I was shocked. After all, I hadn't been out of hell for too long, and it takes time to co-ordinate massive invasions of another plane. The rapture was set for some time from now, anyways. What the hell was Lucifer doing?
I dropped to the ground and partially buried myself. Peering through dead grass, I watched as a great red vortex appeared over New York. People screamed, the shrills of mothers and children taking presidence over the more guttural howls of the men.
Then, the city evaporated. Glas shattered, and a great purple light exploded from every window. The screams stopped abruptly as the entire city was leveled. The few hardier blades of grass around me withered, and even I felt sick. It was a Blight Pillar, the herald of a Devil.
Lucifer must of sent one to find me. I spread my wings and launched myself into the air, trying to fly to the west coast. No go, I was grabbed by invisible hands and dragged back towards the Blight Pillar. I could feel the evil thing drawing out my very life as I was dragged back into New York. I was doomed.
But as soon as The Blight Pillar had appeared, it dissappeared, replaced by a tiny figure. It floated down from the vortex. As I saw it grow closer, I could barely make out the arm extended towards me. I was breathing heavily, prepared to give this Devil hell and heaven before I died.
Turns out I didn't need to. A beam of pure white and gold light blasted accross the sky, smashing into the Devil. Great black wings spread out, stretching for meters in all directions. I was still being dragged towards the vortex. As I grew closer I managed to recognize that the portal led into a palace. This Devil was powerful. An Archdevil, if you will.
A new figure had joined the Archdevil in the sky. A great pair of gold wings stretched out accross the sky, overpowering the wings of the Archdevil. A Saint. This was bad.
I could just barely see the souls of the recently departed rising. They were only about half of the poulation killed, but it's hard to see the ones that were sinking. They seemed to notice me as I looked at them. I reached out, pleading. The majority of them, pure enough to go to heaven, but not greatly so, looked back up and continued their ascent. But a few reached down to help me. As they touched my hand, a shocked expression crossed their faces before they fizzled out of existance. It pained me to do it, but I had to if I was to live and save more people.
I beat my wings hard, and finally broke the grip of the Archdemon. I would have never been able to do it if it weren't for the Saint distracting him. I flew faster than I ever had, tearing through the air away from New York. I don't know how long I flew, or for how much time, but I evetually set on a rock some couple hundred miles from the city. The grass here was tainted, hit by the same blight that had rotted New York. This Archdevil must have been able to control himself. You don't get powerfull in hell by being the brutal type of evil, and cunning demons can control their blight to contact, or with practice, will. I looked back at my wings. I thought I could see a bit more black, but even with my supernatural eyesight I couldn't tell.
I was pissed again. Lucifer obviously didn't authorize this, he has alot more... tact... with his evil. Great as his evil may be, he controls it, not the other way around. No, this wasn't his handiwork. But why would a Archdevil come here on his own?
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light hit me. I could feel my skin crackle as the holy light whittled away at my essence. Damn these angels! Why does it always have to be flashy, holier-than-thouness with them?! I recovered quickly though, and looked up to see the sneering face two inches from me.
Let me explain how a demon and angel feel eachother when in close proximity or contact. The Angel feels tainted, dark. He begins to feel the negative emotions, the seven sins, those things. He grows greedy, or lazy.
A demon, on the other hand, feels more holy, and it burns. I'd equate it to shoving your face in chloric acid. Greed, sloth, envy, those emotions dissappear.
having this effect is not only painful, but possibly deadly. If the angel is not strong enough to withstand the demons effect, or vise-versa, they die after some time. The demon may decay, or the angel may mutate into something that cannot exist, and so die.
And this one was right in my face. I could feel the light radiating off his body, charring my face.
"What are you doing, demon? You aren't supposed to be here yet! Your time is later." He drew his sword, a gold and steel affair with ornate trim and standard issue Holy Water bottle 'concealed' in the tip. Wow, Feher must've lost his touch in the last few mellenia.
Blood- 1
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Bone- 1
(Defenive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Flesh- 1
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Ash- 1
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- -9
(How holy you are. 0 is neutral. -10 is demonic. 10 is Archangel level.
Blight-
You can kill humans with a touch, and prolonged contact with an angel will kill them too. Demons are immune to this power, being Blighted already.
Fallen-
You are a fallen angel. You are attacked on sight by angels and the more powerful members of the abrahamic faiths.
Demonic seduction-
You can get weak-willed humans to do your bidding.
Consume-
you have the ability to consume souls. Doing so gives you more power, but diminishes your divinity.
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Black hood
Whip (tendon)
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