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[I][B]The Chimeric Lord of Chaos[/B][/I][/center]
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His arrival brought forth only more destruction, angels fell, buildings crumbled, and essence was drawn to him, devoured by his shadow. His eyeless visage stood in the center of the square before the Citadel, it was the center of a vortex, a vortex that assured the death of those who entered its sway.

Angels flew in, only to be snared by the constricting weight of his endless shadow, pulled in by his body and devoured by its unending maw. He walked, almost unimpeded, towards the building, his power growing greater by the second, every death, every life stolen fueling his chaotic sway over the world around him.

A pressure was building in the area, his vicinity, but even as it did another energy released itself within the area of the lord's senses. An essence he knew, but still hardly recognized. It was blinding now, sweeping over the city just as his own influence had. His body shuddered and he again felt the old one stir within him.

An angel, seeing an opening in the flux of energies, attacked him from behind, brandishing their blade and driving it forth towards the lord's exposed back. The shadow rose, ensnaring the fool in manifested tendrils of darkness, quickly engulfing him, and then pulling him into its depths.

There were no further attacks as the power emanated throughout. “A new gatekeeper has arisen,” the lord stated simply, turning his sightless gaze towards the Red square and walking away from the Citadel. The angels, realizing the severity of this, did not let up.

They swarmed in from all sides, some foolishly flying, but others using sheer grounded speed and ranged weaponry to fire upon the lord. Lances neared, javelins closed distances, but the lord continued to walk. His shadows rose from the surface of the ground, becoming a thick sphere of inky darkness around the lord.

Their blades impaled the sphere, becoming lodged in its surface. They were pulled in, crushed, and absorbed just as all else had been. The sphere folded out, touching ground once more and becoming what any who knew not the danger would consider a mere shadow.

Szayeis continued on, an d the angels continued their assault. Two even managed to step onto his shadow and charge him, only for their feet to be caught by the pulling abyss and their bodies slowly ingested by his darkness. “I am unending, foolish angels. None of your kind stand a chance against me, nor do any of my own.” His voice spread, sending shudders through their bodies, yet their souls were drawn towards him. Allured by the sound of chaos, the power he held.

Then a shining light, illuminating the sky with its brilliance, descended to strike down the darkness that stood before their Citadel. Szayeis took stance, raised his hand and blocked the archangel's blade with his bare hand, his mouth curving into a smile as he heard the movement of another pair of great wings.

“I am closed to your strikes,” the lord said with a smirk across his lips. The other angel swooped down, his wings tearing through the air, before folding in a dive bomb, his fists and divine light his only power. The first arch' pressed his blade down, pushing the lord back a few inches. His smile only grew, for while the arch' could resist the power of his constricting presence, his divinity could not.

The light emitted by the angel's wings began to be pulled towards the ground, the shadow's endless hunger tearing at the being's very essence. “You are but a mere demon...how can you be so...powerful,” the plates of armor that rested on the demon's face shifted to reveal two glowing white embers. The eyes pierced right through the glare of the arch', cutting through all boundaries and burying their gaze like a spear, deep in the angel's mind. “You are nothing but a relic,” Szayeis' voice growled, “and relics should remain in the ground, dead, where they belong.” The angel's armor began to vibrate harshly, rattling together even as his comrade dove to attempt rescue through defeat of the monster.

Szayeis began to laugh, a deep, multi-toned cackling, manic, maniacal, and filled with mirth and dark amusement. Its pitch rose and fell on multiple scales at once, striking fear even into the archangel before him. Terror seemed to emanate from the lord, and with his piercing gaze striking through him, the angel could no longer bear the sound.

Blade dropping from his hand, the angel fell to his knees and covered his ears. Szayeis turned and looked directly into the eyes of the plummeting arch who had thought to strike him down. The smile upon his lips was malicious as his shadows engulfed the other arch, strangling his essence and pushing itself into the being's body. “Possession is a marvelous thing,” the lord said with a dark grin on his features as the defeated arch rose to his feet and took to the air, wings beating till he passed his ally.

Blood fell into the pool of darkness as the diving arch's wing was split from his body by the blade of his ally now made foe. “I am Szayeis, the lord of chaos, and your essence shall be mine. Take honor in knowing that your miniscule existence will become a part of my power!” The lord laughed again as his shadows caught the arch and devoured him, ripping from him his essence and taking it all in one fell swoop.

For Szayeis was no normal demon, and he was likely the only being who could do so, as an archangel's essence was volatile. It was too bad that Szayeis' hunger was infinite and the stomach of his Origin endless. His smile having grown somewhat, the lord turned and bent his knees, suddenly erupting into the air and leaving behind a crater. The shadow however, never left the ground, only expanding as his body cast a larger and larger shadow. Those still in the square and all those below him found themselves suddenly entrenched and soon swallowed by the lord's shadow, becoming a part of him as many of their comrades had before.

So he landed, the armor once more covering his features, and readied himself to jump once more as the building below him began to crumble, and simultaneously be pulled in by his shadow's hungry maw. Again he took to the air, soaring over the city in search of the gatekeeper, in search of Hazumi, drawn to her essence.

The angel's struck.

Flying above him and slicing downwards an angel attempted to skewer him as two others passed him on his sides, slipping their blades through either side of his body. Szayeis growled, slapping the other blade aside, and spinning to slam his foot into the side of the angel's head, sending it flying. The other two soon found themselves in immense pain as his shadowy essence crept up their blades, despite them having flown away, and into the small wounds they had received earlier. Their bodies began to convulse and their wings turn black, as his chimeric power took hold of their bodies and devoured their minds. As this occurred the lord's wounds quickly healed and his shadows rose and formed wings on his back.

“Very well, you unruly lot, let us see how you fare when the sky is taken from you as well.” The angels swarmed in, taking passes at them, each less successful than the last as the lord impaled one, threw another, tore one in half, dodged three and landed on their backs, tearing their wings from their bodies and letting them fall into what remained of his shadows. They all fell, like birds in a flock, one by one, into the depths of his shadow, devoured in moments, to only add to his power.

Glaring as their corpses continued to fall, Szayeis noted a strange absence of essence near what he thought to be Hazumi's location. White eyes narrowing beneath the armored mask, Szayeis' body suddenly writhed and Origin State fell to shambles.

The angels were engulfed, completely, in a visceral mass of whirling black fog, taken into the nightwalker's body, and then suddenly infused with the very essence of madness and chaos itself. Szayeis had possessed them, all twenty remaining angels simultaneously. Then, guiding his flock of bodies, he took wing to the locale, intrigued by the strange absence.

Angels still attempted to attack him, but not for long, for the bodies his now possessed hid a large portion of his nature, concealing it within the quickly dissolving bags of flesh and gore. Few bodies could hold the lord for long, such was the nature of his chaotic soul.

Nonetheless, he would reach the locale in a few minutes, and then the party would truly begin.