[h3][color=fff200][center]Azaezel[/center][/color][/h3]

As the battle raged, several pale beams of light shone down on one of the nearby mountains, flanking the valley. At the very core of these pillars of light orbs travelled at staggering speed. Burning with the golden aura of angels. With thunderous noise, they struck the stone just below the summit of the mountain. From the crashed orb and the pale light pillar, Azaezel stepped. First, his shape made of pure, sacred light. Which soon solidified in his true form. He marched to the edge of the nearby cliff, next to the summit, watching down on the overcast, fog filled battlefield. A thousand stenches hit his nose, giving his already unfriendly face a scowl. [color=fff200]“Filth.”[/color] He muttered.

Behind he appeared his apprentice. Cathetel was a promising angel. With talents, much like Azaezel had when he was her age. At the age of only 500, she managed to impress the arch-angel already. [b]“It would seem the forces are evenly matched.”[/b] She noted. [b]“But the demons will soon topple the fortress. Then they’ll have won.”[/b] Azaezel nodded at the wise observation. [color=fff200]“Very true, young one. But you forget. The fortress should be toppled.”[/color] The apprentice looked up, temporarily confused until she understood what her master meant. She returned her gaze down to the battlefield. [b]“Snatch the demon’s price.”[/b] She did not ask it, she just stated the thoughts of Azaezel, showing how well she knew her master. [color=fff200]“Indeed. But the Valkyries seem to be distracted. They are only engaging the machines. Fools, the humans are doomed no matter what. We must weaken the demon hordes!”[/color] With that, he turned around. Looking at his forces. A small band of powerful mages. Each had brought their apprentice.

Azaezel first spoke to the apprentices: [color=fff200]“Disciples of the Ordo Magus! As long as the demons hold the ground with their fog, they will win once they toppled the metal titan. You must render the very ground to ash! Burn it all! Leave no poisonous plant untouched!”[/color] The little ones nodded, with fire only younglings could have in their eyes. They formed a circle and began their chant. Soon embers would spread over the field of roses. Which would crawl towards one another. Turning into bushfires. But from that point, the flowerbed would be doomed. As fire would search fire the storm would come suddenly and totally unexpected. Two of the mages remained near the apprentice. Serving as protectors. The rest followed Azaezel to the summit. Where they had the clearest view of the battle. [color=fff200]“Sunder the earth, my brothers and sisters! Burn away the wickedness! Cast light over the shadows and cleanse the sinners! With fire and light!”[/color] With that, the mages opened their artillery barrage of spells on the demons writhing on the ground below. Rays and beams of light were cast towards the shadow bats. Lighting arched through the flying pest’s cloud. While balls of blue and red fire reaped the lives of lesser demons on the ground. But all spells paled compared to Azaezel’s golden balls of fire. Falling down upon the earth and instantly evaporating all wicked demons it hit.