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

With blinding light and golden flames was Azaezel burning away the grounded legions of demons. Some, smarter than their average brethren, though to put an end to the onslaught. Yet as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, their stench hit Azaezel’s nose. With barely giving them a look he threw a bolt of pure, crackling sunlight. Piercing the demons before they exploded in a bloody mess. [color=fff200]“Simple beasts, can you not see that you are no match for me?”[/color] As Azaezel kept his barrage going, he witnessed how the field of flowers slowly burned. The field was filled with fires, smoke, and ash. The way all corruption should be, if it was to Azaezel.

But when the bloody countess spoke for the entire valley, even Azaezel felt a shudder. Not that he knew what it was. Fear was a long forgotten, distant and now almost foreign thought. But his body did not forget. He looked for the source and saw the vampire drawing the blood from the battlefield. With wide eyes, suddenly realizing what sorcerer stood before him, he flew up. Like a radiant star below the steel-gray clouds he shined. His wings, glowing a golden hue. From above the light of the sun pierced the veil of clouds and bore down on Azaezel. [color=fff200]“Face me! You carnal witch!”[/color] he shouted, challenging the infamous countess. While he charged a spell of his own. A beam that was to pierce the bloody orb and the concentration of magic stored within. Many would see it as a foolish and impulsive challenge. But Azaezel knew that should the orb hit, the battle would be all but lost. So he planned on using its massive power against itself. By piercing it, he believed he could destabilize the magic, making it backfire.