I held out my hand.
"I am no servant of Archerous. I was a demon, once, but I am Risen. Flee, now, and take your families with you. I can offer little hope, but I give what meager amout I can. Run, and run fast! The demons shall not hold their deal, and you damn yourself with every second you do not fight them!"
The human raised his head, his eyes narrowed. The hood fell back, revealing a head shaved to resemble a hairy pentagram. His eyes were yellow, I noticed, and slitted. Great black wings sprang from his back, tearing his robes to shreds. His skin brightened, turning a pale and sickly sort of yellow.
The wings, while large, did not have the monograms and screaming, howling faces of a Archdemon, however. The humans behind him fell back in fright. They obviously were as surprised as I was.
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Fool! You were fooled by such a simple disguise?" boomed the demon, molten stone dripping from his maw. "
I am Agreal! I am no mere demon! I am Corrupted! You cannot hope to defeat me, Purefeather! I had no idea what he was talking about. I had left hell a mere 5 weeks ago, and I never heard of any 'corrupted'. I put the thought behind me. I had a fight to win.
The demon rushed at me as I left my thoughts, summoning a sword made of pure darkness. I blocked, drawing my blade quickly. I blocked, driving his sword to the left. His momentum could not be stopped, and he ran past me as I sidestepped. I took a overhead swing at him while he passed, but he anticipated this and rolled by curled up, going faster and lower than I had thought he would. He sprang back to his feet and came in swinging, first left and then right, seeking a weak point. I gave no quarter, no easy targets. My concentration was almost complete, only breaking for a millisecond as I saw one of the humans drawing a knife. As if that would do anything to help.
I returned to the fight to find the hilt of the demons sword flying at my nose. I ducked, but only managed to catch the fist in my eye for the trouble. I stumbled back, dazed and confused. I couldn't tell which way was up, even after I fell to the ground and dropped my sword. The demon stepped over me, raising his sword high above my head. I could see the black blade blot out the stars around it, greedily drinking in light, consuming it.
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I told you you couldn't defeat me! Hahahahaha! Now I will get the honor of returning your soul to my master. Cry, Purefeather, you have no hope. No. Hope. At all." The demon smiled impossibly wide.
It was then that a gunshot rang out, and the demon twitched. Holy and Unholy skin both are hardened, but bullets still possess enough force to sting. Perfectly composed, perfectly still in every other respect, and still smiling a dementedly, he turned to look at the fool who shot him.
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Little human, do you know what you've done?"
"Killed you." I replied, grasbbing my sword and driving it through his spine. Agreal screeched, fire shooting from his mouth and wings spreading to their fullest extent. He began to decay quickly, patches of rot growing from his skin. His scream grew faint, and then died. Left behind was a corpse rotted to black, featureless save for a mouth kept in a permanent shriek. I consumed his soul before turning to the human. I felt my body change, grow more powerful. I felt myself grow more holy as well, for the destruction of demons is not frowned upon, even in heaven.
You have 3 points to spend. (Big bucks!)
Blood- 2
(Combat skill. Denotes physical ability, and is universal for every weapon.)
Bone- 1
(Defenive skill. Denotes your ability to take a hit.)
Flesh- 2
(Mental skill. Denotes mental ability and problem solving.)
Ash- 1
(Luck. Governs... Activities that require luck. Linked to your Divinity.)
Divinity- -6
(How holy you are. 0 is neutral. -10 is demonic. 10 is Archangel level. You may not spend a skill point here. Your actions guide this stat.)
Impure-
You lack the deadly effect of blight, and inturn your presence is merely uncomfortable for both you an the angel.
Rising-
some angels know of you and will help you do good acts. This doesn't mean they don't pain you or like you though.
Consume-
you have the ability to consume souls. Doing so gives you more power, but diminishes your divinity.
White cloak
White robes
Sword (2 foot)(Gold and steel)
Wings: Half black, half a faded grey tone.
Body: Average build. Imperfect.
Skin: Extremly pale and sickly. You look as if you belong in the hospital.