in this Devils are fallen Angels while Demons are other species of creatures.
Bobboky: Graci
Dracowar: Hellsing is one of them, others will probably come into it eventually
Ant Crown: Well, for the moment Giles (And for that matter, the Scoobies) has no idea that Xander has become what he has.
angelkitty77: I figure Walter at least would get a kick out of someone showing up and getting Alucard and Anderson drunk would be a funny situation. Integra will probably be annoyed for a while though.
TTrunks: Yep, and with them it would take quite a bit to put them under