The demons laid siege to the marble walls that surrounded the ancient celestial city of Ryozinyt. The Heaven’s Gate wars had raged on for eons it seemed, both sides were lagging and suffered from the lingering effects that the trials of war.
An angel watched the legions of demon warriors that crowded the skies and the base of the city’s walls, though her eyes remained transfixed on the Demon General, Lar. He stood at the helm of the assault, as his armies pressed against the angelic resistance. The sound of metal thundered throughout the air, as another angel fell beside the angel, Kaley. A sigh escaped her full lips, her eyes squinting against the demonic form of the general. "Lar, why must this come to such bloodshed?" What was to be a thought had become words that seemed to escape from her very soul. A Paladin herself, Kaley had served personally in Kazbin's court before she was given the responsibility of overseeing the celestial city.
The good Gods had held their angel servants in high regard, and Kaley was by far the most notable of the holy race. Her deeds were only surpassed by her resolve, faith, and sense of loyalty. She had been given the privilege of leadership as well as the burdens that come along with such. Frustration had begun to fill her soul as she saw her troops, although they were fighting valiantly and with bravery, they were beginning to be pressed back, and demon hoards began to spill forth, entering the city walls of Ryozinyt. A deep breath taken, Kaley’s eyes were strong as she unsheathed the mighty blade, Truth Song. If her city were to fall to this unholy siege, then let it would be by her last breath.
The angelic beauty crouched and then leapt for the skies, taking to flight as her trusted blade ran through a demon with every stroke, her silver locks stained with the crimson essence. Her path obvious, the demon general reflecting in her eyes as she sliced through the opposition, and as the other angels saw their leader’s stand, their moral quickly swelled as new hope filled their fighting hearts. Victory was in Kaley's eyes as her sheer determination seemed to radiate from her very being, and her troops fed on this like a newborn babe on a mother’s milk.
She flew towards Lar, for this confrontation had been centuries in the making. Fueled by her loyalty to her kindred, the loss of her angelic brethren feeding the fire in which burned in her soul, tears streamed from her eyes, as blood spewed from all that stood in her path. Her blade, Truth Song, unforgiving in its attacks, unlike the flesh its cold bite sank into. The battle of Hellswrath was starting to fall in the favor of the angels, as the mighty Demon General Lar snarled, his lips curling back in a fierce grimace.
Impaling another angel on the staff part of his fierce sickle, Lar grabbed the angels broken body in one of his taloned hands, ripping the limp form from his weapon, Bladewrath, as the gore covered his flesh. His eyes smoldered as the rage consumed him, his wave of aggression leading towards Kaley, who was quickly advancing. With a snarl, the Demon General crouched low, his sickle held out to his side as he waited for the angelic knight to advance closer. When he saw the time was right, Lar tensed his muscles in his legs, and took off for the skies as well, if they were to fight, certainly he would win. Let the angels and demons watch his victory!
A few powerful strokes of demonic and angelic wings brought the two together, Truth Song held high, Bladewrath coming up from underneath, and as the blades collided, an unholy clank of dread resounded across the battlefield. The two warriors, One of Light, the Other of Darkness, begun to square off with each other.
They circled each other in the skies over the city of Ryozinyt, neither one said a word to the other. Words were not needed, the look of hatred and loathing burned deeply in both of their eyes. Quick to see the angel dead, Lar grabbed his sickle into both of his hands, and charged the angel and as their blades met once more, the strength of the demon was awe inspiring as the impact of the collision tremored through Kaley’s body, knocking her back. Seeing that the angel had lost her balance, he sneered and pressed harder, Bladewrath coming down quickly as Kaley barely diverts the path of the razor edge with Truth Song.
Regaining her composure, Kaley spins in the air, Truth Song held secure in her hand as she swings in a mighty upward arc. The agility of the angel, the quickness of her attack, surprised the demon as the holy fires of the sword finds Lar’s flesh. A crimson trail across his chest formed as blood began to pour from the scorched wound and the reeking scent of burnt flesh filled the two warriors nostrils as the battle rages on, the sight of the blood only inspires Lar, the wrath, the brooding evil that flashed in his eyes, the Chaos that swarmed within his very being, spilling from his essence. A small victory for the angel, she made a flesh wound. But the demon waited, circling around with Kaley till he saw it, his chance at a quicker and most deadly of Victories.
Tightening his grip on Bladewrath, the demon makes one fierce attack, bringing the deadly sickle upward, his eyes gleaming with the Victory that was at hand, his blade has found its mark. The look of pain, agony, and surprise was deep in Kaley’s eyes, much to the demon’s glee, with that last attack, Lar seemed to have sealed the angels fate, the city would certainly fall now, as the razor sharp edge of Bladewrath had met with the angelic wings of Kaley, and gleaned them off neatly.
With the wings severed from her body, Kaley’s life's blood flowing from the wound to the awaiting ground below in the gushing stream of her own heart beats, she plummets downward as the demon warrior made a grab for the two wings as before they followed suit. When his talons touched the two wings, a great explosion of light erupted, energy surging from the wings as the strange aura surrounded the demon lord. As the light dimmed, and much to the demon’s glee, the angelic wings had taken the place of his demonic ones, Victory was now in his hands. A grin crossed his lips, seeing his new addition, wearing now Kaley’s wings as a trophy, a tribute to his strength and greatness, a symbol of his persona.
He had done it! He had crushed the angel of all angels, and now, as he looked down upon her broken body, he had to finish the job. Stretching his angelic wings Lar dives toward Kaley, who laid helplessly on the blood soaked soils below. Bladewrath poised to decapitate her still corpse as the demon descended upon the angel as fast as his new wings would let him, preparing to finish the chosen angel forever. Kaley’s eyes flare open, an inner warning as she lifts the mighty Truth Song into a surprised demon, who had impaled himself on the fierce holy blade, his own blade locked deeply into her chest.
The two warriors, natural born leaders, one of light, one of darkness, died that day, staring into each other’s eyes.
As their blood mingled, pouring from their wounds, the crimson essence erupted in a flash of power where it had settled. A hand, reaching from the bloodied ground, began to search for a hold, anything to grab onto. And when it found one, the ankles of the deceased warriors, it began to pull the newly formed body from the earth. Soaked in the blood of the demon and angel, a new being of great strength was born. Raising her hands, she called upon the powers of the dark and the light, sending a pulsating beam of power into the two forces. The angels were gripped with awe, and the demons faded as they awakened in their hellish homelands, far from the battlegrounds of Hellswrath.
The war was over yet the story had just begun.