User blog:NyricTheDeceiver/Character Sheet/Short Story 1: Intertwined War and Death

 Introduction

It has been over a year since Azazel, the Former Archangel of War, and Samael,the Former Archangel of Death, have been cast out of heave. Since then, Azazel has been causing trouble on Earth. During that time, a replacement for Samael has been chosen.

 Story

 ( This is the first time that Azrael and Azazel have fought. It is their first time meeting. )

Screaming. That's all that could be heard coming for the village. That's all Azazel wanted to hear. He looked on as his army of Immortui ravaged the village, killing and burning everything in sight. He sat on his crimson horse, the harbinger of war. A smile soon spread over his face, contorting into a twisted visage of madness. The wind carried the smell of blood and somke through the air. It blew it his back, signaling the end of the village and the beginning of war.

"Such glorius battle! I want more! More war! More battles! More bloodshed! More death!" Azazel yelled at the top of his lungs as if they orders.

The village lay in ruins. The buildings and houses nothing more than piles of forgotten rubble. The people were nothing more than bloodstains on the sand, turning it a vile crimson. His army of undead were victorious in the raid, everyone was dead. Not even the women and children survived.

His horse, Polos, began to whinny and act upset. It had sensed something. Azazel sensed it as well. It as the presence of an Archangel. Azazel turned the horse around and gazed at the sight before him, an unfamiliar archangel standing behind him.

The archangel had snow white hair and cold, piercing amethyst eyes, the eyes of a grim reaper. The archangel was wearing a traditional angelic garmets, just like his own. He had a grim expression of disdain on his youthful face.

Azazel tried to figure out who this new archangel was but to no avail. 'Is this Samael's replacement or is it mine? I must find out. 'Azazel dismounted his horse and made eye contact with the archangel. He saw nothing more but contempt and kiling intent in his eyes.

"If you may give me the courtesy, may I ask your name. After telling me, I shall make your death as painless as possible foolish archangel." Azazel said, confidence in his voice.

"My name is Azrael, the Archangel of Death. I was sent here to defeat you." Azrael answered.

Azrael's expression changed from a grim one to that of a tranquil state. He was actually smiling, but that smile was not genuine. However, Azazel could still sense the killing intent being exuded from Azrael. Azazel was intrigued. Had he just found a new challenge?

"Kill me? Ha! No angel in all of heaven can best me! You know not of who you're up against, Death!"

"Such pride. You are the embodiment of War in all of the Omniverse. I've wanted to teach you the meaning of humility for countless eons. Shall we start our battle?"

Azazel and Azrael dashed backwards, moving away from each other. In a flash of light, they both created great and legendary weapons. Azazel created the legendary blade, Markos, the blade that can slay gods, and Azrael created two exact replicas of Micheal's sword (they're not on fire).

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