It's surprisingly how far New York was allowed to falter in the ways of the corrupted, but with the rest of the world starting to succumb to the wicked influence of Hell, it was no surprising New York would finally be left to the rot. It was suspected that after time, the state began to decay, each protector falling to some new being that rose up to keep the state in dismay and spread chaos throughout. New York was a wild-land, whatever power was around could easily rise to control the many districts with influencing power.

The land was perfect for Isabella to be called into. Each night she took down lower powers up to higher powers, steadily. She was beginning to grow in her own influence, the darkness was spreading out in New York, her own darkness. Her minions of the dark guarded specific points throughout the city, serving as a type of sole purposed police work, bringing down petty criminals easily and fighting off petty demons and beings that roamed about. She still needed to flush out the stronger beings within the city, and eliminate them, remaining perched on one of the taller hotel buildings within Times Square, her large red and black wings folded at her sides, shuffling slightly in a knelt position, she fingered her cross on her neck, watching into the darkness of night as her minions roamed the streets below, it was quiet...too quiet. She saw perfectly in the darkness, as clearly as anyone could see in the day, if not better, sensing the blood flow of the beings roaming about below, hearing the sounds nearby. It could be considered rather peaceful where she perched, but she was watching for something different to pop out, a warrior always had a plan of action for every deed they took, after all. Bringing down all of these lower beings throughout the city would surely bring out someone...or something more powerful, her minions scattered in the streets below served a excellent distraction for her purpose, bait.

Most intellegent people would see ground men focus on specific areas bait to hook a big fish. Well the way alex saw it...was an invitation for a bigger fight. The moon stand still in the middle of the great night sky as a small whislte was to be heard. A tune as being whistled as a man in a black hooded robe that covered his head. Whistling the tune that freddy courger is coming to get you. (Dont remeber what its called but creepy none the less.) the hood covered his head nicely as the appearance that he gave off looked as if he was the angel of death. His metalic boots touching the ground for each step he made, making it to where he walked to the beat of his forklore song. The minoins saw him and curious on what a maniac he is to be standing alone to face monsters.

He stops at five feet away fro them as he takes the hood off his head to show he was human (or looks like one) Only difference was that his hair was white as the pure snow and his face was slightly tan and untouched and clean. A small grin cracked on his face as he crossed his arms and chuckled at these so called fearfull henchmen. He speaks out just like any other human and sounded like the rest lf them, but even Isabella could even see the black aura that rediates around him and so did her minions that he is far beyound human. Even the animals that were nearby ran away from him instictively of him being a dangerous apex predator. Someone that every average joe never to mess with. "Hey guys, whos the top dog that is in charge of you idiots...i dont have tie to play with you this night." He said making it clear that he wanted to challenge isabella to see if she can back up her own words.

She sensed the new presence more than she saw it, her unique charm with the dark allowed her to pick up movement almost as immediately as it happened and track it down. She wasn't hardly affected by the sound of the tune the man was making, seemed like something any psycho would make, but she wasn't one to judge a book by it's cover. By the time he reached a stop and called out, she moved, sending her weight forward and cascading herself into a spiraling motion. Soon, about mid way down to the ground her wings flung out, causing her momentum to straighten and arc to a upward angle, before flying above the mans head and landing before him by a few feet, her wings folding behind her back as she looked up at him.

Her eyes, red with silver streaks, black elsewhere, staring at him in the darkness. "I lead them." She said, her voice sounding almost distorted, a mix of demonic and angelic qualities, serene yet haunted like. Cascaded in her armor and looking very much like the warrior angelic being she is, to any untrained eye, she appeared to just take a casual stance, as if un-prepared, but to a trained eye, they could see even as she landed and spoke, her footing switched, edging back slightly with the right foot and preparing for any necessary fast movement to dodge an attack or counter attack, even her wings seemed to shift and glimmer in style. She wore a completely blank face, devoid of emotion, at her presence, every one of the minions scattered off in different locations, her aura could definitively be felt, but unless the man before her has been near a Dark Seraphim before, he wouldn't be able to completely figure out just what she was by the mere presence of being there.

He gave a small laugh as he backed up slightly away from her to get distance between them. A pressence Alex felt before but not for centries ago and was pretty heated match up. Since back then he had troubles from his past Seraphim and she was just like the one he faced long ago. He tried not to make it clear he was slightly intimidated to face Isabella but he figured taking her on and beat her would defintely bring his rep up. As he looked at her figure and what kind of goodies she had on her as he would clap a little while speaking out. "I must commend you....you seemed to have killed off the people who were in charge of some of the local territories. Hearing stories of your unothrodox methods of taking out head members of gangs or factions." He said slightly amused and also to let her know that he has heard what she has been doing. "A hellish Seraphim such as yourself roaming about in my town...has been a giant pain in my ass..."

With a small glare at her as he holds up three of his right fingers as he begins to speak again. "I'll give you three options. One being that you get the hell out of my town and never to return again. Two being you stay here and become my bride....maybe even help me control the rest of this misreble world...." He said with a small wink before finishing what he has to say. "... And lastly, saying no to the first two options and die with me beheading you and taking it as my prize along of what's left of your body." He said as he crossed his arms. He looked unprepard but it was clear that anyone looked at him that he has a trick up his slevee if anything would go wrong.

Isabella watched the man move back and talk about the territories and this being his town, she wasn't really paying to much attention to his speech, before long it'd become noticeable that her wings stopped shimmering, becoming more bold in appearance, as if taking up a harder tune to it, the edges no longer looking pointed but flat and curved, multiple layers in the appearance. In all respect, she still looked like she didn't have a weapon on her, which would be strange, all angelic warriors had weapons visible, even other Seraphims, she just looked un-armed, save for the strange looking cross necklace upon her.

She knew he had some power to him, all to familiar power, it wasn't the first time she fought or seen beings like him, demi-gods. "Earth is my domain to protect now. Since you will not leave..." She started to say, cutting herself off as she simply unleashed a sudden kinetic blast of dark energy from the left flank of her opponent, it wasn't terribly strong of a blast, considering she had no charge to it at all, but at the same time she maneuvered her wings around her front, crouching down, within seconds after the blast went off on the small blast, sending pure black smoke around and a slight ear piercing like noise, enough to confuse most people with the sound and distort hearing flow, within the crouched position she took off the cross into her hand, beginning the change of energy in order to transform it into a weapon.

He started to focus when the way she positioned her wings as now he was aware something was going to go down. With all in one quick motion; noticed how the wind shifted when the dark kenetic blast was flanking his left side and using his natural instincts he leaps back to further distance himself as the blast went off. A small black cloud was formed and a slight bang that made a sharp noise to his ears. Gritting his teeth as he landed five extra feet away from his target as he takes note that she was reaching for something that he sees From her body language.

Needing to act fast as he also felt a bit sluggish when he was nearby her, but he feels his essences being drained out of him. Slowly but surely clear it was her doing because the fact he didn't felt like this until confronting this strange hybrid. Figuring If he is going to take her out then he would need to do it fast while he can still use his powers, or atleast to weaken her to the point that he wouldn't need it. When he landed; he looked over to his left for the stop sign that was on the corner of the sidewalk. Quickly using his dark pressence to make a shadowy arm to stretch out to grab and yank the sign out of the ground and retracting to have it as his own weapon. Holding it with his left hand as he pulls the sign off to hold on his right to be his shield while he twirls the metal pole to where the concerete tip was facing up like a spear. His right foot being his lead and his left behind. Looking closely as he waits to see what she will do next.

While he maneuvers himself to dodge the makeshift distraction blast, she focused the inner energy of the cross to change it into her sword, the length transferring across until it became the length of a large obsidian black looking long-sword with a silver like cross-guard, humming with it's own energy, then she stood, her wings unfolding slightly, still arced around her to provide a shield from every angle except for below and in front of her, her eyes however, searching the darkness, and his power flow of utilizing it, found him within moments and she turned, facing him.

She watched as he raised the metal sign post, making it a weapon, she just watched, lowering her sword to a angle, within her right hand, her leather looking like gloves clenching the grip of the sword as she watched him, around them her power seemed to flow through the dark, starting to twirl the air around them both slowly, she shifted her stance some during the pick up of the dark wind, becoming into a speed focused defensive stationary stance with her wings covering points so that she can focus on everything in front of her easily.

He smirked as he leaned in forward a bit as his power flowed out more and it would wrap itself around the metal pole and sign. What she fails to realize was that he has controlled his essence to the point where he can control to where he pours his power into, thus turning average items into his exotic weapons. His dark powers formed a spear tip on the metal pole and extended the sign to better form a kite style shield on his forearm. He then lunged out as he takes off to close the gap between them in full swing.

When he made his dash to her he had his shield taking lead with his spear leaning on top of the sign. Making his first move an attempt to break her guard with a frontal shield bash. His strategy was simple but yet a very ingenious tactic or atleast that's what he thought. At one feet he redirected his momentum with his right foot to move at an angle, slightly to the left to throw off where he was going to strike. Within a zig-zag motion; he then ducks down just a bit as his left foot then kicked off to now push on to the right. Traveling at 80mph as he found him self looking up to her with his shield between them as he swings his right arm diagonally to his right to hopefully hit the underside of her hand that holds on to the strange obsidian sword to disarm her. With 10 tons of force backing him up that normal people would usually send them flying and could possibly be fetal.

She simply stood there, watching him with a calm expression. What he didn't know, is that she was no rookie in battle, she's fought in wars for many ages, close up combat of many styles being apart of that, Roman, Greek, German, Russian, Aztec, all of these different styles in history she has fought against and observed, learned the humans style, not only that, but she took her own training as a Seraphim to begin with long ago.

She watched as he dashed, only tilting her sword a slight bit more, angling her knees down slightly in preparation, her right foot edging back to create spacing for her sword arm while her left remained in it's centered position, though tilted the slightest bit. Her wings however, moved closer to her front, covering even more of her body at the front, making a very small target to strike at, eliminating his zig-zaging maneuver tactic in a single twitch of wing span. She ignored the false jab, as it was directed to her flank, even if it struck, she was guarded, her eyes followed the makeshift spear as her power grew even more around them, the wind picking up speed, becoming a force of at least ten miles per hour, capable of whipping hair astray easily and wildly, but not enough to disrupt unbalanced people's footing in the least, it was growing however.

When he finally did attack, aiming from the right side, her wing raised almost automatically, as if having a mind of it's own, her eyes still locked on the spear, but now her eyes locked on him, watching him as his arm flowed downward. Soon enough, within a heartbeat of a moment, the clash of the spear and her wing hit, one thing he would now know, is that her wings were more than for flight and show, it was like hitting a force-field of pure concrete, stopping the force of impact in one solid action with enough force that it'd seem like someone just ran into a moving shield to the face. Ten tons of force hitting the pure power of not only her own darkness flow, but her bodily flow of energy, her wings giving off a slight shimmer of color at the impact.

She was prepared for an attack however, with the stance she took before he charged and during he charge, she suddenly sprung into her own counter-attack, her wing that the makeshift spear hit suddenly pushed out, slamming into the weapon and moving it upward, as she herself moved, her right foot slid forward and she launched her sword in a arc to the upper right-to-left side of her opponent, coming in a upwards diagonal angle. Hoping to use the heavy attack against her opponent with a lightning quick precise counter-attack to the stomach going up to the shoulder and out in one fell swoop. The dark, chaotic, hellish power of the sword giving off a burning sensation even as it grew closer to her opponent...as if happy to want to taste flesh.