AN: This is a simple continuation of the fight from the beginning of the Death Dawning chapter of this fic.

The rage of Apocalypse rained from the sky as destruction given corporeal form though the ancient leviathan was seemingly composed of mists and shadows when attacked. Little more than a trick of the light that could strike worst than any viper in existance. The eternal essences of its domains empowering the monsterous dragon as the angelic powers of the reborn archangel called his servant into reality as the armies of Lucifer the highest ranking of the devils and a former archangel in his own right.

Shimmering scales that shifted and distorted by the instant in ways that would lead those who stared to long, hard, or close into a descent to true madness. Shadows poured from within the breeched defenses as the unleashed behemoth spread chaos and destruction through the ranks of its enemies with a vengance unheard of by any on either side.

One of the fallen was reduced to a spray of ichor as a claw thirty times its size batted the fallen angel as Apocalypse lashed out, destroying thousands with broad swipes of its everchanging tail.

Burning gold eyes surveyed the battlefield as even the bravest friends and foes backed away from this ancient monster that joined the fray at the behest of this angel turned archangel while several broke and fled at the sheer sight of the bloodthirsty leviathan before them as it unleashed an earth shattering roar before charging once more

Azrael charged through the fight, aiming for the devil leading the troops before him. His new powers flooding through his system like liquid flame and leaving him no doubt in which demons had been forced into this and which had given themselves to the devils.

He knew that demons as an entirety were impossible to judge as a group because they had some free will and no higher purpose such as that of his kin's to serve their lord and master.

The ebony blade slew countless lesser demons as the now six winged figure walked slowly through the weapon made of the essence of entropy was lethal to all but its bearer as even the slightest cut of an enemy left the creature withering and dissolving to ash.

The charging angelic force behind him, rallied by his burst of power when the wall of heaven was breeched roared in anger as they crashed into the swarms of demons and devils behind him in a maelstrom of battle that continued high into the sky as flier dueled on the wing.

His closest friend, a being that would normally guard Hades had joined him in the battle. The three headed dog larger than an elephant crashed past him, each head and paw on a different foe.

A flash of crimson light and one of his brothers, Raphael, blasted past with a coiled whip spiraling around him as he fought against six devils and was holding his ground. The crimson winged angel fought with a calm ease that was a seeming opposed style of sorts to Michael, their eldest brother, practices. A calm dance versus a berzerk fury, two opposite approaches to the same problem that still reach the same goals.

A massive firebird swooped past, encircling Raphael with a protective wall of white flame that burned a seeming mile into the air as embers rained around like fireflies if it were but a day of peace and not bloodshed.

Gabriels silvery form visible as flashes high above as the messenger fired vollys of glistening arrows. The angels divinely granted arrows flew straight and true to bring the deaths of enemies as the archangel danced between combatants between shots.

The new angel of death unleashed another wave of destruction before him as countless more enemies joined the fray.

He saw the face of former and currents friends and allies among the fighting and fallen as he advanced, ones he had trusted and some he hadn't, traitor and loyal, all were equal after they shed their mortal coil, but the angelic guardian of deaths very being choked back tears as he advanced through seemingly endless hordes of enemies with only his newfound power keeping him intact and moving forwards.

And then he'd broken through the fetid and blood scented crush of the battle into the clearing he sought, the one he hoped held one that when slain would cause the opposition to collapse.

Six fair wings like those of a dove that matched his own deep black ravens wings and icy cold blue eyes pierced the murk of the raging battle. Almost fireblackened skin covered this familiar form to him as metallic silver hair dangled in a braid behind the hulking figures back between the wing pairs. He was tall and built large and powerful while carrying a massive axe that seemed a size or two to large for his own mass.

"I've found you traitor!" he snarled in rage at the brazen devil before him as he braced his new scythe for battle against one he knew so well, "I've found you Azazel!"

"I've been waiting for you," the devil laughed in return, "Brother..."

Riye Link Reue: Here's an interlude for you

Louvil: I'm trying to keep it going with a plotline without simply going SuperXan with it which is difficult to write a lot of while keeping the pacing and descriptive part of it. I hope this keeps attention.

Bobboky: Thanks